Page 26 of Leave Me
Riley chuckled and squeezed us together. “After waiting since we were teens, I can’t believe you live up to the hype.”
Wrapping my hand around his to complete the grip, I fucked up against him, and we both groaned. Taking his mouth in a kiss, I increased the pace. My hunger for him was greater than any I’d ever felt before, and I wanted his orgasm more than my own. Riley released my neck and dipped his free hand into my briefs to squeeze my ass as he rutted into the circle of our hands.
“Fuck, King! I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, give me your orgasm. Come all over my cock,” I commanded, feeling my own release burning through me. I wanted him to get there first, feel his cum on my cock before I marked him with my seed.
Yes.
MINE!
My wolf and I were in sync, but I saw the orgasm hurtling towards me as a give and take more than a claim of Riley. If I wanted to own him, I also wanted to be owned by him right back.
“I—” Riley bit off his words as he threw his head back, and I watched his cum jet out over my hand and onto his stomach.
His hand had gone slack, but I kept pumping as Riley whined at the overstimulation. The smell and feel of his warm release pushed me over the edge, and my cum shot up onto his chest and mine, where they were heaving. The second shot coated his stomach, and I trembled with the power of it as my knot swelled.
“Oh! Wow,” Riley panted, moving his hand from ass to grip my knot at the base of my cock. I wasn’t used to having someone’s hands there, only my own, and an aftershock had me letting out another spurt at how good his hand was caressing me where no one else had touched before. “Damn, King.”
“Sorry, I made a mess,” I apologized with a smirk, trying to distract from any awkwardness of the situation.
“You’re not sorry at all,” Riley smiled back and let my knot go.
Releasing our spent cocks, I stepped back so Riley could slide off the counter, because I knew he’d want to clean up and put on clothes before his mom got home.
Finally looking around when Riley turned to wash his hands in the sink, I took in the room. The Jones house was the same as I remembered—homey and just big enough for two. The table had only three mismatched chairs, and the fridge was the same blue as the sink.
Riley stepped out of the way to dry his hands, and I used the sink as I realized my dick hadn’t gone down as fast as usual. He bumped his hip into mine playfully, and we shared a quiet smile of friendship and longing. I still wanted Riley. Even more than before we got off together.
The deep need for Riley reminded me of how my ace friend in San Francisco, Hudson, suddenly had a libido when his mate went into heat. They didn’t know they were mates and had just met, but Hudson knew he had to take care of Matty, and his body did what was needed for him.
Could Riley be my mate?
No, that would be too easy. Too perfect to believe it was possible.
Plus, he wasn’t an omega.
Chapter eighteen
Riley
Fowler dried his hands and pulled me closer, cupping my face before kissing me more gently than before against the door. “When does your mom get home?”
Pulling my phone out, I checked the time. “Not for another couple of hours. Closer to dinnertime.”
“Good.”
Fowler took my hand and led me down the hall. We’d had sleepovers in our teens, especially after I came out as gay to my mom, and he knew the path well. Plus, there were only three doors. He pushed mine open, and I followed him in.
“Why?”
Licking my lips at the sight of Fowler shirtless with his pants still undone, I closed the door behind me. His tattoos stood out on his tanned skin, a sheen of sweat making him shine like some kind of god I wanted to lick from head to toe.
“Because I’m not done with you yet.”
The wicked look on Fowler’s face had my cock twitching and trying to rally. I wanted him again, despite coming only minutes before, and when I got off before the picnic. Usually, I took myself in hand every other day or so, but being around Fowler made me as horny as I’d been when we were teens.
Only now, I didn’t have to hide my attraction to my best friend.
