Page 24 of Discover Me
"Fuck, sorry." Kellan's voice is even rougher now.
I've never really felt this way before. Never needed someone's appreciation of my body more than I need to breathe. But something about Kellan on his knees, looking at me like I'm something precious, makes me feel seen in a way I've never experienced.
Kellan reaches forward, his fingers tracing the scar that runs down my chest. He follows the line from my neck down to where it disappears beneath my boxers. The touch is gentler than I expected, those elegant tattooed fingers of his heightening my need for more. Whatever more is, I’m not sure but keeping his hands on me is a good start.
"It felt like my heart cracked when I saw you fall," Kellan says, his eyes still on the scar. "I didn't even know who you were, justthat you needed to live. That you couldn't die. The thought of you dying felt wrong in a way I couldn't explain."
He sits up on his knees and presses his lips to my chest, following the path of the scar, against my stomach, and then just above the waistband of my boxers. Each kiss feels like a brand, marking me as his even though this is supposed to be fake.
"I'm just helping," Kellan murmurs again and at this point I’m not sure who he’s trying to convince. His fingers hook into the waistband of my boxers before slowly dragging them down far enough to reveal my cock. I suck in a breath at the change in temperature, precum beading at the tip of my length as he yanks the fabric down my thighs and discards it with the rest of my clothes.
He stares for another long moment before an appreciative rumble runs through his chest, his mouth on my cock before I can even think to be nervous. Warm, wet heat slides down my length in one slow pull, and the sound that rips out of my chest is half-gasp, half-prayer.
He takes me to the root like he’s been starving for this, tongue flat against the underside, his cheeks hollowed. Every drag of suction lights me up from the inside, sparks skittering along my spine. I drop back on my good elbow, head thumping against a mountain of pillows that smell faintly of his detergent and that sweet rum that’s been haunting me for weeks.
Kellan hums, a low, filthy, pleased sound, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. My hips jerk forward, one of his hands moving to pin them to the mattress, the other curling around the base of me, stroking what his mouth can’t reach. I’m already leaking, desperate for release as he works me over, and he swallows around me like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
I watch through half-lidded eyes. His lashes are dark against his cheeks, lips stretched wide around my cock. Every time he pulls back, a thin string of saliva connects us, and I swear myheart forgets how to beat. He looks wrecked and perfect and mine, even if the contract says different.
Mine.
Fuck, that’s going to be a problem.
Pressure coils low in my stomach as my balls pull up tight. I struggle against his grip on my hip, trying to warn him that I can’t hold back anymore. “Kell, I’m—”
Kellan just sinks deeper, his nose brushing the curls at my groin, his throat working around me. My fingers tangle in his hair, the pleasure consuming any rational thought left. The world narrows to the wet slide of his mouth and the way my name on his tongue sounds like a plea muffled against my skin.
I come hard, stars dotting across my vision as my hips stutter and I spill down his throat in thick pulses. He greedily swallows every drop, until I’m shaking and oversensitive, my hips still trying to thrust, chasing the sensation.
His lids slowly close as he digs his fingers into my hip, a low grunt rumbling through him when he pulls back. His chin is wet with my excess release as he dips his head to my thigh, a broken moan vibrating against my skin. I force my head up through the haze and see his sweatpants shoved down just enough, his own cock flushed and spent, stripes of come painted across his fist and the comforter.
The sight sends another wave of pleasure through me, my spent cock giving a valiant twitch against his cheek.
Kellan’s cheeks blaze scarlet when he realizes I’m staring. He ducks his head, suddenly shy, the big bad Alpha reduced to a blushing mess. I lean down to grip his chin between my fingers, gently tugging him upward. He stands easily, pushing to his feet to lean over me and offer his lips, our mouths meeting in a slow embrace, our tongue lazily tangling together. I taste myself on him, mixed with sweet rum and something that’s just Kellan.
“G’night, Micah,” he mumbles against my lips, his voice absolutely wrecked, his eyes still glassy as he stuffs himself back into his pants.
I don’t even know what to say as he hurries out of the room and shuts it behind him like he didn’t just unravel me with his mouth.
For the first time in weeks, everything inside me is quiet. And Ireallydon’t know what to do with that.
Kellan
I wake up fully refreshed, more rested than I've been in weeks. My body feels loose and relaxed, the tension that's been living in my shoulders finally gone. Then I remember what happened last night and shame crashes over me, followed by embarrassment that makes my stomach turn.
Micah didn't even know what he was signing. Tom trapped him in a contract with fine print and manipulation, and instead of being furious about it, I brought him back here and dropped to my knees for him. Took him in my mouth and made him fallapart, swallowed him down like I was starving for it. And I was. In that moment, with Micah's hand in my hair and his taste on my tongue, it felt like everything I needed.
But now, lying in my bed alone with morning light filtering through the blinds, I wonder how awkward this is going to be. How do you face someone the morning after you blow them when the whole relationship is supposed to be fake? When there are contracts and PR requirements and a predetermined end date?
I grab my phone from the nightstand, not surprised to see the band group chat exploded overnight. Dozens of messages, all of them wondering what's going on and where I disappeared to after the show.
Rex:Dude where did you go?
Liam:Tom said you left with that Beta. Everything okay?
Jordan:The one from the accident? Holy shit Kellan
Rex:KELLAN ANSWER YOUR PHONE
