Page 18 of Leave Me (Shift MC #1)

Chapter seventeen

Fowler

I t had been a while since I’d given someone a ride, and I meant that in both senses of the word. Having Riley’s body on me, from his thighs bracketing mine to his arms snug around my middle, made me forget he wasn’t feeling well.

It felt wrong to enjoy him pressed against me when he was under the weather.

When we got to his mom’s place, where I’d spent countless hours as a child, he insisted he felt better.

I didn’t sense a lie in his words or on his scent, so I was happy to have him in my arms and kiss him like I had the night before.

Riley’s whimpers and moans were like the finest wine as I drank them up and let him rut against me. It wasn’t close enough.

My wolf took over, and I lifted him until I had Riley on the edge of the kitchen counter, begging to see my cock. I hesitated. I had an alpha cock that didn’t look the same as a cis-human’s, and I rarely let anyone see it. But this was Riley.

“Please, Fowler,” Riley begged. I groaned at the sound of my name in his lust-roughened voice, asking for more.

“Okay,” I grunted, clearing my throat and releasing his hand.

Riley unbuttoned my pants as I pulled off my shirt, and then I moved to take off his tank top. He lowered my zipper as I gripped the counter on either side of his thighs. I needed something to do. I gestured towards his own tented shorts.

“Can I?”

“Yes, please.” Riley nodded eagerly and reached for the hem of my boxer briefs.

He waited until I tugged his shorts and underwear down to his thighs, lifting to help, before he swiped a thumb over the head of my cock through the wet fabric. The sensation stole my breath and distracted me from my perusal of his hardness.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I admitted, though it was probably obvious. I shivered from my head to my toes at the contact, a rumble of pleasure emanating from my chest. “Keep going.”

Our chemistry was off the charts, but I wanted to make him feel good.

Gripping his thick, pale pink dick, I took it in hand and had Riley moaning as he leaned his forehead against mine.

He was thicker than average, and only about as long as my dick before it got hard.

When we were kids stripping in the locker room or at the creek and waterfall on Pack lands, he’d always covered himself. Now I could look my fill.

Rubbing my thumb along the glans of his cut cock under the ruddy head, I saw Riley was shaking as he tugged my briefs down to reveal me to him. He gasped, taking in my alpha cock for the first time.

I had never been shy; getting naked in front of people was part of being a shifter, but I hated my changing body in my teens. Back then, my dick looked like a large clitoris, only fully extending when I jacked off. No one had ever seen me fully hard, not with the lights on.

And I was rock hard for Riley.

My dick was dark and veiny against his paler skin, and when he wrapped a hand around my girth, only his middle finger touched his thumb.

He pulled at the foreskin to reveal the pointed head, and I felt his own cock twitch in my grip.

Riley squeezed down my length to the double-rounded base that sat waiting to expand.

“Is this?”

“My knot,” I confirmed.

Swallowing down my nerves, I stroked Riley in hopes he wasn’t bothered by how I looked or that I could distract him.

I’d waxed most of my body for years, after growing a lot of extra fur from being on testosterone, but I enjoyed the blond thatch of hair on him, with a happy trail leading up his toned stomach to his pecs.

I missed his soft belly, but he was hot no matter what.

With my free hand, I flicked his nipple, watching it pebble as he moaned. “I like that. Nipple play,” he explained.

“I can’t feel much in my nipples, but your hand feels good,” I added, thrusting into his grip.

Riley wrapped his ankles around my thighs and pulled me closer. “Let me go for a second?”

Dropping his cock as if he were the alpha, I watched as he pressed his thick cock to mine, my pre-cum dribbling onto him. I’d lost a bit of my length in my anxiety, but it reared back when his hot skin aligned with mine.

“Shit,” I cursed and dropped my face to his neck, scenting him where he’d grown even sweeter. “How do you feel so good?”

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.