Page 19 of Leave Me (Shift MC #1)

Chapter eighteen

Riley

F owler 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.

“Then you’re wearing too many clothes.”

Throwing myself down on my old bed, Fowler watched me kick off my shorts and underwear as he stripped off his boots and then the rest of his clothes.

Stalking up the bed over me, he pressed against my body and laid kisses along my skin as he went.

Instinctively, I did what I’d seen his packmates do to him and his father a hundred times. I tilted my neck to show my submission.

“Fuck,” Fowler growled and scented me before turning his head and smelling the sheets. “Did you get off here this morning?”

Squirming, I felt myself blushing. Damn his hyper-senses. “Maybe.”

“That’s fucking hot, Ri. Did you think about me?” Fowler asked as he started to rut along my inner thigh, and I felt him hardening.

Running my hands along his back to his ass, I felt my cock responding as well. “I might have.”

Fowler pushed himself up on his elbows, slotting himself between my thighs. “What did you think of to come? ”

“I thought—” I started and stopped when Fowler kneeled up, gripping my thighs and pushing them back as he dragged his cock over mine.

I had always wondered, since I knew all alphas had dicks for breeding, what Fowler looked like.

It was unlike anything I’d seen outside of fantasy dildos and had my mouth watering.

“Tell me.”

The tone of his voice brooked no argument, but I also wanted to tell him so he could make it happen. “I wanted your mouth on me.”

“Like this?” Fowler grinned and kissed the inside of my knee, along my leg to my ankle, the sole of my foot, and finally my toe. It was probably stinky with sweat, but that didn’t stop him.

“No,” I breathed hard, my cock twitching where it lay on my stomach at his lips on mine. “On my dick, you tease.”

The grin on Fowler’s face at my bluntness could only be called wolfish as he let my foot go and bent to take me in hand. “With pleasure.”

Pushing one thigh back, King licked me from root to tip, and I moaned as he flicked the slit. He fondled my balls as he took me deep, his swollen lips spreading wide over my thickness, and I went from mostly hard to solid on his tongue.

Writhing on the sheets, I gripped his dark hair and thrust up into his mouth. “Yes! Just like that. Can’t believe—”

Fowler popped off, and I groaned until he started licking under my balls. “Do you like to be rimmed? Want me to finger your pretty hole?”

“Fuck,” I breathed out and was glad he was gripping the base of my cock, because I almost came at his words and the imagery.

Normally, I didn’t like someone’s mouth there, especially when I’d been sweating and wasn’t in a relationship. But this was Fowler King. When we were kids, I knew him better than I knew myself. And if my taste or scent bothered him, it would have already turned him off.

“Yes.” I swallowed as he moved to lick around my rim. I shuddered and bit back a groan of torture pleasure.

“Hold your legs for me,” he instructed between licks, holding eye contact. “And don’t keep your moans from me. I want them all.”

Grabbing under my knees, I bared myself to Fowler as he dove in.

He lavished my hole, spitting on it and adding a finger to rub as he breached my hole with his tongue.

I arched off the bed and let myself moan and whimper in pleasure as Fowler would growl in response.

The sound vibrated inside me, heightening the flames rising through me.

Fowler met my eyes as he rubbed his thumb against my opening in silent request, and I nodded. He spat on my hole, and I moaned as he used the lubrication to push inside. Taking my cock back in his mouth, he thrust in slowly but steadily until he found my prostate.

“Holy—don’t stop,” I yelled at him as he pegged my prostate over and over again. If I’d been afraid I couldn’t come again so soon, milking my prostate would likely do the job.

Fowler curled his fingers to rub on my taint from the outside, and that, plus his thumb and mouth sucking me deep into his warm, wet mouth, and I was pulsing down his throat. I didn’t know if anything came out, but it felt like my entire body was orgasming.

He kept suckling my dick until I pushed him off, pulling his thumb out and rising onto his knees as I let my legs go flat on the bed.

“Damn, you’re fucking beautiful.” Fowler gripped his dick, and I knew what I wanted.

“Come on my face,” I told him, bold in the aftershocks of an epic orgasm.

“Hell, yeah!” Fowler moved to straddle my upper body, one hand gripping the headboard while the other squeezed his cock in a death grip as I opened my mouth.

“I want to taste you,” I whispered, never wanting anything more.

Fowler’s eyes were narrowed to slits, and I swore I saw them glow or flash before he started shuddering above me. The whole bed shook with the force of his climax as his load covered my cheek and chin. I sucked the tip into my mouth to make sure I got the rest.

Cum was usually salty and bitter, but somehow, Fowler tasted like cherries. Tart, sweet, with a sharp edge that coated my throat as I swallowed his release.

“Too much,” Fowler grunted, and I let him fall from my lips. He collapsed next to me on the mattress that protested the weight. “So good.”

Chuckling, I turned into him so my head rested on his chest. “At least you’re not covered in cum.”

“Shit, let me get something to clean you up.”

Fowler hopped out of the bed and left the room naked, and I admired his ass as I listened to him find a towel in the bathroom he wet in the sink. He’d gotten up so quickly, I hoped he wasn’t regretting what we’d done.

Did I regret having multiple orgasms with the man I’d wanted for fifteen years? No.

Not unless it made him want to leave me again.