“You like the way I taste?” He asked softly, and I nodded. “Are you upset you didn’t get to swallow my load?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. How did he know me so well?
“Do you know why I did this instead?” He asked, gliding his thumb over my dripping cheeks before pushing the cum he’d collected into my mouth for me to suck off. I shook my head. “Because every alpha in that building is going to smell me all over you and know that you belong to somebody else. Does that embarrass you?” He asked, probably because I’d let out a little whine at his words.
“No,” I said honestly, obediently licking more cum off his finger as he cleaned my face off with it. “I want everyone to know that I’m yours.”
He made a low sound of affirmation and nodded, his eyes locked onto my mouth as I sucked his finger to the knuckle.
“Stand up,” he ordered. I shakily rose up to my feet, my thighs feeling like jelly. Scooping up the last smear of his cum off my face, he gently rubbed it over the angel wing tattoo on my hip. To an outsider, it would have looked like just another way for him to show the possession he had of my body, but I knew he was only trying to help speed up the recovery process with his powerful alpha semen. He’d been laving his tongue over it every night since I’d gotten it done, letting the healing enzymes of his saliva soak in and work their magic so I wouldn’t feel so sore and itchy.
Shivering, unable to ignore the persistent throbbing and twitching of my cock for even a second longer, I blinked mylashes at him, hoping the tattoo would remind him how loyal and devoted to him I was.
“So, um… Did I… Make you happy?” I stumbled through the question, feeling like an idiot. The nerves tangling in my stomach surprised me, I hadn’t even been this nervous when he’d taken my virginity. But I was just so afraid that he’d say no. Not only did I need to come so bad I wanted to scream, but also some part of me felt like I would curl up and die if he kept being mad at me. Like I’d disrupted some crucial part of the universe’s makeup and my punishment would be complete and total annihilation.
“Getting there,” he murmured, shifting more of his body up onto the mattress and taking me with him. On my back, I stared up at him, trying not to squirm from the way my ass still stung. “Do you think you deserve to come?”
I opened my mouth, then closed it. It felt like a trap.
“I didn’t mean to make you upset,” I offered, then let out a sharp gasp as he ghosted his fingers down my chest, grazing my nipple. My body felt like it was on fire, all my nerve endings stoked and ready to flame up, so even the lightest touch was enough to make me moan.
“So you don’t think I should be upset?” He asked, and I had to bite down into the tip of my tongue to keep from pleading with him to go lower when he circled my bellybutton.
“I… didn’t s-say that,” I denied, the air in my lungs coming out as quick, breathy panting as he teased the inner part of my thighs. “I know why you’re mad. I understand…oh,” I trailed off, my eyes closing as he trailed his fingers over the plump head of my cock.
“Keep talking,” he commanded, but the tone of his voice had gentled.
“You know I would never do anything to make you jealous on purpose,” I whimpered, my hips arching up off the bed for morecontact. But he just kept giving me those light strokes over my cock, just enough to keep me on the edge and needing more.
“Oh yeah?” He mused. “You wouldn’t go to a party you knew I didn’t want you at, to talk to guys you knew I didn’t want you talking to? You wouldn’t do that?”
“Okay, yes,” I admitted quickly. Damn it. “I did that. But-but I… I just wanted your attention,” I continued meekly. “I just wanted you to want me.”
“I’d wanted you for so fucking long already, Jordy,” he responded, sounding just a tad bitter about that fact. “And you taunted me, and made me think you’d fuck other guys at college if I didn’t give in to you. Do you know how fucking sick that made me feel?”
The misery in his voice, just at the memory, sent guilt crashing through me. Ihadtaunted him and teased him and tortured him, all because I’d been so desperate for him to pay attention to me. And now I understood why he’d tried so hard to keep away from me. Because he’d loved me, and didn’t want to end up hurting me.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I sniffled.
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered out. “I’m so sorry, Kieran. I didn’t know how bad it was for you, and I didn’t mean to hurt you so much.”
His eyes widened, his expression turning to a horrified grimace as I broke off into little sobs. I wasn’t a crier. He’d probably only seen me shed actual tears two or three times ever, in the whole time he’d known me and I was pretty sure those had been when I was still grieving over my mom. But I guess I hadn’t realized how much I’d been hurting over everything either, and how much had built up inside me.
“Ah, no,” he said, shaking his head urgently at me, flying up into a sitting up position. “No, I didn’t mean… Jesus. This isn’t what I was trying to do,” he remarked with a light groan, pullingme up off the mattress and cradling me in his lap, holding me tightly against his chest. “Don’t cry, Angel. It’s okay.”
“I didn’t mean to,” I reiterated, and he hugged me closer, pressing kisses into the top of my head.
“I know you didn’t. You don’t have to be sorry,” he murmured into my hair. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“But it’s how you feel,” I disagreed, with another watery sniff. “And I was so selfish and stupid and-”
“No,” he cut me off. “No, you weren’t. And I was fucking awful to you, too. You needed me, but I just kept pushing you away, and hurting you… And, I…”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, raising my face up to his and putting my hands on his cheeks so he couldn’t look away from me. “We’re together now. And I love you so, so much.”
His eyebrows drew together, the intensity of his gaze sharpening until I could feel it searing my insides. “I love you, too.”
I shuddered, arching into his hand when he finally grasped onto my shaft, giving me long, slow strokes from my base to my head. My fingers tightened on his jaw, and the way he was staring into my eyes while he stroked me was so hot I couldn’t let him go.
