The ropes at Grayson’s wrists cut deep, but he didn’t feel any pain. All he cared about was fucking the Alpha’s mouth until he came down his throat. He rocked against Keld, each breath a moan or gasp. A tear ran down his cheek as the tension became unbearable.
A cry tore from Grayson’s lips as he came apart in the Alpha’s arms. Shockwaves ripped through his body over and over again, until he collapsed under the weight of gravity’s return.
He felt Keld’s throat bob around his cock one last time before the Mer released him.
“Well done, littleaiu,” he murmured. “That was perfect.”
Another tear slid down Grayson’s face. His body was shaking, every sense magnified and every nerve frayed.
“Come here.” Keld stretched out beside Grayson and pulled him into his arms. “That was a lot for you. Just breathe.”
Grayson trembled in the Alpha’s embrace, pulling air in and out as Keld untied his wrists. When the tremors had subsided enough for him to speak, Grayson looked up at Keld.
“What about you?” he whispered.
The Mer’s arousal was still pressed into Grayson’s belly, twitching against the heat of his skin.
“Don’t worry about me,” Keld reprimanded gently. “If you want to keep going, we can, but first, I want you to rest and hydrate. If you’re done for today, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
Grayson shivered at the sudden, vivid mental image of Keld stroking himself at the foot of the bed, his half-lidded gaze on Grayson.
“You’re still shaking. Here, sit up.” Keld helped him upright and brought a paper cup to his lips. “Drink.”
Grayson obeyed, relishing the cool water cascading over his tongue. His synapses felt as though they were slowly knitting back together.
“Can I watch?” Grayson asked, without thinking.
Keld raised an eyebrow. “Watch?”
Grayson flushed. “I… You said you were going to take care of yourself.”
The Mer blinked at him, then smirked. “You want to watch me touch myself?”
The flush traveled down to Grayson’s chest. “Yes.”
Chapter 16
Keld
Keld pretended to mull the question over. A continuous flow of very recent memories churned through his mind—Grayson’s pink lips parted in ecstasy, his lean muscles tensing against the ropes that bound him, the tears streaking his face as he came.
“I guess I can allow it,” Keld said at last. “As long as I can watch you watch me.”
Grayson huffed a soft laugh. “Deal.”
Keld extricated himself from the bed and went for the nightstand drawer. He tore open a sachet of his favorite lube with his teeth and drizzled it into his palm. The Omega watched each movement like a bird of prey.
Keld positioned himself at the foot of the bed, already stroking the slick fluid across his length. “Spread your legs.”
Grayson hesitated, then let his thighs part. His skin still glistened with arousal and release—Keld could smell the sweet scent from here. He breathed it in and began to move his hand along his cock.
Grayson’s blue gaze burned, following Keld’s hand as it worked. The Omega was definitely experiencing a second wind. His hand drifted lower, moving down to his stiffening member.
Dull heat coiled at the base of Keld’s spine—a warning of a lackluster orgasm. Keld slowed, focusing his grip on the tip, where tightly-packed nerves sang with pleasure.
Grayson was touching himself now, lips parted.
“You like watching?” Keld made a low sound of pleasure. “Look at you. Hard again, so soon.”
