Page 52 of Empty Heat
Before I could answer, he reached up and grabbed my shoulder. “Don’t answer. I want to get through my heat with you. That’s what matters. I don’t want to put a label on us.”
I smiled and leaned in, kissing his adorable mouth. I pulled back and said, “I told you I don’t do that when I am teaching. My mouth can go anywhere else, but not there. Tonight, I am your friend.”
He touched his lips gently. “Why?”
“Why am I your friend?”
He ducked his head, then raised it so his gaze connected with mine. “Why with me?”
Honesty demanded center stage between us. At the same time, I didn’t want to overwhelm him. “I couldn’t resist.”
He blinked. His mouth opened. His voice was low. “Me?”
I nodded and an intensity I’d never known took my vision for a moment. I backed up and nearly fell off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
I walked into the bathroom and ran cold water over my hands, splashing it onto my face. Even after I got my faculties back, I stood for a long time in front of the sink staring at the mirror.
I was naked and hard. That wasn’t going away any time soon. It was all for Callum and not because of fantasies I’d conjured to satisfy a patient.
This didn’t happen. Not to me.
I’d made Callum climax three times. I’d loved every moment. It was not because I was teaching a patient or needing to care for them.
Of course, I loved caring for others in my line of work. But with Callum, it went beyond that, nudging that line toward wanting to love him. To pour into him all my heart.
I took deep breaths. My cock stuck out rock-hard. Aching. Again, I ignored it.
When I opened the bathroom door, I glanced immediately at the bed. Soft yellow light from the living room fell across the bed. Callum lay on his side as I’d left him, and the glow hazed across his hips highlighting the sweet curve of his ass.
My hand tingled to remember how it felt against my palm. How smooth and firm it was as he raised himself up. How he’d opened for me with barely a touch to show his pucker. How slick he was with desire.
It was the heat that made him wanton when he’d lived an almost celibate lifestyle. But for me it was about Callum surrendering to not just necessary need, but hope. He had been left behind while all his friends dated and took lovers for more than one night jerk sessions. He longed and couldn’t fulfill that longing.
His surrender was astonishing to me. More than any omega I’d ever seen.
He was like a golden god on the bed as I walked closer and moved onto the edge, the mattress denting under my weight.
“Are you all right?” His voice was scratchy.
“Yes. Are you?”
“More than all right. I want to be touched again like that,” he confessed.
I saw his eyes move to take in my erection. He swallowed hard.
I lay down next to him again. For this sort of intimate discussion, I felt he needed me close. “We can use a toy again.”
“I want you.”
“Well—”
He interrupted. “I want to feel the real thing. Your warmth. You inside me. For real. It’s different, I know. But is it—would that be all right?”
“You’re not quite ready. And yes it would be all right. When you are ready.”
He leaned up and almost over me. “What would it take? Maybe the inflatable one. Stretch me more. It was so good, that feeling inside me. Why can’t it be easier?” He flopped onto his back, his hard cock jerking up and resting against his hip.
“How can I make it easier?” I reached out and caressed his chest. “This is easy.” I leaned in and kissed him again. “This is easy.” I ran my hand down his belly and brushed over his cock. “This is easy. Touching you. Seeing you respond. You do so beautifully. Perfectly. There is so much pleasure that can be explored in so many ways.”
