Page 5 of Reindeer Flames
I almost said no, but Silver looked so excited. I nodded, and he walked me through his space.
"This is the living room, and that's the kitchen right through there." He pointed at the pass-through counter behind his couch. Through the opening, stainless steel appliances and white cupboards gleamed when the light came on. "Oops. Room names turn the lights on and off. Kitchen," he said again, and the light dimmed to a low blue glow.
"This is the bathroom." He touched the living room wall, and part of the image vanished, revealing a plain white sliding door. He opened it, revealing the source of the blue glow, a row of blue lights built into the baseboards. "I'll be coming back here in a minute to get ready for you."
I blinked. "What? Why? You're perfect just the way you are!"
"I'm a mess! I didn't plan on getting laid tonight." He looked absolutely adorable when he was flustered.
I stepped into his personal space and cupped his cheek. It twitched once beneath my fingers, and then he leaned into me. "Do whatever you need to do for you," I said, "but I was ready to eat you out in the locker room."
He kissed my palm and took another step along the living room wall. He touched the colorful surface, and the lights dimmed to reveal a plain white door. "This is my bedroom. Make yourself at home while I …"
I grabbed him by the front of his ruined coat and pulled him in for a kiss, trailing my hands up into his soft silver hair. He responded to every touch by melting against me and moaning into my mouth. When he pulled back, gasping, hair disheveled from my hands, he looked completely debauched. I couldn't wait to take him apart even further with my tongue.
Finally,we went our separate ways. The bedroom had the same blue glow around the baseboards as the rest of the apartment. I didn't see a mirror to check my hair, but it had to be a mess after removing my shirt and putting it back on, and it was about to get worse. I stripped off the tight spandex shirt. I loved how it made my muscles pop, but being naked was even better. Then, I slipped off my laceless running shoes and tugged off my shorts and pants. I thought about removing my thong, but I loved the way my cock was peeking out the top. Silver would find me like this, on his bed, cock trapped in my waistband while I played with my balls through the thin, stretchy fabric.
Silver's bed had to be custom, or one of the location kings I couldn't keep straight. California? Texas? Canada? Whatever it was called, it was larger than my king-size bed. With my head on his pillow, my feet were still inches from the bottom. I pointed my toes, and only then did they hang over the edge. Oh, the things I wanted to do to my omega in this bed.
I'd been almost drooling since swallowing Silver's cum, but that thought —my omega— caught me off guard. I swallowed wrong and almost choked.
That was the moment Silver returned from the restroom. Instead of finding me spread out on his bed like a sexy starfish, he hefted me to a sitting position, pulled my arms over my head, and patted my back until I could breathe again.
"Are you all right?" He asked when I could finally swallow without a tickle in my throat sending me into another coughing fit.
"Better now," I assured him. "Can we try that again?" I pointed to the door. "Go back out, wait a second, and then come back in again."
His chuckle was a deep rumble in his throat. I couldn't wait to see what other sounds he made during sex. He'd been too quiet in the locker room, worried someone would walk in on us. Here, in his own apartment with poured concrete walls and floors, I wanted to hear him shout my name loud enough to make the building shake.
I barely had time to register Silver's gorgeous naked backside before he stepped into the hallway and closed the door. I combed my fingers through my hair and arranged myself on the bed.
Instead of coming back inside, he knocked. "Are you ready?"
"So ready."
The door opened a crack, and then a little wider, as though he were waiting for me to jump out of the shadows at him. When he saw me, hand on my balls, the red tip of my cock sticking out of my waistband, he rushed into the room. He was on me before the door clicked shut, his mouth hot around my trapped tip, his fingers working alongside mine to massage my balls.
"That feels so good."
He hummed around my cock, and it felt even better. When he pulled the thong down and took me all the way to the back of his throat, I thought I was going to come in his mouth.
"Wait, hold up. Too close." I couldn't even form complete sentences, but Silver took pity on me and released my cock from his plump lips with a pop. "I want to be inside you, but," I pointed to my skin-tight costume and flimsy shorts without pockets, now in a pile on the floor. "I don't have any alpha condoms."
"I'm not in heat," he said, "and you're not my fated mate." He looked pained. Was that regret? Did he wish I was his fated mate, or would he rather not have sex at all?
"Mate!"Sometimes, my reindeer picked up on words and ran with them. For the week-and-a-half since I'd last seen Silver, he'd crowed about coffee, cookies, and even tea whenever anyone mentioned them, as though the mere repetition of the word would send me back to Silver and Gold's Bakery.
Silver wasn't my mate. Even if he were, I believed him when he said he wasn't in heat. He smelled divine, like smoky cinnamon, and stronger than ever before, but I was in his bedroom, and he was naked. Of course I could smell his slick arousal.
"I'd love to finish what I started in the locker room," I said. "If you'll have me."
He gazed at me with a reverence I didn't deserve before shuffling to his nightstand and pulling out two towels. One, he lay on top of the comforter. The other he tossed to me. "For cleanup later."
We would have had towels in the locker room, too, but I loved a competent partner, and Silver checked all my boxes. He lay on his back, and I positioned him so he rested comfortably, knees bent, cushioning his hips and lower back on a pillow.
"Comfy?" I asked.
"Mm-hmm."
