Page 108 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
“What can we do to help your knot go down faster?” I ask in a low voice, trying not to disturb Camille’s rest.
Ambrose groans. “I’m trying to relax, but it’s difficult when it’s still so tight and River is sitting there with a hard cock, looking at us.”
“Sorry, babe, but if you think I’m not going to enjoy the sight of you all stuck together, you’re crazy,” River chuckles, giving his dick a slow stroke.
Fuck, that’s hot. Now that I’m allowed to look at his dick openly instead of pretending that I don’t want to, I can’t stop staring.
River cocks a brow at me, and I look away, cheeks burning hotter. I don’t know how to handle this new thing between us. We’ve known each other for over a decade, which means I trust him. I’m more comfortable with him, and Ambrose for that matter, than anyone else in the world besides Cami. But I’m still looking at my best friend’s dick and wondering if I’ll like his taste as much as Camille did, after a lifetime of thinking I’m straight, and it’s a total mindfuck.
“What are you thinking right now?” River asks, tone a mixture of concern and raspy arousal.
“I’m thinking that I’m going to kick Ambrose in the nuts for knotting me like this,” I grumble.
The older alpha rolls his eyes. “Other than that.”
“Nothing.” I swallow hard, my traitorous eyes flicking to River’s dick again.
“Jackson, we can feel your stress in the bond,” River says gently.
“Was it too much when I—” Ambrose starts, but I cut him off with a shake of my head.
“No, that was fine. Great. I’m a total slut for daddy stuff, I guess.” I clear my throat and force my nerves down. “I wasthinking that if River being hard is why Ambrose’s knot won’t go down, then we should do something about that.”
“Mmm, yeah,” Camille mumbles beneath me, still sounding dazed. If she’s talking, it means we don’t have long to sort this out before her heat demands more of us.
“Weshould do something about that?” River asks, moving closer and giving his dick another lazy stroke. God, why does it have to be so pretty? It’s distracting.
“I could suck you off,” I blurt, the words directed at his crotch.
River’s hand on my arm makes me jolt. I look back up at him to find his brow furrowed and his face only a few inches from mine. “Do you want to suck me off?” The question from his lips is quiet, but laced with wicked heat.
“Y-yeah. I do.”
I can do this. I’m amazing at sex, and I’m a fast learner. “How hard can it be?” I ask with a forced cocky smile. “I mean, clearly it’shard, but you know what I mean.”
River chuckles and moves closer, placing a hand behind my neck. My heart slams against my ribcage as he lingers there for a moment, waiting to see if I’m okay. I nod, feeling like a fumbling teen again. River smiles back and leans in, and gives me a long, slow kiss. Camille and Ambrose both release weak groans as my dick tries to buck at the sensation.
When he pulls back, River strokes a thumb along my lower lip, and my brain goes fuzzy when he tugs it down like he’s inspecting my mouth to see if it’s good enough to take him.
“Can’t believe I’m going to suck a dick,” I murmur as he rises, standing so that he can position his hard length in front of my face. “Promise to tell me if I do something wrong? I don’t want to be complete shit at this.”
Ambrose’s hand lands on my thigh, and he squeezes me,sending reassurance. “You’re okay, Jackson. You don’t need to be perfect.”
River nods, stroking a hand through my hair. “All you need is to be you.”
The love through the bond has me on the verge of tears. “Even if I’m all teeth?” I joke thickly.
River snorts. “Yeah. If that’s the case, I’ll just have to train you to suck my cock the way I want.” His voice lowers, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m a good teacher, and I know how eager you are to please.”
“F-fuck.” Now I’m imagining River as my stern professor while I’m begging him to give me a better grade, and that wasn’t a fantasy I ever had before, but it sure as hell is now.
“Open,” River rasps, the time for talking fading away as he senses my arousal through the bond.
My lips part, and oh fuck, that’s the tip of his dick resting on my tongue. The taste of him is as dark and rich as his scent. Indulgent. No wonder Camille and Ambrose like this.
I hesitate only for a moment, eager to prove to myself that I can do this and eager for more of that taste. I hollow my mouth, making sure to cover my teeth with my lips, and bob my head down on him. I gag almost immediately as he hits the back of my throat, sputtering as he pulls off.
“Shit, you don’t have to take it all right away,” River curses, eyes wide.
