Chapter 20 A Thrust In The Right Direction
A THRUST IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION
Slick trickled out of Ottis. He wet his lips and leaned into Doc, purring when Doc slipped his hand lower, tucking his fingers between Ottis’ clothed cheeks.
“You’re so hot,” Ottis wheezed. “Like a campfire, and I’m the marshmallow you’re trying to roast. Except I catch fire and explode in a sticky white mess.”
Doc laughed, the sound stroking down Ottis’ spine. “I get you that hot, huh?”
“You know how hot you get me,” Ottis mumbled. “You’ve felt it with your everything.”
“Mmmm. Yes, I have.” Doc had, in fact, felt him up several times this week. Ever since they’d realized that Doc had come bareback inside Ottis during his heat, the alpha hadn’t bothered with a condom. He kept sliding his bare cock into Ottis, pumping him full at every chance he got.
It was enough to turn Ottis wet the moment Doc touched between his legs.
“We certainly leave quite a bit of white stuff around when we’re done,” Doc purred, nudging Ottis along to his bedroom.
Three steps in, Ottis decided to adjust his gait to compensate for his limp. It would look sexier, anyway.
Except Doc withdrew his touch, tapping him sharply on the hip.
“Don’t do that,” Doc said.
Ottis stopped and looked at the floor, suddenly self-conscious. “Don’t do what?”
“Don’t hide that part of you. I don’t mind it.”
Ottis squinted up at him. “Like you and your masks?”
Doc froze. He sighed, but his eyes crinkled. Without missing a beat, Doc swept Ottis off his feet and over his shoulder, carrying him the last few steps to his bedroom.
“You’re totally avoiding the subject,” Ottis said, wriggling his ass next to Doc’s face.
Doc grasped his asscheeks and squeezed. “Well. This way, we can both avoid the subject.”
Ottis barked a laugh. Doc chuckled and shut the door behind them.
Next to the bed, Doc set Ottis on his feet. “Strip. I want to see you in that red lace.”
“You finally have the patience to dress me up?” Ottis grinned. Despite the number of times they had mated, they hadn’t used the red lace panties from the department store. He almost thought Doc had forgotten about them.
“We have a bit of time before bed,” Doc murmured, trailing his knuckles down Ottis’ side.
“Are you going to examine the toys?”
At that, Doc furrowed his forehead. “Ugh. I’ll get on that. Later.”
He stripped off his scrubs, leaving his scarred skin bare. The mask stayed on, though. While Doc waited for the shower to heat up, Ottis limped into the bathroom to brush his teeth. They watched each other in the mirror; Ottis made faces just because he could. Doc’s eyes crinkled.
With another quick squeeze of Ottis’ ass, Doc disappeared into the shower.
Ottis returned to the bedroom. Ever since he had begun spending more time in Doc’s bed, Doc had cleared out a whole section of his walk-in closet for him. Now, the panties sat on one of the shelves next to Ottis’ new clothes.
He picked out the pair with the heart-shaped cutouts. These panties were light and soft; Ottis kicked off his clothes and pulled them on.
Red lace stretched across his skin. It smelled faintly of laundry detergent, and it hugged the curves of his bulge and ass. Air wafted in through the cutouts, caressing his cock and asscheeks.
Ottis blushed. Being wrapped up like this... He felt pretty.
He tugged his cock and balls through the cutout in front, so they were framed by the lace heart. Then he climbed back onto Doc’s bed, staying on all fours when he reached the middle.
The bed smelled like them now; smoke and earthy forest, and a lot of musk.
When Doc stepped out of the bathroom, he was wearing a towel and a new cloth mask. “You look gorgeous, sweetheart.”
“So do you.” Ottis swiveled his hips to show Doc the rear cutout, a cheeky heart right over his hole.
Doc drew a sharp breath, his voice dipping. “Showing me your hole already?”
His bulge had been prominent behind his towel, but the moment Ottis offered his ass, it began to grow thicker. Ottis’ mouth went dry.
“I don’t know, are you going to rip that hole? You might be too big to fit,” Ottis said hoarsely. “You might need to stretch it out first.”
Doc’s gaze darkened. He prowled onto the bed and closed the distance between them, grasping Ottis’ hips with his large hands. “Let me admire you from every angle.”
He lifted Ottis’ ass so he could look into the rear cutout. Doc slipped his thumbs under the lace and pried Ottis’ cheeks apart, exposing his hole.
“Impale me through the heart,” Ottis said with a moan. Already, he could imagine Doc’s thick tip pushing through the hole, grinding against him. “Now, please.”
“Always so eager for my cock,” Doc purred, spreading Ottis further. There came a wet sound, like he was licking his lips. Then he leaned in, pressing his masked face against Ottis’ ass.
“You can take off your mask, I promise not to look,” Ottis whimpered, wriggling his ass. Doc had licked his hole two days ago, and it had felt amazing. “Please, please. Lick me.”
Doc growled. One of his hands left Ottis’ hips; fabric rustled against skin. Then a soft, wet thing slipped through the opening in Ottis’ panties and flicked between his cheeks, right over his hole.
Ottis shook, burying his face against a pillow. He couldn’t help spreading his legs and pushing back, offering himself.
“Perfect,” Doc growled, his breath puffing hot against Ottis’ entrance.
His tongue circled Ottis’ hole, a light, playful touch.
Doc pressed his face against the lace so Ottis felt the ridge of his nose, the swell of his cheeks, all through the scrap of fabric.
Then his tongue swiped against Ottis’ rim, giving it soft taps before trying to push in. Ottis’ breath stuttered.
“Doc,” he whined.
“You taste good.” Doc licked his hole again, this time with more pressure. Ottis clutched at the sheets and lost some time to Doc’s tongue, his cock throbbing in his lace panties.
Maybe Doc could tell. He released one of Ottis’ cheeks and ran his hand up Ottis’ inner thigh, before cupping Ottis’ cock through the panties. Ottis jerked; precum squirted out of him.
“So sensitive,” Doc murmured, and his tongue pushed in.
Ottis clutched at the pillow and wheezed. “Inside, please!”
“Mmm.” Doc pushed harder with his tongue. He licked into Ottis, flat intimate swipes that went deeper with each lick. Then he hooked a finger into Ottis’ ass to stretch him open, and closed his mouth over Ottis’ hole. Ottis choked on his moan.
Doc kissed him filthily. He pushed his tongue deep, pulling out and pushing back in, before adding another finger.
Then his tongue shifted inside Ottis’ ass, growing long and thick—his dragon tongue.
It was too much. Ottis came with a cry, shuddering all over.
“That’s it,” Doc murmured. “So good for me.”
He continued to fuck Ottis with his tongue, in and out, the flexible muscle swirling deep inside. When he pulled out, Ottis’ legs were shaking.
“Hmm,” Doc murmured. He released Ottis briefly; the nightstand drawer rumbled open.
Then a soft strip of fabric slipped around Ottis’ eyes, and Doc secured it behind his head.
“Can you see out of it?” Doc whispered.
Ottis shook his head.
“Good. I’m going to turn you around, and admire you.” Strong hands gripped Ottis and flipped him onto his back. Ottis gasped; Doc’s hands cupped his sides and ran up and down his body, sending a wave of tingles through his skin. “So beautiful. Mine.”
Ottis shivered. “Is your mask off?”
Doc hesitated. “Yes. It’s... the first time in a long while that I’ve taken it off in front of an omega, with the lights on.”
“Okay.” Inwardly, Ottis wanted to cheer.
“You’re not going to ask me to remove the blindfold?”
Ottis shook his head. “One step at a time. We’re getting there.”
Doc huffed; Ottis thought he might be smiling. The alpha leaned in and tucked his scar-rough face against Ottis’ neck, breathing him in. He nuzzled down Ottis’ chest, sucking on one nipple, then the other, until milk flowed out of him. “Delicious. Beautiful.”
Doc licked up the trails of milk. He cupped Ottis’ ass and hefted him up, pressing kisses down Ottis’ stomach and belly.
“I have stretch marks, you know,” Ottis said, since maybe with all that sex in the darkness, Doc hadn’t noticed the lines on his abdomen.
“Mmm.” Doc rubbed his face against those marks, as though he enjoyed the sight of them. Ottis’ chest grew tight. “Still beautiful.”
Slowly, carefully, Ottis reached down, cupping Doc’s face. Bumpy scars caught against his fingertips. Doc froze for a moment. Then he made himself relax, shoulders going loose.
“You’re amazing too,” Ottis whispered. Heart thumping, he brushed his fingers through Doc’s hair. And he gave a firm tug, trying to move Doc closer to his cock.
An animal sound ripped out of Doc’s throat. “Sweetheart,” the alpha snarled, the danger in his voice going straight to Ottis’ core.
But instead of attacking, Doc gripped Ottis’ thighs and heaved them up, opening his legs. He nosed at Ottis’ leaking cock, one hand gripping Ottis’ ass, squeezing him through the lace. Ottis whimpered, precum shooting out of him.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Doc growled. He skimmed his nose up Ottis’ length, then did the same with his tongue. At Ottis’ tip, Doc wrapped his lips around that bundle of nerves, and sucked.
Ottis howled, his hips jerking up.
“Such a beautiful present, all wrapped up for me,” Doc murmured, sucking on his tip again.
He held Ottis’ hips up with one hand, pushing his fingers through the rear cutout.
Those fingers slipped between Ottis’ cheeks and found his hole easily, three of them plunging in at once, stretching him open.
Ottis gasped. Doc groaned, twisting his fingers inside so they shoved against Ottis’ prostate.
Ottis writhed, yanking on Doc’s hair as he tried to hold on. But it was hard. Doc kept working on that sensitive spot; he ground his fingers mercilessly against it, so Ottis bucked and yowled, coming again.