16. Text me, maybe?
16
TEXT ME, MAYBE?
Micah
A few weeks later
“Work sucks.” I grumbled, not for the first time that week. And it wasn’t even my work I was being pissy at. It was the being away from home. I was out of town and I missed him.
We’d spent the past couple of weeks trying again. We hadn’t made any firm We’re doing this type statements, but we were. Part of me was worried I was leading him down the pathway to freaking heartbreak. Heck, I was leading myself down there too, but I was too freaking selfish not to.
I grabbed the pile of delivery menus from the coffee table of my hotel room and shuffled through them. None of the food sounded particularly good, but going out and being social with people from the conference I was presenting at sounded even worse.
“Pizza it is.” I took out my phone and pulled up the app and ordered an extra large, figuring I could have the rest for breakfast. I was staying in a hotel with a mini kitchen that supposedly made you feel at home. It was nice enough, but no part of it felt like home.
I plopped on the couch and turned on the television, flipping through the channels, only giving up when the pizza arrived. I wasted over forty minutes just mindlessly pressing the remote. Great.
I walked downstairs to the lobby because taking the stairs burned off energy and helped my grumpy ass. After tipping the delivery person, I walked back up. At least it was giving me something to do other than sit on the couch and stare into space. If I was home, I could go visit Archer or grab a beer on the roof and wait for him to finish work.
My life was quickly becoming all about Archer and it should scare me more than it did. There was just something about him.
I was going to be home in a couple of days. This neediness was completely ridiculous. What kind of an alpha goes around moping over someone because they had a work thing and couldn’t see an omega as often as they wanted to?
Apparently the kind that was me.
Standing at the counter, I ate my pizza over the box to avoid making dirty dishes. I was the epitome of a sitcom bachelor. Only unlike them, I didn’t want to be. I wanted Archer.
Why couldn’t he be a unicorn?
We could gallop in meadows together, fuck like bunnies beside the flowers, and have little unicorn babies.
But no. He had to be a sexy wolf with lean muscle, a bitable ass, and a thick cock. And on top of that he was a freaking great guy. He was all the things except the one that mattered most because of stupid fate.
I slammed the pizza box closed because that would help matters. Even I was rolling my eyes at myself for that one. I shoved the box in the fridge and took a shower thinking that maybe washing the grime of the day away might help.
And it did. A little anyway, and when I came out, I was in a much better mood. Although a huge part of that was knowing it was almost eight, the time I felt like it was safe to call Archer without pulling him away from work or friends. It was an arbitrary time, but it worked.
Unlocking my phone, I pulled up his contact and pressed call. I could text easily enough, but I wanted to hear his voice.
“Micah,” he picked up on the first ring, “I was just thinking about you.”
“Same here. What are you up to?”
“Up. That’s an interesting choice of words.” I could almost see the glimmer of mischief in his eyes through the phone. “I was just thinking about you is all.”
“Show me.” I wasn’t even asking. If he was doing what he was hinting at, I wanted to see it. Heck, I wanted to guide it.
I tapped the video call icon and as he answered, instead of his face filling the screen I saw the tip of his cock, glistening with precum. “Now tell me. What were you doing?”
“You weren’t here and I was so hard and slick… I had to improvise.” He flipped the camera towards himself. “If you were here, you’d be the one in my ass right now.”
I swallowed, trying not to trip as I made my way to the bed.
“Your hair’s wet. Were you just in the shower?” he asked as if he hadn’t just hinted he had something in his ass… something that wasn’t my cock, the one that went from stirring to painfully hard in record time .
“I took a shower.”
“Did you touch yourself thinking of me in there?” Now I wished I had so I could tell him all about it, sparing no detail.
“No. I was in a bad mood.” I sat on the bed, my back against the headboard. “But I’m in a better one now that I’ve seen you.”
“Bad day at work?” Here we were both naked, something hypothetically in his ass, and he was asking about me and why I was having a rough day.
“I was having a pity party for one with you being there and me being here,” I confessed. “Work was fine. They liked my presentation.” Or pretended to because that’s what you did at things like this. “Now getting back to you… if I’m not there to fill your aching hole, what is?”
“You caught that?” He bit his bottom lip. “I’ll show you.” He brought the camera down, going ever so slowly past his cock and to his entrance, the one filled with a huge gem.
“Is that a diamond butt plug?” It looked amazing, all sparkling.
“Ish.” The camera jumped all around and when it stopped it had the perfect view of the sex toy sitting exactly where I wanted to be.
I wrapped my hand around my cock, giving it some pressure to ease the discomfort of being so hard. “Show me.”
He reached for it, slowly tugging on it, bringing it out a little bit, then pushing it back in. Each time he pulled it out just a little bit more and after a few more times I saw that it wasn’t a butt plug at all, but a dildo.
“Does that feel good?” I slowly jerked.
“Only when I think of you.”
“What do you think of when you picture me? Is it my long cock ramming into you or do you think about the way I can take you all into my mouth and bring you to orgasm without anything more than my tongue and lips? Or maybe… maybe you think of my knot and how it fills you so completely.” He let out a groan, his movements no longer smooth and in rhythm.
“Tell me, omega. Tell me what you were thinking.”
“You came home early and when you walked into your apartment, I was waiting for you… naked.” His breath hitched.
“And was I pleased with what I saw?”
“Yes. You told me I was a naughty wolf for starting without you and since I already began in the living room we were going to finish there.” His second hand reached around his cock. It was awkward and had to be uncomfortable, but it was also sexy as fuck.
“Did we fuck up against the wall or did I bend you over the side of the couch?” I’d have put him over the sofa, but this was his imagination. What dirty thing did he envision us doing?
“Neither. Although I want us to do both of those… can we do that… please?” The plea in his voice nearly had me undone.
“Yes, but only if you tell me. ”
“Coffee table. You bent me over the coffee table and kneeled behind me, slamming into me over and over again until… until the phone rang.”
“I would thrust into you, but I’ve been gone so long, I’d want to have a snack first. I’d want to wrap my lips around you… to swallow you whole. But I wouldn’t let you come because you’d been naughty not waiting for me.”
He let out a groan that told me he liked that… a lot.
“I couldn’t let you just come without earning it. Sort of like you starting without me tonight.” His movements stopped. He saw exactly where this was going.
“I did. I was naughty.”
“And that’s why you are not going to come until I get back.” His hands were gone from his cock and ass so fast.
“That’s a long time. Please let me come.”
“Nope.” I popped the P. “But I will let you look while I come. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Micah. Please let me watch. Please.” He yanked the toy from his ass, sat up straight and grabbed his phone, setting it so I could see his flushed face. “I want to see.”
I didn’t move.
“Please.”
“Since you asked so sweetly.” With the phone in one hand and my cock in the other, I pumped myself to a quick release, making sure he heard me whisper his name and witness my cum coating my hand and my knot swelling.
“Good night, wolf. I need to go shower again. I’ll be naked, under the running water, but that doesn’t mean you can touch yourself.”
Ivor
I have a job. I like my job. I need my job. I won’t do anything stupid.
That was so much easier said than done given the jerk walking through the doorway. Kellan was such a piece of shit. He thought he could do anything he wanted to Ryder and still be able to just show up and be let back in.
Jerk.
“Hey Kellan. What’s up?” I slapped on my best happy face. I sounded as fake as I felt, but it was the best I could do.
“Don’t give me that bullshit.” Oh great, he was mad. “Stop sleeping with Ryder.”
“What?” Out of the things I expected to come out of his trash mouth, that was not it.
“I’m not sleeping with him, asshat. And even if I was, that's none of your business.” He closed the distance between us. “You can go now.” I sounded just as weak as I felt. It was one thing to be all brave when he was standing at a distance. But when he got this close… knowing how he could change in a flash, I was not feeling brave anymore.
“You need to leave this job and Sunshine Manor. You don’t fit there and if it weren’t for Daire’s charity in sharing his place with you and Ryder for giving you work, you wouldn’t be there.”
That was a direct hit. He was right. I didn’t belong, and of course Ryder gave me the job because he was nice. But I was working hard and doing well I thought. The best job I could, anyways.
“No.” It came out as a squeak.
“You piece of shit. First you sleep with him and now this. No wonder he wasn’t giving me what I needed at the end. You probably had your dick down his throat,” he seethed.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out.” Ryder. “You do not berate my employees like that.”
“Employees. That’s rich. I know what you two have been up to. Nothing else explains this.” He jerked his head around the office.
Ryder fisted his hands and yelled, “Just because you stick your cock in anything that will say yes doesn’t mean I do. Get. The. Fuck. Out.”
And by a miracle he left.