Chapter 21 Heat
Heat
Davidson
If I worried for a second that I might have gone too far at any point last night, Leo’s mood the next morning put me at ease. He was positively glowing.
Playful as ever, he sucked me off right after waking up, taking his time teasing me.
He hummed with pleasure when I came in his mouth and licked me all over.
So I flipped him and made a feast out of his ass.
I didn’t finger him—he’d earned a break after last night—but tongue-fucked him until he was a whimpering mess.
Then I spent a good half an hour focused on his nipples.
Leo came a second time, empty and untouched, with only my mouth on his chest, and he shivered and twitched helplessly, his scent positively drugging.
I had to lick his ass clean after the orgasm, his taste irresistible to me.
“I can’t wait to taste you when you’re in heat.”
“It’ll be today for sure. I’m already all mellow.”
His eyelids were puffy, and his eyes unfocused.
His voice seemed to have deepened, and he licked his lips often, unaware of it.
Together with how his chest and belly had filled out, he looked like sin as he lay on my bed, spread out on his back, fondling his cock.
The insides of his thighs were adorned with drying smears of slick.
He smelled like strawberries and roses, sweet and potent, the perfume growing stronger by the hour.
Wiggling contentedly, he stretched and sighed, the picture of debauchery and satisfaction.
He’d been breathtaking last night, dressed for the event, but I’d never seen anything more beautiful than Leo lazing in my bed after an orgasm, naked and relaxed, about to go into heat.
And I was allowed to breed this enchanting creature. How did I get so lucky?
I kissed up his thigh and nuzzled his for now empty belly.
“How do you want to spend today, Leo?”
He hummed, his fingers combing through my hair as I kissed his abdomen.
“Don’t you need to work?”
“Only for a little while. I could be done by lunchtime.” I dipped my nose into his belly button, and he giggled. “After that, I’m yours alone for the next six days.”
“I’m wondering if there’s anything I need to do.”
“Your computer and chargers were among the things that got delivered last night.”
“Thank you. I found them. I should probably check in with my agent and finance guy.”
“Breakfast first, though.”
“Breakfast first.”
After the meal, we settled in my office. Leo sat with his laptop on the sofa in the corner, then opened the paperback from Lawrence. I watched him from the corner of my eye. He squirmed from time to time, his intensifying scent filling the room. My focus was once again nonexistent.
Suddenly, Leo snapped the book shut, put it on the armrest, and walked to me. I turned on my chair to ask what he wanted, but before I could, he was on his knees, his face in my groin. He breathed in, groaning, and swiftly unfastened my pants.
With glassy eyes, he looked up. “Please, Master?”
I fisted his hair and pushed his head down.
He sucked me fast and hard, moaning and massaging the base with both hands. He all but pulled the cum out of my balls, gulping it down like he’d been starving for it. Then he slumped against my legs and gently suckled on my cockhead with his eyes closed. I combed my fingers through his golden hair.
“Better?” I asked.
“Mmm. Yes. So much better. Thank you.”
“Anytime.” I winked, and he chuckled.
“I’m so horny. But we should probably wait for the heat wave.”
“Do you feel it coming already?”
“Yes and no. I’m all loose around my middle, slick as hell, and buzzing as if I’d had a couple of drinks. It’s nice.” He smiled at me, nuzzling my softening shaft. “But I don’t feel any of the acute symptoms yet. Honestly, it could come the next hour or late in the evening. I really don’t know.”
“Do you need to know? I’m almost done here. Then we can just relax.”
“Okay.” He kissed my cockhead, and I returned my gaze to the laptop screen.
“Stay where you are, omega,” I said.
Leo hummed with contentment and laid his head over my exposed groin, hugging my hips.
I answered the last couple of emails and set the automatic reply. Then I messaged Lawrence I was logging off for the day. For the entire time, Leo kneeled by my feet, his head in my lap, eyes closed.
When I closed my laptop, he didn’t move.
“Are you comfortable down there?” I asked, not hiding my amusement.
“Very. This is my favorite thing in the world.” He licked my dick, gazing up at me, all pretty and coy. I could easily get hard again.
“I’m going to put your toy away for now, omega. You need to eat lunch.”
He pouted. “Can I eat a little more cum instead?”
Laughing, I batted his hands away and zipped myself up. Then I lifted him by his armpits and brought him to my lap. I tapped his nose with a fingertip.
“Not even a filthy nympho like you can live only on cum.”
“How do you know? I could try.”
“Hush, my little slut.”
Leo groaned, squirming against me. I roped my arms around him and squeezed him tight. Burying my face in the crook of his neck, I inhaled deeply. A full-body shudder ran through me.
“Darling, I’m no expert, but judging by the way you smell, we don’t have much time. A proper meal. You’ll need it.”
He sighed. “Okay.”
As we prepared the food and ate, Leo kept sending me hungry looks. I could see the heat taking over his body and mind, peeling away his restraint and humanity. As soon as we’d eaten, he was on me again, straddling my hips and kissing and licking my neck.
“I won’t fuck you until you’re in heat, love.”
His frustrated groan sounded painful. He was hard, and his slick had seeped through his sweats. I palmed the wet spot on his ass.
“You’re such a filthy mess.”
Clutching my neck, Leo humped me through our clothes, moaning with need.
“I’m so turned on. Please.”
“Do you feel a heat wave coming, omega?”
“No,” he whined.
“Get off me. On the floor.”
He obeyed with a whimper. Panting, he knelt in front of me, his T-shirt adorned with wet patches over his nipples. His cock tented his sweats.
“Strip.”
He was lightning fast. In two seconds, he was naked, his clothes thrown under the kitchen table.
“Get yourself off however you want but don’t touch me.”
In the middle of my kitchen, Leo knelt with his legs spread and furiously fingered himself while pulling on the piercing in his cock.
His hand looked to be cramping up with how fast and hard he jabbed his fingers into his hole.
With his back curved beautifully, ass pushed out, he writhed and shook, and his fingers made lewd smacking sounds inside his hole.
I stood and walked around, looking my fill.
I grew painfully hard, of course, but I could wait.
He was gorgeous, like always, but the desperation of his act made him look less human than ever.
“C’mon. I want to see you come.”
He wailed, arching, and his nipples released drops of lover’s milk.
Breathtaking. He worked his hand against his hole, driving his fingers in as deep as he could.
I could almost feel his frustration because it wasn’t enough for him.
Faster and faster, he shoved his fingers inside, his arm bent at an awkward angle, while he jerked his cock with his other hand.
His grunts got deeper, his face scrunched up, and he threw his head back.
Finally, the first splash of cum flew out of his cock in an arch and splattered on the tiled floor.
Leo cried out, grinding on his hand, as his cock pulsed and spat a few more drops. Lover’s milk ran down his torso in rivulets. He shivered, looking up at me needily.
“Good boy. You came beautifully,” I said, and he smiled with relief.
I handed him a few paper towels from the kitchen table.
“Clean up the mess, omega.”
Still naked, on his hands and knees, Leo wiped the cum and slick off the floor. Then he threw the paper towels in the trash. He collected his clothes and, holding them in his arms, he paused in front of me.
“What do you want me to do now, Master?”
“Go shower and then join me in the living room. Stay naked.”
“Yes, Master.”
I watched his sweet ass as he left the kitchen, his crease wet. Inhaling deeply, I savored the scent of Leo’s fresh release.
I’d acted detached but ached all over, acutely aware of my half-swollen knot. I needed the heat wave to come already.
Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long. We cuddled on the sofa in the living room, me fully dressed and Leo gloriously naked.
He seemed comfortable with the setup and fell asleep in my arms. I covered him with a blanket and let my mind drift as he napped.
For the next six days, I wouldn’t worry about anything but Leo’s pleasure.
I forbade myself from analyzing any possible futures, guessing Altera’s plans, or worrying about work.
I would exist only for my mate. He deserved nothing less.
When he woke up, I made him drink water, and he excused himself to go to the bathroom.
He returned a few minutes later, his eyes wide and hands quivering by his sides. His cock was rock-hard.
“Davidson.”
It was in the way he said my name. I knew instantly.
Scooping him up, I rushed to the bedroom. He looped his arms around my neck and panted against my throat as I took the stairs three at a time.
“Oh God.”
“I’ve got you.”
“It’s fast. It’s never been this fast.”
“It’s okay, love. Almost there.”
We didn’t have time for anything extra, no teasing, no role-playing. As soon as I laid him on the bed, he grabbed his legs under his knees, presenting me with his ass.
His pucker was swollen like full lips, sticking out of his crease lewdly, clear oily liquid coating it. It dilated in front of my eyes.
“Fuck, omega, your ass looks like a hungry mouth.” I tore at my clothes hastily, and Leo whined.
I had to taste him first. I just had to.