Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
The image of Hugh’s thick, long cock flashed to the forefront of Eric’s mind, obscene in all its lurid detail. There was no confusion about what his body wanted. Fuck, he was aching between his legs. Aching and slick. Drenched.
Eric groaned into Hugh’s neck miserably. “I can’t go back there like this,” he mumbled, mortified. “I’m leaking. They’ll all smell it, and it’ll only confirm the nasty rumors.”
After a long moment, Hugh said, “Go to the restroom and take care of it.”
Reluctantly pulling away from him, Eric nodded and went into the adjoined bathroom, unable to meet the alpha’s eyes.
His fingers were unsteady as he unzipped and pulled his pants down. Leaning against the sink with one hand, he stroked his stiff cock furiously, trying to get some relief.
But it didn’t work. Just like before his heat, he was unable to come, his pleasure plateauing at an incredible level. Eric whined, stroking himself faster and harder, tears of frustration falling down his cheeks. He was hurting himself, his cock dark red and irritated from the rough handling, but he couldn’t stop. He wanted to come. He needed to come, damn it!
It didn’t work.
With a groan of frustration, he took his hand off his abused cock and shoved two fingers into his drenched hole. He moaned, squeezing around them greedily. Yes, yes, like this.
He fucked himself on his fingers, rough and hard—except the pleasure wasn’t going anywhere.
Eric was crying now, his face as wet as his hole. He felt so fucking empty despite having three fingers inside him. It just wasn’t enough. “Hugh,” he whispered hoarsely before breaking into frustrated sobs.
He wasn’t sure how long he had been crying when strong arms wrapped around him, the familiar alpha scent hitting his nostrils.
“Shh, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” Hugh murmured into his ear, bringing his wrist to Eric’s face. “Scent me. It should help you come.”
Eric buried his face in Hugh’s palm, moaning into it and kissing it all over as he fucked himself with his fingers. But his hand was tired—the angle was awkward—and Hugh was there anyway, Hugh could take care of him. “My wrist hurts,” he whispered, meeting Hugh’s eyes in the mirror. “Can you…?”
Hugh’s jaw worked for a moment before he gave a clipped nod. Keeping his hand on Eric’s mouth, he replaced Eric’s fingers with his other hand. Eric gasped into Hugh’s palm as two thick fingers breached him. They were so much bigger than his own, and they felt so good, but…
“More,” Eric said, panting.
Hugh gave him another finger, and Eric let out a long, shameless moan. Fuck, so fucking good. The fullness, the stretch was delicious, and when Hugh’s fingers started pumping in and out of him, Eric absolutely lost it. He moaned so loudly that Hugh had to press his hand tightly against his mouth to muffle his noises, and for some reason, that only turned Eric on more.
Part of him couldn’t believe the omega in the mirror was him: bent over the sink in a semi-public bathroom, with his pants around his ankles, moaning like a slut, as a tall, fully dressed alpha fucked him with his fingers and crushed his mouth with his other hand. There was something beyond obscene about this: about this stony-faced mature alpha watching him intently as Eric panted and moaned into his hand, his hole leaking and squeezing around the fingers thrusting into him. The contrast between his wrecked, blissed-out state and Hugh’s immaculate, in-control self was positively filthy. It humiliated Eric, but at the same time, it aroused him beyond belief.
For a brief, delirious moment, he imagined Hugh unzipping his pants, pulling out his big alpha cock, and slamming into him. The mere idea was enough to push him over the edge, his loud groan muffled by Hugh’s hand.
Eric sagged back against the alpha’s chest, his mind empty and his body finally satisfied. He was only vaguely aware of the strong hands gently wiping the slick off his thighs with paper towels and then fixing his clothes.
By the time Eric finally managed to open his eyes, he was fully dressed and propped up against the wall. Hugh was washing his hands, his back to him.
Eric looked at the door, looked back at Hugh, and said, “Okay, this is mortifying.”
Hugh chuckled. “If it makes you feel better, this doesn’t even make Top 10 most awkward moments in my life.”
“What’s the most awkward one?”
“Probably the time I woke up mated to the omega my brother was in love with.”
His mouth falling open, Eric could only stare at him. “You win—that does sound super awkward.” He hesitated before asking softly, “Did you not like your mate at all?”
Hugh turned around and looked at him steadily, a deep furrow between his brows. “I liked her—as a casual friend. But I had no feelings toward her. She and my brother were in love with each other practically since they were toddlers. Everyone expected them to become mates once they presented. But Frederick—my brother—unexpectedly presented as an omega.”