Chapter 109: Reid was giving me a blowjob

​My breath hitched as his hand moved, bypassing my tight grip on my sweatpants. Slowly and confidently, his fingers hooked into the elastic waistband of my briefs, sliding past the cotton to touch the bare, heated skin of my hip.

​"Reid, stop," I hissed, finally snapping my head around to glare at him.

​He didn’t blink. His grey eyes were almost completely black in the shadows, the silver flecks totally swallowed by a heavy, volatile hunger. "You’ve been doing all the work all this time, Evans," he whispered, his large hands fixed my thighs with an unyielding, steady weight. "Let me do it this time."

​Before I could use my leverage to break away, he rose from his position and dropped to his knees right between my legs.

​My heart hammered against my ribs, shock shattering my cold front. Since this entire catastrophe had started, the dynamic had been fixed: I was the one giving, the one submitting, the one being used to satisfy his erratic, possessive whims.

I had been the one spreading my legs, taking him. I had always been the one on my knees. Begging.

But looking down at him now—at the broad expanse of his bare shoulders bowed between my knees, completely discarding his arrogance and pride for something terrifyingly focused—the reality of the situation dawned on me.

​Reid was changing. The kid was evolving right in front of me, learning exactly how to handle an Omega—his Omega—how to consume me completely but in a gentle way.

​When he reached down and pushed my sweatpants and briefs out of the way, the cool air of the room hit my thighs and dick, making it more rigid than it already was. But it was only for a mere fraction of a second before the intense, suffocating heat of his mouth replaced it.

​A ragged, choked sound escaped my throat, my hands instantly flying backward to grip the heavy leather of the couch behind me for support.

Reid was giving me a blowjob.

It was completely different from when he used his hand or when I used my own hands. It was different from when it rubbed against the fabric of my pants or the fabric of the sheets.

The sheer physical overload of having an Alpha handle me like this—after so many days of psychological warfare and pure exhaustion—completely paralyzed my defenses.

His tongue swirling around the head of my dick, his wet lips wrapped around the skin and his hot breath fanning down was intense, hot, and entirely too thorough, driving a soaring heat straight to the center of my stomach.

​I stared up at the ceiling, my fingers digging into the leather until my nails turned white, the wet, lewd sounds from the television completely drowning out as Reid kept at it, sucking me like a pro.

"You like this, don’t you, Cap?" He asked, his teeth grazing my cock and my body shuddered.

"Don’t... don’t talk with it in your mouth." I breathed, gritting my teeth as I tried to focus but I couldn’t even think properly.

My head was spinning as I stared up at the ceiling, my fingers digging harder into the leather.

​This was completely different from anything before.

This wasn’t the loud, demanding Alpha who had spent the last couple of days pinning me down.

There was a quiet, intense focus to the way his mouth moved over my dick. He wasn’t forcing anything, and that gentle approach felt a hundred times more dangerous.

​He was treating me like I actually belonged to him.

"Yes, baby, right there... Fuck... Pound my hole harder."

​The low, explicit moans from the television kept playing in the background, but they felt miles away now, drowned out by the heavy sound of Reid’s breathing between my thighs.

​When his tongue swirled around the sensitive head of my dick again, a sharp, electric heat shot straight to my stomach.

My hips twitched involuntarily against the floor. A low, broken sound caught in the back of my throat, and I bit my lip hard to keep it from escaping. If I made noise, it meant I liked it. And it would feed his ego. I didn’t want him to know that I liked it. It felt so good.

​But Reid already knew. His large hands slid up from my thighs, his palms flattening against my hips to hold me steady. He wasn’t locking me down with brute force, just a firm, warm weight that kept me from pulling away.

​Then he took my dick deeper. His wet lips wrapped tightly around the base of my dick, the heat and suction from his throat creating an intense, building ache that made my legs tremble.

It felt like the warm air in the room was melting right through me, dissolving the cold distance I had tried so hard to keep between us.

​My breath came in short, ragged gasps.

Fuck, how am I supposed to walk away from this? He was learning exactly how to undo me, rewriting the rules of our dynamic right here on the floor and he was grinning while he was at it.

And then, the feeling for my climax began to build, a heavy, unavoidable heat gathering thick in my lower stomach, making my dick feel hotter than it already did in Reid’s mouth.

The friction was entirely too much, entirely too perfect.

​"R-Reid, take it out, that’s enough," I choked out. My words trembled, and the vulnerability in my tone gave him the exact reason not to stop.

​He didn’t pull away. Instead, he looked up through his lashes, his grey eyes darkened with a heavy, satisfied pleasure.

​"You cumming?" he asked. His voice was muffled since my dick was deep inside his throat, and the deep rumble of his voice vibrating directly against the sensitive head of my dick made me tremble even more.

The sheer physical sensation of his vocal cords shaking against me sent a violent jolt right up my spine.

​I didn’t want to do it inside his mouth. If I came in his mouth, I wouldn’t just be feeding him my semen, but I would be feeding his ego.

​"Reid... step away," I gasped, finally bringing my hand down from the leather couch to grip his blonde hair. I didn’t pull hard enough to hurt his scalp, but my fingers tangled tightly in the strands, desperate to create some kind of distance. "Stop."