Chapter 87: It’s my business

I dug my fingernails deep into the palms of my hands, doing my absolute, desperate best not to give in.

My legs felt weak, a dangerous, familiar ache settling deep in my lower belly, begging me to move forward, to drop to my knees on the tile, or to just take his hands away and take his cock into my own mouth.

​"Evans..." Reid rasped, his breathing turning ragged, his strokes turning fast and punishing as he watched the frantic rise and fall of my chest. "You’re... fucking killing me..."

​His hand became even faster, the loud wet sound was heavy against the silence of the bathroom.

He leaned his head back against the wall behind the toilet, his throat exposed and flushing dark red, but his blown-out eyes remained locked onto me like a predator mapping out its prey.

The scent of frozen pine spiked violently, so thick I could practically taste it on the back of my tongue.

​I forced my jaw to lock, squeezing my eyes shut for a brief second to block out the sight before I completely lost my mind and ruined everything.

I had to fight my own body, suppressing the desperate, hungry urge to surrender to my Alpha, while the heavy sound of his hand slicking against his cock echoed torturously against the bathroom tiles.

​A sudden, sharp gasp tore from Reid’s throat, followed by a low, undone moan that rattled through his chest.

"Evans," he grunted my name and I opened my eyes just in time to see his entire frame shudder, his muscles locking tight as he released, thick white semen spurting past his fingers and splattering heavily across the tile floor between us.

​He panted heavily, his shoulders slumping as the tension finally drained from his body.

His hand slid away, leaving him spent, dripping, and thoroughly satisfied. He slowly lifted his gaze to mine, a lazy, heavy-lidded smirk returning to his face despite his ragged breathing.

​"See, Cap?" he whispered, his voice incredibly deep and gravelly as he swiped a thumb across his bottom lip. "Told you it’d be quicker if you watched."

I was equally heaving, as if I had been the one to have a climax just now. But worse than that, I was just as hard.

I turned my face away and planned to leave before he realized it but he had already seen the tightness in my pants.

"Hold on, Cap," he grabbed my hand with his clean hand, the one he had used to swipe his bottom up and said, "I see what you got there."

"Let go," I said. "It’s my business." I tried to break free from his hold but he was just so strong.

"Nah-ah, cap. You watched me jerk off. Now, it’s my time to watch you." he snarled.

"Are you crazy? You’re the one who said you needed me to watch so you could cum," I gritted my teeth.

"And you enjoyed it. You were licking your lips the whole time, weren’t ya?"

​My heart stopped. A cold, electric shock of pure humiliation raced down my spine, instantly clashing with the pulsing dick stretching in my pants.

I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. I wanted to rip my hand out of his grip and slam the bathroom door behind me, but his fingers were locked around my wrist like a titanium shackle.

​"Shut the fuck up," I spat, my voice cracking slightly under the weight of my own desperation.

I refused to look at him, keeping my eyes fixed on the corner of the sink, but my body was betraying me in real-time.

The front of my pants was so tight it was painful, and he was trying to push me off the edge so badly.

​Reid let out a low, dark chuckle, the sound vibrating through the small, steam-logged bathroom. He didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled slightly, guiding me a step closer to where he sat on the toilet seat.

​"Come on, Cap," he rumbled, his voice dropping into that smooth, gravelly register that made my knees feel like water. "Don’t be a hypocrite. You’re practically bursting out of your trousers. Undo the button. Let me look at you."

​"I said no, McCoy," I gritted out through my teeth, finally snapping my head around to glare at him. My face was burning a violent, deep crimson. "I’m the Captain. I’m your superior on the ice, and I’m not playing into whatever sick, perverted fantasy you have running through your head right now."

​"We aren’t on the ice, Evans," Reid whispered, his smoky eyes darkening as they dropped down to the heavy ridge in my pants, tracking the slight, involuntary twitch against the fabric.

His hand slowly slid up from my wrist, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of my forearm, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "And right now, you don’t look like a captain. You look like an Omega who needs to be taken care of."

​I pulled back hard, my breath hitching in my throat as his fingers touched the waistband of my trousers. Every single alarm bell in my head was screaming at me to fight, but the suffocating scent of his frozen pine pheromones was making it impossible to think straight.

I was standing right in the middle of his territory, hard, aching, and completely exposed.

"Like I said, Cap. Just let loose," Reid murmured, his fingers hooking slightly into the belt loop of my pants, anchoring me right where he wanted me. "Your pride won’t get you to cum to your satisfaction."

​"I can cum on my own," I hissed, my voice shaking as I exerted every ounce of my fading willpower to resist the pull of his scent. "Without you looking at me."

​"Nah," Reid rumbled, that lazy, insufferable smirk spreading across his lips as his smoky grey eyes tracked the frantic pulse hammering in my throat. He gave a small, deliberate tug on my belt loop, bringing my aching front inches away from his face. "It’s more fun if someone’s watching."

​"Pervert," I choked out, the word losing all its venom as his thumb casually brushed against the hard ridge of my zipper, sending a violent shudder straight to my core.

At this rate, I fear he might end up not just watching but actually taking control.