Chapter 88: He’s staring way too much

​The heavy, possessive atmosphere of the bathroom was completely erasing the lines between captain and rookie, Alpha and Omega. Every instinct told me that if I cracked even a fraction more, Reid wouldn’t just sit back and observe; he would reach out, take the reins, and utterly consume me right here on the tile floor.

​"You’re shaking, Cap," Reid whispered, his deep voice cutting through my spiraling thoughts as his thumb dragged lazily across the taut fabric of my zipper once more.

The heat radiating from his large frame was suffocating, and the sheer dominance bleeding from his smoky grey eyes made it clear he was just waiting for me to snap. "Just let go. No one else is here. Just you, me, and how fucking good this is going to feel."

​I swallowed hard, my chest heaving as I forced my weak legs to anchor into the ground. If I surrendered now, if I allowed him to strip away the final barrier of my pride, I would never get the upper hand again. He would know exactly how to make me bend.

Gathering the very last drop of my captain’s resolve, I slapped his hand away from my waistband, the sharp crack echoing against the subway tiles.

​"Fine," I breathed, the word a raspy surrender that felt heavy in my throat.

​But I didn’t run. Running would mean showing him how utterly terrified I was of my own body’s reactions and he would try to push my buttons over and over.

Instead, I took two deliberate steps backward, firmly planting my feet on the dry tiles well out of his reach while he was sitting on the toilet seat.

My hands were trembling so violently I could barely manage the button and the zipper of my trousers, but I forced them down, freeing my own hard, aching dick.

​Reid’s breath hitched. The lazy, mocking smirk vanished from his face instantly, replaced by a sudden, predatory stillness as his smoky grey eyes locked onto me, tracking the movement of my hand as I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and began to stroke.

​If he was going to force me to do this, I was going to do it on my terms. I wasn’t going to let him touch me. I wasn’t going to let him take control and make me dissolve entirely.

​But the moment I started moving my hand, a sharp, ragged gasp tore out of my own throat.

It felt entirely too intense. The thick, suffocating cloud of his frozen pine pheromones was still swirling around us, invading my senses, and watching his dark, blown-out eyes trace every upward slide of my palm only made my blood run hot like liquid fire.

My knees shook, a deep, helpless whine echoing in the back of my mind as my inner Omega absolutely thrived under his intense, heavy gaze.

​"Fuck, Cap..." Reid growled out, his voice dropping into a deep, completely undone vibration. His hand gripped the edges of the porcelain toilet seat, his knuckles turning white as he braced himself, his chest heaving as he watched me. "Look at you. You’re so fucking responsive."

​I bared my teeth, my head tilting back against the wall as my strokes turned faster, desperate to cum already and escape this suffocating tension.

I kept my eyes open, staring right back into his dark, hungry gaze, letting him see exactly what he was doing to me, even as I fought with everything I had to keep my distance.

He’s staring way too much, I thought, my mind fracturing under the weight of his gaze.

​It wasn’t just that he was looking; he was devouring me with his eyes. Every time my palm slid up to the sensitive section of my shaft, his pupils would contract, his jaw shifting as if he could feel the exact friction of my skin against my own hand.

It felt completely invasive, like he was reaching inside my chest and pulling out every hidden, shameful secret I had spent years burying behind my cold, untouchable captain’s persona.

​My breath hitched, a pathetic, trembling gasp escaping my wet lips as the pace of my hand turned frantic. The friction was becoming too much, the heat pooling in my lower belly turning into a tight, agonizing coil that demanded release.

​"Don’t close your eyes, Evans," Reid commanded, his voice dropping into a rough, dominant growl that vibrated straight through the floor tiles and up my shaky legs. "Keep looking at me. Let me see how you melt."

​I wanted to curse him. I wanted to tell him to go to hell. But my throat was completely parched, locked tight by the overwhelming, primal surge of my own arousal.

My inner Omega was practically begging to bridge those two short steps between us, to throw away the final shred of my dignity and collapse right into his lap so he could hold me while I broke.

​Instead, I dug my heels into the floor, keeping my back rigidly pinned against the far wall as I pulled my hand faster, chasing the edge with a desperate, suffocating focus.

​"Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this," Reid rasped, a dark, heavy chuckle tearing from his chest as his eyes tracked the erratic bounce of my hard length.

He was leaning so far forward his chest was nearly touching his knees, his entire frame vibrating with a volatile, restless energy that told me he was taking everything he had not to reach out and grab me.

​And then, the heat in my belly finally snapped.

​A sharp, breathless cry broke from my throat as my vision blurred into a hazy, spinning white. My entire body locked up, my toes curling against the cold tiles as a heavy, thick wave of semen spurted past my fingers, splattering onto the floor right beside his own pool of release.

My chest heaved violently as the intense, throbbing pleasure ripped through me, leaving my knees so weak I had to slide my back down the wall just to keep from collapsing entirely.

​I sat there on the floor, panting, my head resting back against the drywall as the steam slowly began to dissipate around us. The overwhelming scent of frozen pine felt heavier now, wrapping around my spent body like a thick, possessive blanket.

​Through my blurry, heavy eyelashes, I looked up.

​Reid was still sitting on the toilet seat, his breathing just as ragged as mine, a dark, thoroughly satisfied smirk plastered across his flushed face as he stared down at my ruined, trembling form.

​"See, Cap?" he whispered, his voice incredibly deep, dropping into a lazy, victorious rumble. "I told you it’d feel a hell of a lot better if you just let loose."

Shut up, asshole.