This is not about you.
Jamue shook his head and focused on his alpha.
“Is this enough for you?” he asked.
“No,” Hym said. “But it’s good. I feel good inside. The yearning that usually drives me up the wall is gone. I’m calm and not going crazy. Now, I wish I could turn around and give you want you need. You’re dripping. I can scent how wet you are for me.”
What?
Jamue closed his eyes. “Hym.”
“I know. I won’t touch you. I’m glad my heat is in three days. We can let off some steam. I know I need it,” he said.
“You can’t…you can’t touch me, remember? If you do…”
“Our deal is off. I have a plan,” Hym looked over his shoulder, a heart-stopping smile pulling at his lips. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll keep my promise. I won’t lay a finger on you. But I hope you’ll be able to feel me…feel my cock.” Hym turned to the wall and hummed. The sound reverberated through him, climbing up his arm, pinching his nipples to settle between his legs. His already hard cock throbbed harder.
Fuck.
He was already making him feel.
They stood like that for a while, until Hym was calm enough to move away from him.
He stared at him – desire turning his eyes dark - before he walked to the door.
“Thank you for tonight,” he said and walked out. Jamue watched him leave.
His body tingled and burned.
Oh fuck… oh fuck…oh fuck….
He rushed to the bed, pulling his clothes off. He needed…he groaned as he dropped onto the bed on his knees. He ran his hands down his chest, pinching his achy nipples - hard.
They were so sensitive. He moaned into the fluffy pillow reaching behind him with his other hand.
He shoved two fingers into his sopping hole, arching his back as his whole body trembled. But he still felt empty – he always felt empty no matter how hard or how deep he stuffed his pleasuring bots into his hole. He was never satisfied. His heats were torture. He’d never been able to satisfy himself. He always felt like something was missing. His body craved something else.
This is enough, this is enough, he told himself as he fucked himself with his fingers.
But it wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough.
He needed something big and hard – he needed his cock.
Jamue whimpered as he remembered the thickness he’d rubbed against him the first time they met.
He was big…his alpha had a big cock – it would probably stretch him so good.
Jamue whimpered into the pillow.
He shoved a third finger inside him. The position made it awkward. He couldn't shove his fingers deep enough.
He fucked himself harder, his hole tightening around his fingers.
Almost there, he reached for his cock, and stroked. His orgasm tingled down his spine. A pulsating ache started deep inside him. Jamue wiggled, meeting his every thrust.
Please, he whimpered into the pillow, wishing he would just come…this time.
But as always, his arousal petered out, leaving him cold and dissatisfied. He pulled his fingers out of his hole, disappointed with himself. He’d thought this time…