Asher seemed to be doing it absently, long fingers slipping past the tight band of his thigh-highs, short nails scratching lightly on his skin.
Caspian tried not to get hard, because he knew Asher would smell it on him and that would be troublesome. Squirming from the feather-light touches on his skin.
Asher was hyper-aware of what he was doing, his self-control on a tight leash. As much as he enjoyed Caspian slowly getting breathless and the Omega’s scent getting sweeter, he was also greatly affected.
So against what he wanted, he stopped teasing him, keeping a possessive hold on that slender waist as he tried to drift off to sleep.
Asher wanted nothing more than to claim every inch of the Omega’s body but that would end the game far too quickly. Plus the sight of the soft swell of his hips in a dainty skirt was one he wanted to keep seeing.
Caspian took a couple of deep breaths and expelled them, his heart raced and his blood pulsed underneath his heated skin, it was difficult not to squirm.
He couldn’t say how he managed to fall asleep but he was sure that it had a lot to do with Asher’s scent.
Falling asleep hadn’t come easy, and he had spent a good part of the night just listening to the Alpha breathe.
With how long it took him to finally fall asleep, it was no surprise that he slept in, soft rays of sunlight rousing him from sleep.
Caspian started as soon as he was awake, only relaxing when he realized he was all alone in bed, lying under the covers.
His relief was short-lived, however, his bottom half was in discomfort, his neck tingling.
He was hard and leaking slick, and he was going to blame Asher for it. Caspian never focused much on pleasure before, having far more important problems.
But now that he was made constantly aware of it, his body was getting with the program.
It meant that he was left aching and wanting first thing after waking up, with nothing but Asher’s fading scent and warm sunlight for company.
Caspian groaned softly and reluctantly left the comfort of the bed, he would hate to get it messy - he didn’t care too much about the carpet.
It wasn’t until he was on his knees on the carpet that he realized his top was gone, leaving him in the bralette he had worn underneath it.
Caspian should be worried about his secret being found out but all he could focus on was the memory of Asher’s hands on him.
He was a little drunk with pleasure as he reached for himself, moving his panties to the side as shuddered in relief, stroking his leaking cock experimentally.
His thighs were tightly squeezed together as more slick spilled past his wet hole, a soft gasp leaving his lips.
This was probably a bad idea, actually. scratch that, this was definitely a bad idea.
But he needed release and rubbing his cock wasn’t enough... Caspian slowed down and stared at the bed he just deserted through teary eyes.
He got up and got back on it like it physically pulled him in, Asher’s scent washing over him as he laid face down, his knees tucked under him so he could reach out to pleasure himself.
After a few more strokes, thighs trembling and stained with slick, Caspian finally gave in and reached his second hand behind him.
He had never tried finger fucking himself before, he never needed to but after a couple days with Asher that had changed.
Caspian wished he could be mad at the Alpha but all he wanted then was his long fingers in him. He impatiently pulled down the sopping wet string of lace, small slender fingers prodding his hole.
He got a finger in fairly easy, trying to muffle the sounds he made in Asher’s pillow. He was too distracted by the pleasure of his hole to keep stroking himself, impatiently getting another finger in.
His weren’t nearly long enough, slick spilling out as he thrust them in deeper. The sudden thought of Asher’s ringed fingers replacing his made his hips seize and stutter, his cry of the Alpha’s name muffled as his neglected cock spilled against the sheets.
Caspian fell to the side so he wouldn’t make things messier than they already were. The haze of pleasure he was basking in wasn’t nearly enough to distract him from what he had just done, and the fact that he had been fantasizing about Asher while doing it.
He managed to get the sheets fairly clean before going to wash off the slick and cum from his cooling body. Well, aware that the maids changed the sheets daily.
The shower helped him organize his thoughts a bit, and now that he was no longer thinking with a pleasure-muddled brain, he could try to put things in order.
Asher had been gone before he woke up, it could only mean that the Alpha had to leave for work, which was a relief because Caspian didn’t know what he would have done with himself if he had woken up in that state to find Asher right beside him.
Hopefully, the Mafia King would be too busy to pay attention to him for a while. At least, long enough for Caspian to sort out his conflicting feelings about the Alpha.
At this rate, it would be better for him to reveal his secret and be done with the lies because he would stand to lose more than he already did if he fell in love with Asher.
Caspian slowly closed his eyes to the warm spray of water, his tears a trail of lava down his pink-tinged cheeks.
What was wrong with him? Was he really that touch-starved?
He needed to pull himself together, he didn’t need an Alpha. What he needed was to regain control of his life again, and that wouldn’t happen until he was completely free of Asher.