Drew stirred at last, tugging gently on my wrist to remove my hand from his softening cock. He set my hand on my leg, and then after a moment he let go—slowly, as if he didn't quite want to.
I realised then that I hadn't even looked to see if he'd…knotted? I wasn't sure about the terminology. Turning my head just enough to peek, I opened my eyes.
No, his cock looked exactly the same. Huh. Had my hand job not been good enough?
"No knot," I said without thinking.
Drew went rigid under me again, all his muscles tensing.
"No knot," he repeated slowly. "Were you expecting one? Ash, look at me."
Oh, God. I couldn't possibly look him in the eye and talk about his cock, could I?
Apparently, I had to, because Drew carefully took my chin in his fingers and tipped my head up.
His eyes had lost their glow—and they'd lost that crazed look they'd had, too. He seemed to be mostly himself again, even if his flushed cheeks contrasted oddly with his
too-serious expression. "Ash?"
