Chapter 4 Milking #2
Mathlin darted out from under him. He grabbed some tissues and the collection vial. Then he squeezed back into the tiny space between Titan and the wall, gently wiping the lube off Titan’s tip. He fitted that blunt head into the vial. “Now you can come.”
Titan snorted. “Are you giving me permission?”
“No, I meant that I’m now ready for your cum. You can come... inside.”
Titan made a choked sound. Then he groaned, his cock jerking as thick white splashes filled the vial.
There was so much of it. Mathlin watched hungrily, trying not to drool. Titan’s face was all scrunched up, his chest heaving, his snarls wolfish. The fluid level drew dangerously close to the brim.
Titan hadn’t stopped coming.
“Wait!” Mathlin said again.
“C-can’t stop,” Titan panted.
Mathlin slipped out from under him, carefully setting the vial on the desk. He grabbed a new one and hurriedly unscrewed it, before squeezing back under Titan. When Mathlin grasped Titan’s swelling knot, the alpha roared. More cum shot out.
Mathlin could only squirm, watching as Titan filled the second vial. His spurts slowed down, his eyes rolling back when Mathlin massaged his knot. His hips snapped forward as though seeking an omega to breed.
The second vial overflowed, cum dripping down Mathlin’s fingers. Mathlin grew hotter between his legs. Gods, he wanted a taste of that cum. It was warm and musky, and Titan smelled like wolf all around him.
But Mathlin wasn’t supposed to consume any of his boss’ cum. He wasn’t allowed.
Maybe, if he went to the restroom to wash his hands... maybe he could sneak a taste then?
He bit his lip, holding Titan’s knot until Titan calmed down.
“Fuck,” the alpha hissed. “It’s never felt this good.”
Mathlin barely swallowed his moan. “Really?”
“Yeah. S-something about you...” Titan caught his breath, pressing his forehead against the wall. “Made me come like I’d never come before.”
Mathlin blushed. He squeezed out from under Titan and carefully poured some of the cum from the overflowing vial into the almost-full vial. He wiped them down with wet wipes, and screwed the lids back on. “How do I seal them?”
“Break the plastic tab after the lids are on. Store them in the travel case by the door.” Titan breathed out. “I’ve never come enough to fill two of those before.”
“Is that because I held your knot?”
Titan wet his lips. “It might’ve been because you’re here. My body knew to prepare for an omega. When you massaged my balls, when you milked me and squeezed my knot, my body might’ve been trying to br—”
Titan cut himself off, his face turning red. But it was obvious what he had been thinking.
My body might’ve been trying to breed you.
Mathlin sealed the vials, his face burning. He returned to Titan with some wet wipes and gently cleaned his cock, trying to ignore the way the wipes dragged over every vein. If only I could use my tongue...
Luckily, that thought didn’t fall out of his mouth.
When Titan was clean, Mathlin tugged the sweatpants back up over his still-hard cock. “There. I’ll, uh, go wash my hands.”
“Yeah. Thanks. Restroom’s right across the hallway.”
Mathlin slipped into the restroom and locked the door.
The moment he was truly alone, he buried his nose in his cum-smeared hands and breathed in deeply, dragging his tongue over the patches of white.
Titan’s cum was musky, bitter-salty, and it made him throb.
He shoved one hand down the front of his pants, gripping his cock.
The other hand went down the crack of his ass, fingers pushing into his drenched hole—still covered in cum.
Mathlin wasn’t in heat, so the chances of him conceiving were slim to none. He stuffed his fingers into himself and pretended they were Titan’s, a soft whine falling out of him.
This wasn’t his favorite position. He couldn’t reach his prostate from this angle.
But the thought of that heavy cock stretching him open—that was enough to make his toes curl.
He wobbled over to the toilet and came into it, wishing Titan was holding him down, those sharp teeth hovering over his throat.
Titan would stretch him so well. He would fuck Mathlin until Mathlin’s hole gaped, and he would flood Mathlin’s ass with so much cum.
Mathlin shuddered, pushing more fingers into himself.
He had traces of Titan’s cum inside him.
That was so wrong; Titan hadn’t given him permission.
But it was so hot to have his boss’ cum smeared all over his hole.
If Titan held Mathlin’s cheeks spread and plowed him open.
.. Mathlin came again, biting off his moan.
He had to sit on the toilet right after because he was so weak and shaky, his body oversensitive.
When he could finally stand, he scrubbed his hands clean. He wiped himself down with wet tissues and hoped Titan would think the scent of his cum came from Mathlin’s hands, and nowhere else.
Mathlin dried himself off. He gingerly opened the restroom door and poked his head out. “You didn’t hear anything, right?”
Titan looked up from where he was seated behind his desk, his gaze dark. “You mean the moaning?”