Chapter 8 A New And Improved Milking
A NEW AND IMPROVED MILKING
“Three times?!” Mathlin squeaked, trying to tear his gaze away from Titan’s bulge. “How? Also, I can’t look away from your bulge. I think it cursed me with an eyeball-locking spell.”
Titan snorted. “That must be a powerful spell, considering I had no hand in it.”
Mathlin burst out laughing. “Was that pun intended?”
“Absolutely.” Titan grinned. “Now, get three empty vials, and let’s see how well this round of milking goes.”
Tingles bloomed between Mathlin’s legs as he reached into the box of spelled vials. Titan’s gaze was intent on him; it drifted from the top of his head down his back, to his hips and thighs. Then it returned to his ass, lingering there.
Did Titan want to grab his ass? Would the alpha spread Mathlin’s cheeks to expose his hole?
“I wish your hands were working.” Mathlin squirmed. “But there’s still so much I have to do before that can happen.”
“Yeah? You want your job over with?”
“No! I just meant it would be nicer if your hands could, uh, do things.”
Titan studied him. Mathlin set the open vials on Titan’s desk and couldn’t meet his gaze.
“Where do you want my hands, Math?” Titan murmured.
Mathlin blushed deeply. “Anywhere you want them! We should, um, do the milking. Oh! What was your idea?”
“I was thinking... Earlier, your presence helped. And that was just with you touching my cock. If you sit on my lap while you stroke me, I think my body would produce more.”
Mathlin tried not to pant; those words sent heat pounding between his legs. “Y-yeah. We can do that.”
“You can keep your clothes on. I just need your weight on my lap. It might help if I bury my nose in your hair, to keep my lungs full of your scent.”
And now Mathlin’s underwear was drenched again.
Titan’s nose twitched. His gaze dropped to Mathlin’s hips; a growl rumbled out of him, low and satisfied.
It only made Mathlin leak more. Did Titan want to bend him over the desk? Did he want to finger Mathlin open and push his cock inside?
“It sucks when your hands don’t work,” Mathlin grumbled.
Titan’s smile grew. “Like you said, my mouth still works.”
Mathlin’s thoughts crashed together. “Um.”
“Milk me, Math. If you do a good job, maybe we can discuss an additional reward for you.”
Mathlin’s cock throbbed. “Okay,” he said breathlessly.
He palmed Titan’s bulge through his grey sweatpants. It was thick, hard, and it made his hole squeeze. Titan hissed and jerked his hips up; Mathlin continued to rub him slowly. He didn’t want to stop touching Titan’s cock. If he dragged this out, Titan wouldn’t mind, right?
Mathlin stroked him from base to tip, brushing Titan’s blunt cockhead lightly with his thumb.
“Get my pants off,” the alpha growled, his eyes flashing gold. “It feels better when it’s bare.”
Mathlin swallowed his moan.
“Back up a little. I’ll stand to make it easier for you.”
Mathlin obeyed. When Titan got to his feet, Mathlin slid down his sweatpants, only for the waistband to snag on his cock.
When Mathlin freed it, Titan’s pants fell with a rustle, pooling around his ankles.
It left his bottom half bare—lightly furred thighs, and a flushed, hard cock. Mathlin grew wetter.
“Now what?” he managed to say.
Titan sat back down. “Move the armrests out of the way. There’s a button on each side that lets them fold down.”
Mathlin lowered the armrests on the chair.
“Get on my lap, facing away from me. Keep your pants on.”
Mathlin almost whined. He wanted Titan’s cock inside him. But that was all the more reason to keep a physical barrier between them; Titan’s cum wasn’t for him. Other people had paid a lot for it.
The thing about climbing onto a huge alpha’s lap—backward!
—was that it made everything awkward. Mathlin stood on tiptoes and spread his legs, angling his ass up.
Titan’s breath hitched. He was looking, wasn’t he?
Mathlin swallowed, fitting Titan’s knee between his legs.
He wriggled backward onto Titan’s lap until he could swing his leg over Titan’s other thigh.
With his hands braced on Titan’s knees, he pushed himself further, until their hips were pressed flush together.
This trapped Titan’s cock between their bodies; it was a hot, heavy line against Mathlin’s ass.
“It’s so big,” he moaned.
“You’re doing great. Now, I want you to angle my cock down, between your legs,” Titan murmured. He sounded breathless.
Mathlin’s slick leaked out. “I gotta... move around to do that. Hang on.”
He gripped Titan’s knees and raised his own ass; it bumped against Titan’s chest.
The alpha grunted and said tightly, “I smell your slick. It’s all I can smell.”
Mathlin carefully ignored that. He reached down and grasped Titan’s cock—it jerked hungrily in his grip—and pointed it forward, lowering himself to trap it between his legs. His ass dragged down Titan’s abs.
“You’re leaving your slick all the way down my body,” Titan rasped.
Mathlin’s face burned. “I didn’t mean to!”
Instead of being mad, Titan throbbed in his hand.
Mathlin gulped and settled back against Titan’s hips, staring at the huge cock jutting up in front of him.
“It’s huge,” he whimpered. “It’s like one of those redwoods with all its branches cut off, and now it’s just a giant trunk of wood.
A very sexy hunk of wood. I bet the tree didn’t think it was going to be fucked when it grew into a big tree. Oh, gods! What am I saying?”
Titan coughed lightly. “Keep stroking, sweetheart. Squeeze me between your legs and run your fingers over my tip.”
Before Mathlin could contemplate that nickname, Titan hooked his chin over Mathlin’s shoulder to watch.
Mathlin’s face burned. Carefully, he grasped Titan with both hands and pumped him lightly.
“Yeah, fuck,” Titan groaned, precum trickling down his length. “Stroke me nice and slow. We’re not aiming to come yet. Just ramping up the cum production in my balls. Get them full and heavy.”
At the reminder, Mathlin reached down, scooping up Titan’s sac and massaging his balls. The alpha groaned, his chest heaving against Mathlin’s back.
“Fuck, your hands make my cock look big,” Titan hissed. His warm breath raked against Mathlin’s ear. “Get me rock-hard, ready to unload into an omega.”
Mathlin shuddered, his hole clenching. He pressed his thighs around Titan’s length and dragged his fingers over it, kneading the bundle of nerves at Titan’s tip. Titan tensed, hissing.
His cock looked delicious. Mathlin wanted to taste him so badly. He squeezed Titan again, only for the alpha to curse.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” Titan growled. “Making sure I have enough cum to fill yo—to fill that vial.”
Did he want to fill Mathlin? Mathlin whimpered, squirming harder.
“Math,” Titan hissed. “Did you know? I can feel how fucking wet you are. Your pants are soaked; you’re smearing slick all over me.”
“I-I...” Mathlin wet his lips, squirming harder. “I can’t suck it back into my hole!”
“It’s f-fine. Let it drip.” Titan buried his nose in Mathlin’s hair and huffed several times. Breathing him in.
Mathlin blushed. He slid his hand up the entire length of Titan’s cock, then down, leaving no inch neglected. He massaged Titan’s balls too, moaning when he felt how hot they were, heavy with cum.
He began to wriggle.
“Math,” Titan said, his voice strained. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure your body knows there’s an omega waiting for your c—Your, uh. I mean, the vials are waiting,” Mathlin squeaked. “Your body knows, right?” He wriggled again, tugging on Titan’s length.
Titan growled like a feral wolf. He tensed beneath Mathlin, his thighs flexing, his breaths coming faster. And his cock—it grew thicker in Mathlin’s fists, so big that Mathlin was sure he would come the moment it pushed into him.
“Your scent,” Titan hissed, pressing his nose and mouth against Mathlin’s neck. “Want to breed.” He jerked his hips, shoving his cock into Mathlin’s fists.
Mathlin grew slick. He imagined Titan thrusting into him, stretching his hole. Fucking in over and over as Titan worked to deposit a full load of hot, sticky cum into him.
Maybe multiple loads. Maybe Titan wanted to breed him.
Mathlin whined, his own cock aching in his pants. He needed to be touched. He needed to be pinned and mated, but that wasn’t what Titan had hired him for.
He clung to Titan’s cock, savoring its slick precum, the veins crisscrossing it. Then he angled it down to see its entire length, pumping it from base to tip. “So big!”
Titan bucked beneath him. “Fuck, I need to come. Need to breed.”
Mathlin spread his legs, leaning forward to grind his bulge against Titan’s cock.
“Don’t come on me,” Titan growled against Mathlin’s throat. “But if—if you can, I’d like you to show me your hole.”
Heat swooped straight to Mathlin’s entrance. He raised himself slightly, using his precum-covered hands to push down the back of his pants, along with his underwear.
Titan shuddered and panted against him. He thrust up more roughly, staring at Mathlin’s ass as though mesmerized.
“I haven’t shown you everything,” Mathlin mumbled. And he leaned forward, spreading his cheeks.
Titan snarled. He lunged up and off the chair, throwing Mathlin onto the desk with the force of his movement.
Mathlin caught himself, taken by surprise. Titan’s cock returned between his legs, thrusting hard like he wanted to breed Mathlin.
Mathlin tried to breathe. I’m not supposed to come.
It would be so easy for Titan to push inside him, and hammer away until he came.
“I want your cum,” Mathlin blurted.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—”
Mathlin grabbed one of the open vials. He fumbled Titan’s tip inside right as the alpha roared, pulsing in Mathlin’s fist.
Titan kept coming. It was hard to see what he was doing because Mathlin was bent over the desk; all he had to go by was his sense of touch. He stuck his finger shallowly into the vial; when the level of cum approached the brim, he swapped it out for the next vial.