Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Todd
Against the line
If Jax were anyone else, I’d be willing to take whatever punishment was dealt to me for going all the way and barebacking this pup until we both collapse from exhaustion.
Except Jax is not only my pack Alpha, he’s my best friend.
And I don’t even know if the pup can stay. That’s the other thing helping me keep my brains firmly in my skull and not cross that line.
The sexy, eager energy washing off Mal curls my toes when he takes that first load from me. I’ve had the honor of dealing with eager, sexy pups before, but there’s something different about Mal I’ve never felt with any of those others and it really turns my crank.
When I tell him to stay, I don’t think a hurricane-force wind could peel him off that bench.
I walk over to the cabinets and retrieve the items I want, as well as the small cart housing the milker.
With everything I need in place, I return to Mal’s head and look him in the eyes. “I usually use a numbing cream so a guy can last longer in the milker. And wrap a cock strap around everything, paired with a jelly cock ring. I also have many butt plugs to choose from.”
He casts a glance over his shoulder at the items before dropping his head, sticking his ass up, and wiggling it. “Yes! All of it! Everything! Please!”
I grab him by the chin and make him meet my gaze. “What’s your safeword?”
He looks frantic and desperate and that’s soooo fucking hot. “Red. But I’m green right now. Green green green, and if I need you to stop I’ll say red. But right now, please, I need to come!”
I kiss him again, wishing I could fuck him while he experiences this for the first time. Having his mouth wrapped around my cock is the world’s best consolation prize, though.
I don gloves and pick a medium-sized butt plug. It only takes me a couple of minutes to lube and loosen him so his hole greedily gobbles it when I press it home.
His back dips, his hips fucking air and making me laugh even more. I strip the gloves off and pat him on the ass. “Good?”
“Fuuuuck yes! More, please!”
“We’re just getting started.” I pull on a clean glove, slather my hand with the numbing cream, and reach under him to slowly apply it. I’m afraid if I stroke him he’ll pop right there, he’s so hard and close. A small puddle of pre-cum has already formed on the floor directly under him.
He moans even louder when he realizes I won’t let him fuck my fist. His cock twitches and jerks in my hand, like a piece of living iron. When I finish applying the cream I strip off that glove.
Don’t need to accidentally do it to myself. I did that once, and now I’m very careful.
A fresh pair of gloves, and I take my time wrapping him with the leather cock strap, loving his plaintive whines as his situation grows even more desperate.
“Color?” I ask.
“Green, fucking green, goddammit please make me come!”
It’s adorable that he’s defaulting to thinking he has to wait on me to make it happen. At no time have I forbidden him to jerk off, but it’s like he automatically does what I want without me saying it.
He’ll be a damned fun ride when Jax finally lets me at him.
If.
If Jax lets me at him.
Because that’s not a done deal by any stretch of the imagination.
With everything ready, I strip off those gloves. Returning to Mal’s head, I crouch so I can stare into his eyes. “I’d like to strap you down, put the milker on you, and then sit here with my cock in your mouth until one of us needs to stop.”
He frantically nods. “Yes! Green, goddammit, yes!”
Standing, I scratch his head. “Good boy.” My erection is back in full force. That this pup isn’t even slightly intimidated by my size is another good sign.
The thought of his initiation comes to mind, imagining how eager he’ll be.
Then an unfamiliar shadow of jealousy creeps through me.
Shit.
I can’t let myself feel like that about him. Especially not right now, with his future uncertain.
I start at his feet with the straps and work my way up his legs, snugging them, watching him carefully.
He squirms, a delicious ball of sexy, needy energy. “Tighter!” he says. “Please!”
Far be it from me to deny a guy. I tighten them not as much as I could, but enough he can’t squirm his way off and get hurt.
When I reach his head, I see he’s found the built-in handles.
His fingers curl and flex around them. There’s a wild look in his eyes, a nearly feral energy, and that’s when it finally strikes me.
This is literally the first time in his life he’s ever been free to do whatever he wants, solely for himself.
Once he’s completely strapped down I cup his chin. “How are you?”
“Fucking horny and green and pleeeease do something!”
I take my time kissing him despite how he tries to ravage my mouth. But he has no leverage, no control, and I want to take my time.
He’ll never get another first experience like this. No matter how the situation might end, I want this memory to be the best of his life up to this point.
Conceited? I couldn’t care less. He’s survived a ton of shit so why not give him something good?
“I’ll do whatever I want to you all night,” I say.
“And what I want is to see how many times I can make you come all over my cock with that gorgeous fucking mouth of yours, and how many loads you can swallow. I think my record for fucking when not in a mating rut is six in one night. Would you like to see if I can beat that?”
“Yes! Please!”
Oh, he’s soooo gone.
Chuckling, I kiss him again and move the milker cart within reach.
Then I realize I have a logistical problem.
I have to put the milker cup on him and can’t do that while my cock’s in his mouth.
I have a switch on a long cord, so that part’s all right.
But I want to feel him scream around my cock when I switch it on and watch his wide-eyed shock and awe as he gives it the first one or two in short order.
The rest will take longer, but as young and horny as the pup is I have no doubt he’ll barely have enough time to process the sensation before his eyes roll back in his head.
Again.
That’s when I spot something on the shelf and have an aha moment. I walk over and grab the roll of blue vet wrap. It only takes a minute to rig a makeshift harness to hold the cup in place on his cock.
He shivers in that familiar way I recognize, a guy deep in the zone, when his cock slides into the cup.
That practically makes me giggle. “You are in for an evening,” I warn.
He moans, his eyes close, and he frantically tries to flex his hips to fuck the milker. But yay, straps.
Now with the cup securely in place, I retake my seat and scruff his hair. “Color?”
“Green!”
“Okay. If you need me to stop and your mouth is full, slap the right handle repeatedly. Understand?”
“Yes!”
He opens his mouth wide without me even asking. “Don’t bite me, pup,” I warn. I don’t go too deep because I don’t want to gag him. I want him to completely enjoy himself.
He starts to laugh when I flip the switch.
His eyes widen and the scream starts almost immediately.
I laugh and run my fingers through his hair, watching him, enjoying the vibrations through my cock.
He’s helpless to fuck the emotionless machine as it pulls the first one from him but he still tries to thrust his hips.
He screams and moans for a good minute or so before it turns into plaintive, muffled whines and his gaze wobbles up to me.
I smile. “That was one.” I rub my thumb along the bridge of his nose, just under where an adorable furrow of desperation has emerged. “Settle in and get comfortable, pup. It’ll be a looong night.”