Chapter Thirty-Five
Mal
Expanded Universe
I don’t see stars—I see fucking galaxies.
I see nebulae the biggest telescope can’t even spot from its orbital path around the earth.
What little bravado I clung to dissolves when that first orgasm slams into me and slaps me so hard I don’t need a rocket to make orbit. It’s a white-hot pleasure I’ve never experienced before.
No, I don’t bite Todd—thank god—but I don’t bother trying to stay quiet, either.
Not that I think he wants me to stay quiet.
He watches me helplessly writhe against the straps—yay, bondage!—and the crinkles at the outer corners of his eyes are every bit as addictive as this thing now sucking my cock.
He might need to keep this barn locked or I’ll be tempted to spend every free moment I have out here.
His fingers scritch my scalp while he takes a slow, shallow stroke. “That’s the sound I love hearing,” he says. “That plaintive, desperate whine when you realize it’s still sucking your cock and mindlessly doing its job.” He arches an eyebrow at me and pointedly looks at my right hand.
I give him a thumbs-up and mumble, “Green!” around his meat.
Which is something else I hope happens soon—I want to impale myself on his cock and spend hours riding him.
Hey, it’s leg day, y’all.
And maybe glutes? I don’t know. I could never cruise guys at gyms for fear of my dad finding out. Just when I thought I’d found a gym no shifter had ever been in, sure enough, the next time I went, I smelled one.
From our pack.
Part of me suspects my father had me followed to catch me doing something. It certainly wasn’t outside the realm of probability. In fact, it was very likely.
Oh, wait. All cocks getting sucked. Right.
Todd shifts position in the seat and I wish my hands were free so I could wrap them around his massive, sculpted legs, bury my face in the warmth between his strong thighs, and get drunk on his scent.
That’s when I feel inside me something kick over and realize my cock, like it or not, is already on the way toward climax number two.
The butt plug creates persistent pressure against my sweet spot.
From the way he’s got me propped in the frame with my ass up, there’s absolutely no way I can shift my hips to change that.
I must have whined again because his deep chuckle resonates through me.
“That’s right, pup. It doesn’t get tired, and its jaw doesn’t get sore.
It’ll keep draining your balls until you safeword or I think you’re done.
That day you showed up, Jax brought Shawn down here and we played and pulled a couple out of him in about half an hour. And he’s a lot older than you.”
My ass involuntarily clenches around the butt plug and that trips me over the edge again. This one is stronger—I’m not certain how that’s possible but now is not the time for contemplation—and I tremble in my restraints as the wicked milker ignores my whines and my attempts to shift my hips.
Todd’s steadily leaking pre-cum and I eagerly lap it up. His deep, rumbling voice resonates through me. “That’s only the second, pup. I can’t wait to see what you’re like at initiation. I have a feeling when it’s my turn you’ll be begging for me to rut you, won’t you?”
I’m feeling colors and seeing sounds and mumbling green green green over and over again because I do.
Not.
Want.
Him.
To.
Stop.
When he looks at my right hand, again I wrap my fingers around the handle so tight you’d have to saw them off before I’ll let go.
He smiles and flexes his cock in my mouth. I want to deep throat him and spend forever with his cock down my throat. I want him to come all over and inside me, smear his scent into my flesh so everyone knows he was here.
I want to come all over his cock when he ruts with me in front of the whole pack, and let everyone see that him, this man, is my heaven.
I’m too deep in a sensual black hole to process any of those thoughts, so I give myself over to Todd and trust and…
Yep. There I go, climbing the hill again to get drop-kicked off that cliff into pleasure.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed the orgasms in the past.
But this?
There is no comparison to this. Everything pales.
Everything.
I don’t want there ever again to be anything outside of this moment. I want to spend eternity like this, locked down with this man over and inside me, helpless for him, and for the first time in my life feeling truly…
Safe.
Loved, even.
I know that’s not a word I should think this soon, but after tonight anyone who believes they’re getting close to my heart already has a damned high barrier to pass to come anywhere close to this.
This time it takes me longer to make it up the hill, where I surf that edge far longer than before. I can’t quite make it over. In a flash, I’ve flipped from almost wishing it would stop because it’s so intense, to hoping it never ends.
Todd smiles. “Ah, we’ve hit the edging portion of the festivities, haven’t we?”
I’m barely capable of thought, much less speech, so I whine.
He looks at my hand and I tighten my grip.
He holds up the milker’s controller, which is on a long cord, and lifts an eyebrow as he moves his thumb like he’ll switch it off.
I glare and shake my head as much as I can, growling.
Don’t you fucking dare.
He laughs and ruffles my hair. “I know, pup. It’s such a conundrum, right? Just imagine if you were doing this while I’m rutting you and you’ve got someone else’s cock down your throat? While we spit-roast you between—”
I scream around Todd’s erection when that climax catches me off-guard and wrings me out like a dishrag.
The incessant tug of the milker closes in on painful, and now I understand the genius of using the numbing lube. Plus, there’s no way I can come again.
Right?
As I catch my breath I look up at him and there’s that arched eyebrow, a silent question, and with every nerve ending in my body I stare into his eyes and think I’ll finally safeword.
My body, however, has other plans.
“Green,” I mumble around his cock.
Oh, I am already addicted to the elk’s sexy smile. “Good boy,” he coos.
There goes my cock, slowly chugging up the cliff again.
The little cock that could.
Fuck.
Yes!