Chapter 47
Chapter Forty-Seven
Todd
Wishful Thinking
This probably isn’t forever, I caution myself as I stare into Mal’s eyes.
It might need to be enough that I’ve introduced him to new worlds of pleasure he never dreamed possible before.
That I was the one who showed him sex could be fun and free and without any shame or stupid, arbitrary taboos or restrictions other than everyone needs to be a consenting adult in the situation.
Not gonna lie—feeling him screaming around my cock is addictive, the vibrations drilling straight into my balls and deep into my soul as he lets go and enjoys everything I do to him with complete abandon.
Part of me hates myself for being a complete chickenshit, but the rational part of my brain reminds me that, excluding everything else, there is also an extreme power imbalance, and while I enjoy my play, I need to make sure it’s all completely consensual.
I’m older, I have a home, a successful business, and I’ve just blown all the breakers in his brain’s electrical system.
This is not the time to have a “conversation” about feelings.
After he catches his breath from that first one—which damn near took me over the edge with him—I change the vibration pattern on the butt plug again and smile as that earns me a needy whimper.
He’ sooo distracted and I’m proud that he’s still trying to give my cock his attention even as he resumes squirming, his hips rocking and back flexing as he tries to find a new position to duplicate what he just felt.
I’ve found that most guys, when introduced to prostate milking for the first time, are pleasantly shocked they can get off like that but it’s not always their favorite thing. They like the ease and suction of the milker.
Or, you know, outright sex.
But some guys—and it’s not limited to omegas—absofuckinglutely love this.
I suspect from his reaction Mal is in that second camp.
When Jax discovered Shawn loves it, he once ordered Shawn to spend two weeks in a cock cage and wearing a vibrating butt plug like this one, with no restrictions on how many times he could come as long as he did it like that.
Jax finally released him three days later because Shawn was riding him to exhaustion—Jax, not Shawn—and seemed nearly as horny as he did during one of his mating heats.
Too bad I was out of town, because Jax told me he’d considered making him last the full time and come see me every day to get pounded by me and one of my fuck machines just to give Jax a break.
Goddess, I fucking love slutty omegas.
I mean, I love slutty guys, period, but omegas have a way of ramping it up a notch.
Except I’m not ready to introduce Mal to one of my fuck machines yet. I’m having too much fun with these intimate encounters, the warmth of his body against mine and smelling his sweat and cum, and listening to his increasingly needy breaths.
Normally, I’d be able to pop two or three times in a night like this, but I’m tired and concerned about the future and know I have another long day ahead of me tomorrow helping Jax at the rec center.
I’m happy to make this one last a while, edging myself with Mal’s hotly sweet mouth as he tries to build himself up to his second climax.
Watching him squirm between my thighs is fucking sexy as hell.
“That’s it,” I encourage. “I gotta help you make up for lost time, all these things you’ve never been able to do before.”
His eyes drop closed and he’s absolutely gone into whatever headspace has consumed him.
He sucks and licks my cock, but from the way he’s wordlessly moaning, I know at this moment he’s defaulted to a primal mindset.
I could stick my fingers or toes—or anything, even some other guy’s fingers or cock, or a sex toy—into his mouth and he’d be worshiping it the way he is me.
I love this for him, and that I get to be the one to usher him through these fun and sexy firsts.
With our long lives, we don’t always get to remember our firsts.
My cock throbs in his mouth as his breaths grow quick and shallow, whining, gasping—and then he screams around my cock again as the next one hits him.
I thumb the controller to start the massaging balls rotating inside it, knowing it’ll prolong this one for him, and then grab his head and start fucking his mouth. I’m careful not to gag him but I can’t hold back.
The crazy-sexy energy washing off him has me desperate to come with him, inside him, fully share this moment with him.
He’s still moaning his way through his climax when mine hits and my cock jerks, pulsing as I pump the load into his eager mouth.
Mal starts sucking me, taking me deeper than I was fucking him, bobbing his head up and down even while he’s squirming and writhing between my thighs.
His fists wildly clench the air, and just when I think he’s done, his body stiffens, another muffled moan vibrating around my cock.
“Oh, shit,” I gasp, my load still pumping into him. “You just had a double one, didn’t you?”
But he can’t reply because he’s deep in pleasure, man, and he’s nearly gagging himself on my cock.
That’s really common, I’ve found, that some guys go much deeper when they’re coming and their body is too distracted to let their gag reflex realize what’s going on.
I mean, I have no clue what the scientific explanation is for that, but it’s something Sam’s done a lot when he’s going down on me, and even Shawn does it a lot, not to mention all the countless other examples from throughout the years.
I reach for the remote to turn it off, but his hand clamps around my wrist. He forces his eyes open and there’s a heady mix of desperation and overwhelming, needy lust there that I laugh.
“Okay, baby. Ride it out and let me know.”
That’s basically what he’s doing—humping the air and pausing when it’s hitting his button, squirming around when it shifts or is too much, just to recapture it seconds later.
I cup the back of his head with my other hand and firmly ease him farther down my cock, even though it’s gone almost fully soft. He gulps me down to the root and burrows his face in my pubes.
“Good boy,” I whisper. “Goddess, that’s so fucking hot watching you like this.”
Another whimper, and before I realize it I’m boning up again.
Yay!
Belatedly, I realize this one won’t take me long, because I completely discounted how amazingly sexy watching him would be. I pull my hand free from his grasp so I can hold his head, and this time I do start fucking his face.
“Hold my thighs. Claw me if it’s too much. Otherwise, hang on.”
His eyes crack open and that wild look is still there.
They’re tearing up and snot’s running from his nose now, but he’s holding on to me and taking every bit I give him.
I still don’t slam all the way down his throat, but I find a good pace and depth where I come close to gagging him but not quite, and it only takes me another couple of minutes to get there.
“Swallow, baby.”
He moans, greedily swallowing and then suddenly screaming again.
“That’s four, right?” I gasp as I bury myself deep and hold still, staring into his eyes. “Good boys get rewards, you know.”
He’s trembling, almost shivering, covered in sweat and smelling like my cum as well as his now, and I don’t even know how he’s still on his knees.
This time, when I reach for the remote, he doesn’t have the strength to stop me, and I turn off the butt plug.
He moans—in disappointment—and I have to push a thumb into his mouth to finally get him to release my cock, which makes me laugh.
I gather him up and drape him over my lap, cradled in my arms, and kiss him. His fingers reach behind my head and hold me in place as I taste my cum on him.
Yeah, I wish this were my guaranteed future, all right.
When I try to end the kiss, he doesn’t release me, making me laugh again. I give in and let him keep kissing me—oh, noes, don’t make me kiss the gorgeous omega—cupping his cheek in my hand as I take control.
My lips explore his, my tongue traces the seam of his lips while his plays with mine, my teeth, exploring.
Skimming my hand down his chest, his abs, I play with the chastity device and gather his juices on my fingers. When I bring them to my lips to taste him, he doesn’t move, sharing the taste with me.
Fuck. I do love him.
After a few more minutes I realize we’ve been playing for nearly two hours. I finally lift my head and meet his gaze. “Such a good boy,” I softly say. “You were perfect.” I stand with him in my arms and carry him into the bathroom I was smart enough to put in when I put up the building.
He clings to me, arms and legs, his eyes closed as I turn on the water, wait until it’s warm, and then step inside. I’m basically wearing him, a sleep pup ready to call it a night.
I step under the water so I can rinse him off first, then finally coax him into standing so I can remove the chastity device and the butt plug and wash him. His eyes remain closed and I’m not all too certain that he might not be asleep, or close to it.
Finally, he stirs enough to drape his arms around my neck and hold on so I can wash myself off and not worry about dropping him.
I’d thought about taking him out to the hot tub, but from the way he’s yawning, I’m also starting to.
Instead, I shut off the water and grab towels from the shelf next to the shower and manage to get him dried off.
I wrap his towel around him almost like a burrito, while mine—the same size—wraps around my hips once, just securely enough I know it won’t fall off on the way to the house.
Not that it matters, I guess. Not like I have neighbors anywhere nearby.
He lays his head against my shoulder when I scoop him up and carry him back to his apartment. When I settle him on his bed and start to back away, he grabs my hand and mumbles something that sounds like, “Not yet.”
I can’t help it. There’s no way I can say no to him, and that risks destroying future me.
Still, I climb into his bed with him while he snuggles tightly against me and immediately falls into a deep slumber.
I wait a few minutes to finally extricate myself and head home, because if I fall asleep next to him—naked—when I wake up I know there’s a better than good chance it’ll be because he’s riding my cock.
Yes, it’d make my life a little easier in some ways if I break down and fuck him, but that short-term gain could lead to lifelong grief if things go tails-up in a bad way.
At least if I haven’t crossed that one bridge with him yet, I can still lie to myself and pretend like it won’t destroy me to lose him.