Chapter 25
Chad didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. He let Peter guide him into the car, sinking into the plush leather seat while Peter closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side, missing the touch of Peter’s big hand on the back of his neck.
He’d never felt anything like it. He could still feel the shudders running down his spine, the skin where Peter’s hand had been tingling and hot.
“You’re okay,” Peter said as he pulled out of the parking lot. He reached over and stroked his fingers over Chad’s short hair, letting them come to rest over Chad’s neck and gripping down again.
Chad moaned.
“That’s it. Just relax and let it happen,” Peter said, massaging the point where Chad’s jaw and ear met with his fingertips. “You were fucking made for this, weren’t you?” The words sounded reverent, and Chad got the feeling Peter was speaking more to himself than to Chad.
Either way, he didn’t feel the need to respond. He felt like he was floating.
A while later—Chad didn’t know how long it was—Peter parked the car and shut off the engine.
“We’re here.” The words were like a bucket of cold water. Chad blinked his eyes open, looking around the underground garage as Peter got out of the car. Peter walked around to Chad’s door and opened it. “Are you coming?”
Chad looked up at Peter and swallowed. From where he was sitting the other alpha looked huge.
When Peter just waited, Chad nodded and fumbled with his seatbelt to get it open, climbing out of the car on unsteady legs.
Peter didn’t move back as Chad exited the vehicle, and Chad felt his stomach flutter at the close contact.
He was entirely unprepared when Peter pushed him back against the car and captured his mouth in a kiss. For a moment everything stood still, and then suddenly Peter was licking into his mouth, one hand on his neck and the other moving down to cup his ass.
Chad had never been kissed like this. Peter was in total control, holding him in place as he ravaged his mouth, his muscular thigh pushing between Chad’s legs and almost lifting him up in the air.
It was over as abruptly as it had started. Peter pulled back, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips, leaving Chad breathless and wanting more. He pulled Chad away from the car by the front of his shirt, making him stumble and almost fall.
Chad let himself be led away, Peter’s hand coming back to rest on the back of his neck as he marched him toward the elevator. At this point the controlling grip was almost familiar.
“You liked that,” Peter said as the elevator doors closed, dark satisfaction lacing his voice. Chad couldn’t bring himself to speak, but he nodded sharply. Peter leaned in and placed a wet kiss on Chad’s neck, scraping his teeth over Chad’s jugular and making him gasp.
He couldn’t believe submission could feel this good. Butterflies were going wild in his stomach, and his cock was leaking pre-cum into his underwear like he was about to pop his first knot. He’d never been so horny.
“You’re gonna like my knot even more.” Peter slid his hand down Chad’s back, his palm wide, letting it come to rest cupping Chad’s ass. He squeezed down, the tips of his fingers brushing the denim over Chad’s taint.
“Fuck…” Chad whimpered. The deep vibrations of Peter’s answering chuckle sent shivers down his spine.
“Sensitive,” Peter crooned. He moved his hand lower, cupping the space between Chad’s legs. His cock felt like it was going to burst, and Chad couldn’t help but reach down and grope himself.
Peter’s free hand clapped down on Chad’s wrist and firmly moved his hand away.
“Don’t touch,” he warned, his voice hard.
Chad held his breath, the stern warning making his balls pull up tight.
Peter let go of his wrist, placing his hand on Chad’s lower stomach, fingers just barely pushing into his jeans.
With Peter’s hands on both the front and back of his body, the alpha’s lips brushing the skin behind his ear, Chad felt surrounded and overwhelmed in the best way.
The elevator came to a stop and Peter stepped back, leaving Chad feeling unmoored and lost. He blinked, licking his lips as he forced his hands to stay by his sides.
“Come on,” Peter said, walking ahead. Chad stared after him, frozen in place, wondering why Peter wasn’t leading him the rest of the way with that heavy hand on the back of his neck.
The elevator had opened up into what looked like a private hallway, with floor-to-ceiling windows lining the wall to the right. The view was spectacular, but Chad didn’t pay it any mind. His attention was wholly on Peter.
The powerful alpha lifted his eyebrow questioningly, one hand on the door leading into his apartment. “Are you coming?”
Chad nodded, but he still didn’t move. Peter opened the door and stepped through, leaving Chad alone.
Casting a look at the button for the lobby, wondering if he was crazy for not pushing it and getting the hell out of there, Chad stepped out of the elevator and followed Peter into the apartment.
He moved through a hallway that was twice the size of his own apartment and into a living room that looked like something out of a movie.
Chad knew that Peter was wealthy, but seeing how he lived really drove the point home. The man was out of his league in practically every way, and standing there in the living room of Peter’s sleek penthouse, the city sprawling out beneath them, Chad felt small.
“Take your clothes off.”
Chad looked up, caught off guard by the firm order. Peter was pouring himself a drink, studying Chad with an intense look on his face. He looked calm and utterly in control, and Chad took comfort in the fact that at least one of them knew what they were doing.
“What?” Chad asked. Peter put the bottle he was holding down and picked up his drink, taking a sip and studying Chad over the rim of his glass. The fact that he hadn’t offered Chad anything wasn’t lost on Chad.
“Your clothes. Take them off,” Peter ordered again. Feeling unsure, something tight and hot curling in his stomach, Chad started stripping off. He shrugged his coat off his shoulders, holding it in his hands as he looked around for somewhere to put it.
“On the chair,” Peter nodded to an uncomfortable-looking leather recliner. Chad draped his coat over the back of the chair, shooting a questioning look toward Peter before pulling off his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans.
Peter walked closer, studying him as he undressed like he was looking at a piece of art, moving around him in a circle as he enjoyed his drink.
Chad had never felt so exposed.
“Very nice,” Peter crooned, and Chad felt a flush of pleasure at the praise. He twisted his neck to keep track of where Peter stood, his breathing speeding up when Peter moved to stand right behind him.
“I told you to take off your clothes,” Peter chided, moving in so that he was pressed up against Chad’s back. The feel of Peter’s suit against his shoulder blades was oddly arousing, and when Peter placed his hands on his waist Chad leaned back into the touch without even thinking about it.
The feel of Peter’s callused hands had Chad’s skin breaking out into goosebumps. Every point of contact between Peter’s fingers and Chad’s skin was like a live wire to his cock.
Peter moved his hands down toward the waistband of Chad’s jeans, pushing them down over his hips along with his boxer briefs. Chad’s cock sprang free, bouncing up before gravity pulled the heavy weight down. A string of pre-cum trailed from the tip toward the floor.
“Good boy,” Peter said, crouching down and sliding Chad’s pants all the way down to his ankles. With his boots still laced up tight, the tangle of denim hobbled his legs and made Chad feel even more vulnerable.
Rising to his full height, pressing his fully clothed chest into Chad’s back, Peter wrapped his arms around Chad’s waist and let his hands feel their way up his abs and over his pecs, coming to rest on his nipples.
Chad held his breath as Peter pinched his sensitive nubs between his thumb and index finger, rolling and tugging on them gently.
Peter thrust his hips forward, and Chad gasped. He could feel the dominant alpha’s massive bulge digging into his lower back, hard and big and wanting.
“You feel that?” Peter asked, his voice low and rough. He pinched down harder on Chad’s nipples, grinding into him. “That’s going inside of you.”
Chad’s mind ground to a halt. It hit him suddenly that he was really doing this. He had gone home with an alpha and he was going to let himself be fucked and knotted.
Was he crazy?
“I’m gonna make it so good for you,” Peter said, sliding one hand up to grip Chad’s throat. He pushed Chad’s head to the side so that he could lean down and drag his tongue over the exposed flesh of his neck.
Chad felt branded and claimed; the gentle scrape of teeth reminded him that Peter was much stronger than him. If Peter wanted to bite and claim him, there was nothing that he could do to stop him.
The thought should not have made his cock throb the way it did.
“On your knees.”
Chad blinked, taking a second to process the words. Peter stepped back, leaving Chad feeling cold and unsteady. Without actually deciding to obey, Chad sank to his knees with a thud. He could feel Peter towering over him behind his back, and the little hairs on the back of his neck rose.
Peter crouched down behind him, his hands coming to rest on Chad’s shoulders. Chad reached back and put his hands on Peter’s knees to steady himself.
“You like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you?” Peter asked, his voice thoughtful. Chad nodded, swallowing noisily when Peter’s hands moved toward each other, fingers closing around his neck like a collar.
“Answer me,” Peter ordered, pressing down gently on the space under Chad’s Adam’s apple.
“I… I like it,” Chad admitted. He felt like he was someone else—someone who could let go and not worry about anything—and it was the best feeling in the world.