Chapter 25 #2
“Good boy,” Peter said. Again, Chad felt the praise like a physical thing. His cock twitched, and Chad would have given anything to be allowed to touch himself.
Abruptly—or at least it seemed so to Chad—Peter stood up and started walking away. Chad stayed where he was, wondering what he should do, but Peter didn’t leave him hanging.
“Follow me,” Peter called over his shoulder. Chad started to stand up, his thighs trembling, when Peter called out again. “On your knees.”
Blushing furiously, Chad lowered himself back to his knees and placed his palms flat on the floor in front of him.
Crawling after Peter like an omega in heat was humiliating, but for some reason Chad’s cock was harder than ever.
He knew that an alpha should never willingly debase himself like this, but it didn’t feel wrong.
Chad followed Peter through another long hallway and into what had to be the alpha’s bedroom. An enormous bed dominated the room, crimson sheets making it look sinfully luxurious.
“Stand up,” Peter ordered. He took off his suit jacket and hung it on a hanger by the door, unbuttoning his white dress shirt as Chad rose to his feet.
Chad watched as Peter stripped off his shirt and unbuttoned his fly, revealing wide shoulders and a powerful chest tapering down to a trim waist. Peter was ripped, and looking down at his own body Chad suddenly felt inadequate.
But that was nothing like what he felt when Peter let his cock spring free. It was huge. Chad stared at the intimidating length, with envy, terror and lust warring for dominance within him.
It took just a few seconds for lust to win the battle. Chad licked his lips, wondering what that magnificent cock would feel like pushing inside of him. What it would taste like on his tongue.
Kicking off his shoes, Peter stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. He was naked, and all Chad could do was stare.
“I like it when you look at me like that,” Peter said, grinning with satisfaction. Chad felt a thrill of pleasure that he had pleased the other alpha. Making Peter happy was a rush unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
Peter walked toward him, his massive erection leading the way. He didn’t stop until his hard length was pressed flat against Chad’s abs, huge and firm and burning hot.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay?” Peter said, lifting his hand to cradle Chad’s face. “Understand?”
Chad frowned. He hadn’t felt unsafe with Peter since their first meeting, and even then Peter had backed off completely once he caught on that Chad wasn’t into it. Chad trusted that Peter would do the same now—even if they were in the middle of having sex.
Was he na?ve for assuming that Peter wouldn’t be an asshole? He hoped not.
“I know,” he said when Peter just kept looking at him. He offered up a small smile to let the other alpha know that he wasn’t scared. Peter grinned and grabbed the back of his neck, holding him still for a scorching kiss. When he pulled back his lips were pulled up in a self-satisfied grin.
“Good. If it gets to be too much for you, just say so. I won’t be mad.”
Chad nodded, impatient to get back to the kissing, unable to help a needy whine from escaping his throat.
“Greedy, aren’t you?” Peter laughed. Chad blushed again. He bent his head and rubbed his face on Peter’s neck, gasping when Peter grabbed him by the wrists and pushed his hands up over his head.
With his arms pinned above him, Peter holding each wrist trapped against the door, Chad felt like he was floating.
He moaned in pleasure as Peter leaned down and pressed their lips together, licking into his mouth and biting at his lower lip.
Peter explored and laid claim to Chad’s mouth like he had all the time in the world.
“Have you ever taken anything up your ass?” Peter asked between kisses. Chad shook his head, breathless, his lips swollen and rubbed raw from Peter’s faint stubble.
“Then we better get you ready.”
Chad’s toes curled at the dark promise in Peter’s voice. He was still breathing hard when Peter took a step back and grabbed his shoulders, manhandling him around so that he was facing the door. Grabbing hold of his wrists again, Peter pulled them up high and slammed them down on the door.
“Don’t move,” the words were almost a growl, and Chad shuddered. When Peter let go of his wrists it felt like they were locked into place by invisible shackles.
“You’ve got an amazing ass,” Peter said. He crouched down and took hold of Chad’s ass, gripping one cheek in each hand, squeezing down and pulling the muscular globes apart to expose Chad’s virgin hole.
Chad didn’t know what he’d expected, but it was not for Peter to lean in and lick a broad wet stripe over his opening. He gasped, Peter’s tongue firm and wet, lifting up on his toes and arching his back with an embarrassing mewl.
Peter pulled back and smacked his ass, the sharp sting making Chad’s cock twitch in pleasure. One more slap and Chad was convinced he’d shoot his load. He couldn’t believe that a spank could turn him on so much.
“I told you to stay,” Peter warned. His voice was low and rough, and Chad couldn’t breathe because the dominance radiating off the older alpha was so intense.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, forcing his heels back to the ground. Peter didn’t answer, but the bruising way he squeezed Chad’s ass and pulled his cheeks apart before he dove back in to keep licking was answer enough.
This time Peter’s tongue didn’t just lick over his hole, it licked into him. Chad bit the inside of his cheek as Peter’s talented tongue pushed its way past his tight rim, making him feel a brand of pleasure that was entirely new to him.
But amazing as it felt, Chad still had no idea how Peter was going to make fucking him feel good. There was a pretty huge difference between the size of Peter’s tongue and cock.
Chad pushed his forehead into the door, his eyes clenched shut, and tried his best not to shoot his load as Peter kept working on his ass. Peter hadn’t told him he wasn’t allowed to come, but he hadn’t said that he could, either.
Pulling back, Peter released his grip on Chad’s right cheek. Expecting him to dive right back in and keep licking, Chad was surprised when a wad of spit hit his hole and Peter’s finger suddenly started pressing for entry.
Chad whimpered as Peter’s long index finger pushed inside of him in one smooth motion.
The alpha curled his finger down, rubbing over something inside him that made sparks shoot up his spine and his balls tighten, and before he knew it Chad was shooting his load harder than he’d ever shot his load before—and he wasn’t even touching his cock.
“Chad,” Peter chided, his voice stern. He reached around and grabbed Chad’s cock, jerking it off with firm, expert strokes. “Did I say you were allowed to come?”
“No,” Chad bit out. He could hardly think over the sensation of Peter milking his cock.
He was past the point where he’d have stopped jerking himself off if he were by himself, and the pleasure was almost too much.
His knot had swelled, hard and eager, but Peter cruelly left it alone.
The overstimulation of his shaft coupled with the complete neglect of his knot was torture.
“Peter, I need…” Chad couldn’t finish the statement.
Peter pulled his finger out of Chad’s hole and reached out to the mess of come coating the door—Chad’s load dripping down to the floor—and coated his fingers.
When he moved them back to Chad’s ass, Chad yelped as he felt Peter push two fingers in.
He couldn’t believe that Peter was using his come as lube.
“You can take it,” Peter said, stroking Chad’s ass as he fucked into his hole with his fingers, scissoring them apart and stretching Chad’s rim open.
Chad didn’t answer, too focused on the overwhelming feeling of his oversensitive prostate being jabbed and abused by Peter’s rough fingers.
“Okay, let’s get you on the bed.”
Chad blinked, his ass feeling strangely empty when Peter removed his fingers, and stood up behind him.
He gasped as Peter wrapped his strong arms around his chest, pulling him away from the wall and walking him over to the bed.
With his ankles still hobbled by his jeans, Chad’s walk was clumsy and slow.
Chad wasn’t sure if he was allowed to lower his arms or not, so he kept them raised above his head. Peter didn’t comment, so Chad figured he was doing what he was supposed to.
There was something incredibly freeing about just doing what you were told and not thinking about it.
They reached the edge of the bed and Peter pushed him down.
The feel of Peter’s crimson sheets against his cheeks was just as silky and soft as Chad had thought they would be.
He turned his head, pushing his face into the luxurious material and breathing in the scent of Peter.
Musky and fresh, Chad’s spent cock hardened painfully at the delicious scent.
Chad had never thought that the scent of another alpha would turn him on, but Peter’s did.
Peter leaned down to Chad’s feet and removed his boots, yanking his pants off the rest of the way and letting them fall to the floor.
“Crawl up,” Peter ordered when he was done. He climbed up on the bed and straddled Chad’s legs, his knees planted on either side of Chad’s thighs. Chad pulled himself up so that he was lying in the middle of the bed, Peter moving with him.
“Good boy,” Peter crooned, lowering himself down so that he was crouching over Chad’s back. Chad could feel the alpha’s cock coming to rest over his crack, Peter lowering himself down until his whole weight was resting on Chad’s body.
Chad had never felt so helpless or so good.
“You like that?” Peter asked, licking up Chad’s neck and teasing the shell of his ear with his teeth.
“Yeah…” Chad moaned, arching his back and pushing his ass up. He could feel Peter grinning into his neck.
“Good.”
Peter lifted up and moved back, kicking Chad’s legs apart, and settled into the space between his thighs. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Chad’s hips, lifting his ass up so that his hole was on perfect display.
“Beautiful.” Peter’s voice was gravelly. “You ready?”
Chad nodded, his fingers curling in the sheets over his head, not sure what Peter was asking but wanting it anyway.
“Try to relax,” Peter said, and out of nowhere a stream of lube hit the top of Chad’s crack. The thick liquid felt cold, and Chad couldn’t help his hole from twitching. He tried to make his body as boneless and loose as possible, wanting to please Peter, but the next intrusion made that impossible.
Peter fucked into him with three fingers; the burn and stretch making Chad cry out and pull away. Peter moved with him, fucking his fingers into Chad’s tight opening until they were buried to the knuckles.
“You can take it,” Peter said, his voice calm and in control. “Just relax and let me in.”
Chad grit his teeth and tried to relax, and after a few seconds it seemed to work. The intrusion burned, but the feeling of fullness—not to mention the way Peter worked his prostate—was more pleasurable than the stretch was painful.
“How are you doing?” Peter asked, fucking his fingers in and out, his other hand stroking Chad’s flank with soothing motions. Chad took a while to answer, too overwhelmed to get his thoughts in order.
“So full,” he said when Peter’s hand stilled, waiting for an answer. Peter chuckled, and Chad shuddered at the amusement in the older alpha’s voice.
“Not yet, you aren’t,” Peter said, removing his fingers from Chad’s ass. He draped himself over Chad’s back, pecs pushing into Chad’s shoulder blades, and moved his shaft so that the massive head of his cock was pressing against Chad’s rim.
Chad gasped at the feel of Peter’s cock at his rim, but he didn’t tense up. He didn’t think Peter was going to fuck him yet—not without more prep.
He was wrong.
Peter thrust his hips forward, and for a second Chad’s vision went white and his ears filled with static. He couldn’t breathe, the burning pain of Peter’s cock forcing his rim to stretch overwhelming him.
“So good for me,” Peter grunted, pressing forward until the length of his cock was buried in Chad’s ass.
Three fingers had been nothing compared to this. Chad felt branded and laid claim to, Peter’s body weighing him down and filling him up. It was the most intense thing he had ever experienced.
It felt like he was going to fall apart.
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