Chapter 8 #2
Burke gave a lock of Chase’s hair a soft tug. “How are your dick-sucking skills, Chase Adler?”
“Average,” Chase answered truthfully.
He was rewarded with a soft, husky laugh. “Mm, we’ll fix that, won’t we?” Burke murmured, his thumb tracing over Chase’s lips. “You’re such a good student. So attentive and eager to please. We’ll get that score up in no time.”
With his free hand, Burke lowered the waistband of his sweats, releasing his cock from its confines.
Chase’s mouth watered instantly.
It was thick. So thick. Dark and ruddy in color, the dusky red head peeking out of its foreskin. It smelled like the most concentrated essence of Burke’s pheromones combined with the musky scent of male arousal.
That was inside me, Chase thought dazedly. Holy fucking shit.
“Would you like a taste, sweet boy?”
Chase nodded without thought. He wanted it. Maybe needed it. He’d never been particularly cock-hungry before, but now he was pretty sure he’d die if he didn’t get Burke’s cock in his mouth in the next thirty seconds.
Burke’s thumb pressed down on Chase’s lower lip. “Open.”
Chase opened.
Burke eased his thick cockhead into Chase’s mouth—just the tip resting on his tongue—and Chase lapped at it. Taking a taste, as he’d been promised.
Burke’s flavor was salty and a little bitter. Like any other dick, probably, and yet Chase moaned, sucking on the head now, tonguing the foreskin back to get more of Burke’s precum on his taste buds.
Burke’s eyes were heavy on Chase’s skin, his hand back in Chase’s hair, toying with the strands. He wasn’t pulling or tugging or telling Chase what to do—not yet, at least—so Chase let himself explore.
There was something vulnerable and incredibly hot about kneeling like this, his hands lax on his thighs, only his mouth in on the action. Like he was here to service the alpha in front of him. Here to be used.
He supposed he was.
Chase licked along the swollen veins of Burke’s cock, sucked gently on the sides, spit and tongued at the loose skin where Burke’s knot would eventually swell. Chase didn’t try to swallow him down or suck his dick with any real sort of intent. He felt certain Burke would tell him when it was time.
By the time he got back to the fat, swollen head of Burke’s cock—Chase’s favorite part, he’d decided—Chase had relaxed into it, his whole body strangely comfortable as he lapped and sucked.
There was a sharp tug on Chase’s hair. He leaned his head back, looking directly into Burke’s molten eyes.
“Fuck,” Burke swore, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He tugged Chase’s hair again, gently shaking Chase’s head with his hold. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
Chase dropped his mouth open.
Burke groaned. “Have you ever had someone fuck this pretty mouth before?”
Chase had to close his mouth to answer. “No, Alpha.”
He let it fall open again.
Burke swore again. Let out a hard breath. “Relax and let me lead. Pinch my thigh if you can’t speak and want to stop.”
Then he drove his cock deep into Chase’s throat.
Chase gagged immediately, soaking Burke’s cock with his spit. Burke pulled back with a mean smile. “Try again, sweet boy.”
Chase opened his mouth and tried again.
He wasn’t very good at it. He kept choking and gagging and coughing. But Burke didn’t seem to mind. He kept swearing softly and shoving his cock back in anyway, and Chase sort of lost himself in it, a hazy mist filling his head.
And then Burke’s hands were stroking his hair again, and Burke was sort of crooning at him. “Relax. There’s no need to tense. No need to think at all. Just take what your alpha gives you, hm, baby boy?”
Chase opened watery eyes to find Burke staring down at him, the alpha’s pupils so blown his eyes looked black in the dim light. Chase whimpered as something finally gave, his throat opening and letting Burke in all the way to the hilt.
“There it is,” Burke murmured, cock pressing at the sensitive skin at the back of Chase’s throat. “Look at you. Not a thought in that head.”
Burke slowly picked up the pace, finally fucking Chase’s throat with relative ease. Chase still gagged sometimes, but he didn’t get caught up in it. He just readjusted and breathed through his nose and let Burke do what he wanted, his head fuzzy and his lips pleasantly sore.
At some point Chase had to put his hands on Burke’s thighs to keep his balance, but he kept his fingers up, careful not to pinch.
“Fuck,” Burke swore. “You’re going to make me come, looking at me like that.”
Chase hadn’t even realized he was staring. He’d sort of lost any sense of space and time. There was only the weight of Burke’s cock on his tongue, the smell of his pheromones invading Chase’s senses. A leather-and-cherry-scented fog.
Chase realized he was hard as steel, his dick aching in the cool of the air-conditioned house. Could someone come just from sucking cock? Chase wasn’t sure, but if this went on much longer, he’d probably find out.
And then Burke’s cock seemed to get impossibly larger, and he tugged Chase’s head back.
Chase whined his distress—he wanted that back, damn it—and Burke clucked his tongue.
“I’m going to come in your pretty mouth now, and you’re not going to swallow.
You’re going to keep it all in your mouth for me. Understand?”
Chase nodded as best he could with Burke’s hand holding him in place.
Burke slid his cock back into Chase’s mouth, shallower this time. Chase immediately hollowed his cheeks and sucked, and he was rewarded with a deep groan and hot, thick cum filling his mouth.
Chase didn’t swallow. He held the cum in his mouth even after Burke finally withdrew, panting, “Show me.”
Chase opened his mouth. Some of the cum slipped out of the corners, despite his best efforts, but Burke didn’t seem disappointed. He swept his thumb along Chase’s chin, gathering what Chase had lost and slipping it back inside.
Chase sucked Burke’s thumb, and Burke groaned again. “Good boy. Now you swallow.”
Chase swallowed.
Burke withdrew his thumb. “Say, ‘Thank you, Alpha.’”
“Thank you, Alpha.”
Burke tucked his softened cock back into his sweats. The look in his eyes was no less hungry than before as he sat on the bed, patting his thick thighs. “Come here.”
Chase scrambled up, hyperaware now of his painfully hard cock. He climbed onto Burke’s lap, and Burke wrapped an arm around Chase’s back and pressed Chase’s head down until it was nestled into the crook of Burke’s neck and all Chase could breathe were Burke’s sex-rich pheromones.
A hand wrapped around Chase’s cock. He whimpered.
“Sh,” Burke soothed. “It’s okay, sweet boy. I’ve got you.”
He started jerking Chase off, and he must have put lotion or something in his hand, because it was an easy glide. He was still fully clothed, and Chase was naked on his lap. There was something vaguely humiliating about that, but of course that only made Chase’s dick harder and his head foggier.
He wanted to come. He wanted Burke’s cock in his mouth again. He wanted to tongue at Burke’s balls because he’d forgotten to do that when he’d had the chance.
Chase settled for mouthing desperately at Burke’s warm neck, huffing the alpha’s pheromones like a drug as Burke jerked him off efficiently.
“You did so well, sweet boy. Your mouth was made for that, did you know? You earned every bit of that cum. You should be proud. So proud.”
The words wrapped around Chase like a warm blanket, and he was lost.
He was barely aware of his own orgasm, his entire body already alight in strange, foggy pleasure. He bit down hard on Burke’s neck as he trembled and spasmed, and Burke grunted.
“That’s it. You deserve it.”
And for a moment—spent and lust-drunk and in a strange headspace he’d never been in before—Chase believed him.