Chapter 23 #2
Killian rubbed soothingly at Chase’s hips as he bottomed out.
Or he tried to be soothing, but it was probably more like a mindless pawing.
It just felt so fucking good inside him, Chase squeezing Killian so tightly as he shifted and panted and whimpered.
It had only been a week—why did it feel like months since Killian had been inside his beta?
Chase rose again, right to the tip, then slammed himself down, groaning loudly. “Oh god, Alpha. You feel good. You feel so good.”
Killian couldn’t help but kiss him again, wet and raw. And bless those fucking athlete’s thighs, as Chase bounced on his cock like he was made for it, whining into Killian’s mouth.
But Killian’s sweet beta wasn’t satisfied. His whines took on a plaintive tone as he fucked himself on Killian’s cock. “Alpha.”
“I know, baby.” Killian soothed him with another kiss. Or maybe he soothed himself, taking a detour and sucking on Chase’s neck so hard the hickey would be unmistakable in the morning.
Killian tackled Chase onto his back on the couch, withdrawing from that perfect warmth just long enough to flip him over onto his hands and knees.
Chase scrambled up, gripping onto the arms of the couch for dear life. Killian set one knee behind him, one foot on the floor for leverage, and then drove back into him like a desperate man.
“Oh fuck!” Chase cried.
Killian let go completely, let the beast inside him take over, pounding into his beta. His boyfriend. His future fucking mate.
“You’re going to come like this,” Killian told Chase, rough and low. “Filled by my cock. Don’t you dare touch that pretty dick, Chase Adler.”
Chase keened with the next thrust, maybe in acknowledgment or maybe not. Either way, he was good for Killian. He didn’t touch that pretty dick.
And still, he erupted mere minutes later, spurting all over Killian’s expensive Italian leather couch.
Good fucking boy. Killian told him so, biting at his shoulder to get the message across more fully.
He braced a hand on the couch arm, putting his whole weight into fucking Chase through his orgasm, drinking in every whimper and cry until the pressure building within him became too much, Killian’s balls high and tight and fit to burst.
Killian bit down on Chase’s shoulder again as he came, filling his beta with his cum, his ears buzzing so loudly he could barely hear Chase chanting, “Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” over and over.
When his hips had stopped their stuttered, determined press against Chase’s ass, Killian removed his teeth from Chase’s skin, licking at the indents he’d left.
He slowly and carefully dragged Chase’s limp form down from the couch arm, until Chase was on his back again, one leg behind Killian and one on his lap.
Killian massaged those muscled thighs, brushing at the coarse hair there. He stroked the soft skin along Chase’s creases. And then slowly—deliberately—he brushed his fingers along Chase’s soft cock.
Chase whimpered, automatically covering himself with one hand. “No,” he whined, his eyes still closed as he recovered from his orgasm. “I can’t. Not so soon.”
Killian hummed sympathetically as he knocked Chase’s hand away. “Color?”
“Fuck.” Chase threw the hand over his eyes instead, shoulders shuddering with his sigh. “Green.”
Killian could choose to be merciful right now. He could throw Chase’s thighs back and eat his lovely ass, give that poor cock a break as he worked his sweet boy up to another orgasm.
But Killian didn’t feel like being merciful or even particularly kind.
They’d already established he was a pushy fuck, and he felt like pushing now.
Felt like reminding Chase that Killian knew what was best for this delectable fucking body.
Felt like reminding him how perfectly Killian could drive Chase to his limits and beyond them.
So Killian stroked that pretty, soft cock. Petting its length, thumbing at the head (Chase really whimpered with that move), praising it in soft, low murmurs.
And then he shuffled back on the couch, leaning forward to take Chase’s limp cock into his mouth, sucking at the perfect, salty flesh.
Fucking delicious.
Chase let out a long, pained moan. Poor baby. So oversensitive.
Killian kept at it, sucking and licking as Chase whimpered his feeble protests. He sucked until Chase’s moans took on a different cant. Until his hips started twitching up in encouragement, and his cock thickened in Killian’s mouth.
It was Killian’s turn to moan, hollowing his cheeks as he grabbed Chase’s hips, encouraging him to lift up and fuck into his mouth.
Chase followed his lead, one arm still thrown over his eyes as he gave in to instinct and rocked up again and again, giving Killian exactly what he wanted.
It took long enough that Killian’s jaw began to ache, but eventually Chase’s back arched, his cry echoing in the quiet room as he shot into Killian’s mouth.
Killian drank it down, licking and swallowing until Chase was pushing frantically at his head, “Please. Fuck. No more.”
Killian chuckled lowly, wiping his mouth as he let Chase be.
Chase collapsed back onto the couch, his body still trembling with the aftershocks. “Shit.”
“Come, sweet boy,” Killian crooned. “Time for bed.”