Chapter 5 Loverboy
Loverboy
Mads
Ipush the door, and nothing happens.
I push again.
Nothing.
I try the winning combination. It glows green instead of red, but the door remains locked. That’s when I see the second lock, out of reach.
Fuck.
I turn to Locke, who is still checked out. He looks like a pretty Greek statue. All forlorn, with soulless eyes, and a beautiful body. I pull myself off the carpet and lean towards him. I have to hold on to the bars to keep myself upright.
“Locke!” I shout-whine. “We need to get the fuck out of here.” He doesn’t look like he even heard me. “Come on, man. I bet you know the way.”
I grab his shoulder and shake.
His lips move minutely, and I lean in and can hear him mumbling. He’s not even here mentally right now.
I felt a tear in the bond hours ago. Was that him, or was that what caused this catatonic state? I guess it wasn’t a tear, so much as a pluck, like on a guitar string. I don’t know. It felt strange.
I think about him here when Oscar and Kol saw him.
Oscar told me in the parking lot out front of the aquarium that Kol was infatuated with Locke, and that Oscar didn’t stop him because he also was infatuated.
Was it his pretty looks? His pathetic disposition?
His deep need to care for others around him?
I like Locke for his tender touches and defeated sighs, myself.
Oscar wanted to come up with a plan to get Locke out of here, but Kol took the choice right out of everyone’s hands when he bit him. I can’t imagine it. It had to have been intense.
Locke wasn’t in on some grand scheme to escape. Kol just bit him and probably dragged him out…
I look around, getting worried that Legs’s guys might come back any minute.
Fuck it.
I pull open the collar of his shirt and ram my face down onto the place where his neck and shoulder meet. My dull, regular human teeth dig into his skin as hard as I can bite.
“Fuck!” He pushes me away so hard that I slam into the bars. “Did you just fucking bite me! Goddamn! Fuck!”
The force of hitting the bars sends me flying right back into him, but he wraps his arms around me and helps me not fall onto the ground.
Our faces are close, and I can’t help but smile at his no longer dull face.
He’s awake! He’s looking at me with shocked confusion.
I lean down and kiss my bite quickly as a consolation.
“Oh, hello, Locke, welcome to the situation. I’m trying to rescue you, but I kind of need you present for it.”
“Rescuing…” Locke, with clear eyes, sees the room and the cage we are in, then he turns to me, holding on tightly. “We’re here.”
“What do you remember?”
He huffs out a laugh, and I hold him tighter.
“Everything, I guess. You’re here. Why are you here?”
“Definitely not everything then. I was taken with you.”
His eyes dart to my lips, and my stomach flips.
Locke told Acadia he was going to ask me out. I remember his hands massaging my scalp when he dyed my hair. Was he thinking about asking me out then?
When did he decide he liked me? I also look at his lips. It’s only fair. Locke is a pretty man. While Oscar is handsome and Kol is hot, Locke is pretty. He’s got green eyes. Not like Cadi’s, which are bright. Locke’s green eyes are mossy and yellow. His lips are peachy and kissable.
I didn’t think I was into blondes.
“Mads,” Locke whispers.
“Yeah?”
“I feel what you feel when you’re close like this…”
“And what do you feel?”
“Like you’d be ok if I kissed you.” I watch him as his eyes click from my eyes back to my lips. “Instead of escaping.”
I shrug, and he smiles. This brings me immense joy.
“Acadia is in heat, Mads. I am horny like an avalanche. I don’t know what’s happening right now between you and me, and I don’t want to presume that you are feeling what I’m feeling…”
He kisses me.
He’s only a couple of inches taller than me, but since he’s holding me up, he’s able to turn my head down and come down on me.
I accept his kiss full-heartedly and with my whole tongue.
I take over the kiss, making him follow my lead.
Our tongues lick across each other, and the motion causes both of us to go hard.
I push into him. And he pushes into me, like any space between us is offensive. He moans, and I moan back.
Yummy.
“Mads,” he breathes over my lips. He wants to tell me something, but I want to keep kissing him. “Mads, please.”
Oh fuck me.
Begging.
I can feel both of us start to shake. He’s shaking because he’s desperate for something. I’m shaking because I love a desperate man.
They are my undoing.
My hand goes up his throat and grabs his jaw. I keep his face on mine. I can taste that desperation. I can taste his unmitigated desire. It’s mine. All mine.
His cock is so hard that I can rub against it and elicit more beautiful sounds from my alpha. I wonder if I can make him come in his pants by just rolling my hips into him?
His whimpering seems to validate that experiment.
A whimpering, desperate alpha. Oh, how lucky I am.
When I went down on Cadi, Locke only assisted me. He pulled open her pussy lips so I could access her clit, and he breathed into my ear, urging me on.
Now I get to focus solely on him.
“Mads, please.”
“Ok, fine, Loverboy, what do you need? What can I do for you?” I let him pull back. His face is slack, and his bee-stung lips are shiny from our kisses.
“We need to fuck. Or suck. Or something. My cock hurts. Cadi is…” I make shushing noises. He’s holding me, and I’m consoling him.
“Help me get on my knees.” His head is full of butterflies right now, so it takes him a second, but then he does as I say like a good boy and helps me to my knees.
I bury my face in his pants-covered crotch.
I pull his hips and rub my face against his hard cock.
His hands go out wide and hold on to the bars of the cage.
He smells so good. I can tell how much he wants this.
Needs this. Can’t live without this. I blow hot air through his clothes onto his cock, and he groans in favor, so I do it again.
I put my mouth over the shape of him, testing out the size. Oh my god, he’s got a nice, big cock for me. I rub my open mouth and wet lips up and down.
Then I fall into it. The moving. The moaning. The mouthing. I want more and more, and he gives me more. He smells amazing. He feels amazing. My fingers dig into his muscles on his thigh and ass. He’s so strong. Alphas are all tall and strong. He’s no exception.
My shoulders dig into the front of his thighs, and I don’t let up, rubbing into his crotch.
“Mads! Fuck, Mads! This is going to make me…” His body is still shaking from earlier, but now it’s quaking.
I’m not ready to stop. I want this, wherever this leads us.
I am making him feel so good, and I want to give him everything.
I blow hot air and moan into him, then rub him with my whole face.
I get back into that rhythm that was making him go crazy.
His hand grabs onto my hair, and he tries to hold me still, but I don’t.
I lean into him with all of my weight. I want this.
I want to see where this goes, all the way to the end.
“Fuck!” I feel the wetness of his cum through his pants, but I also feel his orgasm in his entire body, like an electric shock.
Locke is coming. He’s coming in his pants because of what I did to him.
I press my tongue to the wet spot and try to taste as much of it as I can. I run my nose over it, too.
“Good boy, Locke. Good fucking job.”
His haggard breath makes it impossible for him to say words, but he makes loud grunting sounds.
Beautiful.
He pulls me up to my feet, and I frown. If he’s able to do that, then he’s not done yet. Maybe he will take his pants off, and I can get a better look at what he’s working with.
There’s a mechanical click sound.
It’s the sound of the door opening all the way on the other side of the room. We both stiffen up, and then Locke frantically tries to push me behind him.
“Locke O’Bannon,” a horrifyingly deep timbered voice says through the empty room. “What sort of naughty things have you been doing in here?”