Chapter 4 Marcus #3
“We’re in public,” Warren balked, looking around. They were in view of a few of the tables, but not the bar or any staff, and no one was looking their way.
“That’s why I’m going to keep it in my pants. Now are you going to be a good boy and put your face in my lap?”
Warren looked around a second time, his breaths coming in short little puffs of air, before bending down and putting his face over Marcus’s lap.
Supporting himself on his elbows, Warren stopped his descent before his nose made contact with Marcus’s bulge.
That wouldn’t do.
“All the way down.” Marcus grabbed Warren by the neck and shoved him face down into his crotch, grinding him into his bulge and swallowing down a lascivious moan.
His cock throbbing, Warren’s lips mouthing at the base of his shaft, Marcus luxuriated in the feeling of having Warren exactly where he belonged.
“You’re allowed to touch me,” Marcus said, noticing Warren’s clenched fists. He stopped pushing Warren into his cock and waited. After a second of indecision, Warren reached up and placed his hand on Marcus’s thigh.
Squeezing down, the tips of his fingers digging into the muscle of Marcus’s thigh, Warren started a timid exploration of Marcus’s quads.
A shudder ran down Marcus’s spine. He chuckled. “That’s a good boy.”
Warren’s response to the praise was to rub his face against the bulge of Marcus’s cock.
“Do you feel how hard I am for you?” Marcus shifted his grip from the back of Warren’s neck to his hair. He took a firm hold of the silky locks and gave them a quick tug, testing the boy’s reaction to something a bit sharper than manhandling.
Warren moaned, the scent of arousal thickening, and mumbled a nonsense reply. The feeling of his lips moving against Marcus’s rock-hard cock was heavenly.
Spreading his legs, Marcus let out a grunt of pleasure and slumped back in his seat. “Yeah, you do.” He pushed Warren deeper between his legs, guiding his head between his thighs so that his nose was pressed into his balls.
Holding Warren between his legs, pushing his face into his bulge, Marcus was right on the verge of shooting his load into his underwear like an out-of-control teenager.
“Use your mouth on it a little.”
Warren obeyed, and Marcus bared his teeth at the sensation of Warren’s lips moving against his balls.
He let Warren make out with his bulge for a few minutes, hovering on the razor-thin edge of orgasm, the front of his suit getting drenched as Warren did his best to suck his cock through his suit.
Gut clenched, it took everything Marcus had not to come.
The sound of the waitress approaching with their drinks pulled Marcus’s focus away from Warren’s ministrations. He glanced up, meeting her gaze just before she caught sight of what was going on.
Her eyes went comically wide, a blush taking over her face, and she did a hasty one-eighty.
“Okay, that’s enough.” Marcus pulled Warren up and tucked him back under his arm. He held him close and kissed the top of his head. “We don’t want to get carried away.”
Warren didn’t respond. He was breathing fast, his eyes glassy with arousal, and he looked like he wanted nothing more than to go right back to pushing his face into Marcus’s balls.
He looked feral.
As he came back to himself, the blush returned to his cheeks and he looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up.
The embarrassment was cute.
“Relax.” Marcus grinned, turning Warren’s head and pushing his face into his armpit. He curved his arm so that he could hold Warren’s head in place against his chest. “You’re fine. No one is looking at us. I promise.”
The waitress was long gone, so Marcus wasn’t even lying.
Warren held his breath, his body tense, but after a few beats he relaxed and slumped into Marcus’s embrace. When Marcus finally released him, he righted himself with an almost startled look, like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening.
Marcus, for his part, was thrilled. While grinding Warren’s face into his crotch and armpit hadn’t erased the scent of the other alpha, it had added a nice bit of Marcus’s own scent to the mix. Breathing it in, nostrils flaring, Marcus savored the way his musk clung to Warren’s skin.
He took another deep breath.
To his surprise, the scent of the other alpha wasn’t nearly as obnoxious and off-putting as he’d first thought. Inhaling through his nose, Marcus was forced to admit that the combination of his and the other alpha’s scent mingling with Warren’s was… nice.
Maybe, Marcus mused, he wouldn’t jump straight to violence when he tracked down the other wolf. He’d obviously have to assert his dominance, but depending on how things played out, he might have to rethink his plan to rip off his limbs and stomp him to death.
“I think those are our drinks.”
Marcus was pulled out of his musings by Warren nodding at the approaching waitress. There was no hint on her expression that she’d witnessed their earlier behavior, and Marcus decided to double her tip.
She set the drinks down and took a step back. “Can I get you anything else?”
Marcus shook his head. “No, that will be all. Thank you.”
Watching her go, Marcus took a sip of his scotch before turning his attention fully back to Warren. The boy had ordered a gin and tonic, and judging by the expression on his face as he sipped it, he was not enjoying it.
“Not good?” Marcus asked, taking another sip of his scotch.
Warren blushed. “It’s fine.” He took another sip and visibly controlled his expression. “I just thought I’d try something new.”
Marcus laughed. “You don’t have to drink it.” He chugged the rest of his scotch. “How about we head over to the restaurant for dinner?”
“Sure,” Warren said. They both exited the booth.
“Or…” Marcus put his hand on Warren’s neck and gave it a squeeze. “We could head up to my room and work up an appetite before ordering room service. It’s up to you…”
“Sure,” Warren said, his voice cracking adorably. He cleared his throat. “That sounds good.”
Marcus leaned down and captured his lips in a quick kiss, barely restraining himself from picking the boy up and tossing him over his shoulder.
“You taste good,” Marcus growled, licking over Warren’s jaw.
“You…” Warren didn’t finish the sentence.
“I know,” Marcus said, chuckling and rising back up to his full height and tucking Warren in under his arm. “Let’s get out of here.”