Chapter 22 Warren #3
Max stopped pushing, his body huge and tense where it loomed above him, and waited for permission to continue.
“I’m ready,” Warren said.
Max lowered his chest so that his pecs were pushing into the back of Warren’s head, thick biceps bracketing his face, and shifted his weight from his knees to his elbows. He kept his grip on Warren’s wrists, pushing them down into the mattress, and thrust his hips down.
Warren gasped, the feeling of Max’s cock drilling into him and filling him both painful and delicious. Max’s cock dragged over his prostate, sending little sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine, and the sheer stretch of his anal ring was its own excruciating pleasure.
When Max bottomed out, Warren could feel his leather-clad hips pressing down on his ass, his knees pushing down into the mattress on either side of Warren’s legs and keeping him pinned.
“You’re so tight,” Max grunted, rocking his hips in place.
“Feels good,” Warren said, gritting his teeth.
He wished that Max would reach down and pull him up against his chest like Marcus had done.
Seeing Max’s bicep flex in the periphery of his vision as he held himself up was nice, but it would be a million times nicer if those biceps were squeezing down on his head and crushing him up into Max’s pecs. “I want you to hold me.”
“Like this?” Max let go of Warren’s wrists and pushed his arm down between Warren and the mattress, holding him up against his chest.
“Both arms,” Warren demanded.
Max laughed. “I’d crush you.”
“Yes,” Warren moaned. He wriggled his ass and squeezed down on Max’s cock. “Crush me.”
“Yeah?” Max’s voice turned dark and dangerous. “Do you want me to dominate you? Squeeze you tight and fuck you hard?”
He rocked his hips, lifting up and pounding his hips down with a hard slap.
“Yes, please,” Warren said, pushing his face into the mattress so that he wouldn’t have to look at Max as he made his lecherous request.
“You got it.” Max lowered himself down, placing his full weight on Warren’s back, and reached his other arm down to wrap around his head.
He nestled Warren’s face into the crook of his elbow, Warren’s nose squished down into the bend, and tightened his arm.
Warren let out a cry as Max crushed his head within the triangle formed by his forearm, bicep, and pecs.
“I’m going to fuck you until your bed breaks,” Max growled, his hold on Warren’s head so tight that it was hard to breathe. Smothered and dominated and full of cock, Warren went boneless. He felt like he was floating, the world going hazy around the edges.
“Thank you,” Warren mumbled.
Max let out a surprised chuckle. He flexed his bicep, crushing Warren's head that much tighter for the duration of the flex, before lifting his hips and fucking Warren’s ass like a jackhammer drilling into concrete.
Warren felt himself float higher, grunting each time Max lifted his hips and slammed his cock down.
This was so nice, Warren mused, feeling like he was in a wonderful daze. Max was sweaty and hot on top of him, his scent saturating the sheets and air around him, and his cock moving in and out of his hole felt like heaven.
“Do you feel that?” Max growled, fucking him harder. The sound of his hips slapping down on Warren’s ass was rapid and loud. “Do you feel my knot?”
Warren did feel Max’s knot. It was beginning to inflate, stretching Warren a little wider with each thrust, warning him that Max was about to come.
“Feels nice,” Warren said, trying to squeeze down and keep Max’s cock inside of him.
Max shuddered, his rhythm stuttering. Knowing that he was right on the edge, Warren clenched down, timing the squeeze to when Max bottomed out and he could catch his knot.
Max didn’t stand a chance.
Hot spurts of come shot into Warren’s guts, filling him up as Max’s knot swelled and inflated inside of him.
“Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes!” Max chanted, crushing Warren’s head against his chest and rocking his hips with jerky little movements.
Warren realized that up until now, Max had been doing a good job of keeping his weight evenly distributed between Warren’s back and the elbow resting right next to his chest. He’d felt crushed, but he’d been able to breathe just fine.
As he came, Max let his weight fall down on top of him, and Warren struggled to inflate his lungs.
He didn’t mind. It only added to the nice floaty feeling.
Stretched to the brink, the huge knot pushing up against his prostate, Warren could feel his orgasm building. He could see it in the distance, like he was in a tunnel watching the light of a train coming at him that would hit any second.
“Touch my cock,” Warren pleaded. He could feel the orgasm coming, but he wanted it now.
Max rocked his hips and reached under Warren’s body, finding his cock and squeezing it roughly into his palm.
Vision going white, his hole clenching down hard enough on Max’s knot to have the alpha let out a pained grunt, Warren cried out in pleasure and spilled his load into Max’s hand.
He kept coming, Max rocking his knot into his hole and milking his cock, the pleasure building and building until it became unbearable.
Just when Warren thought that he would start crying from exhausted overstimulation, Max released both his cock and the tight hold he had on Warren’s head. He shifted positions, lifting himself up on his elbows and taking his weight off Warren’s back.
The sudden lack of pressure and weight holding him down was disorienting. All of a sudden, Warren could breathe – the cool air flowing over his sticky back, making goosebumps bloom on the back of his arms – leaving him feeling tired and blissed out in the aftermath of his orgasm.
Max bit him.
Warren jerked in surprise, and then everything faded away except for the feeling of teeth sinking into the back of his neck.
Max loomed over him, his teeth sunk into Warren’s flesh and staking his claim, his back arched up so that he could reach the point where Warren’s neck met his shoulder.
It hurt, but in a distant way, where it was buried under several layers of pleasure.
Warren assumed it was endorphins.
That made three alphas who had bitten him and claimed him as their own, Warren realized, and as Max licked over the wound, he almost thought he felt something stirring inside of him.
It was a weird feeling, there and gone, but for a moment he’d thought he could feel something that felt like Max, Harland, and Marcus moving inside the back of his mind.
Finished licking over his bite, Max pulled Warren into a little spoon position that mirrored the way they’d slept the night before. He stroked Warren’s stomach, pushing down gently and making Warren feel like he had to pee.
Warren wriggled, the touches just a little too hard.
“Are you trying to feel yourself through my stomach?” Warren asked, realizing all of a sudden what Max was doing.
Max froze.
“No,” he said, unconvincingly. Warren twisted his neck to glance up at him, disbelieving. Max huffed and kissed the top of his head. He looked happier than Warren had seen him since they had sex in the thrift store. “Maybe.”
Warren didn’t ask if he could feel himself. He didn’t want to know.
“Is your claim taking?” Warren asked, using the terminology he’d heard Harland and Marcus use when talking about bites.
“I think so,” Max said, his voice quietly pleased. “The bite is healing. That only happens if it’s successful.”
“Nice,” Warren said. He didn’t know what would have happened if Max had tried to claim him and failed, but he didn’t think it would be good.
They lay together, Max holding his hand over a spot an inch above his belly button that Warren did not want to consider the significance of, and enjoyed the tender aftermath of their lovemaking.
As he lay there, Warren couldn’t help the way his mind wandered.
“When you say ‘playroom,’” he said, thinking back to Max’s earlier comment about the toys he wanted to buy, “what do you mean by that, exactly?”
It had been bugging him. Warren wanted to know what he was getting himself into. He couldn’t decide if he was into the idea of a room for sex or severely weirded out.
Max smiled into his scalp, his fingers reaching up and tweaking Warren’s nipple.
“It’s just a guest bedroom where we put all of our sex toys, role-playing outfits, and bondage gear.”
That didn’t sound too bad, though the idea of bondage gear being its own category was pretty intimidating. That implied more than fuzzy handcuffs.
“Do you have a lot of those?” Warren asked.
“I wouldn’t say a lot.” Max’s voice was thoughtful. “I only started buying stuff in the past year or so. Most of the gear isn’t going to fit you, anyway, so we’re going to have to go shopping and get you your own stuff.”
“That’s okay; we don’t need-” Warren started to say, but Max made an excited sound in the back of his throat.
“You’ll fit all the stuff they have in stock in the store!” Max was practically vibrating, like he wanted to get up and go shopping right then and there. “We won't have to special-order. This is going to be so fun!”
The sleepy mood Max had been in a second ago had evaporated.
“What kind of stuff are you thinking about?” Warren asked. He was nervous to hear the answer.
Max squeezed him and rocked his hips, grinding his knot in a little circle and making Warren moan.
“Just fun stuff,” Max said. He pinched Warren’s nipple. “Some nice padded cuffs, a couple of collars, and maybe a straitjacket and some gags would be enough for our first trip.”
Warren choked on his own spit. That was the shopping list for the first trip.
“Oh, and of course we’ll have to get a whole new set of anal toys. Here, let me grab my phone and show you some of the stuff I was thinking about.”