Chapter 37
WARREN
Warren sat in the back of Harland’s SUV, seatbelt on, his hands running up and down Marcus’s sides as the huge alpha straddled his lap and kissed him.
With his hand in Warren’s hair, tugging and yanking, Marcus licked into his mouth with furious passion and ground his denim-clad cock into his stomach.
“Are you going to be good for me?” he asked, pinching Warren’s nipple through his shirt.
Warren arched his hips, overwhelmed by the sheer size of Marcus’s body as he loomed over him. “I will. I’ll be good. I promise.”
Harland, in the driver’s seat, watched them in the rear-view mirror.
“How good?” Marcus demanded.
“So good,” Warren breathed.
Marcus rose up, breaking the kiss, and squeezed his jaw. “Give me examples.”
Warren couldn’t think of a single thing.
“I’ll do everything you say.”
Marcus squeezed his jaw harder. “Like what?”
Warren was almost hyperventilating – he was so turned on and nervous. Marcus was looking at him with the most domineering and stern expression he’d ever seen in his life. It should have been terrifying, but he had the comforting sense that underneath his stern demeanor, Marcus was grinning at him.
“I’ll suck your cock and squeeze your knot.”
Marcus chuckled, his lips lifting in a smirk that had no business being attractive. “Will you now? Do you think you deserve to worship my cock?”
Warren nodded. He did. He absolutely did.
Marcus huffed out a quick laugh, the grin that Warren had known was lurking under the surface coming to the fore.
Marcus pushed his thumb between Warren’s lips, stroking roughly over his teeth. “I’m not so sure. I think you’re a greedy little slut who’s gotten too used to having his way.” He ground his cock into Warren’s stomach. “I think you need to be punished.”
Warren tried to open his mouth so that he could suck on Marcus’s thumb, but the alpha wouldn’t let him.
The idea of being punished sent a thrill of arousal straight down into Warren’s balls.
“Look at you, turned on by the idea of getting punished.” Marcus pushed Warren’s upper lip up to his nostrils, rubbing over his gums. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Fuck me,” Warren mumbled, his cheeks squished by Marcus’s tight grip on his chin.
This was awesome. Marcus was acting like the dom daddy bully of his dreams, and it was just over-the-top enough that it felt like they were playing.
If Marcus had reined himself in a little, made his character more subtle, Warren didn’t think he’d be able to handle it.
“I think I will,” Marcus said, withdrawing his thumb but keeping his grip on Warren’s chin. He leaned down and kissed him. “I think I’m going to fuck you so hard your sister will wonder why you’re limping down Mainstreet.”
“Okay, nope,” Warren said, wrenching his lips away from Marcus’s mouth. “Don’t mention my sister. Weird. Too weird.”
Marcus let out an embarrassed laugh, the dominant persona he’d adopted dropping away. “Noted.”
“Okay, now keep bullying me.”
Marcus let go of his chin and slapped his face. It wasn’t hard – more of a tap – but it still shocked Warren to his core and made him stare up at Marcus with wide eyes.
“Are you going to be good?” Marcus asked, his expression stern.
Warren nodded.
“Open your mouth.”
Warren obeyed.
Gathering his spit, broadcasting his intention and making Warren’s heart race, Marcus pushed his thumbs into the corners of Warren’s lips and spit into his mouth.
Warren could feel the wad of saliva landing on his tongue and pool behind his teeth.
“Swallow.”
Closing his mouth, Marcus’s thumbs pulling on the inside of his cheeks, Warren swallowed.
Marcus smiled, the expression satisfied and mean. He looked every inch the bully, and Warren realized that he’d taken Warren’s instruction literally.
He was actually bullying him.
Warren might be in love.
“Look at you with that stupid look on your face,” Marcus said, pulling on Warren’s cheeks with his thumbs and stretching them out. “You’re just loving this.”
He gathered his spit again, but this time he hit Warren between his eyes. Saliva ran down the side of Warren’s nose and over his lip.
“How far should I take this?” Marcus asked.
He used his palm to smear his spit all over Warren’s face, his rough movements dragging on Warren’s cheeks and squishing his nose.
“Should I make you bark like a puppy?” He lodged another wad of spit on Warren’s forehead.
“Or maybe I should go for a run and smother your face with my sweaty ass when I come home? Is that what you want, Warren? Or maybe” – Marcus pushed four fingers into Warren’s mouth and made him choke – “what I should do is strap a spreader-gag in this hole you call a mouth and piss down your throat.”
Warren came in his pants, the horrible threats spewing from Marcus’s mouth making him feel lightheaded and shaken to his very core.
Marcus chuckled, the sound downright evil. He withdrew his fingers from Warren’s mouth and leaned down to kiss him, licking over his lips and all over his face. When he pulled away, Warren was in a daze.
“Good boy.”
Warren placed his hands on Marcus's huge pecs, attempting to create some distance between himself and the alpha. He felt dizzy, his orgasm not even putting a damper on his lust.
It took him several minutes to gather himself. When he did, his first question was, “You’re not going to pee in my mouth, right?”
Marcus grinned. “I mean, at some point I probably will.”
Warren was shocked. “What?”
“I mean, pissing in your mouth sounds fun.” Warren couldn’t tell if Marcus was serious or if he was still acting the bully. “And in your hole. Imagine what it will feel like when you’re all plugged up with my knot and I start filling you up with piss. You’ll feel like you’re going to explode.”
As he spoke, Marcus pushed his fingers down over Warren’s belly button.
“Let’s put a pin in that,” Warren said. He grabbed a hold of Marcus’s forearm and pulled his hand away from his belly. “A huge pin.”
Marcus didn’t push. He dismounted from Warren’s lap and dropped down next to him with a happy sigh.
He sat with his thighs spread, boot pushing into Warren’s space on the floor, and cupped his bulge.
Turning his face to Warren, he licked his lips and winked.
“I made you come in your pants by talking dirty to you.”
Warren looked at him, staring at his cocky expression and easy slouch, and wondered how it was possible for someone to be so hot in real life. Marcus had spit on him and all Warren had wanted to do in response was say, ‘Thank you, sir, may I have another?’
“Do you still piss, Harland?” Marcus asked, running a hand through his hair and looking up at Harland in the driver’s seat. When he lifted his arm, the scent of his musky sweat hit Warren like a delicious cologne.
“Don’t be crude,” Harland said, his face expressionless where it observed them in the mirror.
Marcus turned back to Warren. “I think that’s a no,” he whispered conspiratorially.
Warren had never thought about Harland’s bodily functions. He knew that he produced spit and come, but he’d never wanted to think about the topic beyond that.
“You’re pushing me,” Harland warned, his gaze fixed on Marcus’s cocky face in the rearview mirror.
“I’m so scared,” Marcus teased.
Harland narrowed his eyes, and Warren knew that as soon as they got back to the house, the two of them would be at each other’s throats.
He was pretty sure it would be a friendly fight.
“So, what was it that made you come?” Marcus asked, lifting his arm and draping it across Warren’s back.
“Sitting on my face,” Warren said, though he wasn’t sure if it was that or the horrifying watersports kink that Marcus might have woken in him.
Marcus tightened his arm around the back of Warren’s neck. “Yeah? Do you want me to smother you with my big muscular butt?”
Warren nodded. “Yes, please.”
Marcus laughed. “That can absolutely be arranged.”
The insides of his underwear sticky with his spilled load, the liquid cooling and turning gross, Warren sat under Marcus’s arm and watched the dark road ahead of them.
When they got to the house, Harland parked the SUV in the garage. Max’s truck was already there, and Warren wondered if Harland had driven slow so that he could enjoy the show Warren and Marcus had put on in the back seat.
The cool air of the garage was a shock after the heated confines of the SUV.
As soon as Marcus and Harland had both exited the vehicle, Harland tackled Marcus to the floor and an intense wrestling match began between the SUV and Max’s truck.
Max poked his head into the garage and, seeing the two alphas rolling on the floor, walked down to stand next to Warren. “What’s this about?” he asked.
“I think Harland is just worked up,” Warren answered. “And Marcus was teasing him because he wouldn’t say whether or not he pees.”
“He doesn’t,” Max said, pulling Warren back when the wrestling alphas suddenly rocked toward them. “How did that even come up?”
“He’s just jealous he can't piss in Warren’s hole,” Marcus volunteered, getting Harland in a headlock and pinning him on his back.
Max looked confused, and then his mouth twisted in a grimace. “What? Why would you want to – that’s so gross.”
Max’s reaction to watersports – his normal reaction – made Warren feel like an absolute freak for not having the same response.
“Don’t judge my kinks, asshole,” Marcus growled, snarling when Harland managed to get out of his headlock and flip them over.
Headlocks didn’t work so well on people who didn’t need to breathe, Warren supposed.
“Sorry,” Max said, turning to Warren. “Should we give them some privacy, or…?”
He wagged his brows and nodded at the door into the house.
Harland and Marcus released each other and sprang to their feet.
“Prep his hole,” Marcus said.
“Get him ready,” Harland agreed.
Warren stared at the three alphas, their combined attention making him feel very small.