Chapter 14 #2
I yank open the door to my trailer and usher him up the stairs. Once inside, I push him against the wall. “Are you doing it to win her favor, or because you want to take care of her?”
His jaw drops a little, and he starts to pant softly, his chest rising and falling against my hands. His pupils dilate, and his aroused scent hits me. I can’t keep the amused smile off my face.
“I know you love being under my hands, but focus for a second, and then you can get a reward, yeah?” I say softly.
He whimpers a little under the pressure and nods his head rapidly.
“Do you want to take care of her, or do you want her to know you’re taking care of her?
Because I don’t think you can do both, not right now.
Once she knows, she’ll put a stop to it. ”
“I want to take care of her. I need to.” His voice is desperate, and I know it’s for more reasons than one as his cock stiffens, pressing against mine through our pants.
“I didn’t expect it to get worse than at the nesting store, but seeing her hurt…
” He groans as I thrust my hips into his, grinding our lengths together through our jeans.
Sometimes, Quinton gets so wound up, so lost in his head, that I have to shock him out of it. Right now, he’s on a loop that demands he take care of Alex, and I need to get his focus onto something a bit more attainable.
“Keep going,” I whisper against the soft flesh of his neck, my lips teasing him.
He groans, throwing his head back against the wall. His chest is heaving, and his fingertips are digging into my hips. “Seeing her hurt made me feel like I wasn’t sick anymore.”
I pause my movements. “What do you mean?”
“It felt like the layer of fog that I’ve lived with was lifted. It’s hard to describe.” He takes in a shuddering breath, his eyes falling closed. “I felt like I could almost scent her. Like it was right there, if I reached for it. And I would’ve done anything to get it so I could take care of her.”
I kiss down the curve of his neck, my hands still firmly pressed against his chest. Not like he’d go anywhere at this point.
“We’ll figure it out, Q,” I tell him, dropping to my knees.
“I promise. If you felt better when your instincts were activated, that lends veracity to your theory.” I undo the button of his jeans, slowly inching them down his thighs.
“We will be soft, and gentle, and delicate as we explore the possibility, but we will figure out if she’s ours, okay?
” Next to go are his black briefs as I slide them down, admiring the way moisture pools at the tip of his cock.
His knot is halfway inflated, and I wrap my hand around it.
“I promise, Alpha, we’ll find out. And once we do, we’ll make her ours.” He groans as I stroke up his cock. I lean forward to lap at its head. “Now, you’ve been a very good Alpha, listening to your Beta. I think you deserve a reward.”
“Please,” he whines, hips thrusting at me, dragging my hand down the shaft. “I need you, Teo.”
I love it when he’s desperate for me. It’s a powerful feeling, knowing that I have this man at my mercy. Taking him in my mouth, I groan and roll my eyes at the taste of him. I grow impossibly harder, giving into the urge to undo my pants and pull my cock out just for the pressure relief.
Sucking him down, my nose bumping against his knot, has him gripping my hair and thrusting into my mouth. I smack his thigh, pulling off his cock.
“Did I tell you you could fuck my face?”
“No, but…”
“No, what?” I ask, sitting back on my heels and fisting my cock. His eyes track my hand, and he licks his lips. “No, what?” I ask again.
“No, Beta.”
I smile, taking his cock in my free hand. I pump them at the same pace, staring up at my Alpha.
Sometimes, I’m in control of a scene, and at other times, Quinton is. We switch back and forth on who tops more often than not. So our designations, Alpha and Beta, truly mean nothing in terms of ranking in our relationship.
I’m proud to be his Beta, just as he is proud to be my Alpha. Beta is not synonymous with submissive any more than Alpha is with dominant, despite what society will try to tell us.
And it’s never more obvious than when I have my Alpha in my hand, writhing and thrashing for relief that only I can grant him.
I pull him into my mouth again, sucking hard and stroking, relishing in his swears and groans. It’s hard to give myself attention, too, but I manage, and as I feel him thickening in my mouth, I inch closer to the edge with him.
“I’m going to come,” he pants out, feeding his fingers in my hair and pulling tight but not thrusting. “Please, please, please, can I come? Can I please?”
We lock eyes, his strange gray ones watering with desire.
I nod and suction hard, and he explodes in my mouth.
With three strokes I join him, cum splattering on the linoleum floor of my trailer.
Quin slips down the wall and reaches for me.
I climb into his lap, letting him use me for all of his nurturing tendencies.
Even when I’m in control of a scene, his aftercare is always caring for me.
He’s a nurturer, through and through.
I shouldn’t be surprised that he has Alex in his sights. A wounded bird he wants to nurse back to health.
As he buries his face in my neck, inhaling my scent, I can feel his body relax beneath me.
For now, his pain is okay.
For now, his brain is clear.
And I’m going to enjoy it while I can.