Chapter 7
BACK TO THE OLD GRIND
ELIAS
Link had ruined me.
He’d spent the entire weekend draining me dry, so I thought it would be safe to go back to work. It was fine. For a while anyway.
But then he had an hour-long break between clients because of a cancellation, and well… then it wasn’t so fine.
I stared at him from across the room, watching him do shoulder presses before he moved on to chest presses. He had worked up a sweat, drops of it clinging to the ends of his curly brown hair and running down his face.
It was obscene. It was wrong. It was making my fucking cock ache. But more than that, it was making my chest ache. It was almost like a supply and demand thing. The more Link demanded, the more my body seemed to supply.
I felt the telltale tingling. A sign I knew like the back of my hand at this point. I was about to start leaking. At work. Again. Fucking ridiculous.
I glanced down at the clock on the desk. There were another forty minutes before Link’s next client, and I had lunch in ten, so if I played my cards right, I could have an empty chest for the rest of my shift.
Drumming my fingers on the desk, I thought it over. It would be stupid to do at work. But even more stupid would be leaking through my shirt again. Mind made up, I rounded the desk and made a beeline for Link.
When he saw me coming, he stopped mid-rep and sat up. “Everything okay?”
“My chest is full,” I said, keeping my voice low so no one could overhear me.
Link’s eyes lit up. “Yeah?”
I barely resisted the urge to roll my eyes. He was like a dog with a bone. Or, more accurately, a puppy with milk. “Yes. I’m taking lunch in a few. Do you want to help me?”
He dropped the weights on the floor in front of him, nodding so hard his hair bounced around on his head. “Yes. The answer is yes. Will always be yes. I’ll even add a please if you need me to.”
Not necessary. Not right now, at least. Right now, I just needed the pressure to ease so I could work.
“Meet me in the employee bathroom in five minutes. Back stall.”
When Link came into the bathroom exactly five minutes later, I already had my shirt pulled up and was massaging my sore pecs.
“Elias?”
“In here.”
He opened the stall door, his eyes widening as he took me in. “Fuck.”
“Lock the door.” He did, then he turned to face me. “We don’t have a lot of time. What are you waiting for? Permission?”
He stared at me for a second before nodding slightly. “Maybe.”
Fuck. Why was that so hot? “You have it. Now be a good boy and come drain me dry.”
He was on me in an instant, a loud moan rumbling in his throat as he sucked my swollen nipple into his mouth. “Shh,” I whispered, stroking his hair as my head fell back against the wall with a thunk. “You have to be quiet.”
I closed my eyes, listening to the sounds of his greedy swallows and soft whimpers. Stroking his hair, I let the relief wash over me. “You’re doing so well. Fuck, that feels good.”
He shifted, and I opened my eyes in time to see him cup his cock through his athletic shorts. “What are you doing?”
Popping off my nipple, he looked up at me. “I’m so fucking hard.”
Well, that made two of us. “Take yourself out,” I said softly.
Link smirked at me. “But this is for you, remember?”
Smug bastard. “Tell you what. If you can come before you drain me, I’ll allow it. If not, you’ll have to wait.”
He huffed, working his cock free. “Should be easy enough. I’m always on fucking edge with you and your taste and your scent.”
I could barely see past his hand, but from what I could tell, his shaft was as thick as mine and maybe a bit longer. What really got me, though, was the thick metal ring piercing the head.
I opened my mouth to speak but fell silent when he drew my nipple back into his mouth, resuming his near-frantic sucking. Questions could come later.
“Fuck,” I groaned, as the sound of him jerking off reached my ears.
His scent deepened. The rich notes of sandalwood and something more spicy thickened in the air around us until I was nearly choking on it.
If I smelled anywhere near this good to him, it was no wonder he was so fucking feral for me.
He was trying to be quiet, but with each pull on my nipple and each sloppy, wet tug on his dick, his noises were pitching up, his breaths coming faster and faster.
He switched to the other, and I threaded my fingers through the thick strands of his hair, yanking him closer. My fingers flexed, tugging and pulling on them.
His scent was intoxicating, and between it and the sounds of his choked-off moans, I was losing my mind. I grabbed my cock, rubbing it through my pants as he panted against my chest.
I was almost empty, so I stroked myself faster while tugging on his hair. “Almost gone, Link. If you wanna come, you better hurry.”
No sooner had the words left my mouth than his body tensed, and my nipple fell from his lips as he groaned loudly. I looked down in time to see thick ribbons of his cum cover the floor in front of him.
It was too much. My dick pulsed against my hand, jerking as I shot my load into my briefs. I bit my bottom lip hard, trying to stay quiet.
So much for not making a mess of my clothes.
Link rested his forehead against my shoulder as we worked to catch our breath.
“Do you have extra pants I can wear?”
“In my locker.” He paused for a second. “Did I do good?”
The question surprised me, but I nodded, even though he wasn’t looking. I tilted my head forward, pressing my lips to his wild curls. “So good. So fucking good. My good boy.”
Link
I was half-asleep when the knock came at my bedroom door. Looking over to the side, I stared at the clock on my nightstand table. It was damn near three in the morning. “Yeah?” I called out.
The door slowly opened, the hallway light illuminating Elias from behind. He rubbed his eyes, his lips pulled into a frown. “I’m so full it hurts.”
I moved the blankets out of the way, sitting upright in the bed. I squinted at him, the same amount of weariness in my eyes as his. “Come here, I’ll take care of it.”
“I don’t want any funny business. I just want it gone.”
“No funny business, then.”
He walked until he was right by my bed, his lips puffed out into a pout. “You promise?”
I drew an x over my heart. “Cross my heart. Now, come here, I’ll make it all better.”
Elias pulled the blankets further away, scooting into the spot beside me. He leaned against the headboard, his eyes falling shut with a sigh. “I shouldn’t have waited so long, but I was so tired. I’m still so tired.”
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry. Here, lie on your side.
” I moved a little to give him more room, waiting until he pulled his shirt off and got situated.
He wasn’t kidding about being full—he was already leaking.
Pulling the blankets with me, I scooted down until I was facing his chest, right in front of his nipple. “Just relax, okay?”
He nodded. “I just want to be empty again. God, you have no idea how much it aches after a while. It hurts, Link.”
I leaned forward, cupping his pec with my hand and gently wrapping my lips around his nipple.
The rush was immediate, milk flowing rapidly.
I had to tilt my head a bit to swallow it all, but the moment I heard him sigh in relief, his warm, sweet milk coating my tongue, the entire world seemed to slip away.
We were both tired; that was for sure. Elias started to stroke my hair—slow, long, gentle strokes of contentment as I emptied him.
“God, that feels so much better already,” he whispered. “I couldn’t sleep; it was hurting so bad.”
I hummed against his nipple, flicking my tongue over it gently. I wanted to make sure I was getting every last drop, just for him. I’d do anything to make him feel better, really. Whether that was dropping to my knees and begging or nursing from him at three in the morning.
When the flow came to a halt, I switched sides.
It was a bit of a reach, but I’d manage the discomfort for him.
I didn’t mind. His other pec was even fuller, starting off with a gush.
He wrapped his arms around my back, holding me to him.
I nuzzled further into his chest, sucking and licking at the delicious milk he was feeding me.
There was no need to turn it into anything different. It was just us, together, sharing a moment only we got to experience with each other. The alpha in me was happy about that, finding comfort in the idea that Elias wasn’t sharing this with anyone else.
I let out a low, happy growl, subtly vocalizing that he was mine without making it too big of a deal. He trusted me with this. He came to me to make him feel better.
The final drop hit my tongue, and I pulled off his nipple, looking up at him. He had a small smile on his face, his eyes droopy with exhaustion. “Thank you.”
I liked how he looked like this. For once, I could admit I enjoyed how he was looking down at me, like I was the only thing he ever needed to see. “Do you feel better?”
“So much better.”
“Good.”
A strand of his blond hair fell over his face.
I reached up, swiping it away, and keeping my hand there, frozen in total awe of him.
I held the side of his face, looking into his eyes and taking a moment to appreciate how badly I seemed to need him—in every way.
I couldn’t imagine not having him as my roommate, or my friend, or coworker.
Elias was a part of my life. A part I never wanted to change.
He petted the back of my hair, seemingly lost in the same thoughts I was.
So much had changed in the last few weeks, yet…
it didn’t seem like anything had changed at all.
I’d always been possessive and touchy with him.
Maybe it was my alpha trying to tell me something ahead of time, and his lactation was the catalyst.
The hand stroking my hair slowed just as Elias and I both slowly gravitated toward each other. We stopped just before our noses could touch. “Elias.”
“Yeah?”
I looked between his eyes. “I want to kiss you.”
His breath wafted across my face, heating the skin there. “You do?”
I nodded.
“Then why don’t you?”
I pulled his face closer to mine, pausing one more time. I wanted to give him another chance—another opportunity to back out. He didn’t move an inch. He actually closed his eyes, so I made the decision for him, bridging the gap between us and finally pressing my lips to his.