Chapter 16
When Chad finally came, his whole body going tense, Peter took that as his cue to stop what he was doing and line his cock up with Chad’s hole. Chad’s cock was still spurting when Peter pushed into him, and Peter could feel his hole clench around his cock as he pushed inside.
“God you’re tight,” Peter growled, slamming his hips forward and burying himself balls deep.
Chad let out a grunt, pushing his ass back to meet Peter’s thrust. Peter leaned forward and lowered his chest down onto Chad’s back, blanketing him, and reached around to take hold of his cock before he started pounding him.
Peter angled every brutal thrust into Chad’s prostate, and he jerked his spent cock with firm, merciless strokes until Chad was a whimpering mess.
“Take it,” Peter growled, fucking Chad harder.
Chad whined and grunted, overwhelmed with everything he was feeling, and Peter grinned into his shoulder. He opened his mouth and bit down on the sensitive flesh, making Chad tremble violently. His teeth weren’t piercing skin, but Chad’s shoulder would have one hell of a bruise in the morning.
“You like that?” he asked darkly. “Like my mark on your skin?”
Chad made a keening sound that Peter interpreted as a yes.
He bit down harder, tasting blood, and Chad’s whole body went tense.
His ass squeezed down on Peter’s burgeoning knot as he came, and Peter tumbled right over the edge with him.
His cock throbbed with each spurt of come, over and over, his knot swelling as he filled Chad’s guts with his seed.
Locked in place, Chad’s nostrils flaring with every gasping breath, Peter let his weight crash down on Chad’s back. He couldn’t believe it was possible to feel this good.
Chad made a choking sound, and Peter took pity on him. He unbuckled the evil gag filling his mouth, throwing it to the side as Chad sputtered and coughed.
“Are you okay?” Peter asked, bringing his hand up to rub over Chad’s throat. His broad grip reached Chad from ear to ear, the black leather of his glove shiny from sweat, lube and come.
“So good,” Chad croaked, his whole body limp and slumped into the mattress. The way he just lay there, taking Peter’s weight without objection, made Peter’s gut feel all warm and prickly.
After a little while Peter rolled them over, his cock slipping out of Chad’s hole along with a gush of come. He scooped some of the mess up on the tip of his fingers, bringing it up to Chad’s mouth.
Chad laughed and angled his head away.
“Yeah, that’s a no,” he said, smiling and looking at Peter like he was both out of his mind and the best thing that ever happened to him.
Peter really wanted to feed Chad his load, make him eat every drop that he’d dared to let escape from his hole, but he didn’t push it.
He wiped his fingers on Chad’s chest instead and kissed his cheek.
“It’s just come,” he said, hooking his chin over Chad’s shoulder and pulling him flush against his chest.
“That’s been in my ass,” Chad countered.
Peter just grinned, closing his eyes and turning his nose into the space under Chad’s ear, breathing in the scent of him.
They lay like that for a while, but eventually Peter’s sweaty body went from feeling sexy to sticky and cold. He rose up from the bed, stripping off his chaps, boots and gloves and letting them fall to the floor, and then spent a minute just watching Chad.
The younger alpha was still wearing the heavy collar and the restrictive bondage mitts Peter had put him in, looking utterly debauched with his spent cock resting over his abs and his inner thighs glistening with the remnants of Peter’s load.
Peter wanted a picture. He walked over to where his suit pants were lying on the floor and retrieved his phone from the pocket, opening up the camera app and turning the lens on Chad.
Chad jerked at the sound of Peter snapping a picture.
“Are you taking a picture of me like this?” he asked, half amused and half horrified.
Peter grinned and nodded.
“You look good like this—all fucked out and submissive. I’m going to be jerking off to this like you wouldn’t believe the next time you head out.
Chad blushed, and Peter switched from picture mode to video.
“Show me your hole,” he commanded, making Chad’s blush deepen.
“What? No!” Chad objected, moving his hands to cover his cock instead. Peter’s eyes narrowed at the disobedience. He bent down and slipped his slim leather belt off his pants, holding it up like he was going to whip it down on Chad’s thigh.
“Show me your hole,” he repeated, making Chad’s eyes go wide and dark. When he still didn’t obey, Peter swung the belt in a wide arc and let it connect with the side of Chad’s thigh. He didn’t hit hard—keeping the strike just sharp enough to sting—but Chad still hollered.
“Chad,” Peter warned, holding the belt up again.
Chad was breathing hard, looking up at Peter with wide eyes, and his cock was sticking right up.
He slowly lifted his thighs to his chest, exposing his ass and his gaping hole.
It was still leaking Peter’s come, the edges red and angry, and Peter moved the camera closer.
“Finger it,” he commanded, making Chad gasp again. This time he didn’t hesitate to obey, but when he touched the sore opening he flinched and whimpered.
“Deeper,” Peter ordered, not at all satisfied with the tentative way Chad was exploring his abused rim. When Chad didn’t obey, Peter shoved his hand away and did it himself. He plunged three thick fingers into Chad’s hole, making him cry out as he spread his fingers wide and opened Chad back up.
“That’s it,” he growled, Chad whimpering and struggling to keep his legs lifted out of the way. “Fucking taking it.”
Peter kept his phone pointed at Chad’s ass, catching every moment of his rough exploration.
Then, wanting to make the video something he could really jerk off to, Peter rose up and placed the head of his now rock hard cock back at Chad’s opening. He shifted the phone up so that it was trained on Chad’s face, catching every whimper and grimace, and fucked his cock back into Chad’s hole.
Chad howled, tears pooling in his eyes, but between his legs his cock was as engorged as ever.
“Jerk yourself off for me,” Peter ordered, holding the phone up high so that he could get everything in the shot—the whole scene from Chad’s expressions to the sight of his hole being penetrated as he masturbated himself.
Peter fucked him hard, growling out a warning when Chad’s thighs trembled and he tried to lower his legs.
“Keep them up,” Peter ordered, grabbing Chad’s left thigh under the knee and pushing it down against his front. When he let go, Chad managed to keep both his legs up, though they spread out indecently wide. It was slutty and perfect and Peter caught every second on film.
“Can I come?” Chad asked, the hand on his cock slowing down as he straddled the edge of orgasm. His voice trembled.
“Do it,” Peter commanded, fucking him harder. Chad’s abs clenched and he shot his load, the first spurt traveling over his chest and landing on his chin. The remaining ejaculations landed all over his chest and abdominal muscles, and the sight was enough to have Peter shooting his load too.
“Fuck,” he growled, his hand nearly crushing the phone in his grip. He fucked Chad through his orgasm until his knot was too big to pull out, at which point he sank in balls deep with a sigh. He put his phone away and leaned down, licking the come off Chad’s jaw. It tasted salty on his tongue.
“Kiss me,” Chad said, the words coming out a plea. Peter grinned, pressing their foreheads together for a second before granting the request.
As they made out Peter’s knot deflated and slipped out of Chad’s hole.
Peter used the opportunity to manhandle Chad further up on the bed and lay down on top of him, resting his elbows on either side of the younger man’s arms and caging him in.
Their spent cocks pressed together, sticky and sensitive, and Peter busied himself kissing and licking into his mate’s mouth like they had all the time in the world.
He couldn’t believe he got to be this happy.
***
Later, after they’d showered and eaten a quick dinner, Peter found Chad in the kitchen making himself a milkshake.
“Do you want one?” Chad asked, dropping a banana into the blender and looking at Peter over his shoulder. His hair was still damp from the shower and Peter’s fingers itched to run through it.
“No, thanks. I’m good.” Peter sat down at the kitchen table and watched Chad curiously. “Why didn’t you just have a milkshake sent up if that’s what you wanted?”
Peter was pretty sure there hadn’t been any ice cream in the freezer, which meant that Chad had called down to the kitchen for ice cream and milk separately just so that he could make the milkshake himself.
“I wanted to make it myself,” Chad said, putting the lid on the blender and turning it on. The sound was loud and Peter waited until it was over before speaking again.
“So how was your day?” he asked, leaning his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his fist. Chad sent him a smile.
“It was good. I went into the new training center and signed up for some classes, and then Topher came over and played video games. How about you?” He poured the milkshake into a glass and sat down across from Peter, stretching his legs out under the table and bumping his bare feet against Peter’s shins.
“I met with a potential client and convinced them to hire us,” Peter said.
He was still a little surprised he’d managed to pull off the meeting given how agitated he’d been.
Merchant and Dawn still hadn’t figured out which of the Light Energy executives had targeted Chad, and it was driving him crazy.
It was getting to the point where he was giving serious consideration to going after the whole lot just to make sure the guilty part didn’t get away with it.
“That’s great,” Chad said, sounding honestly pleased.
“It’s a pretty big contract, so yeah.” Peter reached across the table and grabbed Chad’s milkshake, taking a sip just to taste.
Chad narrowed his eyes but didn’t object to the theft.
Peter smiled at him. “They wouldn’t have signed with us if it weren’t for the fact that we sold off the mercenary division. ”
“So you don’t regret that?” Chad sounded nervous, like he still couldn’t believe Peter valued him over his business.
Peter shook his head. While it was true that making money had been his number one priority for a long time, Chad coming along had bumped it down to a very close second. He still cared intensely about making Tank Security successful, but not at the expense of his relationship with Chad.
“No. You’re worth it. Besides, it looks like it’s actually going to pay off in the long run.”
Chad blushed, ducking his head and smiling. Peter slid the milkshake back and Chad busied himself by taking a sip. When he put the glass down he had a milkshake moustache, and Peter couldn’t help but push to his feet and lean across the table to lick it off.
The milkshake was good, but it tasted even better on Chad.
“You’re ridiculous,” Chad said, blushing even harder. Peter grinned, feeling utterly self satisfied and happy with himself. Looking at Chad, sitting there in his sweats and tank top like he was some kind of alpha frat boy, Peter couldn’t believe how head over heels in love he was.
“So did you really film us earlier?” Chad asked when his glass was empty. He sounded both mortified and turned on by the idea, and Peter let his mouth widen in a wolfish grin.
“I did,” he said, loving the way Chad squirmed. “Do you want to watch it?”
Chad hesitated for a second, but then he nodded.
Peter rose from his chair and slid his phone out of his pocket, licking his lips as he navigated to the video. He was about to walk around the table to show it to Chad when he had another idea.
“Come on,” he said, turning around and beckoning for Chad to follow. “Let’s watch it on the TV in the living room.”
Chad followed him out of the kitchen, and Peter almost laughed at how nervous he looked.
“Are you ready to see your pornstar debut?” he asked, taking a seat on the couch. Chad sat down next to him, his hands folded in his lap and his gaze fixed on the dark screen of the TV. He licked his lips and nodded.
With a few taps on his phone, Peter sent the video to the TV, but his attention was focused on his young mate.
He couldn’t wait to watch Chad’s reaction to the video.
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