Chapter 9 #3
“You’ve never been with another alpha, have you?”
Emerson had sensed that, but he wanted to know for certain. While Dash was an alpha, if he’d never pleasured one outside himself, Emerson might need some guidance.
“No,” Dash answered. “No other alphas.”
For some reason, that pleased Emerson. It shouldn’t, but it did.
“You have had sex, right?” They were practically the same age. If Dash was a virgin, that might be a tragedy.
Dash scoffed. “Yes. I’ve had sex before.”
He didn’t want to know any more than that. The thought of someone else touching Dash sent a swirling maelstrom of selfishness through him.
“Top… or bottom?” Emerson asked, ignoring the possessiveness he had no rights to.
Dash winced. “I’ve only topped. I was too nervous to…”
Emerson waited a few seconds, giving Dash space to finish. When he didn’t, he gently nudged. “Too nervous to… what?”
“Ask… for anything else,” Dash said, his voice barely above a husky whisper.
“You can ask me for anything you want,” Emerson said, trailing his tongue down one side of Dash’s dick, holding eye contact the entire time.
Dash opened his mouth, but hesitated.
“Seriously,” Emerson said. “Ask. It’ll be better for us both if I know what you want.”
Dash blinked a few times. He shook his head lightly before asking, “Are you…? A top?”
Emerson sensed that wasn’t the question Dash really wanted to ask. He nodded. “Most of the time.”
“But not all?”
Emerson nuzzled Dash’s knot, continuing his slow, tender massage down to the sac hanging below. Dash hissed when touched there, his back arching.
“I’ve bottomed a few times. Not my preference but I don’t mind switching on occasion.”
“You’d let me top you?”
Emerson grinned wickedly. “If you asked sweetly enough.”
Dash shivered against him.
“Is that what you want? Do you want to top me, Dash?”
Dash drew in an unsteady breath before shaking his head.
“What is it you want?”
Dash’s lips moved soundlessly for a couple of seconds. Finally, he dragged in a deep breath before saying, “I want to bottom,” in a rush on the exhale.
Emerson smiled. That’s what he thought Dash was struggling to say.
“I’m not a small man,” Emerson murmured, rubbing his cheek against Dash’s shaft. “We might not be able to do that tonight without hurting you.”
“I’m not completely inexperienced,” Dash said before his face grew darker red.
Emerson frowned. “You just said you’ve never bottomed.”
“I’ve… used… toys.”
Emerson shivered, anticipation filling him. It was as intense as the adrenaline that had pulsed through his veins earlier as they’d run through the shadows. “How recently?”
Dash scoffed, a sheepish look coming over his features. “This morning.”
Emerson smiled as he licked the head of Dash’s cock. “A dildo?”
Dash nodded, his eyes rolling back in his head as Emerson licked it again.
“As big as me?” Emerson asked before running his tongue over the crest of Dash’s cock again.
“Not quite,” Dash whispered as he reached for the wall to steady himself. “But close.”
Emerson drew in a shaky breath, struggling to remain calm. A dildo almost as big as him, hmm? Precum leaked from his cock. He was the experienced one among them, but every word out of Dash’s mouth turned him on more and more. Much longer and he was going to end up feral.
“Fuck, will you just suck me already?” Dash asked.
“In a minute,” Emerson said. He needed more information before his control snapped completely.
Dash trembled, his head falling back. A growl of frustration came from his lips.
“What did you think about when you rode your dildo this morning?” Emerson asked, prolonging their suffering a little while longer.
“I don’t know,” Dash muttered.
“You don’t fantasize when you masturbate?”
Dash shook his head but from the look on his face, Emerson sensed it was a lie.
“Come on,” Emerson said. As extra persuasion, he brought his mouth closer to the tip, a breath away from taking the shaft into his mouth. “Tell me what you thought about while riding that big… fat… cock.”
Dash took a deep breath before releasing it slowly. “You.”
Emerson shuddered.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night in my office,” Dash whispered.
Dash found Emerson’s breaking point with that admission.
He took Dash between his lips again, near feral.
He slid his hands behind Dash, squeezing a generous, round globe in each palm.
Using that grip, he pulled the alpha closer while pushing Dash deeper down his throat.
Emerson gagged with each downward stroke, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
"Fuck, yeah," Dash mumbled, his hand once again twisting in Emerson’s hair. “Choke on my cock.”
Emerson smiled around the shaft. He’d sensed his gagging had turned Dash on, which is why he did it again. And again. Until Dash was nothing but a sack of moans and trembles.
“I’m gonna come,” Dash spat seconds before he erupted down Emerson’s throat, his hips thrusting powerfully with each jet.
His thighs trembled, head tossed back while he roared his release.
Both hands gripped the sides of Emerson’s head, holding him in place as Dash fucked his mouth for a few thrusts.
Seed filled Emerson’s mouth. He swallowed what he could, but some escaped and dribbled out from both corners of his mouth and down his chin.
When Dash finished, he stumbled back a few steps, slamming against the wall.
Emerson frowned at what he saw. Dash’s eyes were glazed, his breath coming in short gasps. His stare was unfixed, moving around the room wildly.
Shame wouldn’t get its claws into Dash. Emerson wouldn’t allow it.
Wiping his chin and licking his fingers, he rose to his feet.
He slowly walked closer, like he was approaching a timid animal, unsure how it would respond.
He grasped Dash by the chin and forced the man to meet his gaze.
When he finally did, Emerson sensed him relaxing.
“Was that good for you?”
Dash nodded.
Emerson leaned in for a kiss, allowing Dash to taste himself on his lips.
At first, Dash’s response was lukewarm, but within seconds, he growled, deepening the kiss.
He swiped his tongue over Emerson’s, lapping up his essence left behind.
Between kisses, he licked his cum off Emerson’s cheeks and chin.
Their mouths warred with one another, the kisses reigniting the fire burning between them. When they broke apart to breathe, Emerson searched Dash’s face.
“Are you ready for what comes next?” Emerson caressed Dash’s lower lip with his thumb. “Or do you need a break?”
“No break,” Dash said. “I’m ready.”
Emerson grinned. Fuck, yeah, you are.