I’d put on two, hoping that I wouldn’t… leak all over the place on the way back to the gym. It clearly didn’t work. This was my third set of shirts today. Each new one I’d put on had been ruined. My nipples ached against the fabric, my pecs tingling before a gush of liquid would seep out and soak into the fabric.
I’d thought if I had two on, I’d be able to disguise my problem until we got home and I could hide in the privacy of my room until I figured out what was wrong with me. Wrong.
A deep groan echoed through the room, and my eyes popped open. Fuck. When had I closed them?
“Can I lick it?” Link asked, brushing his lips back and forth over the wet spot on my shirt.
I gasped when his words registered. “What?”
“Fuck, Elias. Let me do it. I have to.”
He was pawing at my shirts, tugging on the hems, but not lifting them. He wanted to lick the fluid leaking from my chest? Why did I like the sound of that so much?
I groaned, letting my head fall back against the wall with a dull thud.
He took that as permission, lifting my shirts and leaning down, nosing up my sternum like he was trying to find my nipple by scent alone. When he found one, he licked across it.
We both moaned, and my hips bucked forward. The pressure in my pecs was almost unbearable, and my skin felt too tight. Like it was about to explode. It made no sense.
The more he licked, the more the pressure increased, until I was almost squirming from the sensation.
With a moan, he closed his lips around my nipples, sucking hard. All the pressure released at once, and I nearly collapsed from how fucking good it felt.
Link
The first rush of liquid hit my tongue, melting over my taste buds. Elias’s entire body relaxed, forcing me to wrap my arms around him to keep him upright. His moan was music to my fucking ears, and the taste of him flooded the rest of my senses.
With each pull, the taste only got more and more intoxicating. It was sweet. So goddamn sweet. I moved my hands to hold his hips on either side, pulling him closer. I just needed to feel him. Let his heat sink into my skin.
He bucked his hips forward, grinding against me. I moaned around his nipple, flicking it with my tongue, pulling him flush against me. His fingers tightened in my hair, the slight pain from the pressure only driving me further into madness.Hewas driving me mad with the way his clothed cock was brushing against mine, over and over as I sucked and drankfrom him, gulping the sweet liquid like I was a man dying of thirst. I couldn’t get enough.
I needed more.
I needed him.
I needed him in a way I’d never imagined before. His scent was so strong, like pheromones were rushing out from his scent glands, desperately trying to speak to mine.
“Other side. Please, fuck, Link, the other side.” Elias’s head swayed from side to side against the wall.
The sweet, milky liquid had gone from a rushing flow to a slow drip, my tongue no longer enough to coax more out. I gladly obliged, popping off his nipple with an obscene, wetsmack. His other pec was just as swollen, waiting for me to taste. I closed my lips around his nipple, sucking gentler this time, but grinding my hips into him harder. The flood came quickly, sliding over my tongue and down my throat.
Elias moaned and whimpered from above me, pushing my head further into his chest as he met the thrusts of my hips. He was panting, moaning, groaning, and grinding—fuck, he was going just as crazy as I was.
I growled against his nipple, a low, quiet thing in the midst of our shared pleasure. Heat was building and churning in my gut, sending waves along every nerve in my body. They screamed at me, my heart pounding faster and faster as he emptied into my mouth.
“Link, I’m gonna come. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come, please.”
I heard him, I understood him, and Icravedhim. I needed him to be undone just as he was undoing me. I gyrated my hips, the friction between our clothes doing so much yet so little all at the same time. Chasing it, chasing the pleasure, I took the lead and let him follow. I’d get him there. No worries about that.
Panting against his skin, I tightened my grip on his hips just as he let out a broken moan. He shoved my face so deep into his chest that I could hardly breathe. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, Link. Oh, god.”
His body went rigid, but I kept going. I kept grinding until the heat inside of me—the alpha inside of me—roared to life, bursting into uncontrollable flames. I growled deep in my chest as I rocked leisurely into him, riding the high for as long as possible.
I rode it until the very last drop fell onto my tongue, and cum was seeping through my underwear, damn near leaking through my gym shorts. Leaning my head against his chest, I closed my eyes, listening as Elias tried to catch his breath. I was doing the same, trying to ignore the way my hair was sticking to my forehead from all the sweat.
“Feel better?” I mumbled through my panting breaths.
Elias loosened his grip on my hair. “Empty. I finally feel empty.”
