“What’s going on?” I ask, grinning. “I thought you didn’t want me to.”
“I don’t,” he says. Confusion comes back again, but my instincts don’t let me get upset. There’s a possessive glint in his eyes as he watches me, but also a nervous notion in the way he tenses his jaw.
“You need to spell it out for me, Alpha,” I tell him, and the title makes him snap back into attention.
“Sorry, I—” He pulls one shoulder into a shrug. “I don’t want you to go down on me, not yet. I want you to teach me first.”
My thoughts rear to a screeching halt. The glitch also travels all the way down to my cock.
“You want me to…”
Thatcher gets down on his knees and I forget how to breathe.
“I want you to teach me how you like it,” he whispers, now looking at where my dick hardens in my jeans. His fingers slide up to unbutton them. “I want you inside my throat.”
Oh shit.
“I think that can be arranged,” I try to joke, but my words come out husky, betraying how turned on that makes me. He undoes my jeans and pulls the zipper down, but then pauses. I shake away my surprise that this is actually happening (because oh my god this is happening) and take control.
“It’s not just about what I like, but what you like, too,” I tell him as I pull the waistband of my boxers down, and my dick springs free. He nods, his eyes wide, but I’m not sure if he’s listening. “So, we’ll both be learning today, okay? If you like it slow, we can do that. If you want me to take over and—” I stop, wondering if bringing up the idea of fucking his throat is a bit much for his first time.
“Take over and what?” he says, seeming excited by the prospect.
I swallow hard. “Like, if you’d want me to take over and fuck your throat. It’s a bit rough sometimes, and you’d have to tap me if you can’t breathe, or if you panic.”
“No, I want that,” His tone is full of sincerity. “I want you to use me.”
I must have died sometime before Opal moved in and went to heaven, becausewhat?
“We can try it.” My throat feels scratchy, and my cock drips slightly from the nature of our conversation. I stroke myself a few times to ease the feeling and his attention snags on it. He watches me and licks his lips, and I decide I can’t take it anymore.
“Open up, Alpha.” My voice is low, and I can’t help the rush that zooms through me when he immediately obeys.
I move forward and the tip of my dick feathers across his lips. I swallow a curse. “Stick your tongue out,” I instruct him, and he does, looking eager as I control the pace. “Take your time. Do what feels natural.”
He looks at my cock and then tentatively wraps his hand around me. I encourage him with a nod, barely restraining myself as he pumps a few times with his fist. The feeling is intense. A bit dry, yes, but intense nonetheless. I’ve waited months for this, imagining it secretly underneath my covers. How his huge hand would feel on me, how he would taste and smell, and what would turn him on. And now, he’s on his knees for me, basking in this new experience like he wouldn’t be anywhere else, and it sends me into a tailspin.
He places me onto his tongue, and my hips thrust forward slightly, wanting to be further inside him. When I go to move back out, he moves his head and slides my cock against his tongue and down his throat. What meets me is a whole new sensation that drives me wild. I pull my shirt up and out of his way, flashing my abs in a way that Thatcher must appreciate because his eyes follow the movement. The sight elicits a moan from him, and it echoes around me in a way that makes me grit my teeth. Then he takes more of me, swallowing my cock bit by bit until I’m snug in his throat.
“This is the best day of my life,” I say dramatically as I dipmy head back and appreciate the velvet feeling of him. His palms go to my thighs as he moves back out and repeats the motion, taking his time to learn which pace he enjoys. He quickens after a few seconds, determined to destroy me as the pressure begins to build, and the energy trapped at the base of my spine begins to tingle.
“Oh, god,” I moan, and my hands move to rest on the wall above my head as I start to thrust my cock in and out of his mouth. The movement elicits a deep groan from his throat, and the sound causes me to whine. I take over more efficiently, setting a steady but quick pace that makes my entire body sing. When I look back down at him, his eyes sear into mine as he watches my reactions, and it’s that alone that causes me to start tumbling toward a fast edge.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper. “Please let me come down your throat, Alpha. Please.”
His hand grips my thigh tighter. When he sees that my rhythm is losing traction and precision, he takes over and does the movement exactly the way I want. It makes me lose control, my body suddenly bending to his will as he forcibly pulls the orgasm from me. The pleasure takes over my entire body, and I cry out, biting my own arm to stay quiet as Thatcher continues to work me over. Every single ounce of me spills down his throat and leaves me panting, my body finally relaxing as the glorious ecstasy ebbs and flows away.
I lean against the wall and catch my breath, my body feeling bled dry in the best possible way. Thatcher is also breathing heavy, and I notice his hand is down his own pants, where an obvious stain is beginning to form against the denim. My own cock twitches again at the sight of it, knowing he was stroking himself while going down on me and came from it. He sees the stain and chuckles.
“Well, shit.”
His nonchalant reaction makes me burst out in laughter. “You have a bunch of frat brothers. I’m sure I can ask one of them for some spare pants for you.”
He nods and then looks at me with complete admiration. “Was that okay?”
I don’t think, I just pull him right up and claim his mouth before I can stop myself. I can taste my watermelon-flavored arousal on his lips, and it sends a heady rush right through me. He kisses back with just as much intensity, his tongue dancing with mine as we paw at each other like we didn’t just finish moments before. When he pulls away, his features take on a look of wonder, like he can’t believe I’m real.
“Fuck,” he whispers, not daring to wipe his mouth as he stares at mine in hunger.
