“How do people even stay professional when they come?” Mathlin asked. “It’s like you’re having your soul sucked outthrough your cock. Your body doesn’t like being separated from your soul, so it starts flopping like a fish on land. Fish flopping isn’t professional.”
Titan coughed, his shoulders shaking. “Fuck, Mathlin. Could you... pump harder?”
“I’m trying! I’m not very strong. Maybe I can hold my hands still, and you can stand up and fuck them? Your hips still work.”
Titan’s breath rushed out; his cock throbbed against Mathlin’s palms. “Yeah. Let’s try that.”
He got his feet under himself, towering over Mathlin. Then he began to thrust, long hard strokes that feltsinful.
Mathlin could almost feel it inside him; all he could hear was the slick slide of Titan’s cock in his fists, all he could feel was Titan’s thrusts growing harder and more desperate.
Titan backed him up against the wall, bracing himself with one shoulder. Both of them watched as Titan’s cock pushed through the tunnel of Mathlin’s fists, powerful thrusts that made Mathlin’s breath catch. Any omega would love to have Titan’s cock in them, stretching them so wide, filling them completely. Already, Mathlin could imagine Titan grinding against his sweet spot, pushing further, deeper, until he was pressed up against the opening of his womb, ready to pump him full of cum.
Mathlin’s throat grew dry. What would it be like to be pinned under Titan, helpless to do anything but take his cock? What would it feel like to be pounded open and bred by this alpha?
Mathlin grew so wet, he couldn’t think.
“Fuck, your scent,” Titan hissed, his eyes flashing again. “Need. Need—”
He was about to come.
“Wait!” Mathlin cried.
Titan shuddered and stopped, sucking in broken gasps of air. “What?”
Mathlin darted out from under him. He grabbed some tissues and the collection vial. Then he squeezed back into the tiny space between Titan and the wall, gently wiping the lube off Titan’s tip. He fitted that blunt head into the vial. “Now you can come.”
Titan snorted. “Are you giving me permission?”
“No, I meant that I’m now ready for your cum. You can come... inside.”
Titan made a choked sound. Then he groaned, his cock jerking as thick white splashes filled the vial.
There was so much of it. Mathlin watched hungrily, trying not to drool. Titan’s face was all scrunched up, his chest heaving, his snarls wolfish. The fluid level drew dangerously close to the brim.
Titan hadn’t stopped coming.
“Wait!” Mathlin said again.
“C-can’t stop,” Titan panted.
Mathlin slipped out from under him, carefully setting the vial on the desk. He grabbed a new one and hurriedly unscrewed it, before squeezing back under Titan. When Mathlin grasped Titan’s swelling knot, the alpha roared. More cum shot out.
Mathlin could only squirm, watching as Titan filled the second vial. His spurts slowed down, his eyes rolling back when Mathlinmassaged his knot. His hips snapped forward as though seeking an omega to breed.
The second vial overflowed, cum dripping down Mathlin’s fingers. Mathlin grew hotter between his legs. Gods, he wanted a taste of that cum. It was warm and musky, and Titan smelled like wolf all around him.
But Mathlin wasn’t supposed to consume any of his boss’ cum. He wasn’t allowed.
Maybe, if he went to the restroom to wash his hands... maybe he could sneak a taste then?
He bit his lip, holding Titan’s knot until Titan calmed down.
“Fuck,” the alpha hissed. “It’s never felt this good.”
Mathlin barely swallowed his moan. “Really?”
“Yeah. S-something about you...” Titan caught his breath, pressing his forehead against the wall. “Made me come like I’d never come before.”
