Titan’s nose twitched. His gaze dropped to Mathlin’s hips; a growl rumbled out of him, low and satisfied.
It only made Mathlin leak more. Did Titan want to bend him over the desk? Did he want to finger Mathlin open and push his cock inside?
“It sucks when your hands don’t work,” Mathlin grumbled.
Titan’s smile grew. “Like you said, my mouth still works.”
Mathlin’s thoughts crashed together. “Um.”
“Milk me, Math. If you do a good job, maybe we can discuss an additional reward for you.”
Mathlin’s cock throbbed. “Okay,” he said breathlessly.
He palmed Titan’s bulge through his grey sweatpants. It was thick, hard, and it made his hole squeeze. Titan hissed and jerked his hips up; Mathlin continued to rub him slowly. He didn’t want to stop touching Titan’s cock. If he dragged this out, Titan wouldn’t mind, right?
Mathlin stroked him from base to tip, brushing Titan’s blunt cockhead lightly with his thumb.
“Get my pants off,” the alpha growled, his eyes flashing gold. “It feels better when it’s bare.”
Mathlin swallowed his moan.
“Back up a little. I’ll stand to make it easier for you.”
Mathlin obeyed. When Titan got to his feet, Mathlin slid down his sweatpants, only for the waistband to snag on his cock. When Mathlin freed it, Titan’s pants fell with a rustle, pooling around his ankles. It left his bottom half bare—lightly furred thighs, and a flushed, hard cock. Mathlin grew wetter.
“Now what?” he managed to say.
Titan sat back down. “Move the armrests out of the way. There’s a button on each side that lets them fold down.”
Mathlin lowered the armrests on the chair.
“Get on my lap, facing away from me. Keep your pants on.”
Mathlin almost whined. He wanted Titan’s cock inside him. But that was all the more reason to keep a physical barrier betweenthem; Titan’s cum wasn’t for him. Other people had paid a lot for it.
The thing about climbing onto a huge alpha’s lap—backward!—was that it made everything awkward. Mathlin stood on tiptoes and spread his legs, angling his ass up. Titan’s breath hitched. He was looking, wasn’t he? Mathlin swallowed, fitting Titan’s knee between his legs. He wriggled backward onto Titan’s lap until he could swing his leg over Titan’s other thigh. With his hands braced on Titan’s knees, he pushed himself further, until their hips were pressed flush together.
This trapped Titan’s cock between their bodies; it was a hot, heavy line against Mathlin’s ass.
“It’s so big,” he moaned.
“You’re doing great. Now, I want you to angle my cock down, between your legs,” Titan murmured. He sounded breathless.
Mathlin’s slick leaked out. “I gotta... move around to do that. Hang on.”
He gripped Titan’s knees and raised his own ass; it bumped against Titan’s chest.
The alpha grunted and said tightly, “I smell your slick. It’s all I can smell.”
Mathlin carefully ignored that. He reached down and grasped Titan’s cock—it jerked hungrily in his grip—and pointed it forward, lowering himself to trap it between his legs. His ass dragged down Titan’s abs.
“You’re leaving your slick all the way down my body,” Titan rasped.
Mathlin’s face burned. “I didn’t mean to!”
Instead of being mad, Titan throbbed in his hand. Mathlin gulped and settled back against Titan’s hips, staring at the huge cock jutting up in front of him. “It’s huge,” he whimpered. “It’s like one of those redwoods with all its branches cut off, and now it’s just a giant trunk of wood. A very sexy hunk of wood. I bet the tree didn’t think it was going to be fucked when it grew into a big tree. Oh, gods! What am I saying?”
Titan coughed lightly. “Keep stroking, sweetheart. Squeeze me between your legs and run your fingers over my tip.”
