Mathlin suddenly remembered that Titan had been hard for at least an hour; his hand had been on that hot length, teasing it so it dripped and needed to come.
He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.
“Mathlin,” Titan growled, his voice toe-curling. “Be a good omega, and finish what you started.”
14
MILK YOU LIKE A COW
Mathlin grew so wet,he couldn’t think.
Only then did he take in the rest of Titan: his heaving chest, the slight tremor in his legs. The spreading dark spot at his tip.
“Wow,” Mathlin breathed. “You’re ready to come your brains out.”
Titan’s next growl was all animal. Like a command and a threat. If Titan could use his arms, Mathlin was absolutely sure the alpha would be bearing down on him, pinning him in place and sliding his cock home.
With a whimper, Mathlin slipped his hand down the front of Titan’s pants, his fingertips bumping into that wet, heavy length. Titan groaned, pushing his cock into Mathlin’s touch.
Then the alpha rocked back, putting some distance between them. But he didn’t say to stop; Mathlin stroked him from base to tip, smearing his precum everywhere.
“I want to pin you,” Titan hissed, sounding mad—at himself? “Want to open your legs and fit myself between them. I didn’twant to overstep earlier because I’m trying to be a good boss. Am still trying. Butfuck,sweetheart. You groped my cock for an entire hour, and you still want more.”
“I want it inside me,” Mathlin blurted. “It feels so good in my hand.”
Titan groaned. Precum dripped down the side of his cock, and it was so hard, Mathlin ached with sympathy. And need.
“You’ve been edging me for a whole damn hour,” Titan muttered. “Yanking on me, shoving at me, squeezing and stroking me. But you did that all with no intention of getting me off. Fuck, my balls hurt. They’re so full of cum.”
Mathlin moaned, dipping his fingers lower to caress Titan’s balls. They felt hot and heavy; slick began to leak out of him. “I still haven’t tasted you.”
Why hadn’t he? Then he remembered: the vials.
Because this was still a job.
“Oh! Be right back.” Mathlin yanked his hand out of Titan’s pants, scrambling off the bed.
“Math! What the fuck?” Titan hissed.
Mathlin scampered through the cabin, found the box of empty vials, and grabbed three.
Back in the bedroom, he stopped next to the alpha, gesturing for him to come closer. Titan frowned but sat up and shuffled over, until his legs were hanging off the side of the bed, his thighs spread just enough that Mathlin could squeeze between them.
“Fuck,” Titan whispered when Mathlin’s knees hit the floor.
“I’m not allowed to waste your cum,” Mathlin told him. “So I’m gonna milk you like a cow.”
Titan stared. And snorted, his shoulders shaking. “I love your dirty talk, sweetheart.”
“I didn’t know you had a cow kink.”
The alpha groaned. “How did you end up with that, from everything I said?”
“How could Inot?” Mathlin said in defense. Despite his protests, Titan was just as hard as before. So Mathlin tugged down the elastic of Titan’s sweatpants, his hole squeezing at the thick, wet length that slipped free. He swallowed his drool and wrapped his hand around Titan, stroking him from base to tip.
“Fuck,” Titan groaned, rolling his hips. “Math, I smell your slick.”
Heat flooded Mathlin’s face. “You’re thinking about my hole.”
