“You’re already so hard,” Sir whispered, like it was a compliment. “Oh, Rabbit, what am I going to dowithyou?”
Sir’s fingers slid back up to undo the button of Gabriel’s jeans, and Gabriel squirmed as he undid the fly beneath, too. Sir’s broad hand slipped through the opening it had made and toyed with the thick elastic of Gabriel’s briefs while his other hand continued to cup and squeeze Gabriel’s erection from outside hispants.
“I like you,” Sir whispered. His words were silk, smooth and sleek in ways that Gabriel never wanted to lose. “I want to know that you likeme,too.”
“I like you, Sir,” Gabriel uttered. Never had he said something as true. There was no more guilt. “I like youverymuch.”
“Good.”
Sir’s hand slipped below the elastic, allowing his fingertips to brush the head of Gabriel’s stiff cock. With a needy cry, the air left Gabriel’s lungs. It didn’t matter. Sir gave him everything heneeded.
“When is the last time someone touched you like this?” Sir asked, his voice a teasing presence against the back of Gabriel’s ear. His hand slipped down and wrapped around Gabriel’s shaft. It started to pump. “When is the last time anyone made you feelthisway?”
“Never,” Gabrielgasped.
Itwastrue.
Tears gathered behind his closed eyelids and slid down his cheeks insilence.
It wasn’t supposed tofeelgood.
“No more saltines.” Sir nipped at his ear. He growled low in his throat and tugged at Gabriel’s lobe. “When you’re to be rewarded, you will be rewarded properly. Do you like to come,Rabbit?”
“Y-yes.”
It had to be a dream. There was no way it wasn’t a dream. The way Sir touched him felt too good for real life. Nothing should have felt sowonderful.
“Then when you’re good, you’re allowed to come. This dick I’m stroking right now? The one that’s so hard for me?” All of Sir’s words were pretty, but Gabriel could barely string together their meaning. Pleasure swirled low in his gut and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he couldn’t hold it back. “It belongs to me. I don’t want your hands on it. I don’t want you to come unless I’m the one touching you. Do youunderstand?”
“Y-yes, Sir.” Gabriel couldn’t help it—he bucked forward intoSir’shand.
“I want you to know the full extent of the pleasure I can give you.” The honey in Sir’s voice was a new addiction Gabriel couldn’t shake. “I want you to understand why it’s important tobegood.”
Everything was tight. Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut and tried to loosen the clenching muscles in his gut, but it was no use. He was going to come. Sir was going to make him come, and he was going to make a mess of hispants.
“When we’re together, I want you to know that your pleasure comes first,” Sir uttered. His hand worked in rhythmic thrusts, tight enough that Gabriel wanted for nothing more. The pressure in his balls grew, and the urge to come welled up inside until it became irresistible. “I need you to show me that you understand, Rabbit. Your cum is your body’s promise to me that it accepts. I need to feel it. I need to see you losecontrol.”
Every breath was more strained than the last. Pinpricks danced behind Gabriel’s eyes. No man had ever demanded he come before—at least, not without having comefirst.
A sharp cry pierced the silence of thekitchen.
Gabriel came into Sir’s hand, spilling so much, he thought he’d never comeagain.
But Sir wasn’t done yet. Gabriel’s jeans sagged. Then, the elastic band of his briefs started to slip down overhisass.
Sir was going tobreedhim.
Gabriel’s mouth opened again, and when he spoke, the words came naturally. He knew what men wanted to hear. It was what he’d been trained for. “That was so good, Sir. I want to make you feel good, too. Please,pleaseuse me. Let me show you the only thing I’m good at. Breed me, and make me do what I was borntodo.”
The elastic stopped moving, and Sir’s hand on his shaft halted. Gabriel found the presence of mind to open his eyes. Sir must haveneededmore.
“Fuck me. I was born to take your cock. Let me take your come, Sir. Teach me what it means to be anomega.”
Sir’s hand parted from his cock, and Gabriel groaned at the loss ofstimulation.
“Sir?” Gabriel looked over his shoulder, the pleasure of orgasm fleeting now that he’d lost the touch of another. He’d never come from another man’s touch before, not even Garrison. It was strange and wonderful, and Gabriel didn’t want it to stop. “Please, Sir. Please. I’mready.”
But there was a haunted look in Sir’s eyes, and Sir wasted no time in raising the elastic of his briefs and lifting his jeans back into place. What had happened? Had he donewrong?
