Mal’s palm found the foil packet, and he grabbed it from the bed before Vincent arrived on top of him.
“Oh, baby.” Mal bit down onto his bottom lip and wrapped his arms around Vincent’s neck when Vincent came to a stop. One of his knees was back between Mal’s thighs, keeping them open. The small mark of possession spiked Mal’s pulse. Even though Vincent was enslaved to his word and more than willing to submit to him, he kept Mal’s mind on the fluidity of their dynamic. Mal dominated by command, but Vincent dominated by touch. The contrast, the trade-off, made Malitchto be irresponsible. “Look at you.”
Vincent smirked, like Mal’s words alone were enough to inflate his confidence.
“Take off my briefs, baby boy,” Mal whispered. He could barely believe what he was saying. “Let’s have fun.”
As soon as permission was given, Vincent complied. His fingers curled around the thick elastic band of Mal’s briefs, and he tugged them down, lifting Mal when he needed to in order to free the fabric from his body. Soon enough, he’d moved the briefs between Mal’s knees. With a careful push of his foot, Vincent sent them farther down Mal’s legs. Mal kicked them off the rest of the way in time to the throbbing beat of his heart.
This was really happening.
“What can I do to make you feel the best, Daddy?” Vincent asked. He kissed Mal’s collarbone, then escaped from beneath Mal’s arms and trailed kisses down his chest until he’d backed down to Mal’s stomach. Mal looked down at him, his heart ready to explode. “Wanna know how I can make you feel good.”
Vincent glanced up at Mal from just above Mal’s navel. From a position so low on his body, it was easy to imagine his lips sealed around Mal’s shaft, sucking…
“Use your mouth,” Mal instructed breathlessly. “Use your mouth and play with my slick until you know that I’m ready for you. Then… then I want you to put this on.”
He held the condom out, and Vincent took it from him without argument. With one last lingering look, Vincent kissed his belly, then let his lips trail lower. His tongue circled the base of Mal’s cock, and Mal let loose with a desperate gasp. Pleasure rushed through his cock and shot through his balls, pulling them taut. They’d only just begun, but Vincent had spent so long building up anticipation that Mal already needed to come. He threaded his fingers through Vincent’s hair and guided him up his shaft, watching in awe as Vincent responded to his physical cues and obeyed. The flat of his tongue dragged across Mal’s shaft, the sensation every inch as electric as the sight of a much younger alpha in submission to him. Then, when Vincent’s tongue had reached his tip, it swirled, collecting the precum glossing Mal’s skin, and let Mal plunder his mouth.
Tight. Wet. Wonderful. Mal sucked in a breath and squirmed, pushing as deep as he could before Vincent took over and held him down. The restraint only added to Mal’s excitement, and he bucked up against Vincent’s hold in a struggle to break free. Lust had taken over, different from when he succumbed to an unmedicated heat—his mind remained intact, letting him commit to detail every taboo sight and sensation.
A man almost young enough to be his son was sucking his cock—a man who had no qualms with calling him Daddy—devouring him with a voracity that Mal couldn’t hope to understand. He sucked, and licked, and flicked his tongue, letting Mal fill his throat while his dark eyes went crow-black from desire. And then, when Mal was sure Vincent couldn’t make him feel any better than he already was, Vincent pressed his fingertips to Mal’s slicked hole and toyed with his entrance, pushing a finger in and out, never filling him for long.
“Baby,” Mal gasped. Vincent’s tongue ran in circles over his cock, and the touch of his hand alerted Mal to how wet he’d become since the storage closet—since they’d stumbled into Vincent’s bed together. “Take my heat. Take it right now. I need you. Need you inside me.”
Vincent looked up at him, gaze shaded with lust, but didn’t move from his position. Mal was about to beg him again when he heard why Vincent delayed—there was a crinkle as Vincent tore the wrapper on the condom followed by the slick sound of latex as it rolled down his cock. Mal lifted his hips to invite Vincent to take him, but it seemed like Vincent had other ideas. He grabbed Mal by the waist and flipped him over so he was on his stomach. In the next moment, he’d dragged Mal down the bed toward him. The girth of his cock rubbed between Mal’s cheeks.
“Tell me it’s okay, Daddy.” Vincent’s words were a hot whisper against the back of Mal’s ear, and the sound of them made Mal lose what little composure he had left. “Tell me that I can fill your ass and make you come.”
“You can, baby.” Mal’s voice quivered. He perked his ass, thighs trembling already. “Fill me up. Use me. Make me feelgood.”
One of Vincent’s hands lifted Mal’s hips, guiding Mal into a better position. The other was missing. A second later, Mal understood why.
Buzz.
Mal widened his eyes and looked over his shoulder, but all he saw was his own ass perked in the air, Vincent positioned behind him. He didn’t need to see to know what was happening. The USB vibrator he’d kept in his jacket pocket to help him get through unexpected heats had found its way into Vincent’s hand, and Vincent had—
Sudden pressure disrupted Mal’s line of thought. The tip of Vincent’s cock pushed against his entrance, thicker than Mal imagined it could ever be. The abundance of slick brought on by his heat and the lubricant on the condom let Vincent slide right into him, and as he stretched Mal out, Mal discovered what he’d done.
Vincent had tucked the vibrator into the condom, positioning it so that it passed over Mal’s prostate as he thrust.
Mal choked back a cry and buried his head in the pillows, too aroused to try to speak, or think, or do anything other than accept that his body had betrayed his mind—it operated for pleasure now, for Vincent’s touch, and for the buzz of the vibrator against his prostate. Stretching. Filling. Aching. Vincent filled him. Made him whole. Gave him peace.
But Vincent wasn’t done. As he bottomed out inside Mal, Vincent whispered dirty words made dirtier by his lusty tone against the back of Mal’s ear. “It feels so good to be inside you, Daddy.”
A manic, startled expression spread Mal’s lips, and he pressed his face harder against the pillow to try to drown out the sound of his warbling noises of pleasure. His fingers curled into the pillowcase, and he pushed back against Vincent with animalistic greed. Nothing about this situation was like him, buteverythingabout it was good.
So good.
Mal let loose with a starved laugh and worked his hips in time with Vincent’s thrusts.
“You want me to come inside you?” Vincent asked. His voice was strained by passion and need, punctuated by each thrust of his hips. “You want me to knock you up, Daddy?”
Mal’s cheeks burned. Every pleasure receptor in his body fired off at once.
“Yes,” Mal choked. He cut off a moan in his throat and worked his hips at a frantic pace while Vincent sank deep into him. The vibrator pressed against Mal’s walls, furthering his pleasure. There was no air left to breathe, no hope to fill his lungs. The weight of their chemistry crushed down upon them, flattening the atmosphere itself. Mal panted, gasped for breath, and buried his face in the sheets. “Please, please,please!”
“I’m gonna come.” Vincent nipped the back of his ear, then thrust into him another few times in rapid succession. “You’re going to make me come. I’m going to come into your ass, Daddy. I’m going toknock you up.You feel too good.”
