Chad didn’t join Peter in the shower, his rumbling stomach instead sending him into the kitchen for some food. He scratched his belly as he walked, enjoying the feeling of his cock hanging loose inside the silky soft pajamas he’d borrowed from the older alpha. It hung down into his right pant leg, swinging free, every brush of fabric against his cockhead making small shudders run down his spine. Though Peter had fucked him senseless, Chad’s urgent need to pee had kept him from coming. Now that he had relieved himself, his cock was ready to shoot its load at a moment’s notice.
But first:food.
Pulling Peter’s chrome monstrosity of a refrigerator open, Chad was met with nothing but bare shelves and a container of baking soda. He stared at the empty shelves and bit back a curse.
Why did Peter have to be so lazy? Just because he could have food sent up from the in-house chef didn’t mean that every meal had to be a gourmet affair. Chad picked up the phone on the counter and called down to the concierge. He ordered a full breakfast for two, closing the empty fridge behind him with a shake of his head.
Peter didn’t even havebeer.
While he waited for the food and for Peter to finish showering, Chad leaned against the counter and thought about what had happened the night before. He still couldn’t believe that someone had tried to kidnap him. His heart started beating faster just thinking about it, and he wondered why anyone would ever want to take him.
Except it wasn’t about him, was it? It couldn’t be. The only reason for Chad to be kidnapped was because of Peter. Someone must have found out about their relationship—not that they were making any effort to hide it—and decided that Chad must be Peter’s weak spot.
Chad let out a snort. He didn’t envy whoever had thought that getting on Peter’s bad side would be a good idea, no matter who or what they were after.
“Did you order food?”
Chad jumped at the sound of Peter’s voice coming from the door. The abrupt movement sent a spark of pain shooting up from his freshly fucked hole, making him hyper aware of just how sore his ass was. He turned around, brushing his hand through his hair as he looked toward the older alpha. Peter was leaning against the door, ankles crossed, looking sharp as fuck in a pair of dark blue jeans and a tight cashmere sweater that clung to his pecs just right.
It was enough to make Chad’s mouth dry up.
“What?” he asked, momentarily distracted by the sight in front of him. Peter grinned, pushing away from the door and stalking toward him. He moved like a predator, his stride long and graceful, and Chad couldn’t help but push himself back against the counter.
“Breakfast,” Peter said, moving right into Chad’s space and boxing him in against the kitchen worktop. He leaned in and kissed the side of Chad’s mouth, teeth nipping at Chad’s lip just hard enough to make him feel it before adding, “I’mhungry.”
Stepping back, Peter broke the kiss but kept his hands on Chad’s waist. They felt big and hot against his naked skin, the tips of his fingers gently massaging the sensitive flesh.
“I… yeah. I ordered food.” Chad’s cock was rock hard, straining the fabric of his pants. He looked at Peter’s face, his neck angled up, licking his lips as he wondered exactly what Peter was thinking.
“Good boy,” Peter said, pushing his meaty thigh between Chad’s legs so that it was grinding into his cock. He leaned in for another kiss, pushing his leg up a little further when Chad started rutting his hips and grinding his crotch into the firm muscle.
“I’m going to come,” Chad warned, speaking around Peter’s thrusting tongue. His whole body felt electrified, the squeeze on his cock pushing him toward the edge at a breakneck speed.
“Go ahead,” Peter replied, sounding just as breathless as Chad. He pushed forward, grinding his whole body into Chad’s like he was trying to merge them together.
Chad’s body went tight and he held his breath when the frantic pressure on his cock became too much. He shot his load, hot spurts of come shooting from the tip of his cock and wetting the inside of his pants to the point where he could feel it dripping down the inside of his pants. It felt dirty and exciting, and Chad couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck,” Peter growled, the scent of Chad’s release thick in the air. He grabbed Chad by the hair and pushed him down, forcing him to his knees with a resoundingthud. Before Chad could even register the pain, Peter was grinding his jean-clad cock into Chad’s face.
Chad wasn’t complaining. Peter smelled like body wash and alpha musk, and the feel of his hard cock pressing through the stiff denim of his jeans was making Chad feel ravenous.
“You like that?” Peter growled, yanking Chad’s head up so that he could look down into his eyes. Chad met Peter’s stare with a hooded gaze, feeling no shame as he stuck out his tongue and licked at the pronounced bulge resting against his nose. Peter took a stuttering breath, pushing Chad back into his bulge and grinding into him like he intended to come just from dry humping Chad’s face.
As Chad licked and sniffed Peter’s crotch to the best of his ability, the pressure on the back of his head forcefully directing his movements, he became aware of the sound of Peter’s cell phone ringing somewhere in the background. Chad was happy to ignore the sound, the incessant ringing barely registering on his radar. Nothing could compete with Peter’s cock when it was all up in his face like this.
“I’ve got to take that,” Peter said, his voice strained. At first Chad didn’t understand, but when Peter gently pushed him back he let out a pitiful whine.
Peter laughed, sounding breathless and smug, though when he answered the phone he was all business.
“Hey Merchant, what have you got for me?”
Chad took a deep breath as Peter spoke on the phone. He felt tired, his whole body aching with unfulfilled need—never mind the fact that he’d just shot his load like a teenager.
“Come right on up,” Peter said, hanging up and slipping the phone into his pocket. Chad watched him, realizing by the way Peter towered over him that he was still on his knees with his back pressed against the kitchen counter. It hadn’t even occurred to him to get up without permission.
Peter walked over to Chad and pulled him to his feet. “That was Merchant. He’s coming up.” Peter held Chad steady, looking him up and down with a clinical gaze that made Chad blush. There was something deliciously humiliating about being half naked and messy with his own climax while Peter stood there fully dressed and unaffected. He licked his lips, finding his footing while Peter spoke.
“You should go wash up and put on some fresh clothes.”
Almost all traces of lust and arousal were gone from the alpha’s voice, and Chad wondered how he was able to change gears so abruptly.Hewas still feeling shaky and thoroughly fucked, the scent of sex and alpha pheromones making it hard to think. He nodded anyway, turning around with every intention of heading for the bedroom to change. Before he could do so however, Peter pulled him back and wrapped him up in a possessive hug.
“Love you,” Peter said, his voice unexpectedly heated and intense, kissing Chad’s forehead. The kiss was intense, like Peter was making him a promise. Chad felt a flush of warmth, but before he could return the sentiment Peter pulled away and left the room. Staring after him, Chad took a deep breath and headed off to change into something that didn’t reek of come.
There was no way Merchant wouldn’t know exactly what they had been up to, and as he stripped off his pants in the bathroom and washed himself clean, Chad couldn’t care less.
It was good to be home.
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