Chad let out another breathy little whimper, completely fine with that idea. He spread his legs to give Peter better access, straddling his thigh and grinding into it. His cock was rock hard and rubbing it against Peter’s leg felt so good.
“You’re so greedy for it,” Peter said, his voice rough and happy. He slipped his finger out of Chad’s hole and slapped his ass, the crack making Chad gasp. “Like a little bitch in heat.”
Chad’s cock throbbed at the crude insult. He loved it when Peter talked to him like that. He always sounded so pleased. Like the fact that Chad was needy for his cock was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
“Want it,” Chad said, pressing his face down on Peter’s shoulder and breathing in his scent. Peter was still wearing his dress shirt and so Chad moved over until he found the skin of Peter’s neck. He licked it, kissing his way up until he was nipping at Peter’s jaw like an excited puppy.
“How bad do you want it?” Peter asked, reaching up and fisting his hand in the back of Chad’s hair. He pulled Chad’s head back so that he could stare down into his eyes. The grip was tight and Chad’s neck was pulled back too far to be comfortable. He loved it.
“So bad,” he said, letting Peter manhandle him how he pleased.
“Show me,” Peter growled, letting go of his hair and shoving him away. Chad stumbled, and Peter pushed him down to his knees. He wasn’t quite sure what Peter wanted him to do so he waited for further instructions.
Peter started circling him and Chad held his breath. He felt like a rabbit being sized up by a wolf—outmatched and about to be devoured. It was wonderful.
Peter stopped when he was at Chad’s back, and Chad closed his eyes. The urge to look behind him was overwhelming, but he stayed in position and waited for Peter’s command. He could feel the alpha looming behind him, huge and imposing, his presence sending thrills down Chad’s spine.
“Hands and knees,” Peter said, lifting his foot and pressing the sole of his shoe against the space between Chad’s shoulder blades. Chad lowered himself down until his hands hit the hardwood floor, Peter’s foot never leaving his back.
He shuddered in pleasure.
Peter pressed down a little harder, making his back arch, before lifting his foot off Chad’s back.
“Stay,” Peter said, his voice stern and firm like he was talking to a dog. Chad licked his lips, not saying anything, obeying the command when Peter started walking away.
He knew that whatever game Peter was playing with him, he’d enjoy it.
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