Steve closed his eyes and shuddered, while to his left Ryker and August both chuckled.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” August asked. His voice was heavy.
“Yeah,” Steve agreed, licking his lips. “Real good.”
“Do you want my cock?” Steve asked, using his fist in Dylan’s hair to guide his face closer to the bulge in his suit. His cock was pushed down into the leg, hard and throbbing, perfectly visible next to his muscular thigh.
“Yes, please,” Dylan said, his mind clearing a little. He couldn’t believe how much he’d been affected by just a few taps on his cheek.
Steve slapped him, and even though he’d just been thinking about it, it caught him just as much off guard as the three times before.
“I want you to smell it first.”
Steve pushed Dylan’s face between his legs, mashing his face into his crotch and holding him against his bulge.
Dylan breathed in, the scent of Steve’s body mixing with the scent of his wool suit and the lingering scent of smoke.
That last aroma had a dimming effect on Dylan’s libido, so he did his best to ignore it.
He wished Steve and Ryker had changed before getting on the plane. For a second he debated asking if they had any leather pants they could put on, but even with the floaty feeling stealing away his sense of embarrassment, he couldn’t ask that.
“Do you like that?” Steve asked, dragging Dylan’s nose up and down the length of his cock.
“Yes, alpha,” Dylan moaned. Steve’s cock was huge, and it felt so good next to his nose.
“Good boy,” Steve said, cupping Dylan’s cheek and rubbing it. Dylan was prepared for a slap, so the rough petting caught him off guard. Steve leaned in close and spit into his mouth. “Now you can open my suit and take out my cock.”
“He doesn’t like spitting,” August interrupted, reaching over and patting Dylan’s back.
Steve froze, his brow furrowed in concern.
“That was just at the restaurant,” Dylan said, swallowing and licking his lips. He glanced at August, warmed by his guard-dog like concern. “I like it when we’re having sex.”
“Are you sure?” August asked, still rubbing his back.
Dylan nodded.
“All right then.” August pulled back and relaxed back into his seat. He smirked. “Have at it.”
Steve grinned, pushing his thumb past the corner of Dylan’s lips and rubbing it over his tongue.
“Would you like to hump my leg while you free my cock?”
He stretched out his leg, pushing it between Dylan’s legs and lifting it so that Dylan was sitting just below his knee.
“Yes, please, alpha,” Dylan moaned, dropping down on Steve’s leg while reaching for the alpha’s pants. Steve was still holding him by his hair, but the tugging sensation felt good, and Dylan liked the feeling of being controlled.
“I didn’t tell you to do it,” Steve said, slapping him gently before squeezing his bulge. “Now beg for my cock.”
Dylan shuddered, humiliation dropping over him like a weighted blanket. He shuddered, biting his lips before he looked up at his surprisingly strict alpha and said, “Can I please have your cock?”
Steve laughed, pushing his thumb back into his mouth and swiping it across the front of his teeth and over his gums.
“Is that the best you can do?” His tone was derisive, and Dylan closed his eyes and nearly came. His balls felt full and heavy, and every twitch of Steve’s leg sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his cock.
“Please let me suck your cock, alpha. I need your big cock. I want to taste it and lick it and push it against my face while I suck on your balls. Please, please, please!”
Steve chuckled, sounding delighted. “That’s more like it. Go ahead.”
