Peter pinned Chad with a heated look, daring him to contradict his assessment. Chad swallowed noisily.
“That doesn’t mean it’s a good idea,” Chad repeated his original point.
“But you’re going to let me fuck you anyway,” Peter countered. When Chad didn’t answer, his breathing coming fast and hard, Peter pushed back his chair and got to his feet. Chad’s eyes landed on the bulge in his pants, and for a minute his labored breathing stopped.
“What are you…?” he asked, looking up past Peter’s bulge to search his face.
“I’m going to walk to my car and drive home,” Peter said, reaching down and adjusting his cock where it lay nestled against his right thigh. “If you want to come with me and see what it’s like to get fucked, you’ll join me. If you don’t, you can stay here, finish your drink, and head home. Either way, your answer won’t affect your employment at Tank Security.”
“I… what?” Chad’s forehead was scrunched up in confusion, but Peter was done explaining. He’d given Chad his easy out—much as he’d have liked not to—and now he needed to have faith that he’d read Chad right and that he’d choose to join him.
“It’s your choice,” he said, throwing a twenty down on the table as a tip before turning on his heel and walking away. He walked along the edge of the dance floor, more crowded now than it had been just fifteen minutes ago, and made his way toward the exit.
If Chad hadn’t come after him by the time he’d reached the door, Peter would know that he’d misjudged the situation.
“Wait up!”
Peter grinned at the sound of Chad’s frantic voice. He looked over his shoulder to see Chad jogging toward him. Peter was pleased to see that the size of the bulge in Chad’s jeans almost matched his own.
“Good boy,” Peter crooned, reaching out and grabbing Chad’s neck as he came to a halt. He squeezed down and Chad shuddered. “You won’t regret this.”
Eyes closed, Chad didn’t answer, and Peter led him out of the club and down the road to his car.
***
Chad didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. He let Peter guide him into the car, sinking into the plush leather seat while Peter closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side, missing the touch of Peter’s big hand on the back of his neck.
He’d never felt anything like it. He could still feel the shudders running down his spine, the skin where Peter’s hand had been tingling and hot.
“You’re okay,” Peter said as he pulled out of the parking lot. He reached over and stroked his fingers over Chad’s short hair, letting them come to rest over Chad’s neck and gripping down again.
Chad moaned.
“That’s it. Just relax and let it happen,” Peter said, massaging the point where Chad’s jaw and ear met with his fingertips. “You were fucking made for this, weren’t you?” The words sounded reverent, and Chad got the feeling Peter was speaking more to himself than to Chad.
Either way, he didn’t feel the need to respond. He felt like he was floating.
A while later—Chad didn’t know how long it was—Peter parked the car and shut off the engine.
“We’re here.” The words were like a bucket of cold water. Chad blinked his eyes open, looking around the underground garage as Peter got out of the car. Peter walked around to Chad’s door and opened it. “Are you coming?”
Chad looked up at Peter and swallowed. From where he was sitting the other alpha looked huge. When Peter just waited, Chad nodded and fumbled with his seatbelt to get it open,climbing out of the car on unsteady legs. Peter didn’t move back as Chad exited the vehicle, and Chad felt his stomach flutter at the close contact.
He was entirely unprepared when Peter pushed him back against the car and captured his mouth in a kiss. For a moment everything stood still, and then suddenly Peter was licking into his mouth, one hand on his neck and the other moving down to cup his ass.
Chad had never been kissed like this. Peter was in total control, holding him in place as he ravaged his mouth, his muscular thigh pushing between Chad’s legs and almost lifting him up in the air.
It was over as abruptly as it had started. Peter pulled back, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips, leaving Chad breathless and wanting more. He pulled Chad away from the car by the front of his shirt, making him stumble and almost fall.
Chad let himself be led away, Peter’s hand coming back to rest on the back of his neck as he marched him toward the elevator. At this point the controlling grip was almost familiar.
“You liked that,” Peter said as the elevator doors closed, dark satisfaction lacing his voice. Chad couldn’t bring himself to speak, but he nodded sharply. Peter leaned in and placed a wet kiss on Chad’s neck, scraping his teeth over Chad’s jugular and making him gasp.
He couldn’t believe submission could feel this good. Butterflies were going wild in his stomach, and his cock was leaking pre-cum into his underwear like he was about to pop his first knot. He’d never been so horny.
“You’re gonna like my knot even more.” Peter slid his hand down Chad’s back, his palm wide, letting it come to rest cupping Chad’s ass. He squeezed down, the tips of his fingers brushing the denim over Chad’s taint.
“Fuck…” Chad whimpered. The deep vibrations of Peter’s answering chuckle sent shivers down his spine.
