“Sensitive,” Peter crooned. He moved his hand lower, cupping the space between Chad’s legs. His cock felt like it was going to burst, and Chad couldn’t help but reach down and grope himself.
Peter’s free hand clapped down on Chad’s wrist and firmly moved his hand away. “Don’t touch,” he warned, his voice hard. Chad held his breath, the stern warning making his balls pull up tight. Peter let go of his wrist, placing his hand on Chad’s lower stomach, fingers just barely pushing into his jeans. With Peter’s hands on both the front and back of his body, the alpha’s lips brushing the skin behind his ear, Chad felt surrounded and overwhelmed in the best way.
The elevator came to a stop and Peter stepped back, leaving Chad feeling unmoored and lost. He blinked, licking his lips as he forced his hands to stay by his sides.
“Come on,” Peter said, walking ahead. Chad stared after him, frozen in place, wondering why Peter wasn’t leading him the rest of the way with that heavy hand on the back of his neck.
The elevator had opened up into what looked like a private hallway, with floor-to-ceiling windows lining the wall to the right. The view was spectacular, but Chad didn’t pay it any mind. His attention was wholly on Peter.
The powerful alpha lifted his eyebrow questioningly, one hand on the door leading into his apartment. “Are you coming?”
Chad nodded, but he still didn’t move. Peter opened the door and stepped through, leaving Chad alone.
Casting a look at the button for the lobby, wondering if he was crazy for not pushing it and getting the hell out of there, Chad stepped out of the elevator and followed Peter into the apartment. He moved through a hallway that was twice the size of his own apartment and into a living room that looked like something out of a movie.
Chad knew that Peter was wealthy, but seeing how he lived really drove the point home. The man was out of his league in practically every way, and standing there in the living room of Peter’s sleek penthouse, the city sprawling out beneath them, Chad felt small.
“Take your clothes off.”
Chad looked up, caught off guard by the firm order. Peter was pouring himself a drink, studying Chad with an intense look on his face. He looked calm and utterly in control, and Chad took comfort in the fact that at least one of them knew what they were doing.
“What?” Chad asked. Peter put the bottle he was holding down and picked up his drink, taking a sip and studying Chad over the rim of his glass. The fact that he hadn’t offered Chad anything wasn’t lost on Chad.
“Your clothes. Take them off,” Peter ordered again. Feeling unsure, something tight and hot curling in his stomach, Chad started stripping off. He shrugged his coat off his shoulders,holding it in his hands as he looked around for somewhere to put it.
“On the chair,” Peter nodded to an uncomfortable-looking leather recliner. Chad draped his coat over the back of the chair, shooting a questioning look toward Peter before pulling off his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans.
Peter walked closer, studying him as he undressed like he was looking at a piece of art, moving around him in a circle as he enjoyed his drink.
Chad had never felt so exposed.
“Very nice,” Peter crooned, and Chad felt a flush of pleasure at the praise. He twisted his neck to keep track of where Peter stood, his breathing speeding up when Peter moved to stand right behind him.
“I told you to take off your clothes,” Peter chided, moving in so that he was pressed up against Chad’s back. The feel of Peter’s suit against his shoulder blades was oddly arousing, and when Peter placed his hands on his waist Chad leaned back into the touch without even thinking about it.
The feel of Peter’s callused hands had Chad’s skin breaking out into goosebumps. Every point of contact between Peter’s fingers and Chad’s skin was like a live wire to his cock.
Peter moved his hands down toward the waistband of Chad’s jeans, pushing them down over his hips along with his boxer briefs. Chad’s cock sprang free, bouncing up before gravity pulled the heavy weight down. A string of pre-cum trailed from the tip toward the floor.
“Good boy,” Peter said, crouching down and sliding Chad’s pants all the way down to his ankles. With his boots still laced up tight, the tangle of denim hobbled his legs and made Chad feel even more vulnerable.
Rising to his full height, pressing his fully clothed chest into Chad’s back, Peter wrapped his arms around Chad’s waist and let his hands feel their way up his abs and over his pecs, coming to rest on his nipples. Chad held his breath as Peter pinched his sensitive nubs between his thumb and index finger, rolling and tugging on them gently.
Peter thrust his hips forward, and Chad gasped. He could feel the dominant alpha’s massive bulge digging into his lower back, hard and big and wanting.
“You feel that?” Peter asked, his voice low and rough. He pinched down harder on Chad’s nipples, grinding into him. “That’s going inside of you.”
Chad’s mind ground to a halt. It hit him suddenly that he was really doing this. He had gone home with an alpha and he was going to let himself be fucked and knotted.
Was he crazy?
“I’m gonna make it so good for you,” Peter said, sliding one hand up to grip Chad’s throat. He pushed Chad’s head to the side so that he could lean down and drag his tongue over the exposed flesh of his neck.
Chad felt branded and claimed; the gentle scrape of teeth reminded him that Peter was much stronger than him. If Peter wanted to bite and claim him, there was nothing that he could do to stop him.
The thought should not have made his cock throb the way it did.
“On your knees.”
