Chad blinked, taking a second to process the words. Peter stepped back, leaving Chad feeling cold and unsteady. Without actually deciding to obey, Chad sank to his knees with a thud. He couldfeelPeter towering over him behind his back, and the little hairs on the back of his neck rose.
Peter crouched down behind him, his hands coming to rest on Chad’s shoulders. Chad reached back and put his hands on Peter’s knees to steady himself.
“You like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you?” Peter asked, his voice thoughtful. Chad nodded, swallowing noisily when Peter’s hands moved toward each other, fingers closing around his neck like a collar.
“Answer me,” Peter ordered, pressing down gently on the space under Chad’s Adam’s apple.
“I… I like it,” Chad admitted. He felt like he was someone else—someone who could let go and not worry about anything—and it was the best feeling in the world.
“Good boy,” Peter said. Again, Chad felt the praise like a physical thing. His cock twitched, and Chad would have given anything to be allowed to touch himself.
Abruptly—or at least it seemed so to Chad—Peter stood up and started walking away. Chad stayed where he was, wondering what he should do, but Peter didn’t leave him hanging.
“Follow me,” Peter called over his shoulder. Chad started to stand up, his thighs trembling, when Peter called out again. “On your knees.”
Blushing furiously, Chad lowered himself back to his knees and placed his palms flat on the floor in front of him. Crawling after Peter like an omega in heat was humiliating, but for some reason Chad’s cock was harder than ever. He knew that an alpha should never willingly debase himself like this, but it didn’tfeelwrong.
Chad followed Peter through another long hallway and into what had to be the alpha’s bedroom. An enormous bed dominated the room, crimson sheets making it look sinfully luxurious.
“Stand up,” Peter ordered. He took off his suit jacket and hung it on a hanger by the door, unbuttoning his white dress shirt as Chad rose to his feet. Chad watched as Peter stripped off his shirt and unbuttoned his fly, revealing wide shoulders and a powerful chest tapering down to a trim waist. Peter was ripped, and looking down at his own body Chad suddenly felt inadequate.
But that was nothing like what he felt when Peter let his cock spring free. It washuge. Chad stared at the intimidating length, with envy, terror and lust warring for dominance within him.
It took just a few seconds for lust to win the battle. Chad licked his lips, wondering what that magnificent cock would feel like pushing inside of him. What it would taste like on his tongue.
Kicking off his shoes, Peter stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. He was naked, and all Chad could do was stare.
“I like it when you look at me like that,” Peter said, grinning with satisfaction. Chad felt a thrill of pleasure that he had pleasedthe other alpha. Making Peter happy was a rush unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
Peter walked toward him, his massive erection leading the way. He didn’t stop until his hard length was pressed flat against Chad’s abs, huge and firm and burning hot.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay?” Peter said, lifting his hand to cradle Chad’s face. “Understand?”
Chad frowned. He hadn’t felt unsafe with Peter since their first meeting, and even then Peter had backed off completely once he caught on that Chad wasn’t into it. Chad trusted that Peter would do the same now—even if they were in the middle of having sex.
Was he naïve for assuming that Peter wouldn’t be an asshole?He hoped not.
“I know,” he said when Peter just kept looking at him. He offered up a small smile to let the other alpha know that he wasn’t scared. Peter grinned and grabbed the back of his neck, holding him still for a scorching kiss. When he pulled back his lips were pulled up in a self-satisfied grin.
“Good. If it gets to be too much for you, just say so. I won’t be mad.”
Chad nodded, impatient to get back to the kissing, unable to help a needy whine from escaping his throat.
“Greedy, aren’t you?” Peter laughed. Chad blushed again. He bent his head and rubbed his face on Peter’s neck, gasping when Peter grabbed him by the wrists and pushed his hands up over his head.
With his arms pinned above him, Peter holding each wrist trapped against the door, Chad felt like he was floating. He moaned in pleasure as Peter leaned down and pressed their lips together, licking into his mouth and biting at his lower lip. Peter explored and laid claim to Chad’s mouth like he had all the time in the world.
“Have you ever taken anything up your ass?” Peter asked between kisses. Chad shook his head, breathless, his lips swollen and rubbed raw from Peter’s faint stubble.
“Then we better get you ready.”
Chad’s toes curled at the dark promise in Peter’s voice. He was still breathing hard when Peter took a step back and grabbed his shoulders, manhandling him around so that he was facing the door. Grabbing hold of his wrists again, Peter pulled them up high and slammed them down on the door.
“Don’t move,” the words were almost a growl, and Chad shuddered. When Peter let go of his wrists it felt like they were locked into place by invisible shackles.
“You’ve got an amazing ass,” Peter said. He crouched down and took hold of Chad’s ass, gripping one cheek in each hand, squeezing down and pulling the muscular globes apart to expose Chad’s virgin hole.
Chad didn’t know what he’d expected, but it was not for Peter to lean in and lick a broad wet stripe over his opening. He gasped, Peter’s tongue firm and wet, lifting up on his toes and arching his back with an embarrassing mewl.
