Peter pulled back and smacked his ass, the sharp sting making Chad’s cock twitch in pleasure. One more slap and Chad wasconvinced he’d shoot his load. He couldn’t believe that a spank could turn him on so much.
“I told you to stay,” Peter warned. His voice was low and rough, and Chad couldn’t breathe because the dominance radiating off the older alpha was so intense.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, forcing his heels back to the ground. Peter didn’t answer, but the bruising way he squeezed Chad’s ass and pulled his cheeks apart before he dove back in to keep licking was answer enough.
This time Peter’s tongue didn’t just lick over his hole, it lickedintohim. Chad bit the inside of his cheek as Peter’s talented tongue pushed its way past his tight rim, making him feel a brand of pleasure that was entirely new to him.
But amazing as it felt, Chad still had no idea how Peter was going to makefuckinghim feel good. There was a pretty huge difference between the size of Peter’s tongue and cock.
Chad pushed his forehead into the door, his eyes clenched shut, and tried his best not to shoot his load as Peter kept working on his ass. Peter hadn’t told him he wasn’t allowed to come, but he hadn’t said that he could, either.
Pulling back, Peter released his grip on Chad’s right cheek. Expecting him to dive right back in and keep licking, Chad was surprised when a wad of spit hit his hole and Peter’s finger suddenly started pressing for entry.
Chad whimpered as Peter’s long index finger pushed inside of him in one smooth motion. The alpha curled his finger down, rubbing over something inside him that made sparks shoot up his spine and his balls tighten, and before he knew it Chad wasshooting his load harder than he’d ever shot his load before—and he wasn’t even touching his cock.
“Chad,” Peter chided, his voice stern. He reached around and grabbed Chad’s cock, jerking it off with firm, expert strokes. “Did I say you were allowed to come?”
“No,” Chad bit out. He could hardly think over the sensation of Peter milking his cock. He was past the point where he’d have stopped jerking himself off if he were by himself, and the pleasure was almost too much. His knot had swelled, hard and eager, but Peter cruelly left it alone. The overstimulation of his shaft coupled with the complete neglect of his knot was torture.
“Peter, I need…” Chad couldn’t finish the statement. Peter pulled his finger out of Chad’s hole and reached out to the mess of come coating the door—Chad’s load dripping down to the floor—and coated his fingers. When he moved them back to Chad’s ass, Chad yelped as he felt Peter push two fingers in.
He couldn’t believe that Peter was using his come as lube.
“You can take it,” Peter said, stroking Chad’s ass as he fucked into his hole with his fingers, scissoring them apart and stretching Chad’s rim open.
Chad didn’t answer, too focused on the overwhelming feeling of his oversensitive prostate being jabbed and abused by Peter’s rough fingers.
“Okay, let’s get you on the bed.”
Chad blinked, his ass feeling strangely empty when Peter removed his fingers, and stood up behind him. He gasped as Peter wrapped his strong arms around his chest, pulling him away from the wall and walking him over to the bed. With hisankles still hobbled by his jeans, Chad’s walk was clumsy and slow.
Chad wasn’t sure if he was allowed to lower his arms or not, so he kept them raised above his head. Peter didn’t comment, so Chad figured he was doing what he was supposed to.
There was something incredibly freeing about just doing what you were told and not thinking about it.
They reached the edge of the bed and Peter pushed him down. The feel of Peter’s crimson sheets against his cheeks was just as silky and soft as Chad had thought they would be. He turned his head, pushing his face into the luxurious material and breathing in the scent of Peter. Musky and fresh, Chad’s spent cock hardened painfully at the delicious scent.
Chad had never thought that the scent of another alpha would turn him on, but Peter’s did.
Peter leaned down to Chad’s feet and removed his boots, yanking his pants off the rest of the way and letting them fall to the floor.
“Crawl up,” Peter ordered when he was done. He climbed up on the bed and straddled Chad’s legs, his knees planted on either side of Chad’s thighs. Chad pulled himself up so that he was lying in the middle of the bed, Peter moving with him.
“Good boy,” Peter crooned, lowering himself down so that he was crouching over Chad’s back. Chad could feel the alpha’s cock coming to rest over his crack, Peter lowering himself down until his whole weight was resting on Chad’s body.
Chad had never felt so helpless or so good.
“You like that?” Peter asked, licking up Chad’s neck and teasing the shell of his ear with his teeth.
“Yeah…” Chad moaned, arching his back and pushing his ass up. He could feel Peter grinning into his neck.
“Good.”
Peter lifted up and moved back, kicking Chad’s legs apart, and settled into the space between his thighs. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Chad’s hips, lifting his ass up so that his hole was on perfect display.
“Beautiful.” Peter’s voice was gravelly. “You ready?”
Chad nodded, his fingers curling in the sheets over his head, not sure what Peter was asking but wanting it anyway.
