by D. J. Heart
“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.
“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.”
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 could feel Peter 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’t feel wrong.
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 was huge. 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 pleased the 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.
Peter pulled back and smacked his ass, the sharp sting making Chad’s cock twitch in pleasure. One more slap and Chad was convinced 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 licked into him. 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 make fucking him 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 was shooting 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 his ankles 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.
