Chapter 12

“Gods, cub. That was so good. You did so good for me.” He sounded as wrecked as I felt, and pride unfurled in my gut. I’d done that to him. He pulled me forward at the same time he bent down, and he took my mouth in a hard, fast, wholly possessive kiss. Our tongues tangled, danced, as he explored every part of my mouth. His cum ground into my beard. That was going to be a pain to wash out, but I didn’t care.

Eventually he ended the kiss, then pressed his forehead to mine, panting just as hard as I was. When Trey tilted his head to look down, he let out a surprised sound. I followed his gaze, and saw my red, weeping dick. If I’d had any coordination at all, I would have grabbed it. It would have taken me only a stroke or two before I orgasmed. But I didn’t, and part of me didn’t want to either.

“You didn’t come,” and the pride in his voice gave me a sense of peace that filled me with joy. “I didn’t tell you that you couldn’t, but I’m glad. Because now I get to wring the cum out of you. Up on the bed, cub.”

Trey had to help me. I wasn’t steady, after such a long time on my knees and the lack of oxygen. But that seemed to please Trey, so I didn’t mind. I landed face down, and groaned as my hard cock made contact with the comforter. Trey gave another one of those dark chuckles, and slapped my ass. I yelped, but liked the feeling of the heat that spread across my cheek. I lifted my ass, silently asking for another.

“We’ll play with that another time, cub. On your back, knees bent and spread.” It took me a moment to comply, but when I managed it, I was rewarded with the sight of a naked Trey. He was honed and cut, muscled and toned, and I wanted to lick every inch of his body. He smirked at me as though he knew exactly what I was thinking. Maybe he did. But he didn’t say anything as he retrieved a bottle of lube from the nightstand, then knelt on the bed between my spread thighs.

“You were so good, cub. So, so good. You took my cock so beautifully. And I promised you a reward, didn’t I?”

“Yes, sir.” My words were slurred, and my voice sounded fucked out, but I felt so good it didn’t matter.

Trey slathered his fingers in lube, then gently touched my hole. I hissed at the contact, not sure what I felt. I had never had anyone else inside there, and my own fingers had felt inadequate the few times I’d tried. But Trey was insistent. Gentle, but never ceasing, and one finger popped in. I groaned, then spread my knees wider to make room for him.

“So good. You’re so good for me, aren’t you? Hands up, grab the headboard, and don’t move them.” His voice was low, barely more than a growl, and I shivered as it washed over me even as I did as he asked. I found the edge of the headboard and curled my fingers around it, holding on tightly. “You can come whenever you want. But you have to come from this. Just from my fingers inside you.”

I whined. I couldn’t help it. His words almost did more to inflame me than his finger. But when he added a second, that pinch of pain overrode my senses for a second, and I moaned a garbled scream.

I lost myself. I was no longer in my body. There was only Trey and his fingers and the inexorable stretch and press on my gland. I started babbling without even realizing it, moans and stuttered words falling from my lips. My body was taut as a harp string, and I widened my knees, wanting him deeper. Wanting more.

“Please, please, please,” I begged. “I need to come!”

“So come,” he said almost lazily and punctuated it with an extra-long, hard press against my gland.

I sobbed a cry. “Touch me!”

“I’m touching you,” he said and proved it by pushing in another finger. My hips jerked upward, and Trey’s hand followed, tugging on my rim before surging back in to rub incessantly. I cried out, but he didn’t relent. Just pressed, pressed, pressed.

“My dick! Please, Alpha. Sir. Please touch my dick.”

“No. I love your manners, but no. You’ll come from this or not at all.”

Tears streamed down my face, and I had to squeeze the headboard even harder so I didn’t let go and take myself in hand. Then Trey grabbed the back of my right thigh, shoved it up and out, and his fingers, impossibly, slid in just a bit farther. He twisted his hand, incessantly rubbing my gland, then turned his fingers so the tips rested on my gland. I panted, but then he pushed, never letting off on the pressure.