Page 14 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

He’d let them come apart from where he held them behind his back, and he quickly put them back, bobbing up and down on me.

The sight of him obeying me was too much. My balls tightened and I crested with a shout. I pumped into him, and I wasn’t lying. It was a lot. There was no way he was going to get all of that down his throat, and I started to pull away, to say that he could—

But he latched on tighter, the suction more intense as his throat worked, and he did, he swallowed all of it.

In the wake of it, I panted, hands in his hair, disrupting his ponytail. It had felt good, but I was still hard. That was odd.

I thrust my foot between his legs and started rubbing his erection. “Stay there,” I said in a silky voice. “Keep your mouth on your alpha, bad boy.”

We played this game a lot, too. He’d have to kneel in front of me and hold my cock in his mouth. Usually my soft cock, while I did all manner of things. Talked on the phone, watched TV, ate snacks. If I got hard, he had to suck me off and swallow my come as punishment because it was always his fault that he’d gotten me aroused.

I rubbed my foot against him. “Come this way, bad boy. Come in your pants, make a mess of yourself, because you’re bad.”

He groaned.

“Just like that, Johannes. You wanted a release, now you’ll take it, and then you’ll have to clean yourself up. Bad boys make messes, and you’re a bad, bad, bad boy.”

I felt him jerk against me. It had been quick for him too. There was a telltale warmth, wetness seeping onto my sock. “Naughty Johannes, got your filth on me.”

He looked up at me, mouth still full of my cock, his expression insouciant, not the least bit ashamed of himself.

I grinned at him. Fuck. “I love you,” I whispered. That came out at odd times with us, strange little moments, and it always felt good, too good, and it scared me, too.

He gave my cock an affectionate suck.

“You’ll have to clean my sock too,” I said, careless. “Get off me, you dirty thing.”

He moved his mouth off and stood up, showing off the wet stain on his pants. He stretched and then motioned with one hand.

I put my foot in his hand, lying back on the bed.

He stripped off my shoe and my sock and then went off into the bathroom, where I heard the sink running.

I rolled over, face against the coverlet. I groaned. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Oh, no, I’m a bad, filthy boy,” he sang out. “Gotta scrub away my filth. And I’m still hard, by the way. You?”

I groaned again. “Fucking omega.”

“I know, right?” He giggled. He was having the time of his life. Johannes took pleasure in strange things, but then… well, so did I. We went well together, in the end. “You want to get in the shower with me?”

“I want you to leave your soiled clothes and get back out here and undress me,” I said.

The sink went off.

He appeared in the adjoining door to the bathroom. “Well, then.” He waggled his eyebrows. He was entirely naked, and his hair was down, falling around his shoulders so that he looked like some kind of warrior from antiquity. His body was all muscle and brawn. He was spectacularly beautiful. His cock was huge and red and sticking straight out.

It made my mouth water. “Get over here,” I said.

He sauntered to the bed and climbed over me. He began undressing me, lazy, tutting to himself under his breath as he removed my suit jacket, loosened my tie, and began unbuttoning my shirt.

I lay there and let him. All the while, my cock was peeking out of my pants, hard and bare.

He wrapped a hand around it. “What are we going to do with this?”

I chuckled. “You have any ideas?”

“Oh, I get ideas?” He grinned. “I didn’t think bad boys like me got to have ideas.”

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