“I would haul you over here and make you suck my cock, sweetheart.”
Aaren whimpered, his slick soaking through his pants. He could already taste the salt of Hades’ precome; he could already feel that velvety blunt tip against his tongue. “Please get us home.”
“That’s what I’m doing right now.”
The cross-breeze through the car must’ve helped Hades keep in control. He pulled into the driveway and cut the engine; Aaren fumbled his seatbelt off and reached over, closing his fingers around Hades’ hot bulge.
Hades snarled, his hips jerking up, his cock pulsing against Aaren’s fingers. “Inside,” Hades growled, his voice raking down Aaren’s spine, going straight to his cock. “Get in and strip.”
Then he closed his strong fist around Aaren’s wrist and tugged his hand off his bulge. Aaren whined.
“The sooner you’re a good omega for me, the sooner you’ll be stuffed full of cock,” Hades promised.
Aaren got out of the car so quickly, it was a miracle he didn’t trip and fall flat on his face.
Hades laughed quietly behind him. He rolled up the windows and locked the car, following Aaren to the front door. Hades had the key; he pressed up against Aaren, shoving him forward and crushing the paper bag between Aaren and the door. Aaren couldn’t help squirming, grinding his entire body against his alpha like a cat.
“Fuck,” Hades hissed. He held Aaren in place and rolled his hips once, dragging that thick length against the small of Aaren’s back. “You said your heat was due next week.”
“M-Maybe you triggered it. You’ve been feeding me so much cock.” Aaren squirmed around to face his alpha, grabbing his bulge. Hades swore.
Then the door opened, and Hades caught Aaren’s hands, pulling them off his wet tip. “Get in and strip.”
Aaren was obeying even before the door closed. In no time at all, he was naked, slick trickling down his damp thighs, his skin so sensitive that even a brush of Hades’ arm made him shiver. Hades locked the door and kicked off his shoes. He strode to one of the other rooms that Aaren hadn’t paid attention to before.
It was a home office, Aaren realized. There was a desk with a huge computer screen, flanked by a bookcase and a printer. In another corner of the room was an easel, a drafting desk, and several sketchbooks and art supplies on some shelves.
“Here, give me the panties. I’ll cut the tags off.”
Aaren handed over the crumpled bag, watching as Hades grabbed a pair of scissors and slowly, carefully, removed the tags.
“Which do you want to wear first?”
“Um.” Aaren tried to think. The ache between his legs made thinking difficult. He wanted to be held down andstuffed.But they were in a safe place, and Hades was going to fuck him soon. He could wait a little longer. “Less access first? We can switch to something with more... accessibility later.”
Hades groaned, palming his bulge. “I like the way you think.”
He handed Aaren the wine-red panties with the pearls. Aaren leaned against the desk and pulled them on.
In their hurry to leave Rosy’s Intimates, Tripp had not taken the time to redo all the open pearl buttons on the panties. When Aaren pulled them on, the panties gaped open. His cock and balls spilled out, at the same time cool air slipped into the rear opening and teased his cheeks.
“Mmm.” Hades’ breath rushed out. He stepped closer and cupped Aaren’s cock and balls, carefully tucking them back into his panties. Aaren couldn’t help but moan, his precome shooting all over Hades’ hand. “Yes,” Hades growled, squeezing him lightly. “Now, stay still.”
Slowly, Hades buttoned the panties back up. His fingers dipped inside and slid against Aaren’s cock as he wrangled the pearls back through their elastic loops. Aaren almost came; the light touches were driving him wild.
Finally, the buttons were back in place, red lace stretched over Aaren’s stiff bulge. The panties fit him perfectly, soft fabric hugging his cock and balls. Aaren was certain that his slick was dripping out through the opening at the back.
“H-How do I look?” he whimpered. He was suddenly aware of all his bare skin. The panties were a contrast: so delicate on him, wrapped around his most sensitive parts.
“So beautiful,” Hades growled, tugging on the lace so Aaren felt a sudden pressure against his balls. “Turn around and let me see.”
Aaren turned, and Hades inhaled sharply. “You’re leaking so much slick, sweetheart.”
He cupped Aaren’s ass and slid his fingers through the rear opening, dipping them between Aaren’s slippery asscheeks.
“Fuck,” Hades hissed, yanking his hand back. “I need to get things started, or I’ll go into rut right here and have you pinned on the floor before you know it.”
“But that means your cock would be inside me,” Aaren whimpered. “I want your cock.”
