Rupert whimpered. “Please, Winston.”
“I want you to come for me,” the alpha commanded, “now. I want to make you come, Roo, over and over—I want to give you so much pleasure.”
“Winston,please, I need to—”
The alpha’s voice dropped lower. “When you go on bedrest, you’re not allowed to wear anything—I want you naked, the whole time, so I can just—”
“Oh, fuck!” Rupert cried, his eyes snapping open.
“Easy access,” Winston growled at him, the hand between them now furiously stroking Rupert. “When I wake up in the morning, before breakfast, before I go to work, then when I get home from the office and—”
“Yes!” Rupert shouted, and he wasn’t sure if he was agreeing to the idea or to the way Winston twisted his wrist and pleasure shot through him, like a river suddenly undammed. He moaned as Winston kept stroking him, his nerves still singing. “Oh, God, Winston, I—”
“Gonna come again?”
Rupert pressed into his forearms and nodded. “Yes. Yes, I—”
“Do it,” Winston whispered, “do it for me, show me how good you feel.”
Rupert bit his lip and tilted his head back, exposing his throat. “I—oh, Winston, I’m gonna—”
Winston’s fingers dug deep into the back of his hips, almost lifting him up. He shuddered through his second orgasm, then let his legs fall, his head tipping back.
“God,” Winston muttered above him, “perfection.” He drove in deep, then came with a grunt.
He pulled out of Rupert a second later, and Rupert’s feet hit the floor. “Shit,” he said, grimacing as come dribbled down his thighs. He looked beseechingly at Winston. “Help me?”
Winston stared at him for a second. “Are you … stuck?”
“Don’t laugh at me!” Rupert cried. “You’re the one who put me in this position!”
“You’re the one who wanted to get railed,” the alpha countered but gave him his hand and pulled him upright. Rupert sat back down on the table a second later, sighing deeply.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime, love.”
He smiled coyly at the alpha. “You know I mean …”
Winston smirked back. “The answer is the same: anytime, love.”