Of course you’ll be good. You’re perfect.
Touch your cock through your underwear
Jesus fucking Christ. Chase’s cock twitched at those words: Of course you’ll be good. You’re perfect.
God, he wished the Alpha was there with him. Chase would be so obedient. Would keep his hands still while the Alpha touched him.
Instead, he had to do it himself. He rubbed the wet spot that had formed on the front of his briefs, abs clenching at the zap of pleasure that sparked through him.
He increased the pressure, using his palm now, rubbing across the length.
If his Alpha told him to come, he’d shoot right then.
As if he’d read Chase’s mind, his phone buzzed.
Aunix
Want you to touch your hole, baby
Just around it, don’t put anything in
Charlie
Ok yes thank you Alpha
I wish you were here please I need something
Aunix
Fuck
You’re being so good you’re perfect
Chase’s cheeks were so slick he slipped right in between, knees to his chest, briefs still on. They were hurting his wrist a little, but he couldn’t give less of a fuck. He circled his hole, the burning skin there feeling so empty it was as if he were in heat.
He’d do anything in that moment to have his Alpha there fucking into him. Splitting him open, making him feel full.
He fumbled the phone with his free hand, clicking the voice-to-text feature.
Charlie
Please Alpha please please can I put them in please
Aunix
Just one baby be good
Charlie
Thank you thank you
The width was almost nothing, but just having something breach him had his eyes rolling. He made a nonsensical noise, thrusting in and out, trying his hardest to be good and patient for his Alpha.
It wasn’t long before he was rewarded.
Aunix
Two, now