5. Julian

5

JULIAN

Shit, shit, shit that was the wrong thing to say.

Or the right thing depending on how you looked at it.

Isaac grasped his hair again and fuck, it was intoxicating the way the alpha just commanded Julian’s body for his own desires. One hard pull and his throat was exposed. Isaac’s cock settled between his ass cheeks, hot and hard.

Julian lay there, utterly defenceless, feeling Isaac’s breath ghost over his back. Was he going to remove the plug and fuck him right there and then? ’Cause Julian was ready. More than ready. His cock had gotten almost no attention tonight and he was already embarrassingly close to coming.

A small nudge and the plug turned slightly inside him. “Fuck,” Julian cursed under his breath. Wetness slid down his crack. Isaac’s saliva lubricating his stretched hole. Euphoria surged through him as he felt Isaac tug the toy, every fibre of his being screaming for the alpha to fuck him and fuck him now. But it quickly deflated as Isaac shoved it back in, twisting it so his spit was trapped inside.

Isaac was teasing him. Julian curled his fingers tight and groaned. How the fuck did he get here anyway?

Three days earlier.

“You have to make the first move.”

Julian wasn’t sure he heard Miles correctly. “I’m sorry, what?”

Miles hopped up onto the kitchen bench and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl. “You heard me,” he said as he tossed it in the air. It landed back in his palm with a loud thwack.

“Me…make the first move…with Isaac.” Surely Miles could hear how outrageous that sounded.

Instead he just sighed. “I don’t think he quite knows where you guys stand anymore after your fight, even though you’ve put it behind you. Plus, he’s being respectful of your relationship with Juno and would never do anything to jeopardise that.” He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. “It won’t, by the way. Juno was meant to talk to you about that — did she?”

“I think she started to the other day, but then…” Yeah, Julian was pretty sure that was the day she’d edged him and edged him until his balls actually hurt when he was finally allowed to come.

Miles took one look at his dazed expression and scoffed. “I would be more annoyed but I get it.” He shrugged. “Just trust me when I say whatever Juno and Isaac’s issues were with each other over you have been long settled. Did you not hear about the flour incident?”

“Flour incident?”

Miles was smacking his forehead with his palm, muttering something about having to do everything himself. “Never mind. All you need to know is that he wants you. Ok?”

Julian merely nodded, too stunned to speak. Miles leapt down from the bench, apparently satisfied with their conversation. He looked appraisingly at Julian while polishing the unbitten side of his apple on his shirt. “Oh and I assume it’s been a while for you so…” Miles gave Julian a loaded look downward before meeting his eyes directly. “Make sure you’re prepared,” he said before sauntering off.

So that was why he had a half feral alpha holding him captive while he toyed with his plugged asshole.

Suddenly Isaac released him and stepped back, breathing hard. “Go stand by the window,” he commanded Julian.

Julian dutifully obeyed, unsure of what Isaac wanted. “Further back,” Isaac ordered.

Another step.

“Further.”

The glass was icy against his bare, heated flesh. He glanced over his shoulder at the bustling intersection several stories below them.

Isaac was there when he swung his head back around. “You love this.” Isaac’s voice was low and dangerous, curling around him. His firm hands gripped his hips. “You want everyone to see what a good little fuck hole you are, don’t you?”

The plug slid deeper inside him as Isaac pressed him against the window. When they were outside earlier, Isaac had commented that the entire glass facade of the hotel was tinted for privacy. But imagining that it wasn’t? That anyone could just look up and see his filled ass against the glass? His cock twitched, a movement that did not go unnoticed.

Isaac jerked his head, indicating to Julian to turn around. He instinctively braced his hands against the glass and was rewarded with a satisfied hum from Isaac. A steady hand traced his spine, through his shoulder blades, between the dip of his lower back until—

“Oh fuuuuuuck,” Julian moaned as Isaac carefully eased the plug out. There was the sound of a plastic lid opening and a slick hand gliding up and down. Then he felt the blunt rounded tip of Isaac’s lubed cockhead rest against his loosened hole.

“Now everyone’s going to watch me make you come,” he whispered darkly, before sliding in to the hilt.

Julian made an inhuman noise as Isaac began slowly pulling out. It had been a long, long time since Julian had been with someone like this. Although he was already fairly certain he had never been fucked like this. The building anticipation — from their first meeting, to joining the pack, sitting through dinner to the moment that hotel door clicked shut — made the feel of Isaac’s cock sliding out his ass a fucking firework of sensation.

“You ok?” Isaac checked in, gently brushing the hair off his forehead.

“Yes.” Julian watched his own shattered breath fog up the window. “You have to fuck me, Isaac. I need it, I need it so bad,” he begged.

All he could do was grip the slippery glass as best he could and pray his legs didn’t collapse. Isaac controlled everything else. His mind, his body, his pleasure. With each deep thrust, his cockhead would pound against the crucial, aching spot inside him while the thick drag of him ratcheted his feverish bliss higher and higher.

The muscles in his arms and chest grew taut as his heart thudded wildly. Julian could feel the pressure building at the base of his cock as his balls tightened, ready for his impending release. He looked down in shock at the dribble of precum leaking from him and streaking against the glass.

His prime alpha was competent at a lot of things — including fucking Julian to orgasm without ever laying a hand on his cock.

Unable to hold back any longer, Julian cried out as cum spurted from his swollen tip, coating the window with obscene, viscous drips. When the blinding white spots faded from his vision, Isaac was kissing and licking his neck, his cock heavy and still inside him.

“That was beautiful, Julian,” Isaac praised him. “Shame I have no idea how clean that glass is, otherwise I would lick it right up.” His hand circled Julian’s over-sensitive cock and he recoiled slightly. “Looks like you still saved me a taste though.”

His limp body was laid back on the bed and before Julian could register what Isaac had said, his cock was being sucked into a hot mouth. His hips snapped upward of their own accord when Isaac started swirling his tongue around the tip.

Isaac’s mouth was on his cock.

Isaac was tasting his cum.

Isaac was swallowing his cum.

“It’s too much,” Julian whimpered. Isaac was there with him, shushing him gently before finding his lips with his own. Legs entwined, bodies fitted, breaths weaving. Kissing and kissing until Julian grew hard again, the smoothed taut skin of his erection brushing against Isaac’s cock.

“Now, hands on the headboard and show me how well I’ve stretched you out.”

The calm before the apocalyptic storm was over.

Julian should have found it humiliating but there was no shame. Only the imperative need to please his prime. He held on tight to the bed and arched his back for Isaac’s viewing pleasure.

“You’ve been such a good boy, Julian. Taking everything I’ve given you.” His palm was making gentle circles on one ass cheek. Julian gasped, back snapping straight as Isaac changed tack and spanked him hard. Then melted, shuddering and groaning as Isaac spat on his sensitive hole. One firm push and Julian was on his back, legs splayed open. “Should I fuck you full of my cum now?”

The idea inflamed Julian’s mind. He craved Isaac’s cock back in his ass. Was desperate to feel him drip out of him afterwards.

“Give me everything,” he whispered as he guided Isaac back inside him.

Watching Isaac fuck him was a masterpiece. Shadows played in the contours of his flexed muscles along his arms and chest. His rugged leather and rum scent filled the room and consumed him. But it was the smooth caress of his voice that was going to end Julian. You look so perfect on my cock. You’ve done so well tonight.

But soft words didn’t change the fact that Isaac’s pace this time was relentless. Just using his ass hard to chase his own pleasure. Julian wanted him to fuck deeper and care even less. He was reduced to needy sounds and one hand erratically stroking his cock. It didn’t take long before he came a second time, his cum thinner and milkier as it pooled in his navel. His convulsions squeezed Isaac tight and the alpha swore, reaching down to grip his knot as he filled Julian with his release.

Julian’s last thought before he lost consciousness was to wonder how it would feel to have a bond.