(BL)Alpha Made Chapter 83: A stick that talks back (m)

"Do it. I don’t mind." Andrew egged him on, already imaging Maxwell rubbing himself against him, finding pleasure on him. Fuck. It made him so fucking hard. Maxwell’s eyes widened, before a grin split his face.

"Do you like the idea of that?" He asked, and Andrew nodded. Maxwell chuckled. "Then I’ll save that for later. For now, I want sothing else." Maxwell moved closer, raising his hips into the air and Andrew shifted so he could catch a glimpse of his ass.

Maxwell snorted, amusent in his gaze as he slowly undid Andrew’s belt and pushed his pants open. He barely pulled Andrew out of his underwear, and sighed happily when Andrew’s cock bounced to et him. Maxwell’s hand wrapped around Andrew’s cock and Andrew groaned. He loved feeling the difference between their hands. Maxwell’s were soft, warm, always moisturized, where Andrew’s were a little rougher.

Since he hadn’t been working with chemicals recently, they had softened slightly, but there was still a difference in their grip and texture. It was heaven having Maxwell’s soft, slightly smaller hands on his cock.

"I do believe soone is continuing to get bigger down here. I might not be able to fit you in my mouth anymore." Maxwell teased, his blue eyes turning into blue crescents as he looked at Andrew. Andrew was breathing heavily already.

"That’s...that’s fine." Andrew’s words hesitated for only a second and Maxwell tossed his head back with laughter. Andrew watched his every move like a man starved, and Maxwell knew it.

"Oh Baby. Is soone worried about that? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that I get alot of practise in so that soone isn’t worried." Maxwell licked his lips. "We’re lucky right now that you haven’t learned how to knot, or we might be in serious trouble. I know just how much you like , Andy." Maxwell’s laughter and happiness made it hard for Andrew to breathe. He’d moved his hands away from Maxwell’s thighs because he was worried he’d hurt him with his grip.

He was happy he had done so.

"I-Is that right?" Andrew asked softly, his brain foggy as he took in the hot, horny man above him. Maxwell grinned, leaning in further so that he could kiss Andrew’s lips.

"Yeah. I have a feeling that the first ti you’re going to knot is when your cock is down my throat. I hope we won’t have to call Dr. Smith to get so help." His chuckle was full of humour, while Andrew felt his head go blank.

"I-I like that, but I think I’d like it more if I was balls deep inside of you and I knotted." Andrew whispered, his lips feeling swollen and full even though they’d barely kissed. Maxwell sucked in.

"Balls deep? Andy, you’re too big already. Where do you think all that cock is going to go?" Maxwell teased. "I do have a uterus inside of . You rember that, right?" Andrew nodded, swallowing. His grip tightened on the edge of the chair.

"It’s going to go in your tight little hole. I’d fill you up. I also want you to never forget the feeling of my cock. There is no better option for that than knotting you so deep you can’t tell where I begin and you end." Maxwell licked his lips, staring down into Andrew’s fevered gaze.

"Soone is speaking like an alpha now." He said, and Andrew felt panic fill him until Maxwell pressed a smiling kiss against his lips. "It’s fucking hot." Andrew exhaled, the tense feeling leaving his body, but only for a mont as Maxwell wrapped his hand around his cock again. "But, you’re being punished right now. Stop making what to let you participate." Maxwell scolded, before Andrew felt the head of his cock rub against Maxwell’s asshole.

Sucking in, Andrew gripped onto the driver’s seat as Maxwell played with his cock. Soaking the tip in the liquid dripping from him.

"Oh look, I’m so excited to see you." He teased, a flush high on his cheeks as he looked down at Andrew. Andrew was doing everything in his willpower to follow along with Maxwell’s demands. He was really trying, but Maxwell was feeling like a damn incubus, and Andrew could feel a breaking point. If Maxwell didn’t sink down on Andrew’s cock soon, he felt like sothing inside of him would break.

Worried, Andrew opened his mouth to say sothing, wanting to warn Maxwell, but had the words sucked right out of his mouth as Maxwell held him firr and slowly, oh so slowly, took Andrew in.

He stopped about halfway, giving himself a mont to adjust. Maxwell’s breathing had sped up, the colour deeper on his cheeks, and a gleam in his eyes. He exhaled slowly, moving his hips in a slow, calm circle that had Andrew’s thighs tensing. Maxwell let out a breathy chuckle.

"You look so tense, Baby. Am I squeezing you too hard?" Maxwell clenched around Andrew and Andrew flinched. He was desperately trying not to cum, and Maxwell wasn’t helping.

Moving his hands so that they were on Andrew’s chest, Maxwell leaned in, kissing Andrew lazily as he continued to circle his hips. Andrew couldn’t have resisted the man even if he wanted to, and responded to Maxwell’s lazy kiss in kind. The feeling of Maxwell’s hands twitching slightly when he rubbed against his favourite spot had Andrew’s cock twitching, but he was going to restrain himself.

He needed to. He wasn’t wearing a condom, and Maxwell told him he wasn’t allowed to. Fuck fuck fuck. Andrew’s grip on the seat was punishing, and his fingers were slowly going numb. He wasn’t touching Maxwell except for where Maxwell touched him, and it was driving him insane.

Maxwell pulled away from the kiss, inhaling before he frowned slightly.

"Andy, your pheromones are wicked right now. What’s going on?" He asked, and Andrew’s breathing was irregular. He shook his head.

"I-It’s the punishnt. I’m having a hard ti." Maxwell frowned.

"Okay. What’s wrong?" Maxwell asked and Andrew stared up at him, with his hair slightly falling into his face, his blue eyes hazy and full of concern. His lips slightly wet, and colour high on his face. Andrew gulped.

"I can’t touch you. I’m afraid to. If I do, I know you’ll be mad because all I want to do is thrust into you over and over right now." Andrew said, worried, and Maxwell’s expression softened, the worry washing away.

"Did you want to cum once and get it over with?" Maxwell asked sweetly, and Andrew gulped.

"But that isn’t-" Maxwell bent, pressing kisses against Andrew’s throat. Andrew sucked in, tilting his head back so that Maxwell could do whatever he wanted.

"Baby, it isn’t as if I want you to be upset at the end of this. Do you want to cum? Can you ask nicely?" Andrew gave Maxwell a desperate look.

"You’ll let ?" Andrew’s voice held a hint of breathiness, a hint of tears, and a hint of desperation. Maxwell froze.

Maxwell moved his hands until they were clasping Andrew’s face, Maxwell staring down at him. Andrew wasn’t sure what was going through his mind until a beautiful, wicked smile cross his lips. He looked like a fallen angel coming directly for Andrew.

"Oh Baby, when you ask like that, I want to let you do anything." Andrew nearly choked when Maxwell gently, slowly withdrew a small bit of Andrew’s cock, before thrusting his hips down quickly. Maxwell took almost all of Andrew, biting his bottom lip as he moaned. "You feel so fucking good." Maxwell said, and Andrew felt his head go dizzy.

"Max, I-" Maxwell circled his hips before doing a few shallow, quick thrusts.

"Cum. Cum for Andrew. It’s alright." Andrew’s balls were tight, tense, and all he needed to hear was Maxwell’s harsh order. Andrew heard sothing rip as he pumped his hips once, coming flush with Maxwell’s ass as he filled him with his cum. Maxwell shuddered, gasping as he felt the hot liquid fill him. "Holy shit." Maxwell gasped while Andrew whimpered below him.

"Max. You feel so fucking good. Oh god. I can’t stop." Andrew was shaking and Maxwell kissed his lips, his face.

"It’s okay. It’s fine. You’re allowed to cum. Fill up Andrew. Do it." Andrew couldn’t refuse him, and stared up into his face, almost pained as Maxwell stared at him in shock. Andrew could feel him holding him inside, twitching and squeezing and it only made it harder for Andrew to stop cumming.

"I-I don’t think I’ve ever cum this much before." He whispered, worried, and Maxwell nodded, his gaze a little distant.

"I agree." Andrew worried, since his response was so cold. His cock hadn’t stopped, but he knew he was almost finished. It was a lot. He was worried about Maxwell, and what it ant, but instead of responding the way he expected, Maxwell sighed.

Removing his hands from Andrew’s face, Maxwell sat up, gently touching his lower stomach. His touch beca a little more firm, and Andrew could feel him prodding him from the outside. He winced.

"Look at how deeply you fill ." Maxwell teased, his gaze still distant. "And look how deep you shot inside of . Fuck. I think I’m going to get addicted to this." Andrew shuddered.

"Y-You aren’t mad?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell gave him a confused look.

"Mad? Why would I be mad? Baby, I’m so fucking horny I’m pretty sure I could have an orgasm from just my ass if you kept cumming any longer." Andrew felt his cock swell imdiately, and Maxwell laughed. "Already ready to go? I thought you were going to need another minute." Andrew swallowed thickly.

"I...I don’t think I’ll ever be soft while inside of you." He admitted. "And I don’t think that’s an alpha thing." Maxwell licked his lips.

"Well, do you want to put that to the test? How many rounds do you think you can last when I don’t pull you out?" Maxwell asked, raising his hips before rocking them back into place. Andrew moaned, his cock still pulsating inside of the man. Maxwell shivered. "That is so fuck hot. I can still feel you cuming inside of in little spurts. Are you even going to stop, Andrew?" Andrew’s face grew pained.

"I can’t stop. It feels too good inside of you." Andrew whimpered, and Maxwell laughed.

"What a good stick I’ve found. Or maybe I should call you a fountain?" Andrew clenched his jaw.

"I think I prefer the stick. I’m not exploding anywhere but inside of you." Andrew protested Maxwell’s words, and Maxwell, ever the tease that he was, raised himself up again before slamming himself down again.

"Hmm. Agree to disagree? I like the idea of having my own, personal fountain who only turns on for . Anyone can get a stick."