Page 15 of Lilacs and Leather
“Let me convince you, sir,” Lucas breathes, his hands twitching at his sides.
I smirk down at him. I keep eye contact with him as I open my fly and free my aching cock from my boxers. Lucas leans in immediately and wraps his mouth around the swollen head. I hiss at the first brush of his lips against me, but he doesn’t waste any time with teasing. His tongue flicks across my slit as he sucks more of me down into his throat. I groan and close my eyes briefly, reveling in the feel of his hot mouth, the slide of his tongue on the underside of my shaft. I wrap my hand in his hair, pulling slightly as I take over the pace. Lucas looks up at me as I fuck his throat, saliva strings hanging between us as I back off briefly before pushing him all the way to the base and hold him there. He relaxes, and my hips twitch as his throat works me. He feels almost too good, the wet heat of his mouth around me making my skin flush and head spin. I want to let go, to empty myself into his eager mouth, but I draw back.
“Keep going,” I rasp, letting go of his head as an idea forms.
Lucas nods as he pulls away for a moment to catch his breath. He wraps one hand around the base, where I can feel the beginnings of my knot forming, squeezing softly as his mouth works the rest. I put a hand in my pocket and take out my phone. I dial a number, holding the phone up to my ear with one hand, the other finding Lucas’s hair again.
“Hello, you,” Lex chirps as she answers.
“Hello, Lex. How has your day been?” I ask, my voice surprisingly steady.
Lucas’s eyes flash up to me, stilling with my cock half in his mouth. I thrust forward, holding his head still as I slowly fuck his mouth.
“Long. I’m looking forward to coming home.” Lex sighs, and I hear her typing in the background.
“To Lucas?” I ask, unable to keep the pant from my voice.
The typing stops. “Has he done something I should be aware of?” Her tone is light, but I can hear the bite to it.
“He asked me to end your punishment early. He’s actually pleading his case right now.”
Lucas’s eyes go wide, and he grunts around my cock. I tug his hair sharply, and his grunts turn to a moan at the pain. The vibration of his moan goes right to the base of my spine, and I barely manage to swallow my groan of pleasure. I pull my beta away with a harsh yank on his hair, and Luc pants and swallows hard, trying to form words.
“Is he? And how convincing has he been?” she asks, and that bite is sharpening to a razor’s edge.
“Hmm, so far, so good. But it’s your call in the end,” I say, smirking to myself.
I angle my cock back toward Luc’s mouth, and he obediently opens for me, eyes locked with mine. In long, slow strokes, I push his nose to my pelvis, growling as his tongue moves against me. He keeps his eyes on mine, and I have to supress the urge to knot his mouth. I still feel it pulsing, and Luc’s lips close tight over the bulge, the pressure the most divine torture. I can hardly feel my legs and I go a little lightheaded with the pleasure of it.
Lex chuckles. “If he asked you to fuck him, who am I to deny you? But I told him he doesn’t get to come until I get home.”
I laugh, panting slightly as I try to regain some semblance of my control. “Sounds like a plan. We’re ordering out tonight, just a head’s up.”
I pull Lucas away, and he sits back on his heels, looking at me in confusion as he wipes his chin.
“Perfect. Wouldn’t want our little chef to be preoccupied,” Lex purrs.
I laugh and end the call, looking down at my beta. His confusion melts to concern as a smirk spreads across my face.
“Good news,” I growl, a gruff chuckle.
“What?” he pants.
“Get up and bend over for me now.”
His eyes light up, and he scrambles to obey. I move to a drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. By the time I turn around, Lucas is leaning on the island, excited eyes locked with mine over one shoulder.
I stroll back to him, setting the bottle on the counter next to his braced arm. I slowly roll up my sleeves to the elbow, not saying a word. I rub a hand down his back, gently soothing him until he relaxes more against the counter. His cock is trapped against the marble, and he shivers.
“Lex has given me permission to remove your plug, pet,” I say tenderly, my voice only slightly louder than a whisper.
Lucas lets out a sharp breath of relief, which makes my smirk grow.
“Thank you, sir. Thank you,” Lucas pants.
I chuckle and let my hand drift down between his cheeks, applying pressure to the base. Lucas gasps and arches, and I press and release my hand against him, fucking him deeper with the plug. His hips push back after a moment, and I can see the smear of his pre-cum on the cabinet below him. His desperate little whines make my cock throb and pulse, and I can feel my pre-cum beading on the swollen head.
Wrapping my fingers gently around the base, I drag it from his hole, even as his body fights to keep it in. Lucas groans deep in his chest as I pull it free of the ring of muscle, watching as his hole clenches and releases, seeking to be filled again.