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“You’re angry,” Troy murmured as he left the bed and moved towards his mate. When he got to him, he moved onto Philip’s lap to straddle him. “What’s wrong?” Troy buried his face against Philip’s neck and breathed him in as he waited for him to speak. He couldn’t stop the moan which rumbled within his chest at his mate’s unique, sweet and intoxicating scent. All it took was a whiff of Philip’s scent to get him sexually charged. He pressed a kiss against Philip’s neck and then sat up. “Tell me why you’re angry.” He demanded as he started unbuttoning Philip’s shirt. But Philip said nothing.
Troy unbuttoned Philip’s shirt and drew it apart to reveal perfect washboard abs and a sexy six-pack. He felt his mouth water as his body responded instinctively to the sight of his mate’s hot body. His hungry eyes followed the dusting of dark hair over Philip’s chest which arrowed down into a thin line that disappeared into his pants. Troy felt himself moving to kneel between Philip’s spread legs before he even knew what he was doing. When his hands went to Philip’s belt buckle, he half expected Philip to stop him but he didn’t.
Troy looked up hesitantly at Philip as he unbuckled his belt. Philip’s expression hadn’t changed. Troy dropped his eyes and undid the clasp on Philip’s jeans. Then he began to slowly unzip him with trembling hands. Not only had Philip never allowed him to touch or explore his body, but he’d also never ever attempted to touch Philip. The only intimacy between them was when Philip jacked him off. What he was doing was, therefore, a big deal. Troy’s heart pounded.
When he finally completed unzipping his mate, Troy stared down at the rock-hard cock, presently encased in boxer briefs, and felt his heart start to beat faster. He was suddenly dying to see that flesh again. Since that day they’d gone for the run, he hadn’t seen it because Philip always made a conscious effort not to expose himself in his presence. Troy’s mouth became dry as he stared. He was both scared and excited.
He reached down with both hands and forcefully pulled the boxers apart, tearing the stretchy material. There was no reaction from Philip. Troy stared at the pulsing flesh as it sprang free from its confinement, feeling a shiver slithering down his spine. He wrapped a hand around the warm hard flesh, feeling the thick veins throbbing beneath the smooth skin. He wondered what that moisture at the tip tasted like and how that warm hard flesh would feel like in his mouth.
There was only one way to find out. Time to put what Paul had taught him into action he thought as his head began to slowly inch closer to the leaking tip. He expected Philip to stop him any moment but that command never came until the tip of his tongue darted out and flicked against Philp’s leaking tip.
Troy got his first reaction from Philip then. The alpha had no control over the involuntary moan that escaped him. That was all the encouragement Troy needed. He opened wider and wrapped his mouth around that sensitive head. His eyes closed as he savoured the feeling. It felt…exhilarating. With a moan, Troy began to suck on his mate.
Philip’s head fell back as a groan tore out of his throat. He was still angry, but the lust that had assailed his body the moment he saw the video his mate had sent him, and the pleasure he was feeling from having his mate’s mouth on him, totally overrode that anger. Troy’s mouth felt amazing. When Philip heard erotic wet sounds and felt firm strokes on his shaft, he looked down and watched in surprise as his supposedly innocent mate worked on him with absolute expertise. His mate had gotten his cock really wet and was stoking it firmly even and he sucked relentlessly on his sensitive head.
“Troy…” Philip finally growled low in his throat as his hand moved to cradle the back of Troy’s head.
Philip’s fingers slipped into Troy’s tresses, squeezing tightly and possessively. He didn’t know whether the shudder that rocked through Troy was because he loved the pull on his hair or due to something else. Philip didn’t really care at that point. Troy’s mouth on him was taking him to places he’d forgotten existed.
“Holy shit…” The alpha’s head fell back again as he gave himself up to the pleasure of his mate’s mouth and hand.
Although Philip’s fingers remained firmly entangled in Troy’s hair, he didn’t direct Troy’s movement. He allowed Troy to move at the pace he was comfortable with because the last thing he wanted to do, was choke his mate. But Philip struggled to stay still. That mouth… He’d had to go for so long without such exquisite attention to his cock, thanks to his wolf. He was like a drug addict who had denied himself for far too long.
And finally feeling what he was feeling that very moment…something that he knew only Troy could give him, was such a rush he felt dizzy. He loved the feel of Troy’s mouth; he loved the feel of Troy’s body pressed against his even though it wasn’t flesh against flesh. One thing that the alpha was sure of though…he wasn’t going to last. His quivering thighs was an indication of how close he was to falling over the edge.
“Troy…” Philip gasped when his body suddenly tensed up. And that was when Troy did something that totally blew Philip’s mind. His mouth moved down, taking more of Philip’s thick, veiny length into his throat. Then he began to hum around the thick meat in his mouth. “Fuck!” Philip bellowed, jerked once, tensed all over, and then came completely undone. He roared as the most explosive orgasm ripped through his body, the release of tension after weeks of deprivation almost too much to bear.
Hot cum shot out in such rapid successions Troy couldn’t swallow it all even though he swallowed fast. In his tutorial, he’d only been told to expect to be flooded and advised to swallow fast. He definitely hadn’t known it was going to be this much, Troy thought as Philip’s cock pulsed and pumped into his mouth. He couldn’t help gagging as Philip’s essence shot down his spasming throat, the excess spilling out from the corners of his mouth. He needed air but couldn’t raise his head because Philip’s fingers had tightened in his hair, holding him in place on his spurting cock.
‘Philip…’ Troy screamed on their mind-link when the lack of air turned everything hazy white. He gasped and wheezed when Philip instantly released him from his still spurting cock. Troy dropped his head on Philip’s thigh as he tried to catch his breath. When he felt the stickiness in his own sweats, showing he’d actually climaxed whilst blowing his mate, he shivered. “God…” That wasn’t right, Troy couldn’t help but think.
But despite the fact that he’d almost gotten choked into a faint, and shamefully orgasmed when he wasn’t even being pleasured, Troy was so proud of himself. And he knew Paul would be too. Feeling Philip writhe, grunt, and roar so sexily was the highest compliment ever. Troy was soaring high, feeling such elation he didn’t think any moment could be sweeter. Until Philip spoke.
“Is that what you two do when I’m not around?” Growled the alpha. “Blow each other?”