Breathe (His Command Book 5) Page 7

  “No.” Oliver tucked his head against Marshall’s shoulder and pressed his nose into the crook of Marshall’s neck. He nuzzled his cheek against Marshall’s skin, his stubble prickling Marshall through his shirt. The contrast between silken smooth delicacy and rough, abrasive durability made Marshall long to explore the uncharted parts of Oliver’s body.

  “Because you’re not ready to be shared with the world yet.” Marshall marked his words with a nip—he tugged at Oliver’s earlobe. Oliver pressed his lips to Marshall’s neck to stifle a moan. “When they see you—and they will see you—I want them to see you at your best. I want them to know how desirable you are, and I want them to lust for you. I want them to wish that you were theirs instead of mine.”

  “No,” Oliver whispered, the word barely breaking free of his lips. “Don’t wanna be theirs...”

  “You’ll never be.” Marshall’s hands slid down Oliver’s body, savoring the tightness of his core and the slight curve of his hips. His fingers toyed with the end of Oliver’s shirt until it was pulled free from his pants. His fingertips traced the soft skin he found beneath, then slipped behind Oliver’s already opened belt. With his fly still done up, Marshall’s hands didn’t get far, but Oliver moaned for him anyway. “What is mine stays mine. No one else will have you. I won’t let them.”

  The static buzzing in the corners of his vision started to fade, but the sickening pressure behind his eyes remained. Marshall wanted to gasp for breath—to fold into himself and make himself as small as possible until the feeling passed—but he pushed through it. Tonight had to be perfect. Anything less would be a disappointment.

  Oliver was here, and Marshall had just one chance to prove what that meant to him.

  “So tonight,” Marshall continued. He let his lips graze Oliver’s temple. “Tonight, I’ll hide you away from them. I’ll keep you to myself. And when you make your debut, you’ll make every one of them wish that they’d seen you before I had—that they’d made their mark on you like I intend to make my mark on you now.”

  “What do I need to do, Sir?” Oliver whispered.

  “What do you need to do?” Marshall grinned. He brushed his lips against the side of Oliver’s head near his ear so Oliver could feel it. “You only need to show me how far you’re willing to go for me, Oliver. Regret is a waste we don’t have time for. You will perform for me tonight.”

  10

  Oli

  Once upon a time, a simple word in a Kik conversation had sent Oli’s heart racing when it shouldn’t have. Now, a few whispered words were all it took to send his lust spiraling out of control.

  You will perform for me tonight.

  Oh fuck yes, he would.

  Oli eliminated the space between them and kissed Marshall savagely. One of his hands rooted in Marshall’s dark hair while the other tugged at his belt and freed the strap from the buckle. Oli cast it aside with a fierce jerk of his hand, then pressed the button of Marshall’s fly through the buttonhole and undid the zipper behind it. The hand in Marshall’s hair tightened, and he forced the pants down Marshall’s thighs, then did the same to his underwear. They were too close for Oli to see the cock he’d just uncovered, but he felt it press against his stomach, and he moaned against Marshall’s lips as he imagined it buried deep inside of him.

  The bathroom stall was tight, and there wasn’t much room to undress. Oliver didn’t care. He left Marshall’s shirt where it was, then broke the kiss and shoved Marshall backward. Marshall stumbled and sank down onto the toilet, and Oli got his first look at him.

  The thick cock that had rubbed against his stomach and promised to push in deep was veined. It curved slightly to the side, and all Oli could imagine was how good it would feel pounding against that spot inside of him, driving him further into his lust until the only thing he could focus on was the pleasure coursing through his veins and tightening his balls. A cock like that was going to stretch him thin, and Oli wanted to feel the burn.

  Marshall looked up at him, eyelids heavy with lust, and Oli couldn’t wait another second. He scrambled to tug his pants down, fumbling with his fly and struggling with his boxer-briefs. His cock had snagged the fabric, and in his haste, he tried and failed a few frantic times to free it. It wasn’t just his heat scrambling his brain—the suppressants were doing their job well enough—it was Marshall. All Marshall.

  Alcrest in the flesh.

  And just like Alcrest, Marshall made a single utterance that made Oli’s cock pulse. “Sit.”

  The shockwave effect that word had on him was jarring. Oli yanked his underwear down and stepped as nimbly out of his clothes as he could without taking off his shoes. He left his shirt on, even though the space beneath his collar was getting so hot he was starting to sweat. He didn’t have time to take it off—not now that Marshall had stirred him.

  Slick cooled on the insides of his exposed thighs as he straddled Marshall’s lap. His arms locked around Marshall’s neck, and he lowered himself so Marshall’s cock wedged between his cheeks. The slick reduced friction and coated Marshall, readying him for Oli’s body, and to help it along, Oli rocked his hips and teased himself, letting his arousal swell.

  For months, this was all he’d wanted. Now he was going to make it his.

  Oli grasped Marshall’s cock by the base to angle it, then lifted his hips. When he sank down again, he brought Marshall into himself and introduced his body to the cock it now belonged to. Marshall gasped. His hands wrapped around Oli’s hips and he held him steady while Oli squirmed and struggled to adjust to how he was being stretched. The slick made penetration possible, and his arousal loosened his body and let him accommodate Marshall’s girth, but he was big, and Oli hadn’t been sexually active in an embarrassingly long time.

  “Oh fuck,” Oli uttered. He wormed his hips and sank lower, wanting nothing more than to take Marshall in full. “Oh my god. F-fuck!”

  “Dirty words,” Marshall murmured. Their position prevented him from doing much moving, so his hands took control, pushing Oli down his shaft slowly. Oli wanted to cry out in bliss, but he was very aware that at any moment, someone could walk into the bathroom.

  Was it taboo to have sex in the bathroom of a kink club when there were rooms readily available for people to fuck in? Was it rude?

  Probably rude. Probably really fucking—

  Marshall pushed against his prostate, and Oli’s world went dark.

  “Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh fuck, fuck me.” Oli didn’t realize the words were spilling from his mouth until Marshall silenced him with a blistering kiss. Marshall’s cock pounded his ass, pushing against his prostate over and over, like he’d known the secrets of Oli’s body his whole life—like Oli had been born to find his cock and breed with it. But it wasn’t Marshall who was doing the moving. Oli’s hips crashed down on him. He ground his ass against the cock inside him, sinking it deeper, bringing it to hit his prostate over and over again.

  “Fuck me,” Oli begged into Marshall’s mouth. He was close to tears, and it reflected in his voice. “A-Alcrest!”

  “Your body isn’t ready for me yet.” Marshall fed the words to Oli’s lips. “I won’t give you my knot until I know that you’re ready. You need to come for me, Oliver. I want to feel your whole body tighten around me. I want to feel what it’s like when you come on my cock.”

  Oli’s whole body trembled. He rocked himself on Marshall’s cock, certain that if Marshall’s lips hadn’t been doing such a good job at keeping his mouth busy that he would have already started to ramble. Sense fled. Logic disappeared. In the small window of time they shared, Oli was mindless.

  Every thought came back to the same source.

  Alcrest. Alcrest. Alcrest!

  “I’m going to come,” Oli groaned into Marshall’s mouth. “I’m going to come. You’re going to make me come!”

  “Then come,” Marshall replied. He sounded every bit as breathless as Oli felt, and it spurred Oli onward. He wanted to exhaust himself. He wanted to make Marshall
feel so good, he’d need the fifteen minutes his knot would lock them together in order to recover.

  “Come,” Marshall repeated. His broad, sturdy hands pushed Oli down onto his cock unexpectedly, and Oli howled with pleasure, only muted by Marshall’s lips. Marshall’s hand wrapped around his cock and started to pump, and stars burst in front of Oli’s eyes. “I’m inside you, Oliver. After all this time, I’m inside you... and I’m going to knot you. You don’t have to beg anymore—you have me. You have all of me.”

  Tears streamed down Oli’s cheeks. They weren’t doing anything other than fucking, but... but it was different. It was goddamn different, and he knew it as well as Marshall did. He buried his face in the crook of Marshall’s neck and let the tears fall.

  What the hell was happening to him? He was having sex in a bathroom stall with a man he’d just met, but it felt like his heart was flayed open. When had he ever let someone in like this? When had he ever trusted an alpha enough to give him this chance?

  Oli bucked his hips, causing Marshall to hit a spot inside of him that turned the stars in his eyes into fireworks. He choked back a pleasured cry and worked himself over and over so Marshall kept hitting that spot. Everything tightened—his body, his grip on Marshall, and even Marshall’s hand as it pumped him. Oli pushed into his clenched fist and sank back onto his cock. Just like that, it was over.

  He was coming.

  “Good boy, Oliver.” Marshall’s voice was hoarse with delight and heavy with lust. “Good boy. Get it all out. Empty yourself for me. That’s it. You’re doing such a good job.”

  Oli had never been encouraged like that. No man had ever coaxed his cum out of him, praising him for every spurt. His mouth fell open wordlessly as he slowly rocked his hips on Marshall’s erection, pushing the last of it from his body. Clarity should have returned, a small part of his mind whispered. The aftermath of orgasm always allowed him to focus, and usually it was when his thoughts were the most unobstructed. But now? With his nose pushed into the crook of Marshall’s neck, breathing in the scent of his alpha, Marshall’s erection still filling his ass, he couldn’t think of anything at all—just the warm, downy feeling of being in Marshall’s arms like he was a cherished possession instead of a piece of trash.

  “I’m so proud of you,” Marshall whispered. Oli was only vaguely aware that he was still moving his hips, working his orgasm-tightened body along Marshall’s thick shaft. “Are you ready for your reward?”

  “Yes,” Oli mewled. He closed his eyes, depleted, but simultaneously ready for more.

  Marshall grunted in pleasure. The sound was short and heady, and it sank from Oli’s ears straight to his cock and made him think that he was ready to go again.

  “Here it is,” Marshall rasped. He was more breathless than he’d been before, his words choked for air. “Take it. I want you to take all of it. I want you to know what it feels like to have my knot inside of you.”

  Oli’s whole body went stiff, and he cried out in pleasure against Marshall’s neck once more. The base of Marshall’s cock swelled, and as it stretched the area just beyond Oli’s ring, Oli’s body pulsed around it, welcoming Marshall’s orgasm.

  Marshall was knotting him.

  Marshall was knotting him, and he was coming.

  Oli gripped the front of his shirt, panting. Marshall flooded him, his knot holding their bodies in place. All there was left to do now was recover lost air and be together.

  Together.

  No lonely beds anymore. No more pining for what could never be.

  Oli could hardly believe it.

  Out of all the places in Aurora, out of all the possible random encounters they could have had, they’d met at The Shepherd. He choked a laugh against Marshall’s collar.

  “What’s so funny?” Marshall asked.

  “Oh, nothing.” Oli’s lips twitched into a smile. “It just so happens that my life is a goddamn comedy. That’s all.”

  11

  Marshall

  “You know how I asked you how you were so perfect before? On Kik?” Oliver lazed against Marshall’s chest, and Marshall held him loosely. It was a struggle not to suck in breath after desperate breath, but he refused to look like a fool in front of his precious omega.

  “Yes.”

  “So tell me… how the hell are you so perfect?” Oliver kissed Marshall’s neck, then nuzzled against his shoulder and sighed. “I mean it. Like, what the hell is wrong with you that you’re not drowning in... whoever it is you prefer to date.”

  “Men,” Marshall said.

  “Men.” Oliver let out another content sigh. “I mean, I guess you’ve got me, right? But you were on a dating site when I met you. You’re not ugly. Erm.” His body tensed, and Marshall couldn’t help but grin. He was as awkward and hilarious in person as he was online. “I mean, I didn’t assume you were ugly, but you know, when someone won’t share their picture with you online, you start to wonder. I was sure that maybe you had two heads, or that you were in your prime when dinosaurs roamed the Earth, or... you know. Married.”

  “I am most definitely single.” Marshall ran a hand affectionately through Oliver’s hair. It was thick and brown, and Marshall was fairly sure if he let it grow, it would curl. “And I’m old, but not that old.”

  “Like, what, forty-three?” Oliver murmured. He kissed Marshall’s neck again, and Marshall’s cock twitched. Oliver snorted. “Okay. So, I felt that. Pretty hot, not going to lie. But I guess if you’re not getting pissed at me thinking that you’re forty-three, you have to be older. But I mean, how much older can you be? There’s no way you’re fifty.”

  “I’m almost there.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “I’m forty-seven.”

  Oliver pried himself away from Marshall’s chest to look at him. His eyes were narrowed in suspicion. “You’re not bullshitting me, are you?”

  “No.”

  “Mm. Well, fuck.” Oliver nestled against his chest again. “You’re old enough to be my dad, and since I’m getting old, I guess you are pretty ancient. Sucks to be you.”

  Marshall snorted out a laugh. Static started to eat away at his vision again, so he closed his eyes and focused on taking long, deep breaths. At least, for now, he wasn’t coughing. Most nights at this time, he was hooked up to oxygen to relieve the stress on his body, but tonight not only was he without oxygen, he’d pushed himself to exhaustion.

  “Sucks to be me,” Marshall confirmed. His fingers wove through Oliver’s hair, massaging his scalp. “But it didn’t stop me from taking you, and it didn’t stop you from letting me.”

  “I might have Daddy issues,” Oliver murmured affectionately against Marshall’s neck. “Like, very recently discovered ones. We’re talking the last half hour or so... however long ago we started kissing.”

  Marshall had no idea how long it had been, either, and he had no inclination to find out. He held Oliver to him and continued to lavish him with affection.

  “Since we’re, you know, stuck together,” Oliver wiggled his ass to make a point, “are you okay if I talk at you?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “Because you weren’t interested in hearing me talk before, you know, since you kind of kept my mouth busy with kisses.” Oliver hummed softly. “I want to apologize for ghosting you. I didn’t actually mean to ghost you. Some... things happened, and I sort-of-accidentally broke my phone.”

  “Sort-of-accidentally?” Marshall asked.

  Oliver sighed. “It’s kind of a long story.”

  “My knot isn’t going anywhere.”

  “Well...” Oliver wiggled his ass again, and this time, Marshall couldn’t help but suck in a hissed breath. Pleasure shot through him. No, his knot was certainly not going anywhere. “My phone company, for whatever reason, wasn’t hitting my account monthly with charges, and instead they pulled six months of bills—and the interest on those bills—all at once. When my landlord went to take out rent, surprise! There wasn’t any money there to wi
thdraw. So my account was at zero, my landlord gave me five days to get the hell out of dodge, and when I called the administration to see if I could get it worked out, they pretty much told me to call back later and hung up on me... so I threw my phone at the couch, but it ended up bouncing off and exploded into a million pieces on the floor.”

  Marshall’s gut clenched, and the hand that had been leisurely stroking Oliver’s hair stopped in its tracks. “I have connections to corporate lawyers. I don’t know any property lawyers, but I’m sure that my friends would have connections.” Marcus, as entrenched as he was in the legal world, had to know someone in the city who did top-notch work. “That’s not right.”

  “I don’t have the money to afford lawyers.” Oliver snorted. “I didn’t even have the money to afford a phone when my old one shattered, which is why I never got back in touch with you. I’m sorry. I should have asked for your email, or your phone number, or something. When I invent time travel, I’m going to go back and tell old me to make sure that I need to get your contact information before going on any phone-smashing rampages.”

  “Why not just go back and tell yourself that your phone bills are getting hung up somehow?” Marshall asked.

  Oliver frowned—he felt it against his collarbone. “Because then I wouldn’t have had enough money months ago, and I probably would have had to cancel my internet, and that means that we never would have met.”

  Marshall closed his eyes. An ache consumed his heart. “I see.”

  “So I need to be vague... but maybe not vague enough that past me doesn’t know about the fucking amazing knot you’re going to put in me. I imagine the first time we’d meet in that time-travel-changed scenario wouldn’t have been as crazy passionate, but honestly, I’d be down for a low-key hookup in your bed or something if it meant I didn’t have to get through the last month without you.”