(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 140: No more fun, ever again (m)

Chapter 140: No more fun, ever again (m)

Andrew didn’t know when he’d started crying, but at this point, he didn’t think he could stop.

He let out a choked sob, his balls drawing up as his grip tightened on the silken ropes that bound him and the damn incubus above him giggled.

"Someone’s trying to cum, aren’t they?" Maxwell’s words swirled around Andrew and he whimpered. "Not until I say so." Maxwell whispered, withdrawing Andrew from the tight, warm liquid heat of his body and Andrew couldn’t stop the tears that streamed down his face.

Maxwell had been teasing him for hours at this point. Andrew didn’t know what time it was, but Maxwell had to be somewhat sober now. Otherwise, how else had he remembered every last little thing that would send Andrew over the edge.

"Maxy, please." Andrew begged. Andrew could remember Maxwell grabbing the condoms, thank god, but he couldn’t remember how many they’d gone through. Maxwell had kept to his word and rubbed and squeezed Andrew through his pants until he’d cum. Then he’d left him in the pants as he’d ridden him into his next climax.

He hadn’t given it to Andrew easily, and instead had gotten him so close to the edge about three times before he let Andrew cum. It was torture, made even worse that Andrew couldn’t touch Maxwell.

Normally he could at least hold his hips as he teased him, or touch his hair or brush his fingers across his nipple or something at the very least. This was legitimate torture, only made worse by how much Maxwell was enjoying himself.

Maxwell loved this. Andrew swore there were fucking hearts in his eyes as he teased him with his tight, damp hole and that damn mouth of his too. The way he looked down at him, his lips glistening, his eyes dilated and huge, his hair slowly falling into his face, but that damn sexy flush across his cheeks and shoulders...

God, Andrew was so screwed.

"Where is your mind going, Baby? What could be more important than me?" Maxwell asked and Andrew whimpered.

"I-I’m tired, Maxy. Can’t we call it a night? We still have to be presentable for your family tomorrow." Andrew was begging, no, pleading with Maxwell to finish this. He honestly couldn’t imagine how many more times he could come. He felt hollow. This had only happened one other time right before Maxwell’s heat where he wanted to suck everything out of him.

Maxwell was never going to be allowed to drink this much ever again.

"What? Are you a big baby, Andy? I thought you could go all night. Are you going to tap out before I do? I thought omegas were weaker than alphas when it came to libido?" Maxwell’s words came from his mouth as he licked and bit Andrew’s nipple. Andrew groaned, tossing his head back as Maxwell kissed and sucked, plucking the other one with his hand.

For some reason, Maxwell was really fixated on Andrew’s chest. Andrew had no idea why, and it was worrying him. Andrew shifted his legs, curling his toes against the blankets on the bed.

"I don’t care about that! And I’m not fully an alpha yet!" Andrew protested. "You’ve all said I haven’t learned how to knot yet." Andrew protested, wiggling under Maxwell’s attentive hands and mouth. Maxwell’s fingers halted for only a moment before he chuckled and a shiver went down Andrew’s spine.

"Oh yeah, you’re right. Dr. Smith said pheromones helped you last time, should I just," the smell of Maxwell’s pheromones tripled and Andrew froze. It was cloying, choking, and filled Andrew’s lungs with every breath. It was an overwhelming scent, even though Andrew liked it.

He could feel his body reacting the more he inhaled.

His cock stiffened more, swelling, and he felt his body begin to sweat. His own pheromones responded in kind and Maxwell gasped, freezing as his body began to shake.

"Holy shit. I don’t think I remember when you wrapped me in your pheromones like this last time while you were in your rut. You might not have because you had just been changed. Holy." Maxwell moaned, sitting up and leaning his head back, his eyes closed. Andrew watched his expression, the pure ecstasy on his face surprising him.

"M-Max? Are you alright?" Andrew’s lips felt swollen. Fuck. He just wanted to kiss the man while he pounded his cock into him over and over until they were both satiated. Then he wanted to cuddle up close to him, wrapping himself around Maxwell and going to sleep.

He wanted a passion-filled moment, and then a cute ending.

Maxwell wanted to make a damn sex tape.

"Fuck. Baby, do you even know the power you have over me?" Maxwell asked, his eyes still closed. Andrew gulped, watching as Maxwell’s hands reached up into his hair, fluffing his hair before he slowly ran down his neck, pausing over his chest, giving his pecs a squeeze before sliding down his body. One hand went for his cock while the other went for his balls and Andrew didn’t know what to say.

His mouth was dry as he watched the man move.

Maxwell slowly stroked his cock, fondling his balls as Andrew watched him, a man who couldn’t move, couldn’t assist, and whimpered when he watched a pearl of cum bead at the tip of his cock. Maxwell’s lips turned up in a seductive, knowing smile and he opened his eyes, looking down at Andrew.

"I’m so fucking wet, Andy. Look." Andrew watched as Maxwell shuffled up his body, raising himself up and over Andrew’s face and Andrew nearly swallowed his tongue as he watched the wetness drip from Maxwell’s twitching, gaping hole.

Holy shit.

"I-I-" Andrew couldn’t get a single full sentence out, and Maxwell chuckled, sitting down on Andrew’s chest instead of on his face, like he wanted.

"That’s all because of you, Baby. Your rush of pheromones made that happen. So, are you really going to say that you don’t want to continue? Really? When your cock is so fucking hard it looks like it could cry?" Maxwell was a demon. Andrew grit his teeth as he looked up at the smiling angel above him.

"K-Kiss me Maxy." Andrew begged and Maxwell’s smile widened. He shifted down Andrew’s body until Andrew’s cock was resting right between his ass before he bent and began to kiss Andrew in earnest. Andrew fought with the man, trying to gain some kind of dominance over him and Maxwell moaned into the kiss.

When Andrew tried to angle his head to deepen the kiss the way he wanted, Maxwell would grab his head and tilt it back so that he could kiss him how he wanted. Slow, tempered, deliberate. He wouldn’t let Andrew devour him, he wouldn’t let Andrew take control, and he was rubbing his ass against Andrew’s painfully erect cock.

Andrew was going to pass out. He could feel it in his bones. Maxwell was going to take him over the edge.

Andrew let out a gasp as Maxwell slid Andrew’s cock into his entrance. Andrew resisted jerking up as Maxwell’s insides squeezed the tip of his cock tightly like a vice. Maxwell’s chuckle had Andrew tensing below him as he looked up.

Maxwell was smirking, his hair falling into his face as he looked down at the man below him. His lips were glistening from their saliva, and Andrew wanted to kiss that smug look off of his face.

"You are adorable." Maxwell whispered against Andrew’s lips before slamming Andrew home and swallowing up Andrew’s gasp with his lips. Andrew’s grip tightened on the rope, the posts creaking as Maxwell began riding him in earnest.

Andrew loved the feeling of being inside of Maxwell. The way he was so warm, tight, and fit him like a glove. Andrew was doing his best to keep some of his dignity, but Maxwell wasn’t going to have it. He had Andrew trying to use his legs to control his pace, but Maxwell wouldn’t let him.

Maxwell bit Andrew’s bottom lip, pulling the lip down with his teeth and Andrew shuddered.

"Andy." Maxwell scolded. "If you aren’t a good boy, I’m going to make you cum inside of me without a condom on." Andrew’s eyes widened in shock and Maxwell chuckled. "Kidding. I just wanted to see if that would work." Maxwell told him, his eyes glittering and Andrew groaned.

"Max. Just, god, you feel so fucking good." Andrew was near his breaking point, and as if able to sense it, Maxwell sped up his pace. He tightened around Andrew, kissing him heatedly before he rose up, putting his hands on Andrew’s thighs and began slamming himself down on his quickly, swirling his hips every other time he slammed down.

Andrew was watching him like a man possessed. Maxwell’s skin was clear on any blemishes, a perfect white canvas, while Andrew had a few dark spots all over his skin. He knew a dark spot was going to come out on his neck for sure. Maxwell had bitten him at one point.

"Max. I’m close." Andrew warned, his whole body tensing. Maxwell huffed, reaching around and grabbing his cock and pumping it in time with his thrusts. Watching pleasure wash over Maxwell’s features, Andrew couldn’t contain himself and with a moan of Maxwell’s name, he came. Maxwell convulsed around him, squeezing him even tighter as Maxwell came, dribbling onto Andrew’s stomach.

They remained like that, panting, and Maxwell groaned.

"Alright. I think you’ve had enough torture, hmm? Shall I untie you now, Andy?" Maxwell opened his eyes, staring down with affection at the man below him and Andrew swallowed.

"Y-Yes please. I want cuddles." Andrew whimpered and Maxwell laughed. He leaned up, pressing kisses against Andrew’s lips and cheeks.

"You’ll get cuddles. I’m not a monster." Maxwell promised and Andrew let out a relieved sigh.

Too bad for Maxwell that Andrew still had that video. And he wasn’t going to forget this.