Captive Mate BL
Chapter 162: + - 162+

Chapter 162: +Chapter 162+

Caspian’s reactions were slowed from the alcohol in his veins, but he didn’t appreciate being apart from Asher.

He sat up on his knees with a pout on his face, blindly reaching for him.

Asher’s precious hold on his control snapped then and he surged forward, claiming Caspian’s lips as they both fell back on the bed.

Caspian’s dress shoes were the first to go, his new nails destructive as they raked off the buttons on Asher’s shirt.

Asher broke off their kiss with an impatient growl, pulling his shirt off easily with all his buttons gone.

Caspian welcomed Asher’s weight back on him, his fingers sinking into his hair.

Not counting Asher’s brief rut, it had been so long that it made them both desperate, their kisses sloppy, hands pawing at clothing.

Asher broke the kiss again, disapproving of how much clothing Caspian still had on.

He made quick work of the high-waisted pants he had on, while Caspian struggled to get his pearl necklace off.

it was a small miracle that he managed it without sending the pearls everywhere.

Asher taking his pants off revealed the sock garters around his legs that he had worn to keep his socks up.

If Marge hadn’t given him these ones, he would have had to wear the lace garters that filled an entire dresser inside the walk-in closet.

Taking off his top wouldn’t be as easy as taking off his pants had been, Caspian would need Asher’s help for that as well.

The Alpha did nothing of the sort, his rings fingers trailing over his garters and down his bare thighs, the metal accessories cold to his heated skin.

Asher kissed down the inside of his thigh, bending his legs for better accommodation on the edge of the bed where they still were.

Caspian’s grabbed the sheets when Asher marked up his thighs, coming dangerously close to ripping them.

He groaned his displeasure when Asher ignored his weeping cock, the Alpha moving up his body for their first slow kiss of the night.

One that was punctuated by Asher pushing a finger into his wet hole, his ring catching his rim only momentarily before slipping in.

Caspian let out a strangled moan that was muffled by Asher’s lips, his hands seeking out the Alpha’s hair and unconsciously tugging hard on it.

Asher’s ring felt even colder inside of him, his toes curling from the new sensation.

Asher broke off the kiss to get a proper look at Caspian, a complete satisfaction on his face.

"I barely have a finger in," He pointed out, rubbing Caspian’s silken walls. "And you’re already falling apart."

Caspian’s hands fell out of the Alpha’s hair when he lifted his head up, so he covered his face with his hands, his eyes already stinging with tears of pleasure.

His little sharp teeth caught onto his bottom lip to keep his sounds in, Asher moving his finger around meant his ring did the same.

Asher quickly caught onto that, slowly pulling his finger out and pushing it back in so that his ring caught on Caspian’s rim each time.

And he was rewarded with Caspian arching in his hold, the Omega tensed up tight like a primed bow.

"Or do you just really like my rings that much," His voice dropped as he licked the shell of Caspian’s ear, pushing in a second finger without warning.

Caspian cried out in pleasure at that, unable to keep his sounds in any longer.

It didn’t help that Asher’s middle finger had more rings than his first finger, the metal hard, unyielding, and so cold against his stimulated hole.

"Don’t squirm so hard or I’ll lose my rings," Asher tutted, a hint of worry in his voice because Caspian had tightened up, making it a little hard to move just two fingers.

Caspian shuddered at the threat, his orgasm rocking through him so hard that he couldn’t make a sound.

Asher caught onto it, rising up slightly to wrap his free hand around Caspian to help his orgasm along.

The presence of more rings only served to drag out Caspian’s orgasm, his fingers in his ass speeding up.

"Careful," Asher spoke, his voice pitch black, his blazing eyes an endless pit of desire.

"If you keep stroking my ego, you’ll ruin it."

Caspian could barely hear a word over the buzzing in his ears, reduced to tears from the overwhelming pleasure.

He barely noticed Asher pulling out his fingers, trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

But there was no missing Asher flipping him on his stomach, his hair obscuring his eyes.

Asher could easily take Caspian’s top off, especially with the knot behind the small of his back in the open.

But instead, he left the offending outfit on, trailing his fingers down the rows of thin chains across Caspian’s back.

Asher moved swiftly, impatient. He grabbed a pillow to place under Caspian’s stomach to help prop him off.

After cumming the Omega’s limbs had turned to liquid, but it also meant that he was docile enough to maneuver him around as he wished.

Caspian’s breath hitched when he felt Asher tip push into him, slick spilling down his perineum and the back of his thighs.

He socked feet hung slightly off the edge of the bed, ass propped up in the air.

Caspian hands were tucked under his upper body which rested on the bed, his hands clenched into fists as Asher slowly fed his leaking hole more of his dick.

His sharp nails digging into his palm cleared out some off the champagne fog in his head, his thoughts becoming lucid again.

Asher bottomed out and he could swear that the Alpha was bigger than the last time he rode him, a whine getting pulled out of him when Asher’s slowly pulled out again.

Caspian was just about to complain about Asher’s pace when the Alpha’s next deliberately slow thrust found his prostate.

He choked on his words, his hands reaching out to anchor himself to the bed.

Because, Asher had been taking his time to find his sweet spot and when he did, he sped up without warning, his thrusts cruel.