Page 115 of Night Call

Blake chuckled, leaning forward to reach for something in his pocket. He placed a small black velvet box on Pember’s stomach and left it there, hooking Pember’s legs over his shoulders and returning to shower affection over his hole.

Pember’s hands were still trembling as he snapped open the box, eyes widening when he pulled out a black silicone ring. “I-is this what you use?” he said, sliding a hand under Blake’s slippery chin again.

“Yes,” he said, voice ragged. “Would you like to try it?”

Cocking an eyebrow, Pember splayed his fingers inside the ring, feeling how it stretched into a tight circle. It was thicker than a normal cock ring, and he could feel a little button concealed within the silicone.

“But it’s for alphas,” he whispered.

Blake grinned, kissing a path up Pember’s stomach until their faces drew level. Sliding the ring off his fingers, he said, “I wear it here.” He ran a finger down the length of Pember’s pulsating cock before tapping the base where his knot would be. “You wear it here.” He rubbed a circle around his head, the tip of his finger sliding through his slit.

“Oh,” Pember said, swallowing thickly.

Blake smirked, slipping the ring over the tip of Pember’s cock and nestling it just underneath his head. He kissed it before pressing the button with his tongue.

Pember groaned. Then moaned loudly. He’d expected a vibration, but instead it was a steady pulse that sent ripples of pleasure straight to his balls. “O-oh, God,” he moaned when Blake’s fingers returned to his hole.

Blake smiled against his skin. “Not God, only me.”

Pember moved to lie fully on the sofa, hooking both arms around Blake’s neck. He pulled him in for a messy, open-mouthed kiss, squirming beneath him and tasting slick on his tongue. It became too much when Blake started pinching his nipples and the ring pulsed faster in reaction to his engorged cock.

With one shivering yelp, he climaxed all over Blake’s hand and into the deep cut of his hips. The ring seemed to pull the seed right out of his balls in shuddering waves, and it spilled out over and over again until it became too much for his overstimulated cock.

Blake sucked his neck and gently slipped the ring off, gripping Pember’s hip and tipping his arse up into the navy blue fabric of his pyjama bottoms.

“O-off. Take them off,” Pember groaned, his voice hoarse and his body boneless. “And your boxers.”

Blake growled, biting Pember’s shoulder as he ripped his clothes off and threw them down the back of the sofa. The elastic strap of the heart rate monitor pinged as that too ended up somewhere across the room.

Pushing them both up, Pember crawled into Blake’s lap and shamelessly began rubbing the alpha’s cock over his soaking wet hole. The piercing slid over the sensitive ring, making him moan and push Blake down until he was fully straddling his waist.

He rocked his hips over Blake’s cock, the slick making it slide effortlessly between his cheeks. Blake snarled and shoved his cock up into the contact, grinding his length against Pember’s hole without breaching it.

The alpha’s hands were all over him—his hips, his thighs, his chest, his arms. Anywhere they could gain purchase. Every time the piercing dragged over Pember’s entrance, he shuddered. Every time Pember shuddered, Blake threw his head back and groaned.

Pember felt powerful having the detective sergeant of the murder squad beneath him, twitching, softly moaning his name into the darkened room. A bead of sweat rolled down Blake’s temple—evidence of the battle he was having with his self-control. Pember was slowly undoing that control, bit by bit, with the movement of his hips.

He smiled as he gazed down at the alpha, grinding his pelvis even harder. “Look at me,” he said, echoing Blake’s words. “Look only at me.”

Blake pushed onto his elbows, the muscles in his shoulders lifting and rippling as he gazed up at Pember. Pember leant forward, biting his bottom lip, loving the way Blake gripped his waist to keep him in place.

Blake’s lip popped out from between his teeth with a dribble of saliva, and Pember kissed it before moving to his neck and nuzzling the scent gland behind his ear.

He peppered his chest with dozens of kisses. Tenderly worshipping the scar over his heart, as thought it might undo all the hurt. He wanted it to. God he wanted to heal Blake’s battered soul.

Moving down the sofa, Pember licked the tip of his cock in a series of long, lurid strokes, making the alpha’s thighs twitch every time he flicked over the little ball nestled in his slit. Takinga breath, Pember relaxed his jaw and slid his mouth around the thick crown.

“Fuck,” Blake growled, a muscle tensing in his jaw every time Pember sucked him down. He could tell Blake wanted more, that he wanted to push his head down and fuck his mouth. But he wouldn’t. He’d wait for Pember to try things for himself, which was both wonderful and utterly frustrating.

Hollowing his cheeks, Pember sucked harder, sliding down as far as he could manage without gagging. Blake’s cock was so long, and Pember had no experience of deepthroating, but he was willing to practice. The thought of it sent a thrill of excitement through his belly.

Blake was breathing hard, his cock swelling in Pember’s mouth. His knot was growing hot and beginning to pulsate, so Pember gripped it tight, just like Blake had taught him the night before.

“Fuck, Pem, you’re driving me crazy,” Blake groaned, tipping his head back against the cushions.

Pember hummed, running a hand up his chest to tap the alpha’s chin. Blake huffed out a laugh and tilted his head forward again. When their eyes met, Blake’s hand finally gripped the back of his head and urged Pember down. With one slide into the hot confines of his throat, Blake to grit his teeth and said, “Fuck, Pem, I’m?—”

Blake’s hips wrenched back, trying to dislodge his cock from Pember’s mouth, but he chased it, letting the alpha spill his seed deep into his throat in hot, salty waves. But, being as inexperienced as he was, Pember spluttered like a bloody virgin, the sheer amount of fluid making his eyes water.