Page 58 of Trust No Alpha
“No. I’m saying the truth. You’re a delight to me and don’t you ever forget it.”
Pale lashes fanned the air as Kris took that in, chest still moving with his more rapid than normal breaths. “You are so good to me,” he whispered.
“And I will continue to be.” Thorne watched him wrestle with his new being, his awakening. “How did it feel?”
Kris looked away. “Good.”
“And it was your first time knotting. Well?”
Kris’s mouth tightened, opened, closed, then opened. “I’m speechless.”
Thorne let out a small laugh. “Fantastic. That’s how it’s supposed to feel.”
Kris glanced up. “Don’t laugh.”
“Why not?”
“This isn’t funny.”
“It’s not funny. It’s wonderful. You’re crossing an amazing plateau. We should be celebrating, having wine and steaks and ice cream for dessert.” In all honesty, he was trying to get a smile out of Kris. It was harder than getting him to come, that was for sure.
Kris simply shot him a pained look and lay back under the covers staring sightlessly upward.
Thorne let him rest for about half an hour. He spent the time picking up the scattered toys from about the room, and setting out more clean towels and making sure lube was within reaching distance for more milking. Even with lube, Kris’s cock would chafe after hours of handling.
After seeing to all that, Thorne sat on the side of the bed and watched Kris nap, his eyes twitching, his body moving restlessly even in sleep.
When Kris woke, he jerked and moaned and it was time for another round.
Thorne maintained gentle touches and realized he was making love to the boy and not just servicing him. He cared, and he could do this no other way.
The second time Thorne sucked the knot from him, he positioned himself at the foot of the bed between Kris’s legs and Kris held onto his shoulders and head as he brought him to a minutes-long orgasm that fountained out of him. Kris bucked and shot long white ribbons of come with every throb. Thorne kept sucking and letting up, then sucking back down again, squeezing the knot until it passed.
His technique drove Kris crazy, and he thrashed for long minutes until he was flushed and winded and soaking wet.
This time, the aftercare consisted of a shower. He helped Kris into the hot water, getting his own robe wet but not caring. He held him as he soaped him down, then knelt and sucked him off again without a knot forming.
Kris clutched hard at his hair, pulling, but Thorne didn’t care. He only cared about the needs of this man. And bringing him as much pleasure as possible to make this a good memory, a positive light in his life to look back on from the future from wherever he ended up.
Back in bed, Kris rested for about an hour this time, and Thorne napped beside him, his hand on Kris’s chest.
Five times before dawn Kris came. Three of those times included a knot.
He was the most gorgeous sight when he came, golden hair splashing about his face and shoulders, eyes rolled back, mouth open in a lovely sideways oval. His knees would bend and part, swaying, the thigh muscles tensing, and the tip of his cock would turn to a dark, dusky red as the shaft contracted with the orgasms, exploded with seed. His chest rose and fell, the skin over the pecs and at the center pink from exertion, his nipples hard and pointed. For Thorne, his heart threatened to break just watching him.
By morning they were both exhausted. They slept side by side and did not see the dawn brightening the windows.
It was nine a.m. when Thorne woke to a growling stomach. He left Kris sleeping and got up to make breakfast.
He brought eggs scrambled soft and toast with melting butter into the guest room on a tray and set it on the bed.
He was amazed when Kris moved to sit up, the covers bunching about his waist, and started eating.
Getting food into a young Alpha during his first Burn was a feat. Many Alphas lost as much as fifteen pounds during their first Burns because they could not keep food down.
Luckily, Kris’s appetite flourished and he managed another nap after eating.
Thorne took that opportunity to run upstairs and grab another shower. He had denied himself any sexual release while tending to Kris. Now he held his fully erect cock under the hot water and closed his eyes, seeing image after image of Kris blissed out in pleasure, head thrown back, Adam’s apple bobbing, cock spurting long, fast arcs of white come. He rubbed only a few times before he came into the stream with a fast and much-needed release.
