by D. J. Heart
“Shush,” Merchant demands, grabbing Logan’s neck and giving him a little shake. The slight movement feels like his whole world is rocking, Merchant’s fingers like a band of obedience. “You were so good for me.”
Logan melts at the praise, leaning into Merchant’s body and letting the stronger man catch him.
“I’m going to knot you now,” Merchant says, lips pressed against his ear. The promise has Logan grinding his body against Merchant’s immovable form. He’s never been fucked by an alpha before—never taken anything even half of Merchant’s size up his ass—but he can’t wait. He feels empty and needy and he knows that Merchant’s cock is what he needs to feel better.
“Please,” he whimpers. Merchant shudders and pulls him up for a kiss, reaching under his ass and lifting him up. Merchant crushes them together as they taste each other, carrying Logan to the bedroom.
One minute Merchant is groping Logan’s ass and biting his lip aggressively, and the next Logan finds himself flying through the air and bouncing on a springy mattress. He hasn’t even landed from his first bounce when Merchant grabs his legs and flips him onto his stomach. Merchant crawls on top of the bed and straddles him, laying himself flat on Logan’s back and crushing him into the musky sheets.
Closing his eyes, Logan relishes the feel of Merchant’s solid weight. He breathes in the concentrated scent of alpha permeating the Egyptian cotton under his nose, grinding his crotch into the bed with Merchant copying the movement on his ass. There’s a fat bulge pressing into his left butt cheek, and Logan swears he can feel it throbbing through both their pants.
They need to get naked. Now.
“Clothes,” he mumbles, the complaint coming out in a moan as Merchant latches onto his neck and starts licking at his claiming bite. Logan’s mind blanks in sheer pleasure, and he forgets what he wanted.
It doesn’t matter. Not when he gets to feel like this. Owned. Protected. Dominated. Merchant’s hand is in his hair, angling his head and exposing the bite, tugging at his scalp with no effort spent being gentle.
“Stay.” The word is a low growl, and for a second Logan is confused, but then Merchant jumps off him and leaves the bed. Logan feels cold air hit his back where his shirt has ridden up, and the loss of Merchant’s weight on top of him is anything but good. He turns to look, to see what would make Merchant leave, but the second he starts moving his head a terrifying growl fills the room. Logan freezes, breathing rabbit-quick, and doesn’t move a muscle. The rumbling growl tapers off, followed by a self-satisfied huff. Logan’s cock gives a twitch at the sound.
“Good boy,” Merchant says. He climbs back on the bed and moves to straddle Logan’s thighs, but this time he doesn’t lay himself flat. Something drops down on the sheets next to him, but Logan can’t see what it is. When Merchant grabs the waistband at the back of his pants and pulls his hands apart, ripping the heavy jeans straight down the middle, his mind blanks and he forgets all about the mysterious object.
“Fuck, your ass,” Merchant growls. He grabs for Logan’s underwear and rips it clean off, giving him a painful wedgie in the process until the cotton tears. Logan is pulled off the bed from the force of Merchant’s tearing off his clothes, and once his ass is exposed, he drops back down to the mattress with a thump.
Merchant smacks his ass with both his hands, the sound filling the room as Logan’s back arches in confused pleasure/pain, hands staying on Logan’s cheeks and spreading his ass open to expose his hole.
It’s hard to breathe. Logan has never felt so vulnerable. So wanted.
“Whose hole is this, boy?” Merchant growls, thumbs swiping in to pull at the edges of his rim. Logan pushes his ass out in answer, but Merchant lifts his right hand and smacks it back down.
“Answer!” Merchant demands. He spreads Logan’s ass again, swiping his thumbs into the center and rubbing them right over Logan’s hole.
“Yours, Merch. All yours.”
Merchant gives a rumbling growl of approval, pushing the pad of his left thumb at Logan’s opening and forcing him to open up around it. It’s dry and unlubed, and the sting of it is wonderful.
“Merch, huh? That’s the second time you’ve called me that.” Merchant lets go of Logan’s ass and drapes himself over his back, curling his muscular forearm around Logan’s throat. He leans in so that his mouth is pressed against Logan’s ear, his breath hot and moist. “I like it.”
Logan shudders. Merchant’s crotch is nestled in the crack of his ass, and he can barely breathe with Merchant’s arm under his chin, pressing his head back. He arches his back, lifting his head, but Merchant keeps the pressure on his throat steady.
Thrusting his hips and grinding his bulge into Logan’s ass, Merchant lets out a happy rumble. When Logan answers the sound with a needy moan of his own, he drops his arm and pushes four fingers into Logan’s mouth. The intrusion catches Logan off-guard, and he nearly chokes. Merchant keeps his finger in place, pushing his thumb on the underside of Logan’s jaw and letting it rest just over his Adam’s apple.
“I need to be inside you,” Merchant says, and for once he sounds just as needy and desperate as Logan. He keeps thrusting his fingers toward the back of Logan’s throat, fucking into his mouth and grinding his hips down. It’s wonderful, but it isn’t what Logan wants.
“Fuck!” Merchant snarls, pushing Logan down to the mattress and moving back to straddle his thighs again. Logan clenches his fingers in the cotton sheets, careful not to move without permission. He closes his eyes and waits for Merchant to take him.
Something cold and slippery lands on the small of his back and runs down between his cheeks. Logan starts, whimpering when Merchant drags a finger through the cold substance and smears it over his ass.
Lube.
Logan pushes his ass back into Merchant’s finger, and is rewarded with another harsh smack. He clenches his jaw and wishes that he had a pillow to bite on. Being spanked still feels good, in the weirdest way, but being slapped on his bare skin is a lot more painful than when he’s wearing pants and underwear.
“Open up for me,” Merchant orders, clearly expecting to be obeyed as he shoves two slick fingers into Logan’s hole. With the size of his hands, the two fingers alone are bigger than some of the beta cocks Logan has been fucked with. He keens, crying out in shocked pleasure.
“Let me in,” Merchant demands. He adds another finger and Logan can’t breathe. The stretch is intense, and he knows that this is nothing compared to the monster cock Merchant is going to fuck him with.
Logan doesn’t even want to think about Merchant’s knot. That’s something he’ll deal with when he has to, and not a second before.
“I’m trying,” Logan whimpers, doing everything he can to relax his rim around Merchant’s fingers. It doesn’t work, but merchant strokes the top of his ass tenderly, conveying his approval.
“You were made for this,” Merchant says, spreading his fingers apart as he works them in and out. Logan’s breath stutters, the pleasure of being full warring with the sting of being stretched.
Working Logan’s hole like an expert, slowly opening him up, Merchant studiously avoids stimulating Logan’s prostate. Logan doesn’t even notice the lack of pleasure until Merchant adds a fourth finger, curling them all down and pressing into the sensitive nub and setting off an explosion of pleasure.
The pain of an added finger is completely drowned in the orgasmic bliss that spreads through Logan’s body. He shudders, and when he realizes that he’s coming, soiling the sheets under his body with his load, he’s taken completely by surprise.
“Merch! I’m coming!” he warns, amazed and high on pleasure.
“I know,” Merchant says, not letting up in the least on Logan’s prostate. He sounds cocky and pleased, and Logan thinks he’s going to die if the pleasure doesn’t let up soon. The fingers massaging his prostate with brutal efficiency are starting to get uncomfortable, his inner gland sensitive in a way it wasn’t designed to handle.
M
erchant doesn’t seem concerned. He’s all alpha, and he’ll make Logan take as much pleasure as he wants him to.
The thought makes Logan’s spent cock twitch.
Merchant hums and growls to himself as he keeps on working Logan’s hole, not giving a shit that he sounds like some kind of caveman. It’s surprisingly charming.
“You’re ready,” he announces after what seems like forever, Logan’s balls and prostate long since drained, his body a quivering mess.
Logan tenses up, but it isn’t in fear. It’s pure anticipation. Want.
Merchant gets up on his knees, one knee planted on either side of Logan’s thighs, and Logan can hear his zipper being pulled down and the sound of him lubing up his shaft.
This is going to happen, and Logan can’t wait. Nothing has ever felt this right.
“Settle,” Merchant warns, putting a hand on Logan’s lower back and pressing him into the mattress. Logan realizes that he’s been wriggling his ass invitingly, and he immediately goes still.
He can be good for his new alpha. He’ll show him.
“Good boy.” Merchant’s words send a wave of warmth though Logan’s body, which is quickly eclipsed by the feel of Merchant’s cock pressing against the opening of his ass. Logan gasps, doing his best to relax as Merchant starts applying pressure.
The cock trying to fuck into him feels a lot bigger than four fingers.
“You can take it,” Merchant says. He sounds utterly convinced, and a second later he’s proven right when the bulbous head of his cock slips past Logan’s rim. Big hands hold Logan’s hips steady, pulling him back on Merchant’s cock, and inch by slow inch Logan is impaled.
“God you’re tight!” Merchant growls, bottoming out. The knot hurts as it goes in, and Logan tries to twitch away, only to be held in place. “Don’t struggle,” Merchant warns, finger-shaped bruises no doubt forming on Logan’s hips.
“Hurts,” he says, trying to get a deep breath and failing. “So full.”
“You can do it,” Merchant says. He stops, his uninflated knot buried inside Logan’s ass, and after a minute the pain passes and the pressure on his prostate turns into an intense pleasure. Logan’s whimpers turn needy, and Merchant lets out a rumbling growl of pleasure in response.
“Good boy,” Merchant says, pulling out of Logan’s ass—just enough to clear his knot—before slamming back in. Logan grunts, overwhelmed by everything he’s feeling, and before he has time to sort out his thoughts and the sensations coursing through his body, Merchant pulls out and fucks in again.
“That’s it!” Merchant growls, hips thrusting as he starts fucking Logan faster and faster, each thrust harder than the last. Within seconds, he’s built up a punishing rhythm and all Logan can do is hang on. The sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room, the scent of sex heady in the air.
Logan thinks he comes again, shooting his load into the previous mess he made of the sheets, but he isn’t sure. It all blends together into something sharp, overwhelming, and good. He closes his eyes, and all he can do is feel as an explosion of stars go off behind his lids.
“Gonna knot you,” Merchant growls. He’s dropped down on top of Logan without him noticing, rutting into him like an animal in heat. His hips are pumping furiously, and Logan can feel the knot at the base of his shaft getting bigger with each thrust.
“Yes… want it…” Logan mumbles, no longer thinking about things like beta physiology or how painful it’s supposed to be when knotted. All he knows is that Merchant’s knot means more, and Logan wants more. Wants everything.
“You’re mine,” Merchant growls, slamming his hips down and burying himself deep. “All mine. I’m never going to let you go. Take care of you forever. All mine…” The possessive litany continues, but Logan doesn’t mind. He knows that Merchant has enough control over his instincts that they won’t be a problem, and right now it feels nothing but right that Merchant should own and protect him. That he should belong to him.
“All yours. My alpha,” Logan mumbles back, and Merchant lets out a whine as his hips stutter and he comes. Logan grins, exhausted and on the brink of passing out, satisfied that he can affect merchant like that. Satisfied that he can make Merchant sound like that.
Logan’s smug satisfaction doesn’t last long. Merchant is coming inside of him, and with every spurt of come shot deep into his gut, Merchant’s knot swells bigger. It’s huge, locked behind his rim, and the way it fills him up is more intense than anything Logan has ever felt. It doesn’t hurt, exactly—at least not how he’d thought it would—but it’s as much uncomfortable as it is pleasurable.
Merchant, on the other hand, sounds like he’s in seventh heaven. He presses his face into the crook of Logan’s neck, licking over his claiming bite as he forces more and more come into his stomach.
Logan isn’t sure how much come an alpha can produce, but he knows that it can be a lot. He’s already starting to feel full and bloated, and the fact that merchant is on top of him, pressing his stomach into the mattress, isn’t helping.
“You’re all mine now,” Merchant says, curling his arms under Logan’s body and holding him tightly, as though his weight and knot aren’t enough to keep Logan trapped. “Forever.” He sounds incredibly smug, like he’s managed to pull one over on Logan.
“Good,” Logan says, pushing the word out. It’s hard, his chest unable to expand properly with Merchant doing his best to crush him. “That’s what I wanted.”
Merchant rewards him with a wet lick over his neck and up under his ear, followed by a sharp bite to his earlobe. Logan grins, though he really does need Merchant to move soon.
“Merch? You’re kind of squishing me here…” Logan doesn’t even try to sound stern or demanding. He’s much too happy.
“Like squishing you,” Merchant says. He sounds cocky and drunk, and Logan sighs.
“Merchant, I need to breathe.”
Merchant rolls over, pulling Logan with him and settling him into the little spoon position. It’s much more comfortable, though when he’s moved he can feel Merchant’s come sloshing around inside of him. He wonders how much is up there.
“Merch. I like it when you call me Merch,” Merchant says, sounding petulant. Logan laughs.
“You don’t seem like a nickname kind of guy,” Logan says. He puts his hand on top of Merchant’s, hugging the alpha’s arm closer to his chest. Merchant rumbles in approval.
“Merchant is a nickname,” Merchant says, dragging his nose along Logan’s throat. Logan starts.
“What?”
Merchant grins into his neck. “What, you thought that was my name? Just the one word?”
Logan smiles and then moans as Merchant goes from grinning into his neck to licking it.
“I just figured it was your last name, and that you had some really ridiculous first name that you didn’t use. Like Constance or Ichabod.”
Merchant stops licking his neck. “You thought my name was Ichabod Merchant?” He sounds vaguely offended and Logan snorts.
“Something like that.”
Merchant lets out a playful growl and snaps his hips, pushing his knot down and further into Logan’s body. It’s intense, the pressure and size unlike anything he’s ever felt, and for a second Logan is overwhelmed with the pleasure of it.
“That feels so good,” he says when the stars have stopped dancing in front of his eyes and it no longer feels like he’s going to come again. His cock isn’t hard, but the internal stimulation feels better than jerking off.
“My name,” Merchant says, “is Alexander Marchand.” He does that thing with his hips again, and Logan moans.
“Marchand means merchant, doesn’t it?” Logan asks, clutching Merchant’s fingers in his hand.
“Yes,” Merchant says. The hand on Logan’s belly starts sliding down, reaching for his cock, and Logan forgets what he was going to ask next. He’s soft, but it still sends little shocks though his body when Merchant starts squeezing his shaft and rolling his balls in hi
s hands.
“Merch… fuck, that’s too intense,” he moans when the stimulation continues. Merchant laughs, arrogant and full of himself, and doesn’t stop. His finger slides down beneath Logan’s balls to rub over his taint, pushing at the knot inside of Logan’s body, and Logan shudders in violent pleasure.
“Don’t worry. My knot is starting to go down.” Merchant doesn’t seem worried. Smug, more like it.
“It is?” Logan hasn’t noticed any decrease in the pressure inside of him. He still feels just as impossibly full.
“Yeah. I used the regular lube,” Merchant says, like he’s being reassuring, and Logan is confused.
“What else would you have used?”
Logan can feel Merchant’s cock throbbing inside of him, twitching in pleasure at just the thought of this other type of lube. He doesn’t know if he should be nervous or mad that he’s missed out.