Chapter 4 (4) - Maddox's POV

I can clearly see he's not alright. When I open the door and his pheromones hit me, I feel an electric wave course through my body.

It reminds me of that night.

I fucking love his scent. It's so strong and makes me have this awareness that I'm with a man unlike omegas who carry feminine, overly sweet scents.

I want to fuck Mr. Leslie so bad. I want to knot inside him... So. Bad.

When he looks at me through the car window, I see his flushed face and I know I just have to be in there.

My eyes go from yellow to red when I add extra force to the car door and CRACK! It's open and broken. Just like Mr. Leslie would soon be for me.

I know, it's a new fantasy. Fucking a man your dad's age. But I get what I want, and until I'm satisfied and done with this fantasy, I'm not letting Mr. Leslie go.

I quickly invade the passenger seat.

"What.. what are you doing here.." Leslie whispers, definitely not happy I'm here.

But I don't bother to give a darn reply to the question.

I aim for his pants and quickly unbutton them. He frowns but bucks his hips upward as I lower his pants. He can't stand the heat in his whole body, but me too.

"I think you need to beat your meat if you want to feel better," I say.

Fuck! What am I doing?

I should be fucking him good right now. But I don't know why I can't bring myself to just do whatever I want with him without his permission, now that I have the chance.

He spoke so much in the dress room and made my ego drop. I planned my revenge. Meet him at the car pack, break into his car and fuck him senseless.

But when I saw him lost in thoughts in his car, I lost a sense of vengeance.

"I won't do anything you wouldn't want me to. Not without your permission," I feel the need to say it out loud.

Leslie simply nodded.

He had drawn a line between us, I didn't plan to respect that line but now I'm holding back from filling this small space with my dominant Alpha pheromones. I'm respecting that line and it surprises me.

Leslie lowers the seat so he could lay down on it, then lowered his boxer shorts, and placed his hands between his thighs.

Fuck! His dick is so red. I can't tell if it's blushing at me or just needy.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, yeah. Damn, damn, damn ahh!"

Just wrapping his meat seems like the best feeling on earth for him, because the way he moans like a slut while hungrily moving his hand up and down.

I swallowed.

I don't miss the bop of my dick. I feel the urge to beat my meat with him as well, but what if he doesn't want that?

Leslie shifts uncomfortably with a frown on his face. He's not satisfied. He wants more. He's hungry for something better. And I see it.

To be honest, what he really wants now is for someone—me—to penetrate him. He wants my dick to impale him and get inside his ass.

I will give it to him but not here.

"Mr. Leslie, let me drive you home," I don't ask. I'm already turning on the GPS.

I try not to get us into a car crash with the way Leslie breathes on my neck and clings to my arm. At some point of the drive I had to give him my right arm and drive with just the left.

My dick throbs when he bites into my shoulder blade like it's beef jerky, but the good thing is that we're home. His home.

It's a big building and I have him on my back, into the elevator and all the way up to his two bed room condo.

"I know you want me, little boys," Leslie breathes quietly behind me.

Little boy? Yeah, right.

"Yes, I want you."

Leslie is only on boxer shorts at this point and I don't mind the heartthrob of his dick when I make my confession.

I place him down on the couch and make sure he sees the lust in my eyes as I repeat myself. “I want you so bad, Mr. Leslie.”

Leslie frowns.

Just when I think he’s about to dismiss me like before and call me a little boy again, I feel his mouth on mine.

But I don't kiss. So I opt to hug him instead. He clings to me and I lift him up. He's straddling me and he's in my arms like a big bag.

I slide my hand into his boxer shorts. I graze my middle finger around his ass hole, causing him to moan in pleasure.

That's not enough for me, and definitely not for him too.

"Fuck, I miss this hole," I groan as I slide my finger into Leslie's hole.

“Oh god,” Leslie cries out in need. But I pull out soon.

“I need to fuck you, Leslie,” I say dropping all formalities while pulling down his boxer shorts.

I can't wait for an affirmation. I take him to the dining table and sit him there.

"Maddox... just... inhibitors."

I wouldn’t dare.

What is the use for an inhibitor when I've got a dick here to fill your hole, sir?

"Do you have a condom, Mr. Leslie?" I ask, rustling around in my jeans.

Leslie shook his head. I don't know if that's a no or a don't do it. But I'm already determined to give him pleasure.

By the time I move my hand over my cock a few times, I grunt in ecstasy. I place my blunt tip against his hole. “I’m really going to fuck you now, Leslie. Are you ready?”

Leslie groans.

I'm barely in when I hear the familiar voice of my uncle fill the entrance passage.

Fuck!

"Vice President Singerr, you left your door open. It's not safe, you know."