Aunix
Go ahead. Not your underwear though
Charlie
Thank you Alpha
Chase kicked off his sweats. The cool air on his legs was a relief, but everything became more urgent, the need to touch himself increasing.
Charlie
Please can I touch myself?
Aunix
Isn’t that what you’ve been doing?
Chase flushed.
Charlie
Please Alpha
Aunix
Can’t even say it, huh?
You hard, baby?
Charlie
Yes
Please
Aunix
Are you wet?
Chase closed his eyes. His guts and bones and veins were on fire, thighs tensed, toes curling. His ass was slick, hole dripping into his underwear, so turned-on he couldn’t even think.
That mean little edge to Aunix’s words had him desperate.
Charlie
Yes Alpha
Aunix
Yeah, I bet you’re dripping
Desperate for it, huh?
Charlie
Please please I’ll be good I promise
Aunix