Chapter 3 【03】First Contact with the Gland

"So much slick here." Alexander murmured lowly, then opened his mouth without hesitation, taking both heavy sacs inside.

"Ahhh—!" Lucas threw his head back, fingers threading into Alexander''s hair, wanting to push him away but lacking strength.

The hot, wet mouth enveloped the fragile area, the tongue skillfully scraping and nudging against the thin skin. Alexander sucked hard, making the obscene, wet sounds of "tch, tch". While he worked the sacs, he freed one hand, quickly stroking the already painfully hard cock.

"Haaah... Alex... too... too much... I can''t..."

Lucas, caught in this double assault, saw stars. Pleasure washed over him in waves. He''d just come once; his body was at its most sensitive. How could he withstand this?

Alexander had no intention of letting up. He released the sacs, licking upwards along the perineum, finally taking the purplish-red glans into his mouth.

"Ungh!" Lucas''s whole body stiffened, toes curling.

The car was filled with the wet, slurping sounds of sucking. Alexander''s mouth was hot and tight, his tongue deftly wrapping around the frenulum, scraping up and down. Each deep-throat swallow made Lucas''s scalp tingle with pleasure, his waist arching uncontrollably, pushing himself deeper into that mouth.

"Gonna... gonna come... Alex... ugh... gonna go again..."

Lucas''s breathing grew more and more frantic, his lower abdomen tightening – the sign of impending climax.

Just as he was about to lose control, Alexander suddenly released his cock. His thumb pressed precisely against the tiny slit at the tip, firmly blocking the exit.

"Mmm?!" Lucas''s eyes widened, his body convulsing violently. Pleasure built at the tip with no release, making his face flush crimson, tears instantly springing to his eyes. "Let... let go... let me come... Alex... please..."

Alexander looked up, a silvery strand still hanging at the corner of his mouth, a gaze both mischievous and indulgent. "Didn''t you just come once already? Hold it in for now. Your little hole still needs to ''eat'' something big later."

"Ugh... so uncomfortable... it hurts so bad to hold back..." Lucas cried messily. That feeling of being pulled back from the very edge was more torturous than a direct climax.

"Good boy, hold on." Alexander smiled cruelly, his finger still firmly pressing the slit, while his other hand continued to stroke the shaft rapidly, pushing Lucas to struggle repeatedly on the brink of collapse. His entrance, driven by desire and emptiness, contracted wildly, releasing more clear slick.

"Ah... ah... bastard..."

Alexander ignored this soft-spoken curse. Instead, he used his fingers to gather the freshly spilled come on Lucas''s stomach, slowly working it into the entrance, patiently using his fingers for the final stretch, each movement bringing slickness and warmth.