Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 54: Why the fuck am I still hard?!

Damn... exactly what I wanted, Gabe thought inwardly as he continued sucking Alex’s dick, watching him tilt his head back in pleasure. Alex’s expression had completely melted....eyes half-lidded, lips parted, sweat beading along his jaw. A filthy, desperate, slutty expression that made Gabe throb painfully inside his trousers. Every low groan Alex released vibrated against Gabe’s tongue, encouraging him to take him even deeper.

There’s no going back now, Gabe thought with a dark, satisfied certainty. I’ve finally captured Alex. Not his heart... but his dick.

And for Gabe, that was enough...

for now.

He soon tasted something warm and salty gather at the back of his tongue before sliding down his throat, forcing him to swallow greedily. Alex pulled out only after he’d emptied himself again.

Gabe swallowed every drop deliberately, never breaking eye contact with him. Then his gaze dropped...slowly, hungrily to Alex’s length.

His dick was still just as hard. Still leaking. Still twitching.

He’s still hard? Gabe blinked, stunned. Are betas even supposed to stay this hard? Even Alphas calm down a bit after they get sucked off, but Alex... Alex is still fucking hard.

Like seriously?

Before Gabe could finish that thought, Alex suddenly dropped to his knees in front of him.

Gabe’s breath hitched.

Alex unbuttoned Gabe’s trousers with quick, impatient fingers, freeing his own hard length. Without a word....without even giving Gabe time to question it....Alex wrapped his mouth around him and began sucking.

Gabe arched his back with a loud moan.

"Oh....yes..." he gasped, placing his hands in Alex’s hair, guiding him deeper. "Oh... suck it..."

The way Alex worked his tongue....slow, then fast, then deep, then shallow....sent heat exploding up Gabe’s spine. His legs trembled helplessly, his breath turning sharp and uneven as his orgasm rushed toward him.

"Oh....fuck...." Gabe cried out as he cummed hard, spilling into Alex’s mouth. Alex swallowed everything without hesitation, his throat working around him until Gabe shivered violently from the intensity.

Some of his release stained his trousers, but Gabe didn’t care. He could barely breathe.

When Alex finally pulled away, he rose to his full height, towering over Gabe. Even then... even after sucking Gabe dry... his own cock was still painfully hard.

He forced it back into his trousers, jaw clenched, breath shaky.

Why the fuck am I STILL this hard? Alex thought in frustration. Will I only be okay once I fuck someone’s asshole? Yeah... rut is coming, but it’s not here yet. Blowjobs should’ve helped. Stroking should’ve helped.

He dragged a hand through his hair, annoyed and overwhelmed.

And yet I’m still throbbing like I’m about to tear through my clothes.

He needed Gabe out of the room before he lost control again.

"You should go home now," Alex finally said, voice tense.

Gabe blinked. "You’re still hard," he pointed out, almost accusingly. "I guess... I failed, after all. I’ll fail in pleasing my future partners."

Alex’s head snapped up. "No. Don’t say that," he replied immediately."My body wouldn’t react to your touch if you had failed. Me still being hard like this..." he exhaled shakily, "...is me wanting more of you."

Gabe froze.

Alex continued, forcing composure he did not feel. "But I’m your therapist, Gabe. And you’re my client. Everything happening here is necessary to help you, that’s all."

He swallowed hard, looking away.

"I know I’m fucking hard right now. And that’s because it’s been a long time since I’ve experienced anything like this....anything sexual at all, really. I should feel okay once I fuck an omega or... just get a toy." He laughed bitterly under his breath. "A vibrating machine against my length would probably calm me down."

But even as he said it, his body betrayed him....the outline of his cock still pushing against the fabric, still aching, still throbbing.

And Gabe noticed every inch of it.

"Oh, I see..." Gabe murmured under his breath as he swallowed hard, trying to appear unaffected even though his mind was spinning.

Oh yeah, he thought darkly with a sly smirk hidden behind the calmness on his face. You should go ahead and fuck your omegas, Alex... fuck them exactly how you like, because sooner or later you’ll end up collecting my dick instead. And when that day comes, you won’t even resist me.

He felt a small throb in his own body at the thought.

Honestly, I’d keep sucking him all day if I could... but there are still other days. I should leave now before he decides to bend me over this damn office table and fuck my asshole. I’m too weak to shove him off right now. Him sucking me... swallowing my cum... it felt like he swallowed my strength. I feel drained. Sleep is the only thing that will save me.

"You should do that soon, Alex," Gabe finally said aloud, giving him a warm, deceptively innocent smile. "And I’m sorry for making you feel this way....leaving you this hard."

He tucked himself back into his trousers with slow, careful movements.

"Uhmm... do you have perfume around here? I can’t shower again but my cum dropped on my trousers earlier. I don’t want to walk around smelling like... that."

Alex let out a soft breath. "Yeah, I do. And... I understand."

He moved toward his drawer, grabbed a perfume, and handed it over.

Gabe took it instantly and began spraying his trousers....too much.

He choked violently.

"Oh....fuck, sorry." Alex quickly snatched the bottle back from him. "You shouldn’t spray that much."

His words cut off as he glanced at the label.

His eyes widened.

Oh... fuck! he cursed under his breath.

Gabe frowned. "What is it?"

Alex ignored the question, forcing a smile as he crouched down before Gabe again.

"You should... get fucked when you get home," Alex advised carefully. "I know you hate your husband, but maybe just do it today. Treat it like you’re using him. Then discard him again. That’s one perfect method for revenge. He’ll think you’ve come around....then you’ll drag him back into hell."

Instead of answering, Gabe burst into laughter the moment he recovered from the choking haze of the perfume.

I already feel good from you sucking me, Alex, he thought smugly, hiding the hunger in his eyes. I don’t need anyone else to fuck me. And if I were to fuck someone, it’d be you. Actually... I’m sure once you take my dick in your asshole, your rut-throbbing dick would calm down real fast. But it’s only a matter of time. We have so many days ahead of us... you’ll break eventually.

"Just take me out," Gabe finally said with another gentle smile. "My driver is waiting. I need to grab something to eat."

Alex nodded and moved behind him, pushing the wheelchair out of the office.

They made their way to the parking lot, the air thick with everything they weren’t saying.

"Drive him home safely," Alex told the chauffeur quietly. "And call his husband. It’s important."

The driver nodded instantly and helped Gabe into the backseat.

"Get home safe," Alex said softly. "You can drop a text when you arrive."

"Oh, I will." Gabe smiled, his tone warm but his eyes teasing. "Thank you for today. I feel so good... better than I have in a long time. I’ll be back tomorrow. I’m eager to see what you’ll teach me next."

Alex gave a stiff nod and shut the car door. The chauffeur took his place behind the wheel and drove off.

Once the car disappeared from sight, Alex exhaled shakily and grabbed his phone. Panic flashed across his face as he dialed Damien’s number while walking quickly back into his office.

But the moment the parking lot fell quiet...

A second car door opened.

Sabe stepped out from the shadows with Josh behind him. His face was twisted in rage.

"I knew he was going to disobey me," Sabe hissed, fury vibrating in his voice. "I knew Gabe would come here even after I forbade him. He didn’t even sneak out while I was away...no....he left while I was home. Very early. Bold enough to walk right out."

Josh cleared his throat. "What should we do about Mr. Alex? Should we try to kill him again? We can do it now, sir since that golden-eyed man isn’t here. I believe it was a coincidence meeting him the other day. And the other group hasn’t done anything since then. We shouldn’t rely on them."

"Don’t kill him yet," Sabe snapped sharply. "I’m no longer in a rush. I’d rather teach him a lesson. Break something. A hand. A leg. Whatever causes him pain."

Josh nodded. "As you wish."

But Sabe raised a hand, stopping him.

"Actually... no," he muttered darkly. "Leave him for now. Look deeper into his life. Find out if he has loved ones. Someone important. Someone he’d die for."

Sabe’s smile, changed into cruel and calculating.

"It’s always better to hurt the people they love."

Josh bowed deeply. "Understood, sir."