Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.

Chapter 117: Just fuck me Alex (18+)

Maybe you’re the one I need, Alex thought inwardly as he intensified the kiss. I don’t care if I never have offspring. Only omegas could give birth afterall and I’ve tested them but they never got pregnant.

I’ll stick with you, Gabe.

Alex kept kissing Gabe like his life depended on it, and Gabe kissed him back just as desperately. Their mouths moved in messy, heated sync, breath mingling, teeth bumping occasionally as if neither of them could slow down even if they wanted to. Gabe’s hands hovered uncertainly around Alex’s body, fingers twitching like they were afraid of committing to a touch. Alex wasn’t any better his own hands hovered over Gabe’s skin, close enough to feel warmth but hesitant, restrained, as if crossing that last inch would change everything.

I really can’t believe I said all that, Gabe thought hazily as his hand finally wrapped around Alex’s dick. He began stroking gently, experimentally. The soapy water in the bathtub made it easy—his grip slid up and down smoothly, frictionless, dangerous.

But maybe it’s for the best.

His chest tightened with conflicting thoughts even as his body responded eagerly.

I know I’m still going to stay with my other sugar daddies for my company, he admitted inwardly, almost unapologetic. But having Alex by my side... that’s not a bad idea.

He swallowed. I don’t want to push him away like I did during Sabe’s case. And besides, it’s not like he’d listen even if I tried.

Gabe’s lips curved faintly against Alex’s mouth, confidence creeping back in.

And even if you don’t like me that much yet, Alex, he added silently, it’s only a matter of time before I make you fall for me completely.

Time blurred. The world narrowed down to heat, breath, and the slow build curling tight in his gut. Gabe was already close—too close—when Alex finally broke the kiss.

Alex pulled back just enough to breathe, panting heavily, his forehead resting against Gabe’s. His hands were still cupping Gabe’s cheeks, thumbs brushing softly as if grounding himself.

"I... I like you too, Gabe."

The words hit Gabe like a physical blow.

"Huh?"

"Yes." Alex swallowed, his tone steady but strained, like he’d rehearsed this a hundred times and still wasn’t sure it would land. "I like you too. Since the day I brought you to my office that night, you’ve refused to leave my head." His gaze was unwavering now. "You’re not just a client to me. You’re someone I cherish... a lot."

So that’s it, Gabe thought, shock rippling through him. You’ve fallen for me too.

He let out a soft, almost disbelieving chuckle.

"Huh?" Alex frowned slightly. "Did I say something wrong? Did I offend you with my words?"

"You should see your face right now, Alex." Gabe spoke quietly, studying him with unsettling precision. "The way you said you like me—a crazy person like me." He tilted his head. "You always look serious, you know? Before, it was all control. Then during our therapy sessions, you softened." His eyes narrowed slightly. "But now... you’ve got that same serious expression again."

Alex didn’t interrupt.

"It’s not anger," Gabe continued, voice firm. "It’s fear. Sadness. Longing. All mixed together."

Alex huffed softly, a crooked smirk tugging at his lips. "You really know how to read people, huh?" He shook his head. "But I’m dead serious, Gabe. I like you. I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time. You were married to Sabe then." His voice dropped. "But not anymore."

Instead of answering, Gabe leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Alex’s lips. Then another. And another—slower this time, deliberate.

It’s not like I can fuck you now, Gabe thought bitterly. You see me as an omega—someone who’s meant to be fucked, not the one doing the fucking.

A heavy sigh settled in his chest. And I’m really not ready to reveal my identity to you yet.

Even now—after all this—trust still hovered just out of reach.

"Hey," Alex murmured, sensing the shift. "What’s wrong? Why do you look so lost?"

"Uh... nothing," Gabe replied quickly, forcing a warm smile. "I’m just happy you told me how you feel too."

But his thoughts betrayed him.

Since I can’t fuck your asshole, should I let you fuck mine instead?

The idea sent a sharp jolt through him. Should I give you that opportunity?

His mind recoiled instantly.

What the fuck are you thinking, Gabe?

A beta fucking an alpha’s asshole? That completely disrupts the ABO system.

"Gabe?" Alex’s thumb brushed his cheek, pulling him back again. "You’re zoning out."

"It’s nothing, really," Gabe said, swallowing hard. "So... what were you saying?"

"Nothing." Alex didn’t push. Instead, he leaned in and kissed Gabe again—harder this time, desperate. His tongue slipped into Gabe’s mouth, claiming, exploring, while his hand hovered over Gabe’s chest, fingers splayed as if unsure where to land.

Gabe’s own hands had already found their way back to Alex’s dick. This time he stroked faster, more confidently, kissing Alex like his life depended on it.

Just how would it feel, Gabe wondered, breath hitching, to have his mighty cock in my asshole?

His grip tightened unconsciously. I’ve fucked Sabe before—he’s an alpha like me. That didn’t disrupt anything.

He bit back a groan. But Alex is a beta.

Stop thinking about it, he screamed inwardly. That’s impossible.

"Oh fuck—" Alex moaned into the kiss as the pressure finally peaked, his body tensing as he could feel his orgasm building with terrifying force.

"Oh—yes—" Alex moaned even louder as he came hard, a deep, rough sound of satisfaction tearing from his throat. His body tensed sharply, muscles tightening as the pleasure crashed through him in heavy waves. He let out another broken moan, breath stuttering as he struggled to steady himself.

And as if that still wasn’t enough, Gabe didn’t stop.

Instead, Gabe wrapped his mouth around Alex’s cock, taking him in eagerly while his hand continued stroking him in slow, practiced motions. The combination was overwhelming. Alex gasped, fingers digging into the sides of the bathtub as his hips jerked instinctively. A moment later, one of his hands slid into Gabe’s hair, gripping firmly and guiding his head.

"Oh fuck, Gabe—" Alex moaned, voice thick and strained. He swallowed hard, barely holding himself together. "Yeah... just like that. Suck it like that—"

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

The obscene sounds echoed softly in the bathroom, mixing with their heavy panting. The air felt thick—humid with steam, sweat, and the unmistakable scent of cum lingering between them.

Will I fuck him right now? Alex thought hazily, chest rising and falling as he fought for breath. We just confessed our feelings.

His grip in Gabe’s hair loosened slightly. Would he even allow me to?

The thought made his stomach twist.

To be honest... I’m not that eager, Alex admitted inwardly. I’m not just after the sex.

His gaze softened as he looked down at Gabe. I want your love. Your trust.

That realization hit him just as hard as the pleasure.

With a low, helpless groan, Alex came again, spilling into Gabe’s mouth. His cock twitched repeatedly as Gabe swallowed without hesitation, his throat working smoothly, deliberately.

Only when Alex was completely spent did Gabe lift his head.

Alex was still panting heavily, eyes dark and unfocused, his body slack against the tub.

"That was... so good," Alex murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder might shatter the moment.

"You taught me well," Gabe replied softly, a faint, knowing smile curving his lips.

Before Alex could answer, Gabe leaned in—and Alex met him halfway. Their lips pressed together in a deep kiss, slow and intimate. Alex tasted himself on Gabe’s tongue, the realization sending a shiver straight down his spine.

Almost unconsciously, Alex’s hand slid down between them. His fingers wrapped around Gabe’s cock, stroking slowly at first, then picking up pace.

"Oh—yeah—" Gabe moaned into the kiss, his voice breaking. "I’m cumming, Alex—"

Damn it, Gabe thought hazily as pleasure surged through him. Alex is really going to be the end of me.

"Fuck—" Gabe cried out as he came hard, spilling into the bathwater. His body trembled, knees weak as the release ripped through him.

But Alex didn’t give him time to recover.

Without hesitation, Alex leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Gabe’s cock, sucking him eagerly. The suddenness made Gabe gasp sharply.

"Oh—yeah—just like that—" Gabe moaned loudly, fingers threading into Alex’s hair as he guided him deeper. "Suck it... Daddy—"

He held Alex’s head, pushing just enough to make him choke slightly—but Alex didn’t pull away. He didn’t care. He took it, breathing through it, focused only on Gabe’s reactions.

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

"Fuck—" Gabe groaned, the pleasure building fast, sharper than before. "I’m—"

His body arched as he came again, spilling into Alex’s mouth. Alex swallowed everything, not stopping until Gabe was completely spent.

Finally, Alex pulled back and collapsed into the bathtub in front of him. They sat there, facing each other, both panting heavily for breath, chests rising and falling as the steam curled lazily around them.

"Do you feel good?" Alex asked softly, raising an eyebrow as he searched Gabe’s face.

I don’t, Gabe thought.

I don’t feel good either, Alex admitted inwardly. I know I’ll suffer for this tonight.

He swallowed hard. But at least we know the truth now.

"I don’t," Gabe said aloud at last.

Alex stilled.

"I still want you," Gabe added quietly, reaching out and tugging Alex closer, his voice low but certain.

"You still want me?" Alex asked, genuine curiosity flickering in his eyes. "Should we... continue?"

You’re tempting me, Gabe thought.

Instead of answering, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Alex’s, slow and deliberate.

"Just fuck me, Alex," Gabe finally said.

The words sent a shock straight down Alex’s spine, leaving him frozen in disbelief.