What had he asked? Oh, right. Talking around the sensitive nub, I answered, “I was saying… I bet… I can make you… come at least… twice.”
I let my body become pliant, and he cradled me, supporting my head, seeming to try to work out words as I suckled one tit while holding the other.
“Why limit yourself?” he managed to grit out. “We’ve got the entire day.”
“Ugh,” I said, having completely forgotten my change in plans. “Holden stopped me before I left this morning and asked if I could watch Ru this afternoon.”
“Ser—Jesus, Ren—seriously?” His whine devolved into a moan as I continued to lash my tongue against the delicate skin. “Damn. I was looking forward to a little extra time with you.”
Me, too,I thought, even as I acknowledged that spending an entire day with him probably wasn’t the safest course of action. Instead of responding, however, I distracted him with my teeth.He let the subject drop in favor of reveling in the bliss of the moment.
We went on like that until I was ready for his weight on top of me again. Smacking his ass, I demanded, “Hump me. I want your cum all over me.”
He growled, throwing me against the mattress before landing on me with impressive control. “How about I comeinyou? Would you like that? Maybe we can get tested?—”
I’d stiffened at his suggestion, and he stopped talking, releasing me so he could roll to his side. I frowned and pulled him back on top of me so that I could hide my face in his chest.
“Ren?”
“I don’t think I could do that with anyone else,” I admitted, my words muffled.
He tapped the underside of my chin until I looked him in the eye. His smile was warm, and he winked at me. “No worries. Offer retracted.”
We held each other’s gaze for a moment, and I wondered if I’d hurt his feelings. His eyes never lost their kindness, though, so I rocked my hips as I smacked his side. “Keep rutting against me, big boy.”
“Mm,” he rumbled. “You’re too beautiful to resist. Even your cock is pretty.”
He emphasized this by thrusting his thick shaft against mine while gathering my wrists in one hand. Yanking them above my head, he pinned me to the mattress. He intensified his thrusts against my body, every bit a dirty beast. My face twisted with pleasure as his weight once again nearly cut off my oxygen.
Just the way I wanted it.
The pleasure in my body mixed with the ache in my chest, spilling out along all my nerve endings as a massive orgasm worked its way down my spine into my lower extremities. I cried out and came, slightly embarrassed as the wet heat spread between us.
My cum slicked the way, and he sped up, thrusting against my oversensitive cock, ripping a whine from my mouth. When he spilled between us, joining his seed with mine, I briefly thought about his offer to get tested.
Absolutely not, obviously.
Still, the ache in my chest demanded validation of our time together. Proof that this meant something, even if it was only one man helping another to work through grief.
I forced my thoughts to the present, hyperaware of how sweaty I’d become. I ran my hand through my hair and made a face. Major settled his weight on me just a bit more as he kissed me, unconcerned by my disarray.
Finally, we separated, and he dragged me with him into the shower. His bathroom was mostly white, with hanging green plants that gave the place a spa-like feel. I followed him into his enormous walk-in shower, the wall tiles a dark gray marble that matched the color of his bedroom. The water came out hot, no waiting.
“You look refreshed after all that humping,” I said, appreciatively running my hand through the wet fur on his belly. “Meanwhile, I’m a hot mess.”
“If this is your version of a mess, I don’t mind at all,” he said, palming my jaw. “God, I wish you could stay longer.”
I made agreeable noises, then let him kiss me under the steaming water for a while. I scrubbed him, and he scrubbed me. I wasn’t big on topping, but I enjoyed ass play, both giving and receiving. I had him pull one cheek to the side, and with soapy fingers, I worked over the sensitive skin.
Rubbing up and down, I glanced my tapered fingertips over his hole, teasing him. He set his forearms against the tile wall, leaning his weight on it and bowing his head.
“Fuck, I love this ass,” I said, grabbing a handful and shaking it. “Here, spread your legs a little more for me.”
He complied. When my fingertip breached him, he grunted, lowering an arm to stroke himself.
I pushed deeper, brushing against the nerve bundle. His cock started to revive.
“So delicate,” he said, his voice a deep rumble. “Funny how such a small thing can create such big sensations in me.”
