“Then you should have objected long ago,” Wolfe said easily.
Eric let out a shocked laugh. “You take a lot of naked photos of me?”
“You hadn’t noticed?” Wolfe paused, peering at Eric over his phone. “Doyou object?”
Eric shrugged. “Go for it.” He took the opportunity to look up at the stars, noticing absently that his cock was hardening, just from the knowledge that Wolfe was watching him. “Is this why you agreed to this? So you could stage me like some sort of art installation.”
“Yes.” There wasn’t a bit of shame in Wolfe’s response. “And because, if I refused, you’d go without me.”
Eric tilted his chin to see him swiping through some of the photos he’d taken.
“I may have a painting commissioned.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re stunning.”
Eric laughed, loose and happy. Jay was right: this was the best night ever. He had real friends. He had a belly full of tequila. He had his strange, obsessive mate. What more could a guy ask for?
“Onto your stomach, pet.”
Eric turned, resting his head on his folded arms, drawing a knee up to get comfortable. Wolfe could take as many pictures as he liked; it wasn’t like the possessive bastard was ever actually going to let anyone else see them.
He lay there for some minutes, relaxed and content. He startled when he felt hands on his ass, separating his cheeks. The warm wetness of a tongue followed, a long stripe down his cleft. “Oh fuck.”
Wolfe hummed against his skin. “Do you think you can keep your moans quiet, darling?”
“Youlikewhen I’m loud,” Eric grumbled, widening his legs.
But he did his best to keep quiet, muffling his whimpers and moans in his folded arms as Wolfe opened him up with his tongue. He was a writhing mess by the time Wolfe slid into him, and this time a moan did escape, low and tremulous. “Fuck.”
Wolfe’s arms came down to bracket Eric’s head, and he began to fuck him in slow, rolling thrusts, completely unhurried.
It was torture. It was heaven. It was perfect.
“I love you,” Eric murmured on a gasp.
Wolfe paused his rhythm, and then he was turning Eric’s head to capture his mouth, plunging his tongue in and staking his claim. When he broke the kiss, amusement shone in his eyes. “It’s usually after sex when you get sentimental, pet.”
Eric pushed up with his hips, urging Wolfe to move again. “That’s because you’re usually such an animal I can’t get a thought through my brain.”
Wolfe held him still with a hand to his back. “Am I boring you with my pace?”
“No. This is perfect.” Eric caught his gaze. “I could come just like this.”
“Could you now?” A flash of red gleamed in Wolfe’s eyes.
Oh yeah. Eric knew that would do it. “Only if you move again,” he urged, letting a hint of a whine into his voice, pushing his hips back again.
Wolfe bit at his shoulder in censure, but then those rolling thrusts began again. Eric sank into the pleasure, and the build to his orgasm was just as sweet and lazy as the rest of it, a tingling that started in the base of his spine and spread throughout his body.
“Oh fuck. I am. I’m going to come like this,” he whispered, doing his best to keep his voice down.
“Yes,” Wolfe hissed, methodically hitting that same sweet spot with every thrust. “Let me feel you clench around my cock, pet. I’ll fill you up. You need it, don’t you?”
Eric bit at his own arm as he came, fighting the urge to cry out as Wolfe picked up the pace immediately afterward, driving himself to his own finish.
“We ruined your picnic blanket,” Eric mused some minutes later, after Wolfe had tended to cleaning him up.
