Jay laughed like the thought delighted him, the sound turning into another loud moan as Alexei lowered him slowly onto his cock.
God, he felt good. He always did, his body sucking Alexei in like he was born for it.
Jay moaned again. “Iamloud, aren’t I?”
“So loud, baby,” Alexei told him, the approval rich in his voice.
Jay settled down to the hilt with another happy sigh, wrapping his arms tightly around Alexei’s neck, letting his weight fall into him. His knees were wedged between Alexei’s hips and the roomy office chair’s sides, and he was clearly prepared to let Alexei do all the work.
He was fucking perfect.
Alexei lifted him by his slender hips, then dropped him down again, lower belly clenching hotly at the way Jay’s channel sucked him back inside.
Jay cried out in a broken wail. “Ohhh yes. Yes, Alexei. So good. More.More.”
Alexei gave him more. And itwasgood. It was perfect. The tight, hot fit of him, the way Jay went loose and pliant and letAlexei manhandle him to his heart’s content. His loud cries and his complete lack of shame in voicing them.
Sure, they could go to school. They could go to the fucking moon. Alexei didn’t care. Everything he wanted was right here in his arms.
He paused, ignoring Jay’s indignant whine at the interruption. Alexei cupped Jay’s chin, kissing him softly as he fondled that perfect, pert ass. “Did you miss me, baby?”
Jay nodded, giving Alexei a much filthier kiss in return. “I always miss you when we’re not together,” he said when he finally pulled back. He sighed and buried his face in Alexei’s neck, rocking lazily in Alexei’s lap, less as an attempt to finally get off and more like he couldn’t help himself. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” he murmured into Alexei’s skin. “Missing each other throughout the day because we love each other so much?”
Alexei’s heart clenched. He was the luckiest son of a bitch who’d ever lived, wasn’t he?
He gathered his mate to him as tightly as he could. He kissed Jay’s messy hair, bucking his hips again, determined to give Jay exactly what he wanted. “So nice, kitten. The fucking nicest.”
WOLFGANG AND ERIC
THANKSGIVING PREP
Eric
Eric woke up to a gentle rocking. It was almost soothing, like being on a boat in open water.
Except his dick was hard, there was something sticky sliding between his thighs, and a firm hand was on his hip, holding him still against the steady motion.
Wolfe.
It was Wolfe’s hand on Eric’s hip, Wolfe’s cock between Eric’s thighs, Wolfe’s rocking that had woken Eric in the first place.
Eric curled his lips into a sleepy grin, knowing Wolfe wouldn’t be able to see it, the way Eric was lying on his side, Wolfe’s body a solid warmth at his back. They’d talked about this—Wolfe’s right to use Eric even when he wasn’t awake to fully experience it—although they hadn’t had much opportunity to pursue it, with how little they both needed sleep.
He’d barely moved, but of course Wolfe seemed to know he was awake anyway.
“You make the most delicious noises when I open you up in your sleep, pet,” he murmured. “Did you know?”
His hand trailed from Eric’s hip to brush over his cock.
Eric was fully hard already. Which begged the question, how long had Wolfe been toying with him while he slept?
Eric cleared his throat. “How would I know—?”
“Hush,” Wolfe reprimanded, never mind that he’d been the one to ask the question. “No more talking. I’m occupied.”
He withdrew his cock from Eric’s thighs—Eric’slubedthighs, he realized—and then the blunt head was prodding at Eric’s entrance. He was still loose and relaxed from sleep and whatever prep Wolfe had already done, and Wolfe slid into him easily with a satisfied grunt.
Oh, that was nice.
