“Christ,” Drew hissed. “Jesus Christ.”
Lindsay repeated the movement and though Drew’s eyes were wide and shocked now, his body knew what it wanted, hips arching up for more contact, cock sliding against Lindsay’s own shaft and nudging at his tender balls.
“God in heaven—” Drew muttered. “Tell me what to do.”
“Touch me,” Lindsay gasped. He wondered if Drew would comply or if it would be too much for him, to willingly touch another man. He needn’t have worried. Drew’s big hands closed on his hips, pulling him closer, pressing him hard against the thick pole of Drew’s cock as Drew’s hips arched again. His blue-grey eyes blazed and Lindsay could see that, despite his lack of experience, he wanted to take control of this. His fingers on Lindsay's hips gripped so hard they’d likely leave bruises.
How many years of wanting, of pent-up desire, had led Drew to this moment?
Lindsay rocked his hips within Drew's grip.
“Does that feel good?” he whispered, and Drew nodded tightly.
“This is even better,” Lindsay promised, and slid his body down till he was lying on top of Drew, their bare chests pressed together.
“Open your legs,” he murmured, and Drew did, parting his thighs so that when Lindsay thrust, his weeping cock daubed Drew's shaft with sticky fluid, and the swollen heads rubbed together. Drew gasped at the sensation, pulling Lindsay so close their noses brushed and their breaths mingled in an almost-kiss.
Lindsay undulated his hips again, and again, sliding his cock against Drew’s. “There’s nothing else like this,” he breathed against Drew’s lips. “Man to man. Prick to prick.”
Drew moaned and arched up to meet the next thrust, chasing more of those hard velvet strokes, more friction.
God, his scent. Lindsay was infatuated with it. He closed his eyes, letting his head drop to Drew’s shoulder, inhaling deeply as he pressed closer, nuzzling into the side of Drew’s neck to rub his face there.
Drew's hands moved down Lindsay's sides, curving over his buttocks, urging him ever closer, as though he wanted to fuse their bodies into one.
They fell into a grinding rhythm, thrusting in counterpoint, the friction only slightly eased by the drops of fluid that wept from their cocks.
Drew's scent was making Lindsay's head swim. The taste of his skin was on Lindsay tongue and his constant moans of pleasure were the best music.
Abruptly, Drew flipped Lindsay over, turning him onto his back so quickly he gave a softOoofof surprise. And then Drew was the one on top. Drew's weight pressing him down as Lindsay spread his thighs. Drew thrusting while Lindsay arched up, begging for more.
It was disconcerting to be so soundly bested. So firmly controlled. Lindsay shouldn't have liked it. Not one bit.
But he did.
He liked—no,loved—Drew's weight on him. Drew's face pressed into his neck, his lips hungrily tracing Lindsay's skin. The demanding thrusts of his hips and the slide and catch of their hard, sensitive cocks. And God, but he loved Drew's passion, the helpless, roaring rise of it.
“Christ,” Drew gasped against Lindsay's throat. “Christ,Lindsay.”
Holding Drew with one arm, Lindsay thrust the other between their bodies, taking hold of both their shafts in one hand. Drew gasped at the new sensation, lifting his head to look down at Lindsay with astonishment before closing his eyes in ecstasy when Lindsay stroked them together.
“Yes,yes...”
Lindsay stared at him, entranced. There was no trace of the grim Drew Nicol on this man's face. This man was utterly immersed in the pleasure Lindsay was giving him, his habitually stern countenance softened by wonder. And Christ, but Lindsay's heart seemed to swell, just seeing that. A hot fullness in his chest that was far too powerful for a brief and purely physical liaison.
This could not end well. He knew it, even as he revelled in the moment. In his own pleasure and the deeper joy of giving Drew pleasure. In his wolf's strutting satisfaction.
“Let me do it,” Drew whispered, reaching down to nudge Lindsay's hand aside. Sensing Drew’s need for control, Lindsay ceded to him, arching his prick into Drew's fumbling grasp with a quiet moan. Drew's hand was big, his long fingers circling them both easily, and if his movements were clumsy, his eager need and infectious pleasure more than made up for any lack of skill.
Quickly, he fell into a building rhythm, squeezing and stroking, grinding his hips, his choppy breaths damp against Lindsay's neck.
Lindsay was in a fire of need and peaking desire, urging Drew on with panting encouragement as he tried to hold back his own imminent climax for just a few moments more. And then Drew was there. Lindsay felt it in the stiffening of his body, the tightening of his grip. Drew lifted his head and stared down at Lindsay as he—as both of them—began to come, eyes going wide, then rolling back in his head and closing as the spend jetted out of him onto Lindsay’s belly.
Lindsay watched Drew climax, even as his own come spurted, fighting to keep his eyes open, to miss nothing. Why that was so important to him, he couldn't have said, only that it was, and that it filled him with primal satisfaction to have Drew's seed on his body, physically marking him.
Drew dropped his head to Lindsay's shoulder, his body slack now, all tension leaked away. Lindsay held him, breathing in his scent, an unfamiliar sense of peace filling him as his wolf rumbled its contentment.
It couldn't last, and it didn't. After a little time, Drew lifted up, tugging himself free. Lindsay let him go, letting his arms fall to the mattress as Drew rolled away from him.
