Wolf kicked off his shoes and sat on the edge of the bed to pull off his socks. Spencer sat beside him and, when Wolf was completely naked, pulled him close for another kiss. Something wild seemed to spark inside Wolf, and he gripped Spencer tight, his tongue everywhere: sliding into his mouth, drawing circles in his ear, licking each defined muscle of his stomach, poking into his belly button. Picking up on his abandon, Spencer wrapped an arm around Wolf’s neck and humped against him, desperate for the friction he craved.
“Come on, fuck me. I’m not going to last long if you don’t.”
It was true. His body buzzed as if electrified, and his balls ached. Every hair stood up on end, and the mere brush of Wolf’s fingers sent a shockwave through him, along with the wish to be taken and taken hard.
“I don’t have—”
“I do.” He scrambled away from Wolf to his bag, which sat open on the valet, and pulled out a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube. “Let me.”
Wolf watched him approach. “What’re you…ohhh.”
Another orgasm-inducing moan ripped from Wolf when Spencer took the crown of his rigid cock into his mouth. The smell of their sweat and Wolf’s cologne mixed with the taste of precome, and Spencer grew dizzy with the sweet desire pouring through him, richer than any wine they’d ever drunk. He licked around the smooth head, along the length of the pulsing vein to the root, then up again to suck gently on the tip. Breathing heavily, he forced himself not to suck Wolf off, because as much as he wanted to taste, he needed to have Wolf inside him.
Uncharacteristically, his fingers shook when he tore open the condom wrapper, and a crazy thought hit him:What would it feel like to take Wolf bare?
“What’s wrong?” Wolf’s strained voice broke into his musings.
“Not one damn thing.” Spencer rolled the condom over Wolf’s dick, loving how he shook beneath his touch. He laughed to himself—if he didn’t know better, he’d think the man was nervous. The lube felt slick and cool on his fingers, and after he slicked up Wolf, he lay down and reached for himself.
Wolf loomed over him, his shape large and dark. “Let me?”
Long fingers circled his rim, teasing the entrance before sliding inside him. Spencer sighed, opening his legs wider. “Harder. Wolfie, please, I need you.”
Wolf’s lips stretched over his teeth in a wicked grin. “I like hearing you beg me.”
“Bastard—oh God,” Spencer cried out when Wolf grew bolder and shoved two fingers into his passage, ruthlessly moving them in and out. “Wolf, please.”
Laughing, Wolf withdrew, leaving him open and needy but not for long. Wolf rubbed and teased the sensitive rim, then without warning pushed several inches inside him. The laughter faded from Wolf’s face, replaced by a wondrous expression.
“What…oh, God. Oh, my God.” Wolf rolled his hips, driving all the way in and resting his forehead against Spencer’s. “What have you done to me?”
“Nothing yet, because you need to move, dammit.”
Wolf gazed at him, an odd expression on his face, but instead of doing as asked, he touched Spencer’s face and closed the gap between them, hesitantly pressing their lips together. That sweetly romantic gesture opened something locked deep inside his chest, and Spencer reeled, unsure and uncertain for the first time in forever.
“I didn’t know,” Wolf murmured, glittering eyes boring into Spencer’s, hypnotic in their intensity. “I wish…” Faltering, his expression a palette of shifting emotions, Wolf took his mouth in a fierce, passionate kiss. Their tongues battled for control even as Wolf moved slowly inside him, and Spencer, buffeted by a host of unfamiliar emotions, slipped his arms around Wolf’s neck, yielding himself fully.
Wolf didn’t have sex like Spencer’s other lovers. There was no pretend-calling himloverorbaby. For Spencer, sex had always been about banging as quickly as possible to get off, with a whole lot of crying and shaking. Not so with Wolf. The man possessed him, thrusting hard, deep, and with deliberation, and Spencer could feel his every movement, could hear the hitch of his breath in the silence and watch the startled expression on his face that revealed more than any manufactured dramatic sound effect.
Sweat dripped from Wolf’s face to his, blurring his vision. He was caught in this moment where time seemed to stand still, yet he was flying into the sun. They were like wildfire together, burning down everything in their path until nothing remained but smoke and ash.
“Wolf,Wolf,”Spencer cried out, his hand clamped on his dick as he broke apart and came with a shocking ferocity that blew out of the water any lover Spencer had ever had.
Wolf sobbed out his release, holding Spencer in a grip so tight, he knew he’d carry bruises for days, but he didn’t care. Not when Wolf lay stretched out on top of him, quivering in the aftermath, skin slick with sweat, lips pressed to his neck, their hearts beating in tandem. The light-headedness faded, but he remained woozy from the pleasure soaking through him.
“Aren’t you the surprise.” His wits finally about him, Spencer hoped Wolf wouldn’t move quite yet. He liked the heavy body pinning him to the bed, and he ran his hands over the hard dips of Wolf’s muscled shoulders and arms, mapping them out to recall for dreams to come.
“Am I?” Wolf’s lips touched his ear, and Spencer shook. “How so?”
“Fishing for compliments?” Spencer teased. “You have to know that was incredible.”
Wolf slipped out of him and disposed of the condom, then returned to the bed. “It was…intense.”
Intensewas only a part of it.Mind-blowing…shocking…even those words didn’t adequately describe how sex with Wolf made him feel.
Spencer rolled over. “Are you staying? You’re not feeling awkward, are you?” He ran a finger down Wolf’s thigh, scratching the skin, watching his cock stir to semi-hardness. His heart fluttered at the possibility of…what, exactly? “I’ve always wondered about you.”
Those piercing eyes swept over him. “Have you? I-I didn’t know.” Wolf stretched out next to him, and all thoughts of sleep fled his mind at Wolf’s confused expression.
