As soon as his orgasm ceased, Shane’s heavy body crashed over mine, his left hand resting on the floor to help support his weight. Instantly, his rhythm shifted and became faster, no longer fully withdrawing but shoving deeper with every thrust. His sweat-soaked chest hair scratched against my back. His rasping breath hot against my ear. “Can you take another load?”
At his words, I grasped my cock, suddenly grateful he was helping to support his weight. “Fuck yes. Give it to me.”
I came again within seconds, but he continued thrusting, each motion stretching me further, his cock seeming to go ever deeper.
My hand slipped against the concrete floor, sweat and cum making finding a secure spot impossible.
Shane never stopped his pounding, only readjusting his body to take hold of my hips again. I supported myself on one elbow as I continued to stroke my cock.
This new position allowed him to go deeper than I’d ever experienced. He used his fierce grip to control my body, making us find an alternating rhythm. Slamming me onto his cock as he surged forward.
The sound of our cries and the wet slap of our bodies against each other filled my ears. Just when I was about to let go of my dick so I wouldn’t shoot again, Shane held his position deep inside of me for a brief second. “Take it, Brett. Take my load.”
At his words, I gave my cock one final pump and shot over the floor again as his thrusts filled me with more of his cum.
Thirty
BRETT WRIGHT
“I stillthink it’s a strange choice if werewolves really don’t like water.”
Shane yawned and stretched his beautiful body. “Why? Unless there’s a tidal wave or something, it’s not like I’m gonna get wet.”
I turned my attention from him, back to the picture window that looked out over the ocean. Already my skin was aching from being on land so long. I couldn’t imagine how I had ever managed when I was growing up.
The window was the one adornment in Shane’s place. Everything else that took up space in the one-room house was only to meet basic needs. A tiny bathroom was adjacent to the kitchen. No pictures on the walls. No extra furniture. Only the oven-stove combo, sink, fridge, and bed. Even the bed was nothing more than a mattress set on a metal bed frame. A pile of neatly folded clothes lay next to the bathroom door. That was it. The concrete walls were a deep tan, the floor and ceiling both the natural cement gray. The space was spotlessly clean.
The sparseness of the surroundings made the view of the ocean, framed by the jungle’s vegetation, even more captivating.
I turned back to him, grinning, and motioned toward the bathroom. “At least you still bathe.”
“Only when I have a hot guy in there with me.”
His expression made me want to get back out of bed and return to the shower to relive a few of the choice moments we’d had a couple of hours ago.
Shane let out another yawn.
“I’m sorry I kept you up most of the night.”
He rolled his eyes. “No, you’re not. At least you’d better not be.”
He was right. The part of me I’d been suffocating for the past many months felt like it had finally been able to breathe.
I knew I was going to return. Knew I’d found my home with the mers. Found the family I was meant to be a part of. Return as long as the Royals didn’t prove my immortality theory to be flawed. Even as I was ready to return to the ocean immediately, I knew I was going to have to do something about the whole gay thing. I couldn’t suppress it forever. No wonder I’d been moody and on edge so much of the time. Not that I hadn’t had enough reasons, or that I hadn’t always been moody. But still, no sex? Wasn’t helping. Maybe I could come to land every few weeks and get that particular need met.
The thought was revolting. Living a double life. I’d already done that. Plus, every few weeks was not going to cut it.
“What are you thinking?”
I looked back over at Shane. “Sorry, a lot on my mind.”
He readjusted on the bed, turning toward me. “That makes sense. You’re planning on meeting with the Royals today. That’s kinda huge.”
My gaze flicked to where his cock had flopped over as he’d shifted, the weight of it causing it to hang across his leg and rest on the white sheets. I forced my gaze back to his face.
He grinned, knowingly.
“Yeah. I guess I should get going, really. I found out where they are a lot quicker than I was afraid I would, thanks to you, but I shouldn’t take any more time than I need to. There are too many others depending on it.” In the light of day, Wrell and Nalu were pressing themselves upon my mind. Already I was feeling guilty for having such great sex so soon after their passing.
