“You didn’t come in your ass,” I said, pushing a finger in, working his cum inside. I settled on his back, pressing my nose into his long hair and inhaling again. I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Practically.”
“You’re just lube for me to come in your ass,” I said. I ground my hips against him, then reached down, tugging my sweatpants down. When the bare skin of my cock touched him, I shuddered in anticipation.
“I knew you were fucking lying about waiting,” Baz laughed.
“Wasn’t lying, changed my mind.” I pressed my hips forward, sliding between his cheeks.
“Shit, you’re serious,” he rasped. The van hit a pothole, and we bounced on the mattress. “What time is it?” He clawed at his jacket, trying to look at the clock face of his watch. I grabbed his arm and snatched it off him. Then I shoved the watch into my pocket.
“There’s enough time.” Honestly, at this moment, I didn’t care how much time was left. I inhaled his scent. I felt delirious—dizzy and sweating and so hungry to fuck him that I didn’t care if I died doing it.
“Let me look at the time,” he snapped. I gripped my cock and pushed the head against his hole.
“Fuck,” he rasped, breathing heavy. His gloved hands gave the mattress a death grip. I pushed my hand between the mattress and him, gripping his spent cock.
“Be a good boy and relax,” I growled, pressing against his entrance. His cock started to harden in my hand. Baz wasn’t particularly picky with his kinks. He liked getting off, and given the choice, he liked it rough. He seemed to enjoy any good porn-inspired scenario … which reminded me.
“Be a good older step-brother and let me fuck your ass,” I said.
“Fuck,” he hissed. His cock fully hardened in my hand. I ground my teeth and pushed. His breath was heavy, and his shoulders were tense as I slid further in. I’d waited years for this—a decade. Wanting, needing, and being denied again and again. I slid in further, and his cock jerked in my hand.
When Baz rejected me all those years ago, I thought I’d never get a chance to have this. I spent my puberty jacking off to daydreams of what this would be like. The look of him pinned beneath me, the grip of him on my cock. But this was better than anything I could have dreamed up.
This was as good as fucking Bree. The same feeling of utter satisfaction relaxing every muscle in my body. I melted on top of him, my thoughts bleeding out from my mind. There was nowhere else in the world I needed to be. Nothing else I needed to do but this.
I grabbed his jaw and turned his face to the side, wanting to see his profile as I fucked him into the mattress.
“Fuck,” he panted, his hair a mess—green strands everywhere. His eyes were closed, heavy breath coming from parted lips. A slight flush of green was on his cheek. God, I’d done that. I pulled my hips back and thrust back in. He sucked in a breath, fingers clawing at the mattress. I could feel the warm wetness of his cum, slicking up my cock.
“You feel so good, stepbro,” I groaned, working my way in and out. He loosened, his face flushing even more green.
“You sick fuck,” I chuckled. When I began to jerk him off, he lifted his hips, giving my hand more space. But it felt like he was pushing his ass out, begging to be fucked harder.
“Baz,” I groaned, working in and out.
“You ever fucked a man before?” He asked.
“No.” I panted into his ear.
“Thank me,” Baz demanded, making me lose any sense of rhythm. Also, the van swerved.
“What the hell,” I growled.
“This is very distracting,” Orson said as an explanation up front. He cleared his throat. “Go on.” I rolled my eyes. Baz’s ass tightened around my cock, bringing a choked sound from my throat.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“Thank you for letting me fuck you,” I rasped. He smirked, face half smashed into the mattress beneath me. I saw the tip of his forked tongue snake out across his lips. I began fucking him hard; my body covering his, pressing him into the mattress. My hand up and down his cock in time with my thrusts.
“Keep thanking me,” he rasped.
I’m a genetically modified werewolf. A monster. Master of all and servant to none… but I kept thanking him as I pumped in and out, over and over, groaningthank youinto his ear.
Baz groaned, and it felt like an electric current up my spine. The instinct to mark him took me over, burning out every other thought. The base of my cock started to swell.
I was going to come. My teeth ground together as I attempted to fight the urge, but as the first cresting ecstasy of an orgasm hit me, I couldn’t stop myself—I didn’t want to.
