“Hands by your side,” Carter commanded, using his crop to push John’s hands away from where they were trying to cover up his cock. Blushing furiously, John let his hands fall by his sides. His hands were clenched into sweaty fists, and he felt vulnerable like he never had before.
“That’s good. Now spread your legs and lift your hands behind your head. I want to see what I’m dealing with.” Carter’s voice was dark and satisfied, his eyes taking in John’s naked body with obvious pleasure.
It was weird to be standing naked in front of Carter while the werewolf was fully dressed, and weirder still to put himself on display like this, but there was no hiding how hard and eager his cock was.
“You’re so turned on you can’t even think straight,” Carter said, reaching out and cradling john’s chin in his hand. John closed his eyes and waited for the werewolf’s thumb to graze his lips, eager to feel the thick digit pressing inside of him, wanting to be invaded and claimed.
But Carter didn’t touch John’s lips. Instead, John gasped in pleasure when Carter’s hand moved down, brushing over his throat and down his chest, stopping at his nipple. The werewolf pinched the pert nub between his fingers, rolling it gently between his oversized fingers and tugging on it gently.
It felt like there was an electric wire connecting John’s nipple to his cock, and with each tug and pinch he felt a sizzle of pleasure spread through his body. John had always had sensitive nipples, but this feeling was completely new.
Carter’s free hand reached up to capture John’s other nipple, and then without warning he squeezed his fingers together hard and made John cry out in pain. It hurt like John couldn’t believe. The pleasure was sharp and instant, John’s whole world narrowing down to his chest, followed immediately by a burst of pleasure that had John careening toward the edge of orgasm.
Reaching up, John grabbed Carter’s wrists—hands too small to close around them—and held on tight. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to push him away or keep him there, all he knew was that he was feeling overwhelmed in the best way possible.
“Beautiful,” Carter said, his voice like gravel. He spread his hands out over John’s pectorals, thumbs rubbing over the sore nipples he’d just abused. “You look so good right now. The things I want to do to you…”
John blinked, looking up at Carter in a daze. The werewolf’s eyes were on John’s chest, leaving John free to study his face without having to feel self-conscious about it.
It was unfair how handsome he was.
“What are you looking at?” Carter asked, startling him. The werewolf was looking right at him, watching him staring up at him like a weirdo. John blushed and tried to duck his head, but Carter grabbed his jaw and forced him to keep looking up. Carter grinned. “I like it when you look at me like that. It makes me feel so fucking hot. Here,feel.”
John gasped when Carter reached down and grabbed his hand, placing it right over the bulge in his jeans. He could feel Carter’s cock through the denim, massive and hard, and for a second John’s brain short-circuited.
“See how hard you make me?” Carter growled. His hand covered John’s, holding it trapped over his cock, and he moved it up and down over the length of his bulge with firm movements.
John nodded, cupping his palm to hold Carter’s member through his jeans.
“Good.” Carter dropped John’s hand and reached under his arms, and before John knew what was happening he was being lifted up and backed up against the wall next to the swing. Carter brought their mouths together in a crushing kiss that stole the air right out of his lungs. It was scorching, and the fact that Carter was able to hold him up like he weighed nothing only made it that much better.
“You smell so good,” Carter mumbled into John’s mouth, his voice ragged. He stuck out his tongue and licked over John’s lips, grinding his erection into John’s thigh, before he unexpectedly reared back and hocked a wad of spit right in John’s face. It landed between his eyes, and John’s mind froze in shock.
What the hell?
Before John could decide if he liked having Carter’s saliva running down the side of his nose, or if he was disgusted, Carter was kissing him again.
John forgot all about the spit, Carter’s tongue pushing into his mouth like a dominating battering ram. The werewolf was an intense kisser, and it was all John could do to hang on for the ride.
An indeterminate amount of time later, John’s lips were sore and his cock was leaking up a storm. The front of Carter’s shirt was soaked, John grinding into him like his life depended on it, and John was so close to coming his balls actually hurt.
Carter stepped away, John dangling from his outstretched hands, and took a deep breath. John watched him through hooded eyes, wondering what the werewolf was thinking. He looked a little crazed, and John wondered if he was going to spit on him again.
He still wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
“I want to fuck you,” Carter said, his chest heaving. He was still wearing his leather jacket, and it must have been warm because sweat was running down his forehead.
He looked sexy as hell.
“I want you to fuck me, too,” John said, his hole clenching at just the thought of taking Carter’s monster cock. Carter bared his teeth in a snarl, and before John knew it he was being bodily lifted away and thrown into the sling hanging from the ceiling. The sling rocked back, John’s momentum catapulting it away, but Carter grabbed a hold of it and yanked it back before it completed the movement.
John let out a laugh, yelping when Carter grabbed his legs and spread them wide, expertly securing them in a pair of wide leather cuffs attached to the chains holding the sling up.
John looked up at Carter with wide eyes. His inner thighs burned with the stretch the werewolf had forced them into, and his throbbing cock lay hard and needy against his stomach. John wanted to touch himself, but something about the situation had him holding back.
He didn’t want to jerk himself off without permission.
“Good?” Carter asked, sliding his meaty hands up John’s thighs until he was framing his cock. The massive man’s thumbs spread John’s ass apart, exposing his hole and making it clench in anticipation.
