“Yeah,” John moaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “Just… stretch me first. I’ve never taken anything that big before.”
“I will,” Carter promised. He let go of John’s inner thighs and stepped away, making John open his eyes and lift his head in frustration. He didn’t want Carter to stop touching him.
The sight that greeted him had his frustration melting away. Carter was shrugging off his leather jacket, letting it fall to the floor in a careless heap, followed closely by his shirt and jeans. John watched with rapt attention as Carter’s muscular body was revealed, mouth watering at the sight of all that muscle. Carter’s chest, abs and thighs were covered in a layer of fine black hairs, and John wanted nothing more than to run his hands through it as he groped and appreciated the muscles beneath.
“Do you like my body?” Carter asked, jerking John out of his lusty imaginings. He lifted his arms and flexed his biceps, exposing his pits and making John’s mouth water. Carter’s biceps were impressive when seen through his jacket, but like this they were downright awe-inspiring.
“I love it. Can I…” John couldn’t make himself finish the request.
“Yeah?” Carter asked, stepping between John’s legs and leaning over him. He loomed, huge and powerful, and John couldn’t resist reaching up and letting his hands rest against Carter’s chest.
The fine hairs were just as soft as John had imagined, and the muscles of his pecs were like rocks.
“You’re so hot,” John mumbled.
“Kiss it,” Carter grunted, leaning down all the way until his powerful pectoral muscles were pressing right into John’s face. The werewolf reached down and cradled John’s head between his hands, holding him in place. John instantly started kissing his way into the cleft between Carter’s pecs, tasting his salty skin and rubbing his face against the hard muscle.
“Oh, you’re fucking greedy for it, aren’t you,” Carter said, sounding very pleased. John mumbled his agreement, seeking out Carter’s right nipple and biting down gently.
“Fuck!” Carter growled, pushing himself down against John’s face even harder. John’s face was squished under the pressure of Carter’s massive upper body, but though it was uncomfortable in the extreme he loved every second of it.
“Eat my pit,” Carter growled, shifting his body and lifting his arm, reaching down to cradle the back of John’s head in one big paw and pushing him up into his pit.
John froze. Kissing Carter’s chest was one thing, but having his face shoved into his armpit was another. Carter’s pit was wet with sweat, short black hairs brushing against John’s mouth and cheek, and the scent was overwhelming. Not bad, exactly, but intense in a way John hadn’t experienced before.
“Lick it,” Carter grunted, the hand on the back of John’s head mashing him into the damp space.
John tentatively stuck out his tongue, the taste of Carter’s sweat exploding on his tongue. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Or rather, that Carter was making him do it.
“That’s it, get in there,” Carter growled, making no move to lessen the pressure on the back of John’s head.
John’s cock was rock hard, and John decided to not think too hard and just enjoy himself. He was being thoroughly dominated by a fuckingwerewolf, and he wasn’t going to let a little squeamishness get in the way of the experience.
Licking for everything that he was worth, John was getting dizzy from lack of oxygen by the time Carter released him from his pit. He gasped for breath, a moan escaping him when Carter started kissing his way down John’s chest and over his abs. The feel of Carter’s short beard rubbing against his skin was driving John wild, and he reached down and curled his fists in Carter’s dark hair.
Carter didn’t seem to mind having John tugging on his locks, his mouth moving down to John’s groin with a series of wet kisses and licks, bypassing his cock and moving right into his taint and ass.
John bucked when Carter’s tongue pushed into his hole. The werewolf had both hands on John’s ass, holding his cheeks open, and he was eating John out like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. John let go of Carter’s hair and brought his hands up to hold onto the sling instead, his eyes clenched shut in pleasure.
He’d never had anyone rim him like this before—like they were in love with his hole—and he never wanted it to stop. Carter’s beard rubbed the skin of his inner thighs and ass raw, his tongue stabbing into him, and the feel of his strong hands clutching and kneading his ass was amazing.
Cold air suddenly hit John’s ass, Carter leaning back, and John let out a whine of displeasure. He heard Carter gather up another wad of spit in his mouth, and the next thing he knew he felt wetness hitting his hole. The wetness was immediately followed by Carter’s finger, and before John could process what was happening two thick fingers were pushing into his hole.
“Ugh,” John grunted, Carter’s thick fingers making his rim burn. Their sheer size made John feel more like he was getting fucked than fingered, and when Carter started scissoring him open he let out a cry of pained pleasure.
The feeling was intense.
Something wet and distinctly cold landed next to John’s cock, and when he looked down he saw Carter holding a bottle of lube and pouring it over his finger. The slick lube ran down over John’s taint, reaching Carter’s finger where the werewolf started working it into his ass.
The lube made the burn of Carter’s fingers more bearable, and John groaned. His shaft was lying hot and hard against his abs, bobbing up each time it throbbed, and John’s hands were itching to reach down and jerk himself off.
“You’ve got a tight ass,” Carter commented, working a third finger inside. John closed his eyes at the blinding stretch; a jolt running through him when Carter angled his fingers up and started massaging his prostate.
Holy fuck that was intense.
“I want to see you come just from this,” Carter said darkly, working John’s prostate relentlessly. “Just from my fucking fingers in your hole.”
John’s cock was twitching like crazy, his balls pulled up tight in their sac, feeling like they were going to blow any second. Then Carter leaned in and put his mouth on John’s inner thigh, mouth open and tongue lavishing the sensitive skin with spit, beard rubbing him red, and bit down.
