John looked around Carter’s apartment, feeling both intimidated and impressed. It was huge, taking up a quarter of the fourth highest floor of the high-rise it was located in, and John had never felt more like a country bumpkin.
Not in a million years would he be able to afford a place like this.
“Can I take your coat?” Carter asked, shrugging off his own fancy overcoat and hanging it in the closet. John stared at him, admiring the way the cut of his suit emphasized his wide shoulders and narrow waist, the question taking a second to register. When he looked up Carter had a patient expression on his face. Carter looked pointedly down at John’s jacket, and John hurried to take it off and hand it over.
“So this is a nice place,” John said, looking up at the ceiling and marveling at how high it was. Carter was leading him out of the outer hallway and into a huge living room, dominated by a wall that was nothing but floor to ceiling windows looking out over the city skyline.
It was stunning.
“I like it,” Carter said. “And it’s a good investment, as long as property prices keep heading up the way they have been the past few years.”
John was surprised that Carter actually owned the apartment, though he didn’t know why.
“So do you spend a lot of time here?” John asked. The apartment looked lived in, with abstract art hanging on the walls and furniture that obviously wasn’t picked out by a decorator.
“Enough,” Carter said, unbuttoning his suit jacket and throwing it over the back of the armchair next to the couch. He rolled up his sleeves and loosened his tie, and John couldn’t help but stare. Carter was just sohandsome. Everything from his masculine face to the hairs on the back of his forearms was making John week in the knees.
John didn’t realize that he was just standing there staring at Carter like a voyeur until the werewolf crossed his arms and cleared his throat. John jumped, blushing furiously at how thoroughly distracted he’d been. Carter hadn’t said something, had he?
“Take your clothes off,” Carter said, his voice firm and commanding. The way he spoke—like disobedience wasn’t even a possibility—made John’s balls tighten. He could feel it all the way into his gut, like a pull that made his lower belly feel hot and tingly.
John kicked off his boots and took off his socks, and then removed his shirt, pants and underwear. He folded everything haphazardly and put the bundle next to his boots, forcing himself not to cover his erection as he rose back to his feet.
Carter stared at him, licking his lips and tilting his head as he took a step closer. John’s eyes zeroed in on the massive bulge pressing hard against Carter’s thigh, his whole being itching to get on his knees so that he could press his face into the bulge and nuzzle it.
“On your knees,” Carter ordered, long legs carrying him forward. John sank to his knees and looked up as Carter came to a stop in front of him. Carter’s thick thighs, magnificent bulge and towering frame filled John’s vision, making him feel small and vulnerable in the best possible way.
Carter reached down and stroked his fingers through John’s hair, the caress soft and making his spine tingle, catching him off guard when the fingers tightened and yanked his head back.
“You look good on your knees,” Carter said, looking down into John’s eyes. He leaned forward so that his crotch came to rest over John’s mouth, the bulge of his cock pressing hot and hard against his cheek. John could have turned his face to mouth at it, but Carter was holding him too tight.
Breathing in the scent of Carter’s crotch, musky and masculine through the soft fabric of his wool pants, John closed his eyes and surrendered to the experience. It felt good to just sit there, Carter holding him in an unmerciful grip, being on his knees between Carter’s legs where he belonged.
“On your back,” Carter said, and before John could brace himself the werewolf gave him a shove that had him tumbling onto his side. John whined at the loss of Carter’s bulge in his face. Grinning, Carter stepped over him and nudged him with the tip of his shoe; guiding him until he was flat on his back with Carter’s big feet positioned on either side of his chest.
“How do you feel?” Carter asked, unzipping his fly and lifting out his massive cock. The hard shaft bounced free, pointing down at John’s face like a missile. A glistening string of pre-cum was already dangling down over John’s face, and John angled his head so that it would land over his mouth. He licked his lips and waited.
“Well?” Carter asked, making him blink up past the massive cock filling his vision to look at Carter’s face. Oh, right. The question.
“Small,” he answered, breathing fast. “So good.”
“And what do you want?” Carter moved his cock in a little circle, making the string of pre-cum spiral.
“I want you,” John moaned, hands reaching out to clutch Carter’s ankles. Even that part of the werewolf was thick and strong.
“This part of me?” Carter asked, bouncing his cock. The string of pre-cum fell away from his slit and landed in a puddle on John’s face. John moaned, closing his eyes and arching his face up.
“Every part of you,” John said, his cock throbbing hot where it lay flush against his abs.
“We’ll start with this one,” Carter said. His voice was low and intent. John opened his eyes in time to see Carter lower himself to his knees and land on his chest, his cock slapping down on John’s face as he let his weight settle on John’s body.
Carter pushed the length of his cock flat down on John’s face, grinding it into his cheek and nose, rutting it back and forth as John stuck out his tongue and started licking. The weight of the massive werewolf was like a boulder, and breathing in was a struggle, but John couldn’t have cared less.
“Stick that tongue out,” Carter grunted, scooting forward so that his balls spilled over John’s mouth. “Lick my balls, John. Get them nice and wet.”
John was only too happy to oblige. He opened his mouth wide and sucked on Carter’s huge low-hangers, lapping at each orb with his tongue as Carter shifted them back and forth over his face. The taste of salty sweat and skin was intense and musky, and John couldn’t help but reach down and start jerking himself off.
Carter grabbed his arms and roughly pinned them over his head, lifting his balls up and grabbing John’s jaw in a viselike grip.
