John decided not to dwell on that. If Carter could use him for sex, then John could do the same in return. He’d just think of Carter like… an experience. Like going to Disney World. It was awesome and fun, but you couldn’tlivethere.
“Miss me?”
John looked up at the sound of Carter’s dark voice, his cock throbbing at the sight of him. Carter had ditched his pants and was now naked, clutching a bottle of olive oil in his hand. He threw the bottle down on the bed, but instead of using it he jumped up on the mattress and moved up to kneel right above John’s head.
“Hello,” Carter said, looking down at him. John stared up at the vast slabs of muscle, huge balls and massive cock that towered above him, his mouth watering.
“Hello,” he replied.
“I know you said last time that you didn’t like pain,” Carter said, and John felt a frisson of apprehension. Carter stroked his cock, one hand coming down to trace the edge of John’s jaw. The gentle touch soothed him, and he looked up and waited for Carter to continue speaking.
“Yes?” he prompted when Carter just stared down at him, absentmindedly petting him.
“You seem to like it when I play with your nipples.” Carter reached down and rubbed the pad of his index finger over John’s right nub. “Are you okay with having them pinched and twisted a little, or should I just be nice to them?”
John took a shuddering breath. When Carter played with his nipples it felt like they were connected to his cock with an electric wire. It was very different from the impact of a palm against his ass—pleasurable despite the pain.
“How hard would you twist and pinch them?” John asked, breath catching at the wolfish grin his question got him.
“Let me show you,” Carter said, dropping his cock and reaching down to grab each of John’s nipples between his fingers. At first his touch was light, twisting them gently, but then he clamped down and pulled and John let out a scream.
It hurt like a bitch, but his balls pulled up and John could tell that one more twist would catapult him over the edge and make him come. The pain was a mix of agony and ecstasy that John’s brain had a tough time making sense of.
His cock, on the other hand, was on board one hundred percent.
“Do it again,” he said, gritting his teeth and tensing his thighs as he waited for Carter to obey the command.
Nothing happened. John, realizing he’d been clenching his eyes shut and holding his breath, opened his eyes and breathed out slowly. He looked up at Carter with a confused expression.
“Do you tell me what to do?” Carter asked, a calm and firm expression on his face. It was terrifying and delightful.
“No, sir,” John said, the sheer dominance of Carter’s persona overwhelming him. The way Carter seemed to take up all the space in the room made his insides clench and feel hot.
“No you don’t, and you better remember it. Now eat my ass.”
John didn’t get any more warning than that before Carter was scooting forward and dropping his brawny ass right down on John’s face. The position was awkward, Carter’s legs getting in the way, but he leaned down and steadied himself by placing his hands flat on John’s chest.
His fingers pinched down on John’s nipples.
So that’s why he’d wanted explicit permission to play with them. John was going to be smothered by Carter’s ass while the werewolf had his fun, with very little chance to object.
“Come on, stick your tongue into my hole. I want to feel it,” Carter growled, rocking his ass back and forth and grinding down on John’s face. Opening his mouth, John stuck out his tongue and started licking Carter’s crack to the best of his ability. Carter’s ass was sweaty and warm, but John could taste that sometime between ditching his pants and coming back into the room he’d washed himself.
John appreciated the courtesy.
“That’s it, stick it in there,” Carter growled. He shifted his ass so that his hole was pressing down on John’s mouth. John pushed into the tight ring of muscle, flinching when Carter suddenly twisted both his nipples and yanked them up hard.
“You can take it,” Carter said, twisting and pulling on John’s nipples while he ground his ass down on John’s face.
The sharp pain was exactly what John needed to push him over the edge. His balls contracted like they’d been electrocuted, pulling up tight against his groin, and he shot his load with a muffled cry. Thehands freeorgasm was incredible, but also intensely unsatisfying. John wanted to betouched.
Carter stilled above him, lifting his ass up off John’s face and releasing his nipples, waiting until John’s orgasm had run its course before doing anything.
“I didn’t tell you to do that,” he said when John’s cock stopped twitching, sliding back and moving off John’s face. He settled so that John’s head was between his thighs, looking down at him with a bemused expression. His was cock thick and hot against the back of John’s head, nestled tight between John’s hair and Carter’s abs. He stroked the sides of John’s face gently as he waited for some kind of response.
“I couldn’t help it,” John defended himself. He wasn’t sorry in the least. “Ineededto come.”
Carter reached down and slid his hand down John’s chest, feeling his way down until he reached the puddle of come that John had just spilled onto his abdomen. He scooped it up and brought it to John’s lips.
