When they pulled apart, they were both breathless.
“I can’t believe he wasn’t a catfish,” Ryker mumbled, sounding put out.
“He kind of was,” August said, smiling up at the ceiling.
“What do you mean?” Ryker pushed himself up, resting his weight on his elbow and looking down at August’s face.
“The pictures he sent when we chatted were fake – he’s much cuter in real life – and his real name is DylanLandry, not Lander.” August licked his lips. “He also wasn’t nearly as experienced as he pretended to be. I don’t think he’d been tied up before, and he got totally spooked when I brought up the cock-cage.”
Ryker snorted. “I’m sure you hated that.”
August grinned, his wolf rumbling with satisfaction.
“He was so perfect.” August pulled Ryker down for another teeth-gnashing kiss. “When I fucked him, I wolfed out and knotted him.”
Ryker shuddered, knowing from experience exactly what it took to make August lose control. “You wolfed out? You haven’t done that by accident since you were a teenager.”
August nodded. “I just wanted to fuck him the second he walked into the office. It was so hard to do the stupid roleplay he wanted.”
By the time August had put his cock inside Dylan’s perfect little ass, he’d been holding himself together by a thread.
“How hard?” Ryker teased, grinding his hips with purpose and rubbing his bulge against August’s muscular thigh.
“He’s got this slutty little waist, and his hair is just the right length to grab and hold when you fuck his face.” August’s cock throbbed at the memory. Needing to move, he grabbed Ryker and flipped them over, putting himself on top. He grinned down at his mate. “You’re going to love him.”
Ryker’s nostrils flared. “So you set up another date?”
“Wednesday,” August said, sitting up and scooting down until he was perched on Ryker’s legs. He grabbed his mate’s thick cock and gave it a squeeze. “And this time we’re not going to waste time on roleplay.”
Ryker huffed out a laugh, his breath catching when August bent down and licked across the head of his cock. “You love roleplay. I have a whole closet devoted to your love of roleplay.”
August sank down to his stomach, licking a stripe up the vein running up the underside of Ryker’s cock. He looked up the expanse of his mate’s muscular body.
“Not when I’m that horny. If I’d known he was going to smell like that, I would have just gotten us a hotel room.”
Ryker jerked, hands fisting by his side as August took him into his mouth. August knew that he was tempted to grab him by his hair, but he held off out of respect for August’s wishes – and because he knew August would bite him if he got grabby.
“Did you do the glove thing?” Ryker asked, his breaths coming hard and fast as August sucked him.
He sounded like he was trying hard not to come.
August lifted up, making a slurping sound as he released Ryker’s cock from his mouth. “Not during the exam. I was going to do a whole bit about how I was allergic to latex and that I would sanitize them, but it just didn’t feel right. I put them on after, but he didn’t seem that into it.”
Ryker frowned. “Wasn’t that his biggest kink?”
August shrugged, stroking Ryker’s shaft and milking a drop of pre-come from his slit. “I think the whole experience overwhelmed him. Maybe he’ll remember it more next time?”
He put his mouth back on Ryker’s cock, working about half the length down his throat and humming.
It was a little weird that Dylan hadn’t had more of a reaction to the gloves. He hadn’t complained about their absence, or mentioned it when August had finally had enough and took them off, despite the fact that every single roleplay they’d done online had included a focus on August wearing some form of leather gloves.
August took Ryker a little deeper, grabbing his balls and rolling them in the palm of his hand.
Dylan had probably been so turned on by the whole scenario that he hadn’t even remembered the gloves. August wasn’t particularly conceited, but he knew what he looked like, and Dylan had been into him in the worst way.
“I’m going to come,” Ryker warned, giving August time to decide whether he wanted to swallow or not.
Feeling generous, August kept sucking. When Ryker came, his thighs tensing and his lower abs contracting, August lifted up so that he could catch his mate’s load in his mouth. He swallowed the first few spurts, the salty taste coating the inside of his mouth, and then collected the rest of Ryker’s load on his tongue.
