I laughed, leaned up, and nipped at them. He jerked his hand back, biting his bottom lip against a smile.
“I won’t move a muscle,” I promised.
He looked at me, eyes narrowed skeptically for just a minute, but I’d promised him, and in the end, he’d never doubt me.
Admittedly, when he leapt up and rushed to the bedside table, and I got a view of his pert ass and heavy, bouncing cock, it was hard not to leap after him, catch him up in my arms, and pin him to the bed.
I’dpromised, so I stayed put.
No promise kept me from letting out an appreciative growl, though.
When he turned back around, the tips of his ears were every bit as red as the flushed head of his cock.
He dropped to the floor on top of me, kneeling with his legs on either side of my hips. He slicked up his own fingers and I watched, lost as he twisted to get his hand behind himself.
“If you don’t let me do that, this second, I’m going to have to gnaw my own arm off to stop myself.”
Dakota scoffed, but it was more amused than anything else. “Have at it then.”
His hole was a little more relaxed when I sank a slick finger inside him, but nice as that stretch was, it wasn’t what I wanted.
I crooked my finger, searching, and was rewarded by a low groan and Dakota, sinking back into my hand.
Dakota nodded, gasping. “Just like that. Fuck, keep going.”
I withdrew my finger and slipped a second inside him. With the pads of two fingers, I massaged his prostate until his cock had leaked a thick string that stuck to my stomach.
I was relentless, chasing him with smooth, firm strokes until I felt his toes curl and his feet bury beneath my knees. His muscles were bunching up. He clung to me with every bit of him that he could.
When he was soft and slick around my fingers—well, it was tempting to keep going, to keep worshipping him like this until he came apart, but he said he wanted me inside, and it was my job to make sure he got exactly what he wanted.
I pulled out, and he hissed, flexing his hips desperately.
I stared up at him, awed, as his cock leaked more and he whined.
“Were you going to come?” I tried not to smile, but I couldn’t help it. My mate was a miracle.
He worried his lip with his teeth for a second, then rolled his eyes. “Maybe. Yes. Fine, we can try that later. But I need you, Jax. I need you in me.”
The declaration was staggering. It stole my smile, not because I was unhappy—far from it—but because every thoughtin my head had turned serious and intent. All that mattered in this world was giving my mate exactly what he needed.
I gripped the base of my needy cock and squeezed. I didn’t want to come too fast, and this was a lot to take in—Dakota’s words, the roll of his hips and the sensuous lines of his body, the warmth of his skin.
I only wanted to come exactly when he wanted—when he needed me to let loose and pump him full and bring us down together.
Thankfully, I didn’t think he’d last long.
I dragged the leaking head of my cock down his crease. His puckered skin teased my tip, and he threw his head back and whined.
Before I could tease him more, Dakota’s inner thighs tensed. He thrust down, taking in the first inch of me as I held myself steady for him.
I looked between our bodies and watched as my cock disappeared behind his tight balls. His own stood out straight and pretty for me as he worked to take me deeper.
“That’s it, baby,” I whispered as I watched him. His lips were hanging slack, his brow furrowed in the middle, but his eyes were locked on mine as he worked himself down on my dick. “Take what you need.”
He rode me, rocking on my cock, and the grip of his ass—fuck, there was nothing better in this world than having my dick buried in my mate and feeling his pleasure sing with mine across our bond.
I sat up, and he braced himself on my shoulders, gasping for air. The new position trapped his cock between us, and I moved one hand to grip his ass. A whole damn cheek fit in my palm, and I used the leverage to help him move.
