We didn’t let it stop us as we laughed and grabbed at each other’s clothes, both of us banging our elbows on the door. Somehow, we managed to strip without killing ourselves. Then I was bare-assed on the bench seat with a nude andveryaroused Caleb straddling me.
He gripped my shoulders and ground his dick into mine. “Fuck me, Jesse.”
Damn.Damn.Everything about the way he said my name set me on fire. And the cocky little shit knew it, because a mischievous smile sparkled in his bright blue eyes as he began moving like a stripper, giving me a lap dance hot enough to set the car on fire. I didn’t even want to think about where he’d picked that up. Probably the clubs he’d visited during his weekend of debauchery withDeclan.
The control I’d bragged about fled, and my dick, which was already a lively participant, grew harder. I palmed his ass with both hands, squeezing and kneading the muscle. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I’m not sore at all.” He smiled as he kept up his slow, sexy grind. “Werewolf healing powers, right?”
“Maybe.” I gripped his hips and stilled them. “But I’m not going to fuck you in the backseat of a car.” I slid my hand between his cheeks and pressed two fingers against his hole. Lust jolted me when it fluttered and contracted, the puckered skin tight and hot against my fingertips.
I held them there, not penetrating, and looked Caleb in the eye. “This belongs to me. And when I decide to use what’s mine, I’m not going to be rushed.” I rubbed a slow, deliberate circle around his rim, and his breath stuttered, a soft moan easing past his lips. I shook my head. “Make all the sexy, slutty sounds you want, baby boy. It won’t change my mind.Idecide when this hole gets filled, and I hate to break it to you, but I’m going to be a bastard about it. I want you crawling on your hands and knees. I want you heeling at my command, my leash on your dick and tears in your eyes because you need it so,sobad. I want you so desperate that you’re crying for it. I want to watch your hole clench around nothing while you beg me to fill it.” I brought my mouth to his ear. “So, no, baby. You don’t get my cock just because you’re pretty and you want it. You get it when I’ve decided you’ve waited long enough and you’re so empty it hurts.”
Silence held. Somewhere outside, water dripped in a steady rhythm as the sun melted the snow. Caleb held, too, as if he searched for an appropriate response.
“That’s not fair,” he said finally.
I stroked up and down his cleft. “Maybe not, but you don’t get to decide that, either.” And as much as I was dying to get inside him again, we were still in public in the middle of the day. I’d parked away from the spots where humans typically gathered, but it was too risky to fuck him in the SUV. And supernaturalhealing abilities aside, I refused to take pleasure at the expense of his.
I was alsoveryinvested in the throb of his erection against mine, which had increased when I mentioned leashing his cock.
“I have other ways I can make you feel good,” I said, dragging my fingers up and down the furrow of his ass.
He drew back, desire and irritation in his eyes. Sunlight gilded the tips of his lashes. “You’re just making it worse by teasing me.”
I pulled my hand away, spit into my palm, and carried it back to his cleft. “You deserve a little teasing,” I murmured, massaging the moisture around his opening. “After you teased me this morning.”
“I…oh god…take it back.”
Impossible. The image of him stretched naked and golden on my bed with his hand around his dick was forever seared into my mind. It had taken all the willpower I possessed not to flip him over and ride his ass, then spank it so he remembered who made the rules between us.
And then hope he broke them so I had an excuse to do it all over again.
“It’s too late for that,” I said, pushing my damp finger into his heat. “Now that I know how slutty you can be when you want something, I’m going to make you work for it. Would you like that, baby? Rolling around in my bed like a little whore? Pumping your ass up and spreading your cheeks? Maybe I’ll call when I’m on my way home and order you to wait on the bed facedown for me. You’ll prep this sweet hole and then hold yourself open so I can slide inside the moment I walk in the door.”
He groaned as I fingered him, his cheeks bright pink with the embarrassment I knew he craved. Caleb was no pushover, buthe liked to be pushed. He wanted to be backed into a corner and bossed around. I suspected he’d realized that about himself.
But I wasn’t sure he realized how much he needed to be cherished. Or if he did, he didn’t want to admit it. Most likely, he didn’t think he deserved it. He certainly didn’t know how to accept it. And why would he? The people in his life had offered him nothing but judgment and rejection. He’d had twenty-three years to learn he couldn’t trust anyone. It might very well take another twenty-three to undo all that damage. But I was up for the challenge.
“Would you like that?” I prompted, stroking his gland.
His lips parted, and his eyes went the icy blue of his wolf. “Yeah,” he said huskily. “I’d like that. Please, Jesse.”
My groan rumbled the seat beneath us. My name on his lips was everything—a command and an entreaty wrapped in a dark, sinful bow. It was pure and filthy. Sort of like him, this blond angel with guileless eyes and a sinner’s mouth. He had no idea what kind of power he wielded. How the spray of golden freckles across the bridge of his nose held me captive. How the graceful arch of his spine threatened to render me helpless. Useless for anything other than making him happy.
“You are so gorgeous,” I told him, pulling my finger from his ass and running my hands up his sides. I eased him away from me a bit and ordered, “Move for me. Give me a show.”
Confusion flashed across his face. “What kind of a show?”
Smiling, I leaned back and folded an arm behind my head, copying his pose from the morning. “Figure it out, college boy.”
He flushed at the last, his pupils dilating. “And then you’ll let me come?” he asked, desperation thick in his voice.
“Depends on the show.”
His nostrils flared. After a moment’s hesitation, he reached back and braced himself with his hands on my knees. Then he pumped his hips, setting his heavy dick bouncing. Sunlightstreamed through the windows, gilding his hair and sweat-sheened chest. His cock slapped his stomach, the fleshy smacks joining his grunts of exertion.
“Good boy,” I said, using my free hand to give myself quick, loose strokes. “Keep going. Just like that.”
