He bounced harder, his head thrown back and his abs rippling. His balls swayed. His dick continued its tantalizing arc.
I let him go as I sprawled in the seat, feeling like a conqueror with the sexiest spoils of war in my lap. When I couldn’t hold out any longer, I seized his hips and pulled him snugly against me. Then I took our dicks in hand and stroked us together, my fingers tight around our cocks.
“Fuck,” Caleb rasped, gripping the edge of the seat over my shoulder until the leather squeaked in protest. “That feels so good.”
“I can do better.” Pleasure coiled like a snake in my chest as I set my slit against his and slid my foreskin over his cockhead, enveloping his round, shiny tip and part of his shaft.
Caleb gave a long, plaintive whimper. “Oh…fuck.” His mouth hung open as I began to stroke, my fist sliding over my foreskin joining our dicks together.
“Do you like this?” I asked, slowing so I could work my cockhead in a careful circle around his, my tip bulging under the blanket of skin.
He answered with a moan that sounded scraped from the bottom of his soul. His breath shuddered out as he moved his hand to my shoulder and clamped down hard, his hips jerking in frantic little thrusts.
I stroked us faster, sparks shooting through me at the intense intimacy of the moment. It was raw and primitive. Soul-shattering in its simplicity—our bodies cocooned by shared heat and moisture. Because we were both leaking, the sheath of skin hot and slippery as I worked it over our cocks.
“Jesse!” he cried, squeezing his eyes shut. He popped them open again, his blue gaze brimming with ecstasy. His chest heaved, his nipples tight and pink with arousal. Sweat sheened his golden skin. Up close, I saw every flinch and flutter that passed over his face. Saw his lips part as he gave a low, helpless whine.
My heart raced, and my breathing grew as ragged as his. Sweat trickled down my back. The leather seat under me creaked as I met Caleb thrust for thrust. Our moans and grunts filled the air as we stared into each other’s eyes.
“Baby,” I breathed, awe spreading through me. The connection in my chest pulled so tightly I thought it might drag me forward and right into him. Inside him. Good. Fine. I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Caleb gulped air like he was drowning. “I… Oh, Jesus, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes. Now.”
With another heave of his hips, he erupted, spurting scalding heat over my tip. It was too much. Too damn much.
I came on a short, rough bellow, my nuts drawing up as I pumped against him. Milky white cum—mine and his—spilled from around my foreskin and dripped onto my thighs as my release roared through me like a blowtorch. It seared me inside and out, leaving nothing but cinders. I was still gasping when Caleb collapsed against me, his sweaty forehead on my shoulder and his hot breath fluttering over my neck.
“Fuckingshit,” he gasped. “Holy…” He gave a whole-body shudder. “That was so fucking hot.”
I laughed weakly as I tried to catch my breath. “Does that mean you like docking?”
He sat up, more than a hint of his usual mischief in his eyes. “Mark me down as an emphaticyes. We can do that any time. Like right now if you want.”
“I’d rather kiss you.”
His smile was brighter than the sunlight streaming through the windows. “We can do that, too, Mr. van der Meer.”
With another laugh, I grabbed the back of his neck and slanted my mouth over his. His emotions flowed unchecked through our bond, filling me with his desire, contentment, and a sense of peacefulness that let me know his first shift was a success.
Caleb wouldn’t lose himself to his wolf.
Relief and joy flooded me, and I nipped his plump bottom lip before thrusting my tongue deep. He moaned, low-pitched and sexy, and rutted against me as he threaded his fingers through my hair and sucked on my tongue.
It was a long time before we broke it off, and he eased back with a question in his eyes.
“What is it?” I asked, touching his jaw.
He licked his swollen lips. “You and me…” He looked down, his brow furrowing. “When I shifted, I felt like we were…more than boyfriends.”
I ran a palm over his chest, giving one hard pec a light squeeze. “We are.”
He met my stare. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Worry fluttered at the edges of my mind. I shoved it away before it could leak through our bond.
“I didn’t want to scare you,” I said. “It’s a big commitment, living with someone. Sharing a life with someone.” I let a smile touch my lips. “You and I did things a little backward. Even among werewolves, people usually spend time getting to know each other before their wolves come on board. But it doesn’t always work that way. Sometimes, a person’s beast decides right then and there that it wants a match. And then the human component follows.”
