His eyes darkened as he held my gaze. “Since you asked so nicely.” He kissed my hipbone. “Keep your hands in my hair. Don’t let go.”
I slid my other hand into place. “Yes, sir,” I said, sounding like I’d chain-smoked for thirty years.
“Good boy,” he murmured. Then he swallowed me to the root.
I arched off the bed. Everything clenched: my ass, my lungs, my fingers in his hair.
He opened wider, taking my cock halfway down his throat. Tight, hot pressure surrounded me. Then he sucked andsuckedmy dick, giving me everything. Teeth and tongue. The back of his throat. He pulled off, a string of saliva connecting his glistening lips to the head of my cock. Eyes hot with desire, he squeezed my tip until a bead of precum appeared.
“Mine,” he said, and licked it away. Then he went back to sucking my dick. He added his hand, twisting it up and down in time with his mouth.
“Oh my fucking god,” I wheezed. Because my solo shower sessions were a piss poor substitute for his mouth, and I was already too damn close to unraveling.
He hummed around me, sending vibrations up my shaft and through my balls. He worked those, too, cupping and kneading. Popping off my dick to suck at my sack. Then he returned to my cock, swallowing me over and over. Getting me so wet. He slid his hands beneath my ass and lifted me, bringing me to his lips like he wanted to drink me down.
Chest heaving, I stared at his broad shoulders holding my thighs wide. His stubbled cheeks hollowing. His dark head bobbing up and down on my dick. He was a marble statue come to life. I tightened my grip on his hair and clenched my jaw against the orgasm trying to crash through me.
“Stop,” I panted, pushing at his head. “I’m not gonna last.”
He pulled off with a wetpop. “How do you want it?” he asked, his wolf in his voice. The beast peered from his eyes, which were the color of honey.
“I can’t wait,” I said.
He climbed back up my body and settled on top of me, his dick hot and heavy against mine. I cupped his jaw in both hands, and we breathed together as he rolled his hips in a sexy grind.
And it was everything. Hot, damp friction. His hard shaft and warm sack sliding over mine. Lust coiled tight in my abdomen.His breath fluttered over my mouth, and his eyes gleamed as he did it again, working his hips in a slow, serpentine roll.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. “Don’t stop.”
He put his forehead against mine. “Never,” he said, voice a full octave below his usual range. He found my wrists and pinned them above my head, then kept working his hips, grinding our cocks together. “I’m never stopping with you.”
“Say it again,” I whispered, moving with him. I pushed my hips up and up, trying to feel as much of him as possible.
“I’m never stopping with you,” he rasped against my mouth, grinding harder. He dragged his cock over mine and held, letting me feel the full length of him. He kept going, squeezing my wrists and rolling his hips. Rubbing his dick and balls all over mine.
“Every part of me is yours,” he said, falling into a deep, slick rhythm. We were already making a mess of each other, our cocks slipping and sliding, the friction so tight and hot. He nipped at my mouth and jaw, huffing and biting. Rutting faster, he licked sweat from the hollow of my throat.
I moaned, struggling against his grip on my wrists.
“You want me to let you go?” he asked, wolf-bright eyes holding mine.
I gave my head a little shake. “Hoping you don’t.”
He stared for a half-second. Then he went wild, screwing his hips against mine. Bucking and thrusting. Digging his toes into the bed and driving me up the mattress.
“Jesse, fuck—” I threw my head back, teeth bared. My balls ached. Fire licked up my spine. The edge was so close. My hands tingled from his grip on my wrists.
He put his lips to my ear, his teeth grazing the lobe. “I want your cum on my cock,” he growled. “I want to be soaked in you, Caleb. I want you dripping from my nuts and running down my thighs.”
“Fuck,” I grunted, spreading my legs and rocking my hips so my balls rubbed right up on his. “Fuck, Jesse.”
He tightened his grip on my wrists and drove his hips into mine. We cried out together, chests and stomachs slippery with sweat. Precum slicked our cocks, and our shafts slid more easily, every grind wetter than the last. The sounds we made filled the room: the slick drag of skin on skin, his low grunts, the embarrassing whimpers I couldn’t contain and didn’t care to. Not with Jesse. I wanted him to hear how good he felt. How perfect we were together.
“I don’t want it to end,” I said, my dick throbbing under his.
He rocked his hips faster, sweat gleaming on his shoulders. The muscles in his chest bunched and flexed. He panted against my lips as he fucked his cock over mine.
“We’re just getting started,” he breathed, rutting like he meant to fuse us together. He fucked me with his whole body, grunting and grinding against me from chest to ankle. It was hot and aggressive. Basic and all the more mind-blowing for it.
