“Please, Pack,” he croaked. “I’m ready.”
“One more.” I pushed a third finger in, and as I slid deeper, I found a hard, walnut-sized bump.
“Fuck!” He jackknifed off the bed, eyes wide, and cried out as I brushed over it again.
I wrapped my free hand around his cock and found a rhythm, stroking him with one hand and rubbing his prostate with the other.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
His voice was so raw and desperate, I nearly came before I ever got inside him.
When I let his dick go and slipped my fingers out of his ass, his long, broken moan was one of the hottest things I’d ever heard. I tore the condom open with my teeth and rolled it down my shaft, then slicked myself. The glide of my hand made me hum with pleasure.
“Now, Pack! For fuck’s sake, stick it in.” His eyes burned with need.
I moved into position and wiped the remaining lube over his entrance. “Ready?”
He raised his legs, and I lined up, pressing the tip of my cock against his hole.
“Okay?” I asked.
I waited until he nodded before I pushed. At first, there was only resistance, but then he yielded, and I slid halfway home in one smooth glide. His sharp hiss was barely a whisper against the roar in my ears.
Jesus, I forgot how good this feels. Or maybe I never knew.
His tight heat enveloped me, lighting up my entire body. He’d scrunched his eyes shut, and his forehead was beaded with sweat. Bracing my weight on one arm, I leaned over him and brushed our lips together.
He wrapped his arms around my back and found my mouth again. When he slid his tongue inside, the thrill made my hips move instinctively. I made small, tentative thrusts, testing the waters. His heart hammered against my chest in a frantic beat that matched my own.
I buried my face in the crook of his neck and inhaled the musky scent of his arousal. It was like a drug I’d been craving. I pushed farther into him, and he started moving with me, his hips rising to meet each thrust. It was all the invitation I needed, and I drove all the way in.
We groaned as I bottomed out, and I pulled back and pushed in harder. He started moaning, and I did too. Nothing had ever felt this good. His ass gripped me like it was made for my cock, and we moved together, communicating with gasps and sighs. This wasn’t like any fucking I’d ever known; it was finding a missing piece of myself I never realized was gone.
“Nobody…” He panted, then tried again. “Give it to me, Pack. All of it.”
I pulled back until only the head of my dick was inside him, then slammed back in. His eyes flashed, and he cried out as I fucked him hard and deep.
Reaching between us, he found his cock and started jerking off. He clenched his ass, and when I shifted my angle and drove in, he muttered, “Don’t you dare stop!”
“Nix,” I croaked, needing to say it.
“Pack,” he whispered.
Somehow, our names were more intimate than a kiss. I started pounding him. “Like this?”
“Yes. Give it to me.”
I slammed into him wildly. He winced and blew out a hard breath. When his nails dug into my back, the harsh sting only made me fuck him harder.
“Like that,” he begged. “Use me.”
The room was gone, replaced by the sound of our bodies meeting in harsh slaps, the sharp smell of sex filling the air, and the overwhelming feeling of him. It was almost like all of me was inside him. I pushed up onto my hands, needing the leverage to give him what he was pleading for.
“Ahh!” His hand on his cock was a blur as he cried out again.
“Jerk it, baby.”
“Pack! Gonna come!”
