“Is Daddy’s peen enough,” Kari growled, pre-cum dripping from both of them at Bowie’s thrusts.
“Yes,” he gasped, increasing his speed, chasing his release. “I only need Daddy’s marked cock!”
Bowie lost his load over Kari’s belly, chest and chin alarmingly fast. The sight of his cum landing on Kari had him rocking faster, squeezing them both, desperate to send Kari over the edge.
Four more thrusts and Kari shuddered violently, bucking hips sending Bowie crashing forward, his arm giving way. He landed on the wall of muscle that was Kari’s chest, but he didn’t bounce this time, more thudded, losing his breath. But it didn’t stop him rocking.
Kari’s mouth captured his and he could taste his own cum. The aftershocks held him in their grip as Kari deepened the kiss, extending the pleasure as his hands cradled his head. Their cum covered bodies slid together in an erotic dance.
“Such a wonderful boy.” Another kiss, softer this time, as Bowie melted against the sticky chest, exhausted. “So sexy for Daddy.” His lips trailed to Bowie’s ear where he whispered, “Love how you get off on feeling your mark on me.”
Bowie shivered in delight and would have blushed if they weren’t already naked, and he’d proven exactly how true those words were. He wasn’t the only one who got off on it. Bowie peeked from under his eyelashes at the sated man lying beneath him.
There was a smear of cum on his chin, and his hair was a mess—on a workday. “Daddy, you look…” Bowie couldn’t quite think of the right word, the giggles back at being naughty.
The slow slide of the grin that spread over Kari’s gorgeous face was a magic that made everything in Bowie’s world brighter than a sun cresting a clear blue sky. “Well fucked, I imagine.”
Bowie grinned back at him. “You have cum on your chin.”
Kari squinted hard enough to make Bowie laugh, then he was flipped onto his back and Kari rubbed his chin against Bowie’s, smearing the wetness.
“Now I’m sharing the love,” he sniggered.
“Only with me though, Daddy,” stated Bowie, confidently.
Their noses touched, and their loving gazes held each other’s. “Only with you, Babycakes. Only with you.”
Chapter Forty
Kari
Kari eyed the man opposite him, tapping away on the iPad on his lap. Since the day they’d worked from home, Bowie’s behavior was… off? Different?
Kari couldn’t decide. He had run through all the possibilities and didn’t think it had anything to do with Rue and Monty’s mating with Kendrick. He had considered it might be because of Bowie worrying how the announcement might affect him. It was understandable after the way he’d reacted last time. But that didn’t feel right either.
He had a stab of jealousy at the announcement, he could admit. Only it wasn’t as strong, and his life was pretty great despite it. They hadn’t talked about their situation in months, and Kari’s happiness wasn’t tied to everyone knowing. Kari’s long-term plan was to propose. He wanted that acknowledgement that they were a couple to the world, but he could wait.
“Have we had confirmation from Carrington about the date for the Christmas advertisement campaign?” asked Bowie, his attention on Kari. A frown pinched his brow, and his head was tilted to the side.
“Yes, they should have everything to us by Monday. They had originally said today, but what they sent over needed a few tweaks. I called them this morning, and as it’s Friday, I suggested Monday.”
Bowie nodded, lowering his head, back to tapping, his shoulders hunching.
Had Bowie noticed his preoccupation?
When Kari had attempted to question him about whatever was going on in his head, he’d used sex to distract Kari. He couldn’t say he found fault with Bowie’s method, not when he was bolder in asking for what he wanted, so it never took much effort to divert Kari from his mission of discovering what was going on.
His wolf assured him it was nothing to be concerned about. Bowie and his wolf side had an affinity that differed from Kari’s human side. One or two evenings a week, Kari would shift, and Bowie and his wolf would spend time together. Sometimes they played. Other times they lounged on the carpet, Bowie stretched out on top of him watching a movie while he rubbed at the spots that made his wolf whimper in pleasure.
Bowie used his wolf much the same as Roarer. Kari was highly amused by how much his wolf side got excited by this and pressed for its time if Kari showed no signs of offering to shift when Bowie tugged Roarer into the middle of the floor. Kari couldn’t recall a time when he’d spent so much time in his wolf form.
All that aside, none of that helped to figure out why Bowie oscillated between nervousness and euphoria.
“Come in,” he called, after a tap at his office door, drawing a glance from Bowie.
“Shit, I didn’t realise you were still in a meeting,” Silas said, glancing between Kari and Bowie.
“We’re just finishing off. Is it urgent? I was hoping to actually leave on time as it’s Friday.” Kari had plans that included lots of hot, sweaty sex. It had been a grueling week with the hype up to Christmas starting.
