Sure, it would’ve been damn near perfect if Amy were here, even if she was simply watching, but I needed this. I needed what only Wolfe could offer me. And he was right. It would take the edge off. We couldn’t take from Amy, couldn’t bombard her with the need fueling us. We had to take it slow with her, so this…
This was what we both needed.
Evidently, I didn’t move fast enough for Wolfe, because the man gripped my belt buckle and jerked me forward, the backs of his fingers brushing my stomach. I had no choice but to move my feet, following Wolfe as he walked backward down the hall and into his bedroom.
I had never seen the man’s bedroom.
I didn’t intend to do much looking now, either, because Wolfe was once again kissing me, those long fingers working open my belt buckle, then the button on my jeans, and finally the zipper.
“Boots gotta go,” Wolfe informed me.
I toed off my boots while Wolfe stepped back and did the same.
I'd barely managed to get the second one off when he grabbed me, pulled me forward, then took us both to the bed. I grunted from his weight, but I held on, refusing to let go. I ran my hands beneath Wolfe’s shirt, feeling smooth, warm skin against my palms. It took only a second to get the shirt off, and when I did, I resumed kissing him, holding him to me while rough fingers twined in my hair, pulling hard as Wolfe devoured me.
Fuck. I was going to detonate if he kept this up.
A growl rumbled up from his chest and the sound had my dick pulsing, desperate for his touch.
I was breathing hard, my chest heaving, when Wolfe released me, kneeling on the bed and jerking my jeans down my hips. Emerald-green eyes met mine briefly before Wolfe turned his attention to my cock.
The second Wolfe fisted me, my hips jerked up off the bed. “Son of a bitch.”
“Like that?”
I liked it so damn much I couldn’t speak. Any word I might’ve said got lodged in my throat and came out as a long, tortured moan.
“Open your eyes.”
My eyes flew open. I hadn’t even realized I'd shut them.
“Watch me.” Wolfe stroked me again. “Watch what I do to you.”
That was a damn near impossible task when he leaned down and took my cock between his lips, his tongue swiping over the swollen head. It took effort to relax, to pull myself back from the edge. I couldn’t come yet. Fuck. We’d just gotten started, and I wanted to enjoy this for as long as I could.
I put one hand behind my head so I could keep my eyes focused on the way Wolfe took me to the root. My other hand slid into the short strands of his hair. I didn’t apply pressure, just held on.
Sweet jeezus. The man’s mouth… “Aww, fuck… Wolfe…” That perfect fucking mouth was going to do me in.
Another moan escaped, my hand tightening in Wolfe’s hair as my cock pushed deeper into the sweet haven of his mouth. The man teased and tormented me for long minutes, then abruptly stopped, making my head spin.
I watched as Wolfe got to his feet, effectively shedding his jeans and boxer briefs. My gaze instantly homed in on his cock. I remembered the feel of him in my hand, the wide, thick shaft beneath my fingers.
Wolfe cleared his throat, dragging my eyes up to his face. That was when I noticed he was crooking his finger, motioning for me to come to him.
Summoned.
Damn.
Not that I was going to object.
My abs tightened as I sat up. I scooted to the end of the bed, letting my feet touch the floor as I gripped Wolfe’s giant dick, bringing it to my mouth without hesitation.
Opening my mouth wide, I wrapped my lips around the broad crest.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Wolfe hissed, his fingers tangling in my hair.
Unlike me, Wolfe did apply pressure. He pulled me forward, driving his cock deep into my throat. It took effort to take him, and I damn sure couldn’t take all of him, but I gave it my all, not stopping until I gagged.
