If it was, then Nero was going to be the loser. He was going to live with this memory every night while he jerked himself off in a frenzy.
“Check yourself, Josh,” he said. “If I stopped right here, right now—”
“No.”
“See. Your body wants this, but you can do it yourself. I can leave you alone—”
“No. This is okay.” Josh released Nero’s wrist. He even shifted his hips enough to allow Nero to shove jeans and boxers down. And the very impressive erection that sprang free all but leaped into Nero’s hand.
“Damn,” Nero murmured appreciatively. “Are all the men your family this big?” Nero had a large hand, and it didn’t come close to covering the full length of Josh’s swollen cock.
“I never looked,” Josh said, though his voice held a note of pride.
“Bullshit,” Nero answered. “All boys look.”
Josh exhaled in relief as Nero began to stroke him. Strong, solid pulls while Josh gripped Nero’s thighs.
“Okay,” Josh confessed, “I did look. And I’m special, at least between my cousins and me. And I’m definitely bigger than my brother.”
Figured. And yes, the man’s cock was just the right size. Thick, hard, and with a nicely shaped mushroom head. Nero watched that head, seeing the color shift darker, feeling the pulse in the stalk, and loving the rhythmic tightening of Josh’s ass as he thrust. It was torture, that movement against Nero’s cock. And it was all he could do to prevent himself from thrusting up in tandem, from pushing himself against the sweet peach of Josh’s ass.
Just another mission.
It took a while for Josh to near the end. It was a measure of how close he’d come to not settling into his body, and it reassured Nero that what he was doing was absolutely necessary. Josh’s life was at stake, and he was doing what was right and proper for the new werewolf.
He continued to stroke Josh’s erection, roving his spare hand across Josh’s chest and belly. He pinched the man’s nipples, loving the sound of Josh’s gasps. And when Josh’s breath finally became erratic, when his hips were moving hard as he thrust into Nero’s hand, that’s when Nero lost his own control for a moment.
He shoved himself against Josh’s tight ass. He flexed his hips and ground against Josh. And in his mind was a steady litany ofmine, mine, mine.
Josh wasn’t his. He was a temporary charge, a mission to get tech support and an answer for the plasma fire problem. This was business.
Except his body didn’t feel that way. And the scent of Josh’s musk, the feel of that huge dick, took a piece of Nero’s sanity with every breath.
It’s a mission.
Mine, mine, mine.
Josh gripped Nero’s thighs. He threw his head back onto Nero’s shoulder, and he thrust hard. Nero gripped him, squeezing with all his strength. And then one last hard pull, and it was done.
Josh cried out, exploding hot cum all over his chest and Nero’s hand. His body shuddered with the release, pushing more and more out with every beat. And Josh was a man in his prime with a strong dick. The force of the first release pushed his cum high enough to catch a drop on Nero’s mouth. A hot wet drop that fell on the lower curve of Nero’s lip. He licked it off instinctively, tasting the salt, knowing the texture of it on his tongue, and locking it permanently in his sense memory. Josh’s seed. Josh’s intimate release.
Josh. Josh. Josh.
Nero exploded in his khakis. Hot, hard, and with all the force of a man with his lover.
A mission.
Oh hell, he was well and truly fucked.
Chapter 8
HEAT SUFFUSEDJosh’s body, but there was no clear meaning attached. He knew he felt pleasure and a shitload of endorphins, but there was also embarrassment and shame. He’d been jerked off by his kidnapper, and he’d liked it. Hell, he’d asked for it. How fast did Stockholm syndrome kick in? Probably not within the first few hours, and yet here he sat, completely boneless in the man’s arms, missing the feel of his captor’s hand on his dick.
And what a hand it had been. Thick, hard, with the right grip. The calluses were sweet, and the feel of the big man surrounding him had taken him to an orgasmic peak he’d never experienced before. So did this mean he was well and truly gay? Or really twisted?
“How do you feel?” Nero’s voice rumbled low and sweet through Josh’s body. Both the man’s hands were now stroking Josh’s arms, up and down in a soothing, almost lazy rhythm.
“You did it too,” Josh said, the confusing words spilling out without filter.
