6. Chapter 6 #4
When we’d managed to swap positions, Lee lay on his back, his shorts off, his whole big hairy body and thick erection laid out for me.
I battled renewed doubts. This was queer.
Homosexual. I couldn’t chalk it up to men have needs like I did in the Pacific, with a male hand on my dick.
If I put my mouth there, I was a pansy, a fairy, all the harsher things I’d heard through the years.
I was separating myself from centuries of wolves, from generations, my father, grandfather.
“You don’t have to.” Lee touched my knee where I bracketed his thigh.
“Do you ever wonder what Alpha my father would say about this?”
Lee snorted. “I knew back then he’d maybe shed one regretful tear after ripping my throat out. ‘Harsh necessity,’ he’d call it, and move on. If it was you?” He shook his head. “I’m not going to guess.”
“Harsh necessity.” I repeated the words. “Yeah, he’d have shed three tears, maybe, but pack always came first for him.” That thought hurt. I’d been the apple of my father’s eye as a child. But once I became pack at thirteen, I’d recognized fast that I came second in his life.
Lee kneaded my thighs with strong fingers. “We’re not doing anything that harms the packs.”
Truth. Down inside me, my wolf stretched and rose, closer to my skin. Good. Pack. Mate.
The last word made me choke. Don’t be stupid, I thought. But my wolf smirked and raised the idea of a pack so far away it fell off the edge of the world, and Lee, here, real, wolf, with me. Good.
I needed to not think anymore. I needed sensations, touch, taste, smell.
I scooted down the bed till I could bury my face against Lee’s hairy stomach and inhale.
The scent of his skin went straight to my core.
Home. The head of his cock bobbed beside my cheek, ruddy and pushed up from the foreskin, a drop of clear liquid welling at the tip.
I turned my head and ran my tongue over that drop.
Lee groaned and his body shook under me. The flavor of him burst on my tongue, salty and clean and male and wolf, this wolf, Lee, more appealing than the taste of any woman’s essence. I licked him again, then slid my mouth over the rounded head, and down, then up with a little suction.
“Micah.” He said my name like it was a prayer. “Please, Micah.”
“Hold still,” I told him because he was big— choking and puking on a partner would not be sexy.
Then I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and went deeper, tightening my lips, bobbing up and down, and trying to use my tongue.
I’d made a big deal about my experience, but any memory of those women’s special tricks and talents had flown right out of my head.
I sucked Lee simply and hungrily, letting my spit run down to slick the movement of my hand around his shaft.
He pulsed in my mouth, the flavor getting sharper, more bitter. Then he tugged at my hair. “Off. Now.”
Stubbornly, I kept up my motions, until he grunted and bucked his hips, choking me as he spurted into my mouth.
I coughed and jerked my head up, pumping my hand faster to keep from abandoning him.
His spunk welled between my fingers and spattered onto his abdomen, milky drops caught in his curls.
I would never in my life forget the sight of Lee with his eyes half closed, his mouth open, and a flush mottling his throat and cheeks as he came in my hand.
When his shudders wound down to a lax sprawl and his dick began softening, I let go. He stared up at me, his pupils blown wide in the moss-green of his eyes.
“Good?’ I said, suddenly self-conscious.
Lee started laughing, his eyes bright.
“What’s funny?” I asked, a little stung. It was a good sign when a woman laughed during sex, but not so much afterward.
“Me. I’m funny.” Lee caught my hand and brought it to his mouth, licking my fingers. I was hypnotized by the movements of his tongue as he cleaned me, swirling around and between my fingers.
My dick, already aching, turned to heated steel.
Lee said, “I thought for the last twenty-five years that the peak of my life would be a drunken moment kneeling at your feet, before it all came crashing down. Now, here you are, and I had no idea what peak meant.”
“Well,” I said, steadying my voice when it shook. “Maybe you can share this discovery with the class.”
Lee blinked, then pushed himself up off the bed and brought his mouth to mine. I kissed him, and the taste of him flavored both our tongues. A flicker of memory— the taste of spunk passed between us. I should have remembered long ago.
He cupped my cheek in one hot palm. “Will you let me do that to you? Show you how good you made me feel?”
“Let?” I gestured down to where my cockhead was straining high from my foreskin. “I’d beg you.”
Lee laughed again, bright and joyful, and then wrestled me so suddenly I had no time to react before I was flat on my back.
“I’ve been waiting forever for this,” Lee told me.
I grabbed him and hauled him down on top of me.
“Kiss me first,” I said. So strange, when my balls were ready to explode, that what I needed first and most was his mouth on mine.