Chapter Fifteen #2
The words hit harder than any touch could.
I stare at him for half a second, then grab him and turn us sharply.
His chest meets the palm tree with a rough thud, and I pin one of his arms behind his back before leaning in, my mouth brushing the shell of his ear.
“I am done running,” I murmur. “Tonight, I’m taking what I want.”
Wolfe’s breathing changes, but the smug bastard still manages to smile.
“And what’s that?”
I sink my teeth into his shoulder hard enough to pull a low sound from him.
“You,” I say against his skin. “You’re what I bloody want.”
My free hand moves between us, stripping away the last bit of distance while I keep him held firmly against the tree. Wolfe shifts back into me without hesitation, testing my grip like he wants to see whether I’ll tighten it.
I do.
“Don’t start acting shy now,” I murmur against his mouth. “Not after months of looking at me like you wanted this.”
“Was wondering when you’d notice.”
“Cheeky prick.”
“You like me that way.”
“Right now, mate, I like you exactly where you are.”
His grin brushes my lips. “Then stop talking and do something.”
I tighten my grip and lean into his ear. “You wanted me to stop running. Now you get to deal with me when I don’t.”
“About time.”
Smug bastard.
I spin him around and press his back against the palm tree, kissing him hard while my hands move to his waistband. His breathing turns rough as I work his shorts down, dragging my mouth over his jaw and throat before following the hard lines of his abs.
Then I sink to my knees in the sand and take his cock straight into my mouth, swallowing him to the root in one go. My nose pressed to his pelvis, throat working around the head. Wolfe’s hands fly to my head, holding me right where he wants me.
“Jesus fuck—Thorne—”
I pull off with a wet pop, spit dripping down my chin.
“Thought you wanted me to shut you up.”
I lick a stripe up the underside, then suck one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue. He whines, hips bucking.
I grab his thighs, spread him wider, and push two fingers against his hole without warning.
I spit on them, working them in, scissoring, stretching, and listening to every filthy sound he makes for me.
“Been thinking about this for bloody ages,”
I mutter against his skin. “How tight you felt around my cock that night. The sounds you made for me,”
Wolfe’s head thuds back against the tree. “Please—fuck—”
“Not so calm now, are you, mate?”
His cock twitches against my cheek, smearing pre-cum across my face.
That smug, patient version of Wolfe is long gone now.
I pull my fingers out and stand, spinning him around again, before shoveling him chest-first into the trunk.
Sliding my hand into my shorts, I pull my cock out. I spit into my palm, before firmly wrapping my hand around my cock and pumping. Once, twice, spreading my spit across my shaft, my tongue darting out across my lips as I take in the sight of him.
Eager and desperate for me.
I line up, pressing the head of my cock against his spit-slick hole.
“Bloody Christ, look at you,” I praise, voice husky.
I sink in slow, one long, deliberate thrust until my hips meet his arse and my balls press tight against him.
His breath catches, a broken moan spilling from his lips as his body stretches around me.
“Fuck, Thorne. Your cock feels so good,” he pants.
“Attaboy,” I growl, gripping his hips. “Taking my cock so fucking well. Such a good, greedy hole—clenching round me, pulling me in. This is what you wanted, ain’t it.”
I start to move, steady and deep, each thrust dragging my cock almost all the way out before sliding back in.
The wet slap of skin on skin mixes with his soft, desperate sounds.
“That’s it,” I murmur, leaning in close, my lips brushing his ear. “Moan for me, Wolfe. Let me hear how much you need this cock. Been waiting so long to feel you wrapped round me like this again—tight, hot, bloody fucking perfect.”
Wolfe pushes back to meet every thrust, his cock hard and leaking between his legs. “Harder—please, Thorne—want to feel you.”
I give him more, hips rolling faster, my balls slapping against him with every stroke.
Sweat beads on my chest and drips down my spine. I reach around and wrap my fist around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts.
“Fucking hell. You beg so pretty,” I praise, voice thick with lust.
Wolfe shudders, his cock pulsing in my hand. “Yes—fuck—Thorne, don’t stop—”
I bite down on the back of his neck, sucking a dark mark into his skin. “That’s right. Cum for me. Cumon in my hand while my cock is buried inside you like the good lad you are.”
Wolfe’s whole body locks up.
He comes with a hoarse cry, thick ropes of cum splattering across the tree bark and my knuckles. His hole spasms around me, milking my cock, and I fucking lose it.
I thrust in deep one last time before I cum hard, but I don’t stop.
I keep moving through it, pushing my load deeper until it starts to leak out around my cock and drip down his thighs.
The bonfire crackles in the distance.
Neither of us moves to pull away.
We stay locked together, breathing hard, foreheads pressed to the rough bark. My arms wrap around his waist, holding him up when his legs shake. The ocean keeps roaring. The bonfire crackles up the beach near the house..
Wolfe turns his head, finds my mouth, and kisses me slow and deep.
“Still panicking?” he whispers.
“Bit.” I add with a panted breath.
He laughs, quiet and warm.
“I’m not.” He adds.
That shuts me up.
He reaches back, threads his fingers through mine, and for once I don’t let go