Chapter 9 Elton #2
“Shit, yeah.” I jerked back into motion, unzipping my own fly and letting the weight of the belt take my pants to the floor.
I stuck my thumbs in the waistband of my boxer briefs, then I paused.
“Fuck. Don’t move! Lube!” Hopping out of the legs of my pants, I dashed into my bedroom and grabbed the bottle from its spot on the nightstand.
I’d needed ready access to it last night after spending the evening with Rafferty.
When I got back to the living room, I was happy to see he’d obeyed my orders. I put the bottle of lube on the coffee table and waved a hand in his direction. “Okay, proceed.”
Chuckling, he pushed his jeans down to reveal boxers that were not long enough to contain his erection. His crown and a couple of inches of his shaft were visible from underneath the leg opening. Quickly he kicked off his jeans and removed his socks.
I hastily took my socks off as well, but it was difficult because I kept losing my balance from trying to get an eyeful of Rafferty while I leaned over. I stood back up at last and mirrored his position with my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear. “Together on three?”
Rafferty shook his head, grinning. “This is already the most entertaining jerk off session I've ever experienced. But, yes, on three.”
We counted down, and I shoved off my briefs, my gaze fixed on Rafferty’s cock as it was slowly revealed. He paused his stripping to give me an appreciative onceover, but I made a rolling gesture with my hand. “Come on. I'm waiting.”
At last he pushed his boxers down. His cock was mostly hard, with a tiny glisten of precum at the tip. He gave it a good stroke, and I noted how he swiped over his slit with his thumb, so one day I could pleasure him in the same way.
“You're gorgeous, Elton. I can't believe you're going to be mine.” His tone was reverent.
I scoffed. “I've got nothing on you, Mr. Muscles.”
“Hmmm. Good thing I'm not attracted to carbon copies of myself.”
It was a fair point.
Rafferty glanced behind himself at the couch, then he grabbed the throw blanket that was spread over the back cushions and laid it over the seat. I did the same with my armchair. Thank goodness for cheap, washable throws.
We sat down, legs spread wide, and Rafferty filled his hand with lube before smoothing it up and down his cock.
He watched me do the same, his eyes darkening. He licked his lips, and a flush spread up from his chest to his throat. His lust filled the room, but I couldn't make myself crank down my magic. I shivered at the want pouring off of him.
Something in my expression must have given me away. “Are you feeling what I feel, Elton?” His voice was low and deep. He twisted his hand, stroking faster.
“I feel it.” I put one foot on the coffee table and scooted my ass to the edge of the chair. I matched his strokes.
Rafferty licked his lips again. “I can't wait to put my face there. To put my tongue inside you.”
I made an inarticulate noise, and Rafferty’s lust increased.
“You smell amazing. I want to rub myself all over you so our scents are mixed, and every other wolf will know you’re mine.”
“Yes. I want that so much. I want your beard on my thighs.” I spread my legs wider and used my other hand to lift my balls. I fondled them as I displayed my hole for Rafferty.
He cursed and bucked his hips. The head of his cock was purple and leaking. Tingling rushed down my spine. “I’m close, Rafferty. Come with me.”
He lifted his gaze from my cock to my eyes. “I'm there. I'm coming.” His mouth dropped open, and his neck corded as he roared his release.
But he didn't take his eyes from mine, and I let the wave of his satisfaction pull me over the edge with him. “Rafferty!”
Our panting breaths were loud in the ensuing silence. The smell of sex was heavy on the air. “Fuck.” Rafferty wiped his hand on the edge of his throw blanket. “I really want to hold you right now.”
“Same.” I shut my magic to block his longing and stood, busying myself wiping the cum off my belly with the throw blanket while ignoring my own yawning, empty feeling.
I had to wait to connect with Rafferty. We both needed to find out if he’d feel differently about me after the surgery.
My scent would change, I had no doubt. Rafferty didn’t think it would matter, but what if it did?
As if it knew my thoughts, I heard the wolf whining. Rafferty’s head shot up. “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head, but I couldn’t muster a smile. “Just a little serotonin drop or something.”
He approached, stopping a few feet away, the throw in one hand but not covering any of his body. “My wolf says you’re upset, and I think he’s right.”
I sank back into the chair, not caring whether my naked butt was touching it or not. I bit my lip and stared into Rafferty’s concerned gray eyes. “I was worrying about my scent changing after the surgery, and whether you and your wolf would still think I smelled like myself.”
Rafferty knelt on the carpet in front of me, ducking down to meet my eyes. “You smell like honey, spice, the sun on stone, and pine needles in fresh air. A little change in your testosterone levels won't affect that.”
“Do you really think so?”
He smiled. “I know so.” His wolf howled in agreement.