Chapter 8 Misha #3
A noise that sounded more animal than human tore from my throat.
Tucker’s hands moved down my body, stopping at the waistband of my pants.
He thumbed open the button, and lowered the zipper, then shoved my jeans and boxers to the floor so I was naked in his arms. I expected to feel embarrassed at being bare in front of him, to want to shield my body from his view, but I didn’t. I felt free.
Tucker’s hand wrapped around my cock, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming. I was so close to the edge already. If he moved his hand, I was going to come.
His mouth moved over my neck, and it took me a ridiculous amount of time to realize he was speaking.
“Can I taste you, Misha?”
I nodded and barely managed to hiss out a “Yes.” I expected Tucker to turn me around again, for his lips to find mine, but he took a tiny step back, just enough so cool air passed between our bodies, before he put a strong hand on my back and pressed me down so my chest was on his desk.
He ran one hand down my spine and over the curve of my ass.
The sound of wheels rolling over paper almost made me turn around, but Tucker held me still, the heat of his touch like a brand.
He kicked my feet apart, and let his other hand trace down my body until he gripped my ass cheeks, spreading me wide, exposing the most intimate parts of my body to his gaze. The scent of my slick hung heavy and sweet in the air.
“Tucker?”
“You said I could taste you, love.” He growled, his fingers sliding through my slick-wet crease.
Then I felt his warm breath against me, and hot wet heat trailed over my hole, his tongue licking up my slick. A scream of pleasure ripped from my chest as Tucker feasted on my hole, devouring me like I was his last meal.
“Oh, god. Tucker. God.” Incoherent words fell from my lips as he let the ball of his tongue piercing catch on my rim, his tongue slipping inside me.
My cock erupted, painting Tucker’s desk and the floor beneath with my cum, but Tucker didn’t relent.
He slid his tongue in and out of my hole until I was clawing at the edges of his desk, trying to get away while also chasing more.
He finally took pity on me, laving my hole with one last lick before he stood and blanketed my body with his. He’d pulled his shirt off at some point, and I whimpered at the skin-to-skin contact. His lips found my neck, then my ear.
“You taste so damn good, Misha.” He tugged my earlobe with his teeth. “One taste, and I’m already addicted to you.”
I was already addicted to him too. I pressed my ass into his thighs, shuddering when I realized he was still wearing his jeans.
“More. I want more, Tucker. Want to feel you.” I wanted to be as close to Tucker as possible, to feel like he was a part of me, inside me, filling me.
He had already filled my heart, and now I wanted him to fill my body.
“God, you’re killing me.” He nipped at my neck again. “I want to be inside you so damn bad. Are you sure?”
If I hadn’t already fallen for him, I would have in that moment. He was still giving me a choice, still checking in to make sure I wanted what I’d said I wanted, and god, did I.
“Yes. Make me yours.”
He lifted me off the desk, turned me in his arms, and picked me up again, setting me back on the desk. He fumbled with a drawer and pulled out a foil packet. He held it up so I could see it. The haze of lust cleared from his eyes, and his gaze turned serious.
“I want everything with you, Misha. A life, babies, forever. But I want you to decide when that happens. If you tell me you want that today, I’ll do everything I can to make that happen, but if you want to wait, we will.”
As an arctic hare shifter, I had a heat season, usually in the spring, where pregnancy was more likely, but like other rabbit shifters, I could technically get pregnant at any time.
The fact that Tucker had taken the time to learn that, that he was giving me yet another choice about my body when the alphas in my past, from my old colony, wouldn’t have, made me fall even harder.
I grabbed his waistband and opened his jeans, pushing them down his hips followed by his black boxers until his cock was free. It was long and thick, and holy shit. “Oh my god. You have a…” I gestured at the barbell on the underside of his cock, right below the head.
Tucker smiled. “A frenum piercing. I promise these condoms are safe to use with it, and you’ll still be able to feel it. I’ve been told it feels good with my papillae.”
I had no clue what he was talking about, and I raised an eyebrow.
“Alpha porcupine shifters don’t have a knot. We have papillae. They’re bumps and ridges that come out when we come.”
I twitched on the desk, the slick still dripping from my hole making the surface slippery.
I wanted to feel Tucker’s cock inside me even more after seeing his piercings and hearing about the unique things his cock could do.
From what I’d heard, arctic hare alpha penises were pretty unremarkable.
No knot. No papillae. Just a dick that looked pretty much like mine—relatively short and pink with no obviously defined head.
I looked down at where my cock sat half hard between my legs.
Tucker followed my gaze and reached out to wrap a hand around my length and cup my balls.
“Your cock is beautiful, love. Next time, I’m going to suck it until you come down my throat.”
“God, Tucker.” I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him back down so I could capture his mouth with mine.
This time I didn’t hold anything back, and I sucked on his tongue, toying with his piercing, until we were both panting and rocking our bodies together, the scent of our combined arousal heavy and thick in the air.
We smelled so good together it made my head swim and my heart swoop, and I knew this was just the beginning.
Tucker tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth.
I moaned into his mouth as I ran my hand over the desktop, searching blindly for the condom he’d put down so he could touch me.
My fingers found the foil packet, and I pulled back from our kiss, breathless and aching for more of him.
Holding the condom between us, I held Tucker’s heated gaze.
His eyes were almost black with lust, and the power of making him feel that way went straight to my head, almost making me forget what I needed him to hear.
“I want everything with you too, Tucker, but I’m not ready for kits yet. ”
He nodded and smiled as once again, I worked on instinct, tearing open the packet and rolling the condom down his length.
I don’t think I did it exactly right because Tucker took my hands, making me pinch the tip and roll the latex all the way to the base of his dick.
Seeing his hands guiding mine like that shouldn’t have been hot, but it was, and I felt my cheeks heat as I stared down at him.
I had no idea what to do next, and I told Tucker as much without meeting his eyes.
“You’re going to lie back and let me make you mine.”