Chapter 15 Losing Control #2
Baz groaned as I relaxed my throat and swallowed him entirely.
My fingers dug into his pants, tugging them further down as I sucked him off.
I’d been a mouth for Baz to fuck plenty of times, had sex with Baz just as many, but we were going to new territories soon.
And we both knew it wasn’t just a physical thing.
We’d danced around the depths of our emotions for a long time.
And even though we were used to being physical, there was always an excuse for why it was impersonal.
Whether that was Bree between us, or an extension of fighting.
But I wanted more. I wanted him to give in to us. And I hungered to bury my cock in him. The ache low in my belly and in my teeth was overwhelming. His long cock filled my mouth, a groan rumbling through the back of the van. It was time this was more.
I was burning up against him. I pulled off his cock and ripped off my shirt. His red and green eyes noted the slick sweat coating me.
“You’re hotter than before,” I said.
“Oh?” A sly smile spread over his face. I didn’t try to correct the double meaning. Instead, I bent Baz in half and licked a line from his asshole to his balls.
“Ah—” his shock cut off in a groan as I licked him ass to balls again. My grip tightened on his thighs as I went to do it again, but I dug my tongue into his ass instead. Baz jerked, a choked sound coming from him.
“Like it?” I mumbled as I pushed my tongue in further.
“Don’t talk with your mouth on my ass,” he rasped. My head swam, my body felt heavy, and my cock ached.
“Wait, are you trying to fuck me now? In the back of a kidnapping van going down the highway?”
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I murmured. I was totally going to fuck him. My fingers found his ass, and he tensed. Then he blew out a breath and relaxed. When my finger slid in, he hissed.
It went to my head like an injection of adrenaline. I imagined what sound he’d make when my cock slid in. I wrapped my mouth around his cock and sucked.
“Shit,” he rasped. Then a choked, “fuck,” as I pushed another finger in his ass, stretching him out. I wanted him to come, and I didn’t want to draw it out.
“Slow down,” he groaned. I pushed my fingers deep and up, and he jerked, his back bowing. I could tell by the pitch of his noises that he was close. I wrapped my mouth around the tip of his cock while my fist worked him fast. The taste of his cum hit my tongue in an instant, burning.
“Don’t swallow,” he rasped. “Venom.” I hadn’t planned to swallow. I rolled him belly-down on the mattress and pressed my mouth to his ass. As I dug my tongue in, his cum leaked out.
He gave a strangled choking noise. “I’m not in a good place emotionally to unpack coming in my own ass.”
“You didn’t come in your ass,” I said, pushing a finger in, working his cum inside. I settled on his back, pressing my nose into his long hair and inhaling again. I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Practically.”
“You’re just lube for me to come in your ass,” I said. I ground my hips against him, then reached down, tugging my sweatpants down. When the bare skin of my cock touched him, I shuddered in anticipation.
“I knew you were fucking lying about waiting,” Baz laughed.
“Wasn’t lying, changed my mind.” I pressed my hips forward, sliding between his cheeks.
“Shit, you’re serious,” he rasped. The van hit a pothole, and we bounced on the mattress. “What time is it?” He clawed at his jacket, trying to look at the clock face of his watch. I grabbed his arm and snatched it off him. Then I shoved the watch into my pocket.
“There’s enough time.” Honestly, at this moment, I didn’t care how much time was left. I inhaled his scent. I felt delirious—dizzy and sweating and so hungry to fuck him that I didn’t care if I died doing it.
“Let me look at the time,” he snapped. I gripped my cock and pushed the head against his hole.
“Fuck,” he rasped, breathing heavy. His gloved hands gave the mattress a death grip. I pushed my hand between the mattress and him, gripping his spent cock.
“Be a good boy and relax,” I growled, pressing against his entrance. His cock started to harden in my hand. Baz wasn’t particularly picky with his kinks. He liked getting off, and given the choice, he liked it rough. He seemed to enjoy any good porn-inspired scenario … which reminded me.
“Be a good older step-brother and let me fuck your ass,” I said.
“Fuck,” he hissed. His cock fully hardened in my hand. I ground my teeth and pushed. His breath was heavy, and his shoulders were tense as I slid further in. I’d waited years for this—a decade. Wanting, needing, and being denied again and again. I slid in further, and his cock jerked in my hand.
When Baz rejected me all those years ago, I thought I’d never get a chance to have this. I spent my puberty jacking off to daydreams of what this would be like. The look of him pinned beneath me, the grip of him on my cock. But this was better than anything I could have dreamed up.
This was as good as fucking Bree. The same feeling of utter satisfaction relaxing every muscle in my body. I melted on top of him, my thoughts bleeding out from my mind. There was nowhere else in the world I needed to be. Nothing else I needed to do but this.
I grabbed his jaw and turned his face to the side, wanting to see his profile as I fucked him into the mattress.
“Fuck,” he panted, his hair a mess—green strands everywhere.
His eyes were closed, heavy breath coming from parted lips.
A slight flush of green was on his cheek.
God, I’d done that. I pulled my hips back and thrust back in.
He sucked in a breath, fingers clawing at the mattress.
I could feel the warm wetness of his cum, slicking up my cock.
“You feel so good, stepbro,” I groaned, working my way in and out. He loosened, his face flushing even more green.
“You sick fuck,” I chuckled. When I began to jerk him off, he lifted his hips, giving my hand more space. But it felt like he was pushing his ass out, begging to be fucked harder.
“Baz,” I groaned, working in and out.
“You ever fucked a man before?” He asked.
“No.” I panted into his ear.
“Thank me,” Baz demanded, making me lose any sense of rhythm. Also, the van swerved.
“What the hell,” I growled.
“This is very distracting,” Orson said as an explanation up front. He cleared his throat. “Go on.” I rolled my eyes. Baz’s ass tightened around my cock, bringing a choked sound from my throat.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“Thank you for letting me fuck you,” I rasped.
He smirked, face half smashed into the mattress beneath me.
I saw the tip of his forked tongue snake out across his lips.
I began fucking him hard; my body covering his, pressing him into the mattress.
My hand up and down his cock in time with my thrusts.
“Keep thanking me,” he rasped.
I’m a genetically modified werewolf. A monster. Master of all and servant to none… but I kept thanking him as I pumped in and out, over and over, groaning thank you into his ear.
Baz groaned, and it felt like an electric current up my spine. The instinct to mark him took me over, burning out every other thought. The base of my cock started to swell.
I was going to come. My teeth ground together as I attempted to fight the urge, but as the first cresting ecstasy of an orgasm hit me, I couldn’t stop myself—I didn’t want to.
I wrapped his hair around my fist and buried my teeth in the nape of his neck. The first mate I’d had, and finally, after so long, I was coming inside him. I gripped the knot, squeezing it with my fist. As my teeth broke his skin, the taste of sour fire hit my tongue.
“Nemo. Fuck,” Baz hissed. My cock began to vibrate, silencing all his complaints. His groans sounded desperate as his hot release coated my hand.
I pulled back and spit out the blood that had pooled in my mouth.
It hit the bottom of the metal van and burned a hole in it.
I could look straight through and see the street moving beneath us.
As the last moments of Baz’s orgasm left him, an overwhelming relief seeped into my bones.
I felt drunk—my thoughts sluggish and my limbs hard to move.
Baz tried to pull away, and I growled, wrapping my arms around him like a straitjacket and dragging us both back down to the mattress. I pushed my cock back into him, making him hiss.
“What are you doing?”
“Knotting,” I said, wrapping my hand back around the swollen knot and squeezing. He tried to look over his shoulder and gave up.
“It doesn’t feel like it.”
“I left it out, but we’re staying like this until it goes down,” I told him. He struggled in my hold. My eyes slid to the front. Bree and Orson jerked forward when they were caught staring. Orson cursed when he looked at the road, swerving the van away from another car that honked loudly at him.
“Don’t kill us,” I growled. Then I pressed my nose against Baz’s bite and inhaled. Citrus and spice filled my head. My arm trapped him against me. I had no regrets about fucking him. I’d been an idiot to think I should wait.
“Let me fuck you again,” I said, dragging my tongue up the bite mark. Fire exploded across my tongue, making my cock jerk.
“Give me the watch back,” Baz demanded. I grabbed the watch from my pocket and held it out to him. He snatched it from me, quickly checking the time. His breath caught in his throat before he let it out slowly. His fingers shook as he slid the watch over his hand and clasped it in place.
“Two and a half hours.” Then he pulled away.