Chapter 6 #2
We stopped on the fourth floor to return the mug. Vicky thanked me, laughed at her absentmindedness, and tossed her long red hair over her shoulder. “Hey, you two want to come in for some coffee? Life’s boring since I got let go from work.”
I wasn’t crazy about the way she scanned Dustin up and down and pursed her lips.
“No thanks,” I told her. “Gonna go brainstorm how to address this problem with the building.”
“Well, sure. Invitation’s open if you need a break.” She leaned against her open doorway in her tie-dyed top and miniskirt, and I felt her gaze on my back until the stairwell door shut between us.
Dustin murmured, “She’s pretty, and she’s clearly interested in you.”
“Not my type,” I told him. Vicky was nice enough, but she went through boyfriends like a Labrador retriever went through toys.
She must’ve been single again, but I’d never felt any attraction to her, only worry about her lack of self-preservation.
Not enough worry to let her have Dustin, though.
“It was you she was looking at like you were the last donut in the box.”
He chuckled. “So, Wade, what is your type?”
I tripped over the third-floor doorsill, which was pretty damned embarrassing for a werewolf, and led the way back to my apartment.
Passing Nina Young’s door, I heard the shrill yips of her Chihuahua, Foxy, and Nina frantically shushing her.
We were supposed to be a no-pets building, fortunately since animals do not like wolves.
Foxy was technically a forbidden secret, but I wouldn’t tell.
Nina sometimes brought me cookies to unnecessarily bribe me to silence, and never seemed to wonder why her rat-dog barked at me the most.
“I bet even that little yapper is a protected part of your pack, huh?” Dustin joked under his breath.
I turned the key in my lock, twisted the handle, and opened the door by shoving Dustin against it, hard. He laughed and retreated far enough for me to shut the door again and turn the deadbolt. We stood there in my darkened apartment, staring at each other.
Wolf blood gave me the hearing to notice when Dustin’s heart picked up speed.
It let me detect the shift in his scent, from travel-stale sweat to something deeper and muskier.
Dustin didn’t move forward, didn’t retreat, just watched me, his dark eyes unreadable in the low light.
His chest rose and fell in a deep breath.
Was he scenting me too? What did my body tell him?
Did he know I was teetering on a precipice?
I swallowed hard. “You weren’t completely wrong. About me.”
One corner of his mouth curved up in the shadows. “I know.”
A bolt of heat cut through me at the voice, the words, the little smirk I could barely see.
I lunged at him, reaching for his head. A millisecond of wondering if I’d misread him and was about to get punched evaporated as he grabbed my shoulders and yanked me against him.
For a moment, he had me trapped by his bulk, then he spun us so I had him pinned with his back to the door and the empty room behind me.
That sign that he was thinking of my comfort, giving me the space and control, burned away whatever doubts I’d had.
I craned my neck enough to mash our lips together in a rough kiss, unfamiliar with being on the short end of a four-inch height difference.
He bent to meet me. His mouth opened over mine and he tilted his head so we fit just right, his lips warm, his teeth hard, his tongue driving against mine.
I’d kissed people before, but mostly women.
I liked women, and they were easy to be with.
Those were soft kisses, teasing and asking, leading somewhere.
Not explosive heat like this. The rare times I’d been with a man had been hurried encounters, with kissing and foreplay mostly off the table in favor of coming as fast as possible.
I’d kissed a couple of men as we jammed our hands down each other’s pants, but it’d felt secondary, something to do with our faces while we jerked each other to oblivion.
Dustin’s kiss wasn’t secondary. He pressed his mouth to mine over and over, between nipping my lower lip and slipping his tongue inside with a rhythm that made my cock hard.
Two minutes of being kissed by Dustin had me ready to drive nails.
I gripped his hair tighter and tried to do the same back, shoving my whole body against his.
When he opened for my tongue, I almost came, just from the way he let me take his mouth.
I gasped and broke away.
He stayed put, his shoulders to the door, peering at me. “Okay?”
“I’m twenty-nine years old and I would like to last more than two minutes, thank you.”
Laughter shook him and his voice lost its tension. “What a terrible problem to have.”
“Speak for yourself.” I took a deep breath which didn’t help, bringing me the rich scents of our mutual arousal.
“Is this your first time with a man?”
“No,” I snapped, then admitted, “There haven’t been many. I do like women.”
“I bet that’s been useful.”
“Useful.” I thought back to all the years of stuffing this part of me deep, deep down inside and pretending I was straight. “Yeah, I suppose. I’d hoped I could find the right woman someday and not have to worry about my gay half.”
His tone cooled. “You still could.”
Don’t think so. Not anymore. I told him, “My bedroom’s fifteen feet away. The bed’s pretty sturdy, although it’s just a single.” I hadn’t regretted that till now.
“Are you sure?”
“Get your ass in there, Fixer.” My wolf lent a surprising growl to the words.
Dustin bowed his head as if to an Alpha, and began to slip past me.
I grabbed his arm instead. “I didn’t mean to make that sound like an order, y’know? I’m not trying to boss you around.” The entire pack would’ve laughed at the idea of me outranking Dustin. His deference, even in play, shocked me.
“We’re fine. I don’t mind if you boss me.” He caught the back of my neck, kissed me fast, and kept on going to the bedroom.
Don’t mind if you boss me? It took five seconds for my brain to restart. Then I hurried after him.
He’d closed my curtains and stood by the bed, silhouetted by the bedside lamp. The size of him, the sheer muscle and bulk in a snug black T-shirt and jeans, made me hungry. I stalked toward him and snagged the hem of his shirt, tugging lightly. “I want you.”
“You have me.”
“How?”
“However you want.”
I didn’t actually know what would slake the fire building in my groin, but I said, “Naked. To start with.”
Dustin kicked his shoes aside, peeled off his socks, and yanked his T-shirt over his head. The expanse of his dark-furred chest kicked my arousal up another notch.
“Pants too.”
He set a hand to his belt. “What about you?”
My dick, hard and straining against my jeans, suggested yeah, naked would be good.
I undressed, stepping from foot to foot, my gaze fixed on Dustin’s thick cock as he tugged jeans and underwear down and off.
His ruddy cockhead emerged above the foreskin, bobbing as he rocked his weight.
His wide shaft wore a network of raised, bluish veins against his winter-pale skin.
I kicked my clothes aside and considered going to my knees. I’d sucked off two human men in return for the same favor from them. Hadn’t loved it, hadn’t hated it, but my mouth watered at the thought of tasting Dustin.
Before I could make a move, he reached for me and pulled me against him, finding my mouth again with his.
My pulse kicked into high gear at the hard press of his bare cock against my hip, the weight of his arm around my shoulders, the grip of his strong fingers on my ass.
I kissed him back, and he slipped a thick thigh between mine.
Dignity be damned, I fisted my fingers in the back of his hair and humped his leg while thrusting my tongue into his mouth.
Heat lashed through me, mouth, ass, groin aflame, my climax hanging on the brink.
Dustin wrenched himself free. His chest rose and fell with fast breaths.
He met my gaze, then sank to his knees and leaned forward.
The wet suction of his mouth on my dick dragged a groan from me.
I couldn’t control the buck of my hips, a thrust that became fast and furious as I pushed my needy cock between his lips.
He took everything I gave him, his mouth wet and red, spit sliding down his chin, his eyes wide and dark.
His grip on the back of my thighs urged me on.
So hot. So perfect. So mine. So, so, so— I groaned louder, my entire body convulsing, and came in a lightning-blast of pleasure.
Oh, God. Sex had never been like this. I couldn’t see past the spark-filled mist clouding my vision, couldn’t hear beyond the hammer of my own pulse.
The smells of our bodies and the vanilla-sharp tang of spunk overwhelmed my nose.
Dustin’s grip steadied me. As the world came back to my senses, he let my softening cock slide free, giving the head a final, flat-tongued lick.
I sank to sit on the bed, bracing my hands on either side of me to stay upright.
He waited on his knees till I met his eyes, then that mobile corner of his mouth quirked, and he said, “Was that okay?”
“You clown.” I set a hand under his chin, leaned forward, and licked the traces of me off his lips. Not something I’d ever imagined doing with a woman, but the flavor of us together made me shudder and smile. “Give me a minute and I’ll return the favor.”
Dustin sat back onto his heels, his cock rising hard between his thighs.
“I’ll never turn down a blow job, but what I really want…
” He hesitated, so unlike Dustin that I wondered what was coming next.
A blow job I could fumble my way through, but anything more was daunting with that fat cock pointing at me.
Still, I prompted, “Yes?”
“I want you to fuck me once you’re ready again. If you want that too.”
“You do?” I’d never done anal. In all the ways of having sex with a man, that’d felt the most unnerving. The least wolf-acceptable, at least from underneath. Wasn’t letting someone fuck you the ultimate gesture of submission?
I stared down at Dustin. He was kneeling and asking a favor, but his pose held no submission. He kept his chin up, his gaze direct on mine, his shoulders back, his feet curled under those powerful thighs, ready to launch him into action.
“You don’t have to,” he said mildly, as if talking about the weather. “I thought it might be fun.”
“Fun?”
“And hot. Very hot.” He grabbed his cock and ran a fist up and down his length. A thin thread of precum dripped from his slit, and I followed its motion to my bedroom floor. Licked my lips. Swallowed. “Blow jobs are good too,” he noted.
“No, I… I want to.” I suddenly did. Wanted all of his size and power and heat under me, taking me, giving himself to me. “But I’ve never, and it’s going to take me awhile to go again.”
“I’m in no rush.” Dustin’s grin turned wicked. “I don’t mind taking my time getting you back in the mood.”