Chapter 10 Backseat Bane
Josh
Bane finds a secluded place to park, hiding his car near the tree line.
“This isn’t exactly private,” I point out. It’s better than being right at the front entrance, but we could still be discovered if any wolves are out running near the edge of our territory.
“It’s fine.” He kills the engine, confident our hiding spot is good enough. “Your pack is pretty chill. A defensive team isn’t going to swarm us, claws out and ready for war, just to investigate the suspiciously parked car.”
“No, of course not.” That was a pretty specific scenario he had ready to go. “Wait, is that what your pack would do?”
Instead of answering, Bane reaches over and cups my face, pulling me in for a deep kiss.
What was I worried about? His lips crash against mine, hungry and demanding. I don’t notice anyone nearby, and it feels like we have privacy here. I forget everything else.
All I can focus on is him. How his strong hands frame my face. The scent of worn leather from his favorite jacket. And the taste of him. God, it’s addicting. I need more.
A needy sound escapes my throat, and Bane growls in response, the vibration rumbling through me and sending heat pooling low in my belly. Kissing him makes my knees weak.
Maybe he’s the best kisser in the world. Maybe it’s because he’s my mate. Maybe both.
The only issue—”Ah, gearshift!” The stick jabs right into my belly.
“Come on,” he says, beckoning me to follow.
We climb into the backseat, the cramped space forcing us into close proximity. How convenient. His lap is exactly where I want to be. The instant I’m settled, his hands are on me, pulling my hips flush against his.
“You, uh. You’re wow. I have no idea what to do first.” My hands roam restlessly, mapping the hard planes of his chest and shoulders through his shirt.
“Got some ideas about that.” Bane’s hands slide back to cup my ass. Like it’s natural, our growing erections line up and we start grinding against each other.
The friction feels incredible, but too many layers separate us. I need skin against skin, need to feel every inch of him with nothing between us.
Bane must agree, tugging my shirt up while my hands attack the button on his jeans.
“Wait, ow, let me just—”
“Hold on a second.”
“Move over.”
“My body doesn’t move that way!”
It gets a little complicated, multitasking and maneuvering in the narrow confines of the backseat. Stupid sports car, all flash and no practicality.
Bane comes up with a brilliant solution.
“You know what? We’ll have more room if you get on your knees.”
Heat shoots through me, and my mouth literally waters at the idea. I slide down as he spreads his legs wider, creating space for me to kneel between them.
Then my brain catches up with my body and the nerves set in.
I’m nowhere near as experienced as him, and this has to be amazing. So amazing that he comes back for more. The pressure threatens to overwhelm my need.
My fingers fumble with his belt buckle. “Oh my god, why are belts so complicated?”
“Is this a personal problem you have?”
“No, not normally. God, I can’t believe we’re doing this. I mean, I want to do this, but it’s you. I’m in the back of Bane Blackwood’s car and I’m… I’m…” On the verge of total meltdown.
A hand in my hair makes me jump. His touch feels almost gentle as he cups the back of my head. “Relax, Fielding. It’s just a blow job. Don’t overthink it.”
He’s right. And though he sounds like a cocky alpha, his steady hand helps ground me.
I place my palm over the bulge in Bane’s jeans. He groans and his hips jerk into the contact. A surge of power courses through me. Bane craves me. He doesn’t know about our connection yet, but his body still needs mine viscerally.
“Keep going.” His hips snap toward my hand, rocking up helplessly for a few blissful seconds. The gold in his irises looks so bright in the darkness of the car.
I gain the courage to wrestle the dreaded belt buckle again. When I finally defeat the thing and free him from his boxers, I freeze when his cock springs free.
Bane’s uncut, long and heavy. All around big. This is what alpha cock looks like. Yes please. I need it. Bad. Maybe being mates created this primal hunger, a desperate need for that thick cock to fill me.
I take him in my hand first, giving him an experimental tug. I stroke him slowly, adding my mouth to suck on the head of his cock.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he groans.
Alright, off to a good start. I go slow, taking him into my mouth a few inches at a time. It gets easier because Bane is more responsive than I thought he’d be.
“God, you feel… Fuck. You’ve got absolutely nothing to worry about, just keep—yes!”
Hearing his rough voice filled with need spurs me on. I take him deeper, my lips sliding further down his shaft with each pass. His fingers abandon their gentle hold on my head, weaving through my hair instead, and my cock throbs every time he yanks the strands taut between his knuckles.
Before long, pure filth pours from his lips.
“Yeah, such a good little slut.”
“Never would have guessed you were such an eager cocksucker, down on your knees for me.”
“Take it deeper, Josh. C’mon, show me what you’re made of.”
Not too long ago, him making demands would have triggered every stubborn bone in my body and I’d have refused him purely out of spite.
In this context? The pure porn falling from his lips makes my cock harder. Whatever he needs, I’ll do it eagerly, anything to make him addicted to my mouth the way I’m already addicted to him.
“Fuck, who knew? Innocent little Josh Fielding sucks cock like a pro.”
Is that a smile on his face? An actual smile? The first genuine smile I’ve ever seen from Bane Blackwood and all it took was blowing him in the backseat of his car.
He touches my cheek where his dick rests against it, tracing the outline of his cock. “Okay there, baby? Can you keep going?”
Hell yes I can. Anything to hear him call me baby again. I push myself to take him deeper, to see if all of him will fit inside my mouth.
“Oh yeah, just like that. Hold me in your throat. So good, Josh.” It’s no baby, but my name does sound pretty incredible falling from his lips. “God, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna blow. Won’t be able to resist.”
Of course that means I must keep going.
“Oh, eager to have me cum? Want it to fill your mouth? Are you gonna swallow down every drop?”
His words make me moan around him. His fingers tighten in my hair.
“God, that feels so good. Okay, I’m not just dirty talking. I will spill if you keep that up… Fuck, alright then, I’ll give it to you. Gonna cum in your mouth, Josh.”
I take him as far as I can and use my hand to cover the rest, desperate to push him over the edge.
“Josh, I’m—fuck!” Bane’s hips jerk, and then he’s coming, his cock pulsing against my tongue.
The taste of him is a heady rush that has me swallowing greedily. I’m rewarded with deep, guttural moans that echo through the car.
I don’t stop, not even as his body relaxes and his grip on my hair loosens. I lick him clean, savoring the salty tang of him.
His breaths come in ragged gasps, and a surge of pride fills me. I did this to him. Me, the scrawny wolf from the ‘lesser’ Clover Pack, made the mighty Bane Blackwood fall apart using my mouth.
I sit back, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand.
That was intense. Guess it’s not surprising—he’s my mate, after all. Of course we’re compatible sexually.
But what now? What if he’s one of those shady guys who will use my mouth but isn’t into reciprocating, not with his hand or his mouth. Do I need to jerk myself off?
The worry only lasts a second.
“Come here, let me jerk you off.” He pulls me up and then I’m sitting on his lap with my back to him as he frees me from my pants and gets his hand around me. “I’ll blow you next time. It’s a real bitch for me to fit in between the seats.”
Next time. He wants more. The relief and his hand working have me going boneless on top of him, completely needy and desperate.
I open my mouth to say something, but it turns into a pure moan ripped right from a porno set. He jerks me off quickly yet expertly, like he’s trying to prove his hand will get the job done just fine.
“Oh, you, uh… Yes...” I try, but it’s hard to form words like he did. Fortunately, he seems to enjoy the breathless sounds he pulls out of me.
“Oh god, can’t last if you keep...”
“Say it,” he demands.
Huh? “Uh, I’m gonna cum?” Is that what he wants me to say?
“No, my name. Say my name.”
“B-Bane,” I voice shakily. “Mmm. Yes, B-B-oh my god, yes... What? Hey, keep going.”
His hand slows down on purpose. He wants to hear it again.
“Bane!”
He resumes his faster pace.
“Bane! Bane!”
His name becomes a mantra on my lips, repeated even when words lose all meaning. I keep saying his name and somehow his hand gets better and better.
Then he growls in my ear, and oh boy, I’m a goner.
“Bane!”
I shout his name a final time and cum harder than I ever have in my life.
It’s official. Being with my mate is amazing.