Chapter 5 #3
Walker smelled heavenly, like something spicy, a little earthy—a bit like tires and motor oil. He just smelled like a man, and Kota was drunk on the scent. It filled Kota’s lungs every time he breathed, dizzying and grounding all at once.
When Walker sat up again, Kota whined with displeasure until he picked up Kota’s legs, resting them against his chest as he lifted his lower half up off the mattress like he weighed nothing, repositioning him.
Fuck, Kota loved being manhandled. Walker spread his legs once more, still holding him beneath his knees, looking his fill.
“You’re perfect,” he muttered.
“What?” Kota gasped before he could stop himself.
Walker ignored the question, slipping his hand into the pocket that was built into the wall on the side of the bunk, pulling out lube and a condom.
Kota’s mood sank like a lead balloon. “Do you do this often?” he mumbled, face growing red at the thought of Walker on top of some other guy…or girl.
Walker smirked, dropping the condom beside them on the mattress, then popping the top on the lube to spread it over two fingers. He leaned over Kota, propping his weight on one forearm as he dipped his head. “What’s wrong? Jealous?”
Kota hissed as cold, lubed fingers teased at his entrance, stealing his ability to respond. Walker’s lips crashed into Kota’s open mouth as he slipped two fingers past his rim. Kota cried out, his body resisting the sudden invasion, the burn bringing tears to his eyes.
“For someone who claimed to be easy, you’re pretty tight,” Walker grunted, fingers fully buried inside him.
“I also said most people find me annoying,” Kota retorted, blinking away the wetness clinging to his lashes.
The searing pain faded with each careful thrust of Walker’s thick fingers. He kissed Kota over and over again like an apology, like he would be content to just do that all night.
“I’m—I’m good,” Kota whispered. “You can…you know.”
Walker sat back on his haunches, wiping his fingers on the abandoned towel at the end of the bed. Kota’s mouth went dry as he took in Walker’s cock. He was definitely proportional. It was…daunting.
“Is this the part where I ask if it’s going to fit?” Kota joked faintly.
Walker smirked at him, rolling the condom on before stroking lube over his length. “Is this the part where I sexily tell you I’ll make it fit?”
Kota couldn’t stop the low groan that escaped.
When Walker was ready, he once more grabbed Kota’s hips, hauling him closer, arranging him how he wanted him. Once more, he picked up Kota’s leg, pressing it to his chest, turning to kiss his ankle.
Kota wasn’t making it out of this alive. He was already breathing heavily, his heart hammering behind his ribs, and Walker wasn’t even inside him yet. The blunt pressure at his entrance had his whole body tensing until Walker dragged his teeth along his calf. “Breathe for me, little squirrel.”
Kota let out a heavy breath like he was meditating and not about to get fucked by the sexiest man he’d ever seen up close. “O-okay.”
He tried to will his body to cooperate, hissing as the head of Walker’s cock finally pressed past that tight ring of muscle. He didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside him. He didn’t move right away, just looked down at Kota.
The look on his face had Kota’s neglected cock leaking all over his belly. He understood what Walker meant by prey. He felt like prey. His heart was racing, he was panting like he’d run a marathon, adrenaline and lust pumping through him in equal measure.
The more Walker studied him like a wolf might, the more Kota felt like the squirrel Walker claimed he was. That shouldn’t have turned him on, but it did.
A million things ran through his mind. Walker was scary.
Walker was safe. Walker would protect him.
Walker might actually consume him. God, how he wanted Walker to consume him.
He’d let this man eat him alive. He’d hand him the knife.
There wasn’t enough space in his chest for the feelings swelling within him.
Walker shifted, pressing deeper, dragging a throaty moan from Kota. “I feel so…”
“So?” Walker asked, his gaze piercing directly into Kota’s soul.
“Full,” he managed, not sure how else to describe the feelings building inside him.
Walker pressed the flat of his palm to Kota’s lower belly. “You are. I can see myself right here.” He pressed down until Kota gasped, the pressure unbearable, but so hot. “I can feel myself, too.”
“Oh, God,” Kota choked.
Walker pressed Kota’s palm beneath his, letting him feel the bump there. He pulled back, then thrust forward, letting Kota feel the movement.
Kota gasped, looking up at Walker, startled. “Is—Is that normal?”
Walker frowned. “You’re fine. I promise I won’t hurt you in any way you don’t want me to.”
That was not the comfort Walker thought it was. Kota would let this man do anything to him.
“You—fuck—you can move,” Kota said, breathless.
Walker fell forward, caging in Kota’s head with his bulging arms. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, knocking another desperate sound loose from Kota’s chest. His toes curled into the wrinkled blankets.
Kota wrapped his arms around Walker’s neck, pulling him down until their lips met again, the older man swallowing every sound that fell from his lips as he fucked him.
Kota moaned, wrapping his legs around his hips.
It changed the angle enough to have his cock dragging over Kota’s prostate with every thrust.
His eyes rolled back, seeing stars behind his eyelids every time Walker dragged across that bundle of nerves. “Oh—Oh, wow. That’s…”
“You’re so fucking tight,” Walker said through gritted teeth. “So hot inside. You feel so good.”
Kota’s eyelids fluttered at the praise. “You, too. You feel so good, too. I’ve never felt like this. It’s crazy. It’s like I can’t catch my breath,” he admitted.
Walker growled, thrusting harder, deeper, cupping Kota’s head to keep him from slamming into the wall behind him.
It stupidly made Kota’s heart stutter. Or maybe he was in some kind of sex haze.
His cock was trapped between them, the friction of their bodies driving Kota closer to the edge even though they’d just started.
“Oh, fuck,” Kota cried, “Don’t stop. You feel so good. I’m so close.”
“If you can still form a sentence, I’m not doing a good enough job,” Walker said.
What did that mean?
That was the last coherent thought Kota had before he was sucked into pleasure like he’d never felt before.
Walker sat back on his knees, gripping Kota’s hips, holding him in place as he drove into him.
Heat roared through him, static filling his head.
By the time Walker wrapped a hand around Kota’s throbbing cock, he was ready to scream.
Instead, he cried. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks as Walker jerked him in time with his thrusts. The rough calluses on his palm were just this side of painful, making Kota sob with every stroke.
“Gonna come for me?” Walker rasped, hips snapping at a brutal pace.
“Yes,” Kota cried. “I’m so close. Fuck, can I?”
“You better,” Walker said, the cold tone in his voice zipping through the fog of Kota’s pleasure.
Kota’s hips arched off the bed as he came, his release jetting from him, hitting his chest and even his chin.
Had he ever come first during sex before?
Had he ever come by someone else’s hands before?
His thoughts were still hazy, confused, uncertain.
His body shook with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
It was like he was floating.
Until he wasn’t.
Walker kept going, once more falling forward, one hand planted beside Kota’s head as he fucked him. Pleasure gave way to oversensitivity. He bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to leave indentations.
Still, he didn’t tell him to stop. He let his hands roam Walker’s sweaty chest, staring up at him, the near primal look on his face stirring something deep inside Kota, something more distracting than pain.
“Hurts,” he heard himself whine.
“You can take it,” Walker growled.
“I can take it,” he echoed, nodding quickly. “I want you to finish inside.”
“Fuck,” Walker snarled, falling off rhythm.
Two more tight snaps of his hips and he was collapsing, burying his face in Kota’s neck as he throbbed inside him. What would it be like without a condom? With him just filling him up?
Walker was dead weight on top of him, but Kota didn’t care. He held him tightly against him, not wanting the feeling to go away.
Still, reality crept in. Walker pulled away, slipping free of Kota to dispose of the condom. Kota felt hollow, like something had cored him out then abandoned him.
But when Walker returned, he gathered him into his arms. “Why do you look so upset all of a sudden?”
‘Cause this is the first time I didn’t feel completely alone in the world.
“Just tired,” he said, burrowing closer. “Let’s just go to bed.”