Chapter 12 Rey #3
“Yes,” Carter said, pulling the strands over Rey’s shoulders to drape down to his lap. “It’s gorgeous.”
Rey smiled, coaxing Carter into another kiss.
He slid his palms down to grip Carter’s ass cheeks, lifting him up to straddle his waist. The stool creaked loudly in the quiet office, rivaled only by the wet sucking noises made by their mouths and the small moans rattling in Carter’s throat.
“I think you’ll be a serious distraction around here,” Rey said, rubbing his three days’ worth of stubble over Carter’s neck, marking the pale flesh.
“Can’t seem to keep my hands off of you. ”
Carter emitted a husky giggle. “Then don’t.”
Standing, Rey moved until he could set Carter on the desk, slotting himself between Carter’s thighs.
He seized Carter’s mouth in a passionate kiss while running his hands underneath Carter’s shirt, along the smooth skin of his back.
His cock throbbed behind the zipper of his jeans, aching to be buried inside of his mate once more.
Since he didn’t have any lube at the office—he made a mental note to order the stuff by the case to keep everywhere—Rey made quick work of opening Carter’s fly and taking out his long, slender shaft before pushing Carter’s shirt up underneath his armpits.
He tugged Carter’s cock slowly, working the entire length from tip to balls.
Carter whined, mouthing the skin at the base of Rey’s throat.
Using his other hand, Rey unbuttoned his jeans, sliding the zipper down with practiced ease, and freed himself.
“Rey,” Carter moaned, pushing his hips upward, trying to increase the friction on his dick.
“Naughty mate,” Rey rumbled, tightening his hold on Carter’s shaft to stop his movement. “I say when you get pleasure, little wolf.”
“Please, Rey,” Carter begged, so prettily it caused Rey’s cock to jerk.
Rey wanted to explore that more fully, but not here, not where others could hear his mate.
Instead of teasing Carter further, he aligned their shafts, licked his palm, and wrapped his fist around them both, stroking them together.
When they got home, he’d take his time learning every way to make Carter beg for him.
He lapped at Carter’s mouth, tracing the outline of his lips and drinking in the sounds Carter let free.
Drops of liquid seeping from the tips of both their dicks provided much-needed lubrication, and Rey spread it over their cocks, easing the friction of his palm on their sensitive flesh.
He didn’t draw out their pleasure, not wanting to risk Nevada or Jake walking in on them.
His tugs got faster, tighter. “Come for me, little wolf,” Rey commanded.
“Want to feel you cover my hand with your seed.”
Carter gripped Rey’s biceps, his eyes closed, lips slack as he lost himself to his lust. Rey memorized every feature, every flutter of his lashes, every grimace his mate made.
Shudders racked Carter’s body, and Rey sensed Carter getting closer to the edge.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let go. Shoot your load all over me. ”
A sharp cry erupted from Carter a second before hot spurts of semen spilled from his cock, covering Rey’s fist, cock, and some of his shirt.
The tangy scent of cum tantalized Rey’s nostrils, and he crashed over the precipice himself.
Grunts rattled in Rey’s throat as his own cock shot stream after stream between them, covering Carter’s groin and belly in his spunk.
It also saturated Carter in his scent, something his wolf relished, howling inside Rey’s mind.
Carter slumped against him, panting, trembling. He rested his forehead on Rey’s chest. “That was…”
“Fucking amazing,” Rey said.
“Uh huh,” Carter replied, still struggling to catch his breath.
“Don’t move.” Rey released their cocks, moved to a cabinet nearby, and grabbed some paper towels. He cleaned away their spent desire from Carter’s groin and lower belly, then helped fix Carter’s clothing, tucking his mate away with care.
A grimace dominated Rey’s face when he tried to clean the streaks off his black shirt.
Thankfully, he kept a couple of spares in his office in case of mishaps in the shop.
Opening his desk drawer, he grabbed a fresh one from inside, peeled off the soiled one, and pulled on the new one.
He tossed the dirty one onto the couch in his office and the paper towels into the garbage can.
The sounds in the shop had quieted, and Rey knew Nevada and Jake couldn’t have missed the noises he and Carter had made. But he couldn’t find it in himself to give a shit. He’d never had sex in his office, but this was his mate, and he planned on doing it again in the future.
Helping Carter off the desk, Rey guided him into his desk chair. “Order what you need to, sweetheart. I’ll be out in the garage helping with a couple oil changes.”
Carter blushed, nodding. Rey kissed his temple before leaving the office. Nevada and Jake both shot him cocky grins, to which Rey scowled at them and flipped them off. “You’re just jealous.”
“Damn straight,” Nevada replied, chuckling. Rey’s scowl faded into a wide-ass grin, and he laughed, picking up a nearby clipboard.