Chapter 5 Warren
WARREN
Warren’s throat was still sore from getting his mouth used like a fleshlight earlier that afternoon, and here he was, pinned to the wall of the elevator, a different werewolf licking his way into his mouth like he was trying to fuck his throat with his tongue.
This could not be real life.
The elevator came to a stop with a ding, the doors sliding open, and Warren wrenched his mouth away from Marcus’s with a gasp.
“The doors are-”
Marcus – towering over him and caging him in with his huge body – let out a growl at the loss of contact, grabbed Warren’s jaw with a rough hand, and resumed kissing him with renewed vigor.
The doors closed, but before the elevator could start moving again, Marcus reached over to push the button to open them. He grabbed Warren between his legs and lifted him up, all the while kissing him, and carried him out into the hallway.
Warren could hardly breathe. When he tried to pull away, needing to get some air, Marcus let out another growl, grabbed him by his hair and held him in place.
Immobilized by Marcus’s grip on his body, his arms pinned against the werewolf’s powerful chest, Warren did his best to reciprocate as Marcus carried him down the hallway and ravaged his mouth.
It wasn’t easy. Marcus licked into his mouth like he was laying claim to it, sliding over his teeth and pushing towards the back of his throat. Every time he inhaled, he pulled the breath from Warren’s lungs so that he was left lightheaded and seeing stars.
“You taste so good,” Marcus grunted, releasing Warren’s mouth to lick a long stripe up the side of his jaw. He hoisted Warren up, latching on to his neck as he let go of his hair to reach for something in his pocket.
Finally able to breathe, Warren bent his neck back to give Marcus access so that the werewolf could keep kissing and sucking on his throat.
Marcus kept up the assault on his throat as he unlocked the door to his room, and the next thing Warren knew, he was inside Marcus’s room and being lowered back down to his feet.
“I want to see you,” Marcus said, grabbing the hem of Warren’s sweater and t-shirt and yanking them up. Warren stumbled, crashing into Marcus as the werewolf yanked the sweater and t-shirt off his arms.
Marcus dropped to his knees, and Warren had just a second to marvel at the fact that the werewolf was still taller than he was before Marcus bent down, grabbed him by his waist, and latched onto his nipple.
“Ow!” he cried, jerking away as Marcus started chewing on his chest.
Instead of letting go, Marcus let out a growl and yanked down his pants. Warren’s cock, rock hard and leaking, sprang free and came to rest against the dress shirt pulled tight across Marcus’s impressive pecs.
Every graze of Marcus’s teeth on his sensitive nipples had Warren crying out in confused pleasure, his cock spurting out pre-come and aching to be touched.
The slurping sounds Marcus was making and the way he was moaning were downright pornographic.
Licking his way down Warren’s stomach, trailing drool and biting down at regular intervals, Marcus put his hands back on Warren’s waist and lifted him up into the air.
Warren grabbed onto the werewolf's shoulders as Marcus lifted him overhead, a rush in his stomach like he was on a roller coaster. "Marcus! What are you—"
Marcus took Warren’s cock into his mouth and sucked.
Warren’s jaw slammed shut, the wet heat enveloping his cock making his toes curl and his gut clench in pleasure.
Fingers scrambling for purchase on Marcus’s broad shoulders, Warren held on as he received his second blowjob of the day from a werewolf.
This time he lasted longer, though not because Marcus’s technique was lacking.
Marcus took Warren’s whole length into his mouth, swallowing him down, and his forceful tongue knew exactly what it was doing.
It was just that Warren had already come twice in the past few hours – the second time being in the shower after cleaning out his hole in preparation for his date – and it was making it easier to hold off on embarrassing himself.
Marcus shifted his grip on Warren’s body, his hands moving from Warren’s waist to his ass. He squeezed Warren’s cheeks, his greedy hands holding Warren’s butt and spreading his cheeks open.
Cool air moved over Warren’s exposed hole.
Marcus carried Warren through the suite’s living room, walking past a dining area and a couch before taking him into a huge bedroom dominated by a king-size bed.
Releasing Warren’s cock from his mouth with a plop, Marcus tossed Warren onto the bed. Warren bounced, his teeth rattling from the impact with the mattress, and he turned around just in time to see Marcus advance.
The sight of the huge werewolf coming at him set off the alarm bells in Warren’s animal hindbrain. He scrambled back, fleeing to the top of the bed, his heart racing as Marcus grinned and pounced.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Marcus asked, his voice low and darkly amused. He pulled Warren down, yanking his pants the rest of the way off in the process, before flipping him over and crawling between his legs.
“Nowhere,” Warren said, overwhelmed and feeling extremely vulnerable. Marcus was still dressed in his business-daddy CEO getup – white shirt rolled up at the sleeves and pants bulging where his cock lay nestled against his thigh – and Warren had to admit to himself that he was very into it.
There was something incredibly erotic about being naked while the guy manhandling you still had all his clothes on.
“That’s right. You’re all mine, now. You’re not going anywhere.”
Marcus lay down between Warren’s legs, holding himself up on his elbows, and grabbed hold of Warren’s cheeks. He spread his ass and exposed his hole, blowing on it.
“Look at that pretty little hole.” Marcus bent down and licked across Warren’s rim. “It’s going to feel so good clamping down on my knot.”
Warren shuddered, the force of his arousal and fear making him dizzy.
He’d seen the bulge in Marcus’s suit pants – seen the way it snaked halfway down his thigh and bulged thicker than a can of Coke – and he knew in his heart of hearts that there was no way he was prepared to take that monster inside of him.
Marcus licked over his hole, his tongue pushing inside and making Warren hiss in pleasure.
Warren's voice came out weak and tremulous. “We can try, but I think you might be too big for me.”
“I’ll make it fit,” Marcus said, confident and dismissive. “Don’t worry about it.”
Rather than being reassured at all, Warren only worried harder.
“I think-”
“Don’t,” Marcus interrupted, slapping Warren’s ass and squeezing it. The sharp crack of the slap had Warren’s eyes bulging in shocked surprise. It hadn’t really hurt – had felt good even – but no one had ever smacked him before. “I don’t want you to think. That’s not your job tonight.”
“I can’t just turn off my brain,” Warren muttered, mutinous and feeling very, very strange.
Marcus slapped his ass again, this time hitting his other cheek.
It had no business feeling so good.
“If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.” Marcus moved over and kissed the skin where he’d just slapped him. “Don’t be scared.”
“I’m not-”
Marcus gave Warren’s cheek another slap, lighter and more playful this time. “Do you like it when I spank you?”
“Yes,” he admitted before he could think it through.
“And when I bite you?” Marcus bit down on Warren’s cheek, making a playful growling sound in the back of his throat and licking the skin trapped between his teeth.
“Yes,” he moaned.
“Of course you do,” Marcus said, standing up and looming at the end of the mattress. Warren watched him over his shoulder, his breaths coming in fast like he’d just run a sprint, his eyes tracking the movement of Marcus’s hands as he undid the buttons on his shirt.
Inch by inch, Marcus exposed his chest and abdomen, his slab-like pecs flexing as he pulled the shirt off his arms and tossed it to the floor. Catching Warren’s eye, he bounced his pecs, making them dance, and chuckled at Warren’s blush.
“Do you like that?” Marcus asked, unbuckling his belt and sliding it free. Warren was about to nod his answer when Marcus folded the belt in half and snapped it, the sharp crack of leather coming together making Warren flinch and his brain go blank.
“Look at you,” Marcus growled, palming his crotch and using the folded-up belt to trail up Warren's thigh. The leather was cool and hard to the touch, goosebumps blossoming in the wake of its touch. “I can't tell if you’re about to shoot your load or run screaming for the door.”
He slapped Warren’s butt with the belt, gently, little more than a tap.
“I’m not sure you know either.”
Warren swallowed, his brain still blue-screening. The spanking had been intimidating – Marcus’s hands were huge and his arms were massive – but seeing him holding the belt like he was going to whip him was more than Warren could handle.
He breathed a sigh of relief – or was it disappointment? – when Marcus tossed the belt to the floor with a laugh.
“We’ll save that for later.” Marcus moved back between Warren’s legs. He grabbed Warren’s thighs, spreading them to make room for himself, and took Warren’s ass in a meaty grip. “I don’t think you’re quite ready for whips and chains just yet.”
Warren whimpered. That implied that Marcus expected him to be ready for it at some point in the future.
Burying his face in the mattress, his thighs twitching when Marcus moved down and started making out with his hole, he seriously wondered if he should get up and leave.
Then Marcus reached up and found his cock, pulling it down flat between his legs, and Warren abandoned any thought of leaving.
Marcus licked his way from Warren’s hole, down over his taint, and then over his balls and down the length of his shaft with greedy enthusiasm.
He sucked the tip of Warren’s cock into his mouth, his nose pressed into Warren’s balls, and teased at his slit with the tip of his tongue.