Chapter 7 Warren #5
“Let me,” Harland said, interrupting Warren from pushing his hand into his underwear.
He grabbed Warren under his arms and lifted him into his lap, turning him around so that he faced the fireplace and dropping him into his lap.
He tried to undo the fly on Warren’s jeans, but his massive fingers and thick gloves made him clumsy, and he struggled to get the button.
Warren took over, rushing to open up his pants and free his cock. It was still sticky from his earlier load, his underwear sporting a huge wet spot, and rock hard.
“Pretty,” Harland said, taking Warren’s cock in his fist and jerking it.
Warren’s whole body flailed, Harland’s thumb going right for the most sensitive spot on his cockhead, and Harland had to clamp an arm over his chest to keep him pinned in place as he expertly jerked him off.
“Can I bite you again?” Harland asked, swiping the gloved pad of his thumb up and down over the expanse of Warren’s cockhead.
“Sure,” Warren said, breathless and writhing, his pleasure building and building higher and higher as Harland worked his cock. He held on to Harland’s arm across his chest, clutching at his leather-clad forearm, and pressed himself back into the muscular expanse of Harland’s torso.
Leaning down, Harland licked over his neck, right over the mark Marcus had bitten into his skin, and bit down.
Warren came, Harland’s teeth in his neck and thumb working the head of his cock like a demon making him see stars.
It was too much, and yet the pleasure just kept coming and coming, roiling his body and making him feel like he was made of light.
He might have passed out, just for a moment. Warren found himself panting, Harland licking his neck and stroking his chest, his cock lying spent and exhausted against his stomach.
“Good?” Harland asked, a smug grin in his voice. Warren looked up at him, and though there wasn’t much of an expression on his face, the lines around his mouth echoed the cocky happiness in his tone.
“Very,” he admitted.
A bit of post-nut clarity set in, and Warren wondered what he was doing. This was the third werewolf – or at least werewolf-like – person he’d slept with this week.
Was he a slut for werewolves? What was he doing?
“Stop thinking,” Harland commanded, grabbing Warren’s nipple through his shirt and giving it a sharp tug. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”
Warren let himself be calmed by the absolute certainty in Harland’s voice.
“I know,” he said.
Warren was a free man. He could sleep with whoever he wanted, and he’d never made anyone any promises.
“Do you have the contact information for this other guy you’re seeing?” Harland tucked Warren’s cock back into his jeans and gave his crotch a squeeze. “I’d like to talk to him – just to make sure we’re all on the same page.”
“And what page is that?” Warren asked, on edge. The idea of Harland and Marcus interacting filled him with a strange sense of dread.
“That this is all up to you,” Harland stroked Warren’s chest. “And that none of us have any right to be angry with you for who you choose to be with, even if you don’t choose us.”
Warren relaxed.
“Or if you choose all three of us.”
Warren twisted his head and stared up at Harland, shocked, wondering if he’d just heard him right.
“What do you mean?”
Harland stroked the back of his fingers down Warren’s cheek. “It was just a thought.”
Warren flashed back to Max eagerly talking about how he wanted to fuck Warren while Harland fucked him, the three of them all sleeping together. Warren hadn’t really thought he was serious, but now he couldn’t help but picture the scenario again, this time with Marcus added to the mix.
He couldn’t quite see how it would work. Max would yield to whatever Harland commanded, Warren was pretty sure of that, but any time he tried to imagine Harland and Marcus interacting, he couldn’t picture it ending in anything but a fight.
“Come on, let’s head upstairs.” Harland rose up to his feet, lifting Warren with him and setting him down gently.
He tucked his cock and come-drenched balls into his suit and zipped it up, placing a hand on the back of Warren’s neck and steering him toward the door.
“Max is probably wondering what’s taking us so long. ”
Warren glanced down at the bulge in Harland’s suit. He imagined what it must feel like inside there, Harland’s cock and balls sticky with come and trapped by the leather of his suit, the scent no doubt overwhelming.
Remembering what it had felt like when Max pushed him into his leather bomber jacket and zipped it up behind him, Warren wished that he could experience something similar, but with Harland’s tight motorcycle suit.
He knew that he wouldn’t fit, but the idea of being trapped against Harland’s body, held tight by leather as he breathed in the scent of his skin and felt the hardness of his muscles, was intoxicating.
“What are you thinking about?” Harland asked, leaning down and pinching the shell of Warren’s ear between his fingers.
“Nothing!”
Warren blushed, feeling like an absolute weirdo. Who daydreamed about climbing inside other people’s clothes while they were still wearing them?
“You can tell me later. Whatever it is, I’m sure we could make it happen.”
Warren could feel his face blushing – pressure building in his cheeks and forehead – but he pretended that it wasn’t happening.
“Should we go up?” he asked, changing the subject. They were just standing there, in front of the steel door leading out of the room.
“Of course. I’ll carry you. It’s a long climb.” Harland grabbed Warren under his arms and lifted him up to his chest, shifting his grip down to his ass and holding him one-handed. Warren wrapped his arms around him and held on.
The door opened, and the next thing Warren felt was a rush of air and noise that culminated with him and Harland standing at the top of the stairs, in front of the other steel door.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered, disoriented and wondering if he was going to throw up. It was one thing to blink and see that Harland had moved too fast for his eyes to track, and an entirely different thing to come along for the ride. “I think I’ll walk myself, next time.”
Harland lowered him to his feet, opening the door and steadying him as they walked through.
“So, there’s going to be a next time?”
Warren flushed, unable to deny that he wanted there to be. Harland was a completely different experience to sex with either Max or Marcus, and the idea of not getting more felt like a tragedy.
“I don’t know.” Warren gave himself a little shake, his stomach settling. “Do you think my ride’s here? And I should probably say goodbye to Max, right?”
Harland put his hand on the back of his neck and gave it a squeeze.
“Let’s go see.”