Chapter Twenty-Six #2
“What am I saving it for?” Jake asked. Then Doc’s hand was on his stomach, sliding down, until his fingers reached the elastic waistband of his shorts and slipped beneath them to mold around his thickening cock. Jake let out a low moan, and Doc’s breath ghosted his neck.
“That. I want to hear you.” Doc gave Jake’s dick a gentle squeeze. “Oh, I think you like it when I do that.”
“Then do it again?” Jake moaned softly when Doc stroked his shaft, still inside his shorts—until Doc lowered them, baring Jake’s ass.
Jake’s breathing caught, and his heart pounded, and then he was swept along on a tide of sweetness when Doc caressed his hips and ass with a reverence that took his breath away.
Doc helped him out of his shorts, then leaned over him once more to plant a kiss between Jake’s shoulder blades, followed by a trail of kisses down his spine until he reached Jake’s crease.
When Doc pressed his nose between Jake’s cheeks, Jake moaned again, the sound morphing into a startled gasp when a warm tongue flicked his hole.
“Oh dear gods.”
Then Jake felt it, the joy that surged through Doc, the exquisite pleasure that washed over him when he licked a path over Jake’s pucker.
Oh fuck. I can feel what you feel.
Doc repeated the action, and there it was again, a double layer of emotions as Jake heard the sounds of appreciation that escaped Doc’s lips and felt that appreciation reverberate through him. When Doc stroked Jake’s cock while he licked his hole, Jake had to fight the urge to come.
It’s been decades since I felt like this. The last person to bring him such unadulterated pleasure had been Miranda.
Which is why I’m taking my time.
Jake forgot to breathe as Doc pressed his tongue against his pucker, his fingers wrapped around his shaft, pulling on it gently, slowly, while he worshipped Jake’s hole.
Turn around, love.
Jake did as he was told and lay back against the pillows. Doc used his hands to gently spread Jake’s legs as wide as they would go, Jake’s cock jutting out, hard, precum already beading at the slit.
“What about you?”
Doc smiled and leaned in to kiss Jake on the lips. “I can wait. This time it’s all about you.” He flicked Jake’s nipples with the tip of his tongue before kissing his chest, his stomach, moving lower, lower, until at last he reached Jake’s rigid dick .
Doc bent down and rubbed his face along Jake’s shaft, and Jake placed his hand on Doc’s shoulder, stroking him, shuddering as he anticipated what he knew was coming, knew with every fiber of his being—
And then Doc knelt upright.
Jake wanted to growl, to yell, anything to feel that mouth on him.
Doc kissed Jake’s inner thigh once again on a slow and steady path downward, heading for Jake’s erect dick, and when he reached it, he traced the stony line of it with his tongue, flicking at the underside of the head, making Jake shiver, making him want—
At last, Doc’s mouth closed around the head, and Jake’s eyes rolled back.
Doc took more and more of it into his mouth, until his nose was in Jake’s salt-and-pepper pubes and his lips were stretched around the root. Jake put one hand on Doc’s head, stroking the graying hair, gazing into blue eyes that watched him as Doc gave his dick a hard suck.
Oh, Doc. Can’t describe how good that feels.
You don’t have to. I feel what you feel, remember? It works both ways.
Then Doc pulled free, and Jake groaned.
Doc chuckled. Patience. You’ll like this. Keep your legs like this. And touch yourself. Bring yourself to the edge.
Jake curled his hand around his shaft and tugged on it, getting into a rhythm.
Doc stretched out on his front, his face inches from Jake’s ass, and Jake pushed his head back into the pillows as Doc’s tongue renewed its acquaintance with his hole, only this time with a great deal more enthusiasm.
He pushed deeper, deeper, and Jake felt his body opening up for Doc, loving the moans Doc made as he ate Jake’s ass.
When Doc slowly slid a finger into him, Jake groaned good and loud.
That’s for another day , Doc told him. Then he licked a trail from Jake’s hole and over his taint, reaching his balls. He took one of them into his mouth and sucked on it, and his thoughts left Jake under no illusions that Doc was loving every second.
Doc’s gaze met his, the laugh lines around his eyes so prominent.
No one appreciates balls like a gay man.
Jake was inclined to agree. He pulled harder on his cock, chasing the sensations that trickled through him, lighting him up like electricity, zapping through his sac, along his dick… .
Doc’s mouth closed around both his balls, and Jake came, spurt after spurt that coated his stomach and thigh, each pulse as delicious as the one before it. The slow tongue that cleaned away every trace of come was the perfect ending.
No, scrap that. Doc’s kiss as he shared the taste of Jake was the only way to end Jake’s first consensual sexual experience in more than thirty years.
They lay together under the sheets, holding each other, Jake’s heartbeat returning to its usual rhythm.
Then he became aware of the silence.
“Doc? You okay?”
Doc sighed. “I’m sorry, that was incredibly selfish of me.”
“You’ve lost me. I got to be on the receiving end of a blowjob, I got to come, you did all the work… how is that selfish?”
He sat up. “You were a prisoner for thirty years. They forced you to breed. I said you needed to get yourself right before we moved on to sex. That taking it slow was okay. And then I go and—”
“And take my breath away with the sweetest, most unselfish act ever.” Jake arched his eyebrows.
“If I hadn’t wanted you to do it, I would have said so.
Have you ever thought that maybe I needed to feel again?
To know the person worshipping my dick was doing it because he loved me?
” Jake sighed. “And if we’re telling the truth, I was so nervous.
As soon as your lips touched the head of my cock, I was right back there.
” He took Doc’s hand. “There was a difference, though. A huge fucking difference.” Jake looked him in the eye.
“ You weren’t drugged. You weren’t a nameless, faceless person.
You weren’t doing it to get food.” He smiled.
“You were doing it out of love, and as your mate, I recognized that. I reveled in it. Am I ready to go further?” He shrugged.
“Honestly, I don’t know. I do know I’m going to talk to the therapist, like we said, but I think the love of my mate—of you—is helping to soothe the broken bits inside me.
Or at the very least, helping to stitch them back together into a semblance of the man I used to be. The one I want to be again.”
Doc cocked his head to one side. “I caught a fragment of a thought a moment ago,” he confessed. “Maybe it’s something you don’t want to discuss, but—”
“I can’t think of anything I would keep from you,” Jake confessed. “Especially after what you just did. So… what did you want to know? ”
“The Gerans captured you thirty-one years ago. Was… was there no one in all that time you could have formed a relationship with? Another prisoner?”
For a moment, Jake said nothing. At last he sighed.
“When they took me in Rome, I was a married man. As far as I was concerned, I was still a married man, right up to the point when Dellan told me Miranda had died. And every time they shoved me into a cage with another shifter, I fought to get free. My vows mattered, and they didn’t give a fuck about them.
So why would I take up with another woman?
My wife was still out there with our son, not knowing what had happened to me. ” His throat seized.
“You’d been gone a long time when she finally remarried, hadn’t you?”
Jake nodded. “I’m glad she got a second chance to find some happiness.
The guy she married sounded as if he was all right.
He took care of her and Dellan.” He stroked Doc’s chest. “So no, I haven’t had sex like that since before I was taken.
Every single fucking moment that took place after?
Doesn’t count.” He cupped Doc’s cheek. “Feeling your emotions when we make love? That is….” Tears pricked his eyes.
Doc rolled on top of him and kissed him on the forehead, nose, chin, cheeks, and finally his lips. “You deserve a second chance too. Don’t forget that. It’s time to live again.”
Jake smiled. “And love again.”
His mind went back to the prophecy.
Who’s waiting out there for us? He no longer doubted there was someone perfect for them—he just wanted them to hurry up so the three of them could spend what time they had left together.
Tomorrow is never promised.