Chapter 2 #2
Seth is spread out on his bed, the glow of the small television tinting his bare skin blue. And there’s a lot of skin to feast my gaze on. He’s naked on the thick quilt, one knee angled up, and I can see everything.
His smooth balls and soft cock look like they are pillowed gently on the soft sleeping material. The round globes of his ass spread just enough that I can see the dark skin around his hole.
My dick kicks in my pants, hardening to the point of pain. I can already feel pre-cum wetting my briefs. I reach down and stroke myself through my pants, biting back a groan.
A better man than I would back out of the room immediately. Or wake him up. But I’m not a good man. I never have been.
In a few steps, I’m at his bedside, looking down at his supine form. He’s perfection. Smooth, unblemished skin with just a hint of muscle definition. Enough to make it obvious he’s a man.
The need to touch him is overwhelming, but I’m not stupid.
It’s risky enough just being here right now.
He could wake up at any moment. Hell, this isn’t even normal for me.
It’s easy enough for me to find someone to fuck when my hand is no longer enough, and I’m generally not all that picky who that person is.
But those are rare occurrences. I’m not one to latch on to another person. This obsession. . .
I stop my internal debate, shifting slightly, and my breath catches when I see the light reflect off something on his ass. Hesitantly, I reach down and gently run a finger up the crack of his ass, my dick kicking hard when I feel the lube.
He doesn’t move when I press further, my fingers brushing against the wrinkled skin of his hole. Desire clenches my gut as I push, my finger breaching him with no resistance as it sinks into his body.
A moan slips from my lips, and I freeze at the sound, my gaze darting to his face. He doesn’t even twitch. My attention falls back to the heat of his ass around my finger and I can’t tear my eyes away from the vision of that ring of muscle swallowing my digit.
Swallowing, I pull away from him and fumble for the zipper of my pants. I’m so hard that the moment I free my dick from its prison of fabric, it’s a relief. The head of my cock is practically purple, a long string of pre-cum leaking almost down to the mattress.
This is not only ridiculous, but reckless. Especially for me. I always have control of myself and the situation I am in. I have to be. I am Loup-Garou. Losing control means a lot of people die. But my wolf is making it far more difficult than normal to stay in control.
So why the fuck can I not stop looking at this man’s glistening hole? Why can’t I stop thinking about what he would look like stretched out and gaping?
With my hand still wrapped around the base of my dick, I finally rip my attention away from the perfection of his body to a prescription bottle on his nightstand.
That wasn’t there the other day when I looked through his apartment.
I reach over and snatch the bottle with my free hand.
I don’t recognize the medication but the directions state it’s for sleep.
No wonder he hasn’t even stirred. I glance over at Seth briefly, making sure he’s still out before I put the bottle back on the nightstand and fish my phone from my pocket.
Absently, I stroke myself as I shoot a text to a co-worker of mine who also happens to be a pharmacist. Almost immediately, the three little dots pop up at the bottom of the screen.
I let out a soft growl when those dots disappear, my patience already on a razor’s edge. Against my better judgment, my attention drifts back to Seth’s ass. I’m not one for fancy words, but voluptuous and curvaceous would be apt descriptors.
But as much as the curve of his ass entices me, it’s the slicked-up hole that catches my gaze. The wrinkled flesh flutters, as if it can feel my eyes on it, and I swallow compulsively.
Letting go of my dick, I run my fingers around his rim.
I slide two fingers inside and my knees damn near give out when his tight heat clenches around me.
His lips part in a silent gasp as I slowly push inside until my knuckles settle against his ass and hold them there as I get my breathing under control.
Something about penetrating this young man as he sleeps makes my stomach clench, arousal ricocheting around my nuts until they draw up to hug the base of my dick. It’s a kink I never knew I had. My wolf approves, and I have to physically force myself from mounting him like a dog in heat.
I slowly thrust in and out of his body, watching as his rim grips my fingers and gapes just the slightest bit when I withdraw completely.
My phone pings, and I glance down to see that my co-worker finally replied.
KIM: That’s a heavy-duty sleep med. It’s a controlled substance and used for patients suffering from extreme forms of insomnia. If you’re needing him to talk you might have some difficulty waking him up. He’d also probably be groggy and/or incoherent for a bit.
I consider that. If the kid is using an alias and suspects his uncle is mixed up in the business, why is he taking sleep meds? Why would he risk making himself this vulnerable? Unless his having an alias and his uncle being a rat aren’t related.
FRANKIE: I don’t need to get him to talk just yet. But how difficult would it be to wake him up?
KIM: Depends on the individual. I’ve known some that just took a bit of shaking, but they’d be super groggy and might have a headache. I’ve also had some that you could set off a bomb next to them, and they won’t move until the drug is out of their system.
KIM: You got a rat you need to wake up? I could probably make something up for you if you give me a couple of days.
KIM: Unless you are looking to get them talkative when they do wake up. Got something experimental I’ve been working onto make your job a bit easier.
I grin down at the text, my hand stilling as I read his messages.
Kim isn’t actually his real name, but I learned long ago not to use real names in my phone’s contact list. Kim is our chemist and pharmacist in the organization.
He’s the one we go to when we need drugs cooked up for our interrogations.
He’s also the one that makes Narcan in case anyone decides to be a fool and overdose on their own shit.
Frankie: Nothing like that. But how do you find out how difficult it is to wake them up?
KIM: Shrug emoji Just have to try and see what works.
I glance down at Seth, my fingers still firmly enveloped in his ass. He breathes deeply; one hand curled under his chin while the other is thrown across the mattress. His only movement is when his mouth opens slightly in a breathy gasp as I go back to finger fucking him.
I don’t want to wake him, but I don’t want to stop what I’m doing either. I want to fuck him, exactly like this. But I can’t risk it. So, I’ll have to work my way up to it instead.
My dick releases another burst of pre-cum at that and I wrap my fist around it, my hips bucking forward before I can stop myself.
Fuck, the need to come is overwhelming, but before anything, I want to taste him. This might be my one and only chance after all.
I extract my fingers, shifting so that I can climb between his thighs. I freeze when my foot kicks something that clatters briefly, but he doesn’t even twitch.
Bending down, I grab the object, amused when I see that it’s one of those grip strengtheners. I grin at the first thought that trickles into my brain as I eye the exercise tool. But first, I have something more important to do.
Gently, I lay my body between his spread legs, my mouth close enough that I can nibble on all those exposed bits to my leisure.
Or until he wakes up.
I stick my tongue out and lick up his soft shaft, all but purring at the taste of him. Seth lets out a soft moan as I lick him again, going higher until I’m lapping at his balls. His hips shift, moving in disjointed thrusts in his sleep as he lets out a breathy mumble.
My first taste of him as I drag my tongue over his puckered hole has me groaning, my hips pushing into the mattress. The strawberry flavored lube doesn’t hide his natural musk, and the combination is my new favorite flavor.
I lick into him, feasting on his taste. His breathy moans have my hips bucking against the bed, the friction on my dick a delicious pleasure that wicks up my spine. My wolf howls through me, damn near rabid, and it’s physically painful to keep from shifting and claiming the man as mine.
I ravage Seth’s ass until he’s loose and soaked in my spit before I pull away and my dick throbs when I see just how hard I’ve made him. His pretty cock is swollen and angry, the blanket damp with his pre-cum.
Even though I know it’s wrong, I slowly get off the bed so I can grab the lube from his nightstand. My dick is so hard that it hurts at this point, but I’m willing to deal with the pain. I have no intention of simply taking what I want from him.
My dick kicks as I grab the grip strengtheners and cover it in the lube as I move back to Seth’s prone form. His eyebrows are furrowed, lips pursed as he lets out the lightest snore I’ve ever heard.
I’m not thinking clearly; my lust and my need to claim him is overpowering any logical thinking that’s struggling to make it to the forefront of my thoughts.
I can’t fuck him, though. If I try to while this aroused, there is a risk that I’ll shift and quite literally rip him in two.
In my wolf form, I’m nearly nine feet tall and my dick grows in proportion with me.
Fucking him in that form without proper prep could kill him.
So, instead, I’ll fuck him in other ways.
I notch the exercise equipment against his hole and push. My mouth is dry, and I swallow convulsively as his pucker opens for me, and I can slide the ribbed handle inside of him. He takes it so well, his ass greedily swallowing the tool, the second handle rubbing against his taint.