Chapter 18 #3
Instead, he pointed to the carpet. “Down.”
Rebellion flared. I was so fucking close. A butterfly flapping its wings near my dick would have taken me out.
Jesse’s wolf watched me, and the beast rumbled in his voice as he said, “You don’t want me to tell you again, puppy.”
I climbed off the bed and sat on my knees with my fucking tail and my fucking collar and my fucking erection. His cum rolled down my thigh. Another streak cooled in my belly button.
“Stay,” Jesse said, and it took everything I had not to fire a “fuck you” in his direction.
He left the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. The toilet flushed. A second later, the shower ran.
Was he fucking serious?
I looked at the bathroom door, then at my reflection in the mirror. His cum was a shiny mess on my abs and dick. Globs of it dried on my thighs. The collar was a black band around my throat, and I thought of Blaine emptying Sterling’s trashcan.
Jesse emerged from the bathroom and trailed a cloud of body wash to the dresser, where he pulled out a pair of boxer briefs and stepped into them.
He left the bedroom, and I smothered a scream.
Seconds later, he returned with a stack of sheets in his hands.
He stripped the bed and remade it, and I counted to ten, then fifty, then a hundred in my head.
Finally, he stopped in front of me, and the cloud of body wash rolled down from on high. “That’s quite a pout, puppy. Something on your mind?”
“Yeah,” I snapped. “I’m fucking sick of waiting.”
His palm landed against my face. Not quite a slap, but not…not a slap.
We stared at each other, both trying to decide if I’d liked it. Everything south of my equator had already turned carbon into diamonds, so…
“Do it again,” I said.
Jesse smiled.
The next second, he gripped my throat. “That’s my puppy tail in your ass.” His fingers tightened, and he leaned over until we were an inch apart. “I give the orders. You follow them.”
“Yes, sir,” I rasped.
“Good. Do you need something from me?”
“Yes, sir. Please let me come.”
He released my throat. “Get up.” The second I stood, he grasped my dick and tugged, pulling up until I was forced onto the balls of my feet.
I made a pitiful sound, dancing in place like a moron.
The tail wagged behind me, and I caught its movement in the mirror over Jesse’s shoulder.
The dog tag in the hollow of my throat winked in the afternoon sunlight.
Jesse’s cum itched on my skin. None of it should have been hot, but I babbled for mercy, fires of lust licking around my calves.
Half the things that came out of my mouth weren’t words at all. “Please,” I panted. “Please, sir, I need to come so bad. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” He kept a vise grip on my dick, holding me on my toes. “You’re already doing everything I want.”
The fire climbed to my thighs. The tail bobbed in the mirror. The plug shifted in my body, and I pictured it splitting open my swollen, aching prostate like an overripe melon. I was going insane. Jesse had driven me out of my mind.
He tugged me closer and spoke against my lips. “You’ve been so good for me. Time to give my puppy what he wants.”
He released my dick and pulled me to the bed.
We fell onto it together, and he rolled me onto my stomach and gently worked the plug from my ass while I moaned and tried to fuck the bed until he delivered a sharp warning smack to my ass.
My hole fluttered, clamping on nothing. Cool air shot up my passage, which felt like someone had propped it open.
“Come on, baby,” Jesse urged, settling on his back against the pillows. He patted his thighs, and I straddled him and palmed his pecs.
“I love these things,” I muttered, spearing my fingers through the short, dark hair.
“Sit down.” He held his dick to my hole, and I rolled my hips and took him to the root.
Our groans probably reached the kitchen.
My ass squeezed hard, greedy for his dick after those hollowed out seconds of emptiness.
The plug had left me tender, but that was good, too, whatever part of me that craved pain thrilling at the sting.
And Jesse’s cock was warm and alive. So much better than the tail. His dick pulsed inside me, every twitch and throb heightened after the lifeless stretch of the silicone. I squeezed my ass around him.
“Move, baby,” he said, gripping my hips. “Ride me.”
I planted my hands on his chest and lifted until just the tip of him remained inside, then sank back down. My ass squeezed, and I did it again—and again, clamping tight around him and dragging my passage up his shaft.
He hissed, fingers biting into my waist. “Dirty boy. Teasing me.”
I slid my hands over his chest and wriggled on his cock. “I’ve earned it.”
He thumbed my nipples, then brushed his fingers over the tag on my collar. “You have. Use my dick, honey. Make yourself feel good.”
I tipped my head back and rode the shit out of his cock.
Lube smacked, my ass sucking at his shaft.
Every wet, filthy sound pushed me harder until I was yelling every time I slammed down.
The collar shifted against my throat, reminding me I was his.
The tag clinked softly as I bounced, my swollen dick bouncing with me.
“I’m coming,” Jesse growled. He grabbed my collar and tugged me down. “You come with me.”
I scrabbled for my dick and pumped twice before the orgasm tore through me. White exploded across my vision. My ass clamped down on Jesse’s cock, and he shouted, his hips bucking as he emptied inside me. I painted his chest and stomach with my cum, glistening ropes landing as high as his neck.
“Caleb,” he groaned, squeezing my hips and giving a final shudder. “Fuck…”
I collapsed forward, gasping against his shoulder. My heart hammered so hard I thought my ribs might crack. Jesse’s arms came around me, one hand cradling the back of my head while the other stroked down my spine. He went lower, tracing the hot, slick seal of my body around his.
“Jesus Christ,” I wheezed.
His lips brushed my cheek. “You did so good.” He rolled us, gently tipping me off him, and I jerked as his dick slipped from my tender hole.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I panted, my limbs like water. “But I probably won’t be as tight as a fiddle until morning.”
His huff of laughter warmed my shoulder. “I’ll take care of you.” He kissed my forehead, then unfastened the collar. The second the leather slipped from my throat, its absence was a different kind of ache.
Kind of weird, but whatever. Sterling was probably right, and I was a spectacular submissive. He didn’t need to know I agreed with him.
“You want a shower?” Jesse asked.
“Can’t walk,” I said. “You broke me.”
“I’ll carry you.”
“In a minute.” I turned into him and nuzzled his shoulder, breathing in the scent of my sweat on his skin. My ass throbbed. Every few seconds, my dick twitched like it couldn’t believe its good fortune.
“That was so hot,” I said.
Jesse’s smile was smug. “You liked my tail?”
“About as much as you liked my tongue.”
Laughing, he pushed hair off my forehead. “You need to eat something.” He caught himself right away and pressed a finger to my lips. “Don’t even think about it.”
I smiled against his skin. “Okay, pervert.”
“I’m serious. You need calories before you crash here in a second.”
“Later. I’m marinating.”
“In cum?”
“Whatever.” I wiggled closer to him and closed my eyes. Snuggling had never topped my list of must-haves in life, but Jesse was right: people had a way of changing their shape.
He pulled me into his arms, and we stayed like that, drifting with the distant traffic noises filtering through the window.
As sweat cooled on my skin, my mind settled on our most immediate problem.
“Do you think Stefanos is sending Emile to hurt us?”
Jesse untangled himself and lifted onto his elbow. “No. If the Council wished us harm, they wouldn’t announce it first.” His eyes went serious, the chocolate brown so soft they broke my heart a little. “We’re going to figure this out and put Rome behind us. Then I’m going to marry you.”
My heart did a cartwheel and a couple twisting layouts. “You want to make an honest man of me?”
“I mean, we already consummated our union.”
I looked down at myself and grimaced. “Yeah, our consummation is drying on my chest. And probably the carpet.”
Grinning, he rolled on top of me and kissed me until we were both smiling too hard to keep at it. When he pulled away, his eyes were soft again.
“Will you marry me, Caleb Lawson?”
How could I say no to him? I couldn’t. He didn’t know it yet, but Jesse was going to win every argument. Because I didn’t have it in my DNA to resist him.
“Yes,” I said, smoothing his eyebrow with my thumb. “I’ll marry you, Jesse van der Meer.”