9. CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 8
Was it possible to stop breathing, yet still be very much alive? Transfixed in front of the mirror Channing had nowhere to hide as he stared at the hunger in Baz’s gray eyes that darkened with desire with each inch of skin he touched.
Then to have Baz tell him he actually wanted Channing to fuck him…How he was still standing after that bone melting admission, he had no clue. At five-foot-two, he’d never met anyone who assumed he was anything but a bottom. Not that he’d really cared, but still it would have been nice to have a chance.
“You would?” His voice was more of a squeak when he was finally able to breathe enough to speak.
Damn if the gray in those eyes didn’t become nearly black as lust flared in their depths. “Definitely. Nothing would make me happier.” Baz’s firm lips curved up seductively. “Well, one thing would and that is for us to claim each other as mates. I’m praying you’ll agree to make me yours.”
Fuck . Channing shivered as his cock throbbed. He would have expected someone like Baz to declare Channing was his, not the other way around. In the end, it meant the same thing, as if they officially mated, they would belong to each other. Yet, it meant so much to him that Baz hadn’t even hesitated to declare he wanted to belong to Channing.
Any lingering doubts that his mate actually wanted someone like Braydon more than him fled as he lifted his arm up until his hand hooked behind Baz’s neck. Tugging lightly, he loved that Baz didn’t need any more encouragement to lean down and offer up his lips.
Kissing over his shoulder was a bit awkward, but it was still hot as hell. That he was completely naked, and Baz was clothed only made it that more erotic. Rubbing his ass back against Baz’s groin, Channing ended the kiss and told his mate what he wanted most. “As much as I’d love to top you, for this, I want you to show me just how much you want me.”
Baz groaned as he twirled Channing around and branded him with what had to be the hottest kiss ever. His toes curled against the floor as he sank against his mate. His mate. That seemed so fucking surreal. No. What was unbelievable was how much his mate seemed to want him.
The sensation of those strong hands sliding from Channing’s waist to his ass sent his hole fluttering with anticipation. He moaned into the kiss when Baz’s fingers slipped along his crease before tapping against his pucker.
Fuck.
Needing to touch as much of his mate as possible, Channing started to unbutton Baz’s shirt. As he got one through the little opening, he’d skim his fingertips along each inch of skin it exposed. Muscles flexed under his ministrations sending little shocks between them.
Baz ripped his mouth from the erotic kiss. Channing nearly groaned in dismay but before the sound could escape, he was moaning with desire as teeth nipped along his jaw followed with soothing laps of Baz’s tongue.
When he managed to free all the buttons, Channing spread open the shirt and pushed it off those broad shoulders. They were too close together for him to get a good look, but what he saw had his mouth watering. Leaning in, he licked the warm skin, relishing the flavor of salt, sweat and something sweet he assumed was a hundred percent Baz.
All those muscles were on display for him and Baz. Without a doubt, Channing had hit the lottery when it came to having the sexist mate. And the kindest. Never in his life had anyone taken the time to let him know he was good enough. Not even his parents. Sure, they loved him, but when push came to shove it had always been their way or the highway.
“Damn your mouth feels so fucking good on me,” Baz groaned as he massaged the muscles guarding his entrance. “Almost as good as you taste on my tongue.” He punctuated that statement with nip of his teeth down the column of Channing’s throat before soothing the sting with long licks of his tongue.
Wanting more, Channing let his head fall back onto his shoulders to give his mate more room. He could get lost in Baz’s touch.
“So sweet,” his mate murmured. “Yet I can still taste the salt and sunshine from being outside. You’re like a present to my senses that keeps on giving.”
Tears pricked Channing’s eyes at the way his mate treated him as if he meant something. Shifting to get even closer, Channing realized Baz still had his pants on. Reaching down, he managed to stop the shaking of his hands long enough to unbutton them and open the zipper.
When he pushed the material down, he could only get it to the tops of Baz’s thighs since his mate seemed reluctant to stop his exploration of Channing’s neck and shoulders. Not that it mattered, at least at the moment. Eventually, he wanted Baz naked as he was, but for now, he was content to wrap his fingers around that stiff length and give it several strokes.
Talk about being lucky. Channing wouldn’t exactly call himself a size queen, but he had no doubt Baz would stretch him to his limits until he felt completely filled by his mate.
“Mhm, yours,” Baz murmured as he thrust into Channing’s fist. “Need you.”
That was something he could definitely get on board with. “Me too.” Then he stepped away from that magnificent body, went to the bed and crawled across the mattress, giving his ass a few extra shakes of enticement. “Maybe you should come over and show me just how much you want me.”
As if he were too enthralled by the sight of Channing to realize his pants were still around his thighs, limiting his movement, he nearly face planted when he took a step closer. Grinning like a loon that he’d managed to distract Baz to that point, Channing shook his ass once more, earning him a moan of pure need.
Talk about a heady experience. If this was how it was going to be with his mate, Channing was looking forward to a lifetime with Baz. That was when Baz stripped off his pants, leaving Channing forgetting how to breathe as he stared at the stunningly perfect sculpted body.
Suddenly felling inadequate compared to the stronger, more muscled man, Channing searched for something to cover his body with. He wasn’t certain if Baz sensed his unease or if he was just reacting to seeing his mate, but he strode over to Channing, crawled onto the mattress behind him and licked over the crease of his ass.
“Fucking sexy,” he practically purred despite the way Channing shrieked in surprise. “My mouth is watering to eat that sweet little hole. And fuck if my cock isn’t weeping with the need to be encased in your tight heat.”
A tear tumbled down Channing’s cheek at the praise. He’d never had anyone want him as much as Baz said he did. Hell, Tad hadn’t always stuck around long enough for Channing to come. Nor had he cared if Channing liked anything he did. Sex was all about Tad and only Tad.
Large hands landed gently on the cheeks of his ass, spreading them to show off his pucker. If he’d thought Baz’s tongue along his crease had been amazing, it was nothing compared to the sensations that bombarded him as his mate licked and nipped at the edge of his hole.
The muscles fluttered as if silently begging for more, which Baz gave enthusiastically. So turned on, Channing dropped his head between his arms and pushed back on that talented mouth, encouraging his mate to drive his tongue deep into his passage.
Some of his friends at the University had mentioned rimming, but Channing had honestly thought it was just a myth. Something guys said to encourage other men to do. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined it not only was real, but that he’d get to experience it for himself.
This had to be what heaven felt like because he was more than willing to die just to have Baz do this to him over and over again. “Ungh,” he grunted out as his mate added a finger alongside his tongue, stretching Channing in the most delicious way possible.
Heat engulfed his body as he rocked back onto Baz’s mouth, while making noises that he hoped were encouraging. When his mate’s tongue disappeared, it was impossible to hold back the whimper of disappointment but it was soon replaced by a second finger and soon Channing was back to pushing back, this time doing his best to impale himself on those thick fingers that managed to push against his prostate in the most delicious way.
“Please,” he groaned out which was more like a whine to his ears. “Need…have…” No more actual words left his lips as he couldn’t manage more than sounds. It would have been embarrassing if Baz wasn’t right there with him.
“Fuck…Gorgeous…Inside…” Channing had no idea if Baz was asking for permission or not to fuck him, but he wasn’t about to deny his mate from letting it happen.
“Yessss,” he hissed out as he shoved his hips back onto those fingers. “You…ungh…cock….fuck.”
The next moment those fingers were gone. But before he could protest, he felt the head of Baz’s cock pushing at his entrance. Hands gripped his hips tightly as his mate blanketed his body.
“Mine,” Baz growled out as he thrust deep, sliding all the way until he was balls deep.
Despite being stretched, the burn of being filled so completely pushed a hiss from his lips. Not that he was complaining. Channing was more than willing to take a little pain if it meant his mate was buried deep inside his body.
One of Baz’s hands stayed on his hip, while the other reached around and stroked his dick in time with his thrusts. Channing’s muscles fluttered and gripped his mate’s length, doing everything in their power to keep him as deep inside his channel as possible.
Keening each time that thick cock pegged his sweet spot, Channing lowered his head to the mattress as his arms would no longer hold him while sticking his ass in the air as high as he could for his mate’s pleasure. “Please,” he cried out. “I need you.” A sob of pleasure nearly choked him, but Channing didn’t care if he was reduced to a begging, sobbing mess, just so long as Baz didn’t stop.
The tension within him built stronger and stronger until he was certain he was going to explode. But just before his orgasm swept him over into oblivion, Baz jerked back, leaving him empty. Even as he whined in disappointment, those strong arms flipped him over.
Then he was lifted up until he was straddling Baz’s kneeling form and impaled once more on his mate’s cock. Dark gray eyes that were more black pupil than color stared right into his very soul. “Claim me, mate.” It was phrased as a demand but he heard the plea in Baz’s voice.
Those hands were once more on his hips, holding him still as Baz pumped up into his body. The position drove his mate’s length in just a little deeper and damn if Channing’s eyes didn’t roll back in his head when ecstasy washed over as his release poured from his balls and out of his dick.
Even though seahorses don’t have canines, or teeth for that matter, his gums tingled as his canines extended in order to bond with his mate. Wrapping a hand around the back of Baz’s neck, he held it still as he leaned forward and sank his teeth into the flesh where shoulder and neck met.
Another orgasm rolled through him right on top of the end of his last one. He hadn’t thought it possible for his dick to get any harder, but it had as he came over and over again while the tang of his mate’s blood coated his taste buds.
Blissed out, he’d felt the sting of Baz claiming him, but it didn’t really hurt. Hell, he wasn’t entirely certain pain was something he could feel in that moment as he floated on a cloud of euphoria.