Calder
The streets were quiet as I drove my bike back home after the movie.
We’d chosen to see “Where the Wild Things Are”, which was cute.
But I had to admit, I wasn’t paying much attention to the movie.
I was far too focused on Ethan and his hand on my thigh.
The popcorn bucket was the only thing hiding my boner from the entire movie theater.
However, now that we were on the bike, all I could feel was Ethan’s pressed against my ass.
And despite the rushing wind, I could still smell his arousal.
It was driving me crazy. That’s why, the moment the garage door closed after we’d gotten home, our hands were all over one another.
"Fuck," Ethan gasped against my mouth as I pressed him back against the cool metal of the garage door. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as our tongues danced together with desperate hunger. The taste of movie theater candy still lingered on his lips, sweet and intoxicating.
My hands roamed down his sides, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath his shirt.
Every breath he took was laced with that earthy, sweet scent that drove my wolf wild.
I could smell his arousal, hot and musky, mixing with his natural fragrance in a way that made my cock throb painfully against my jeans.
"Been thinking about this all night," I growled against his throat, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.
He arched into the touch, a soft whimper escaping his lips that went straight to my groin.
The raw need in his voice made something primal surge through me.
I captured his mouth again, kissing him with a hunger that bordered on desperate.
My wolf was practically howling with satisfaction at having our mate so willing, so eager in our arms. "Inside," I managed to rasp between kisses. “Now."
Ethan nodded frantically, his green eyes dark with desire.
I took his hand, leading him through the door that connected the garage to the house.
We barely made it to the living room before his mouth was on mine again, his body pressing against me with delicious friction.
"Bedroom," I said, but it came out more like a growl.
"Too far," Ethan replied, his hands already working at my belt. "Here. Now."
The urgency in his voice broke the last of my restraint.
I spun him around, pressing his palms flat against the back of the couch as I ground against him from behind.
He moaned at the contact, pushing back against me instinctively.
"You sure?" I asked, my voice rough with want as I pressed hot kisses along his neck.
"Please," he gasped. "I've been hard since the opening credits. I can't wait anymore."
My hands made quick work of his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers.
His cock sprang free, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.
He stepped out of his clothes eagerly, then turned in my arms to help me with my own clothes.
The sight of him naked and wanting in my living room made my mouth go dry.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I murmured, my hands mapping the planes of his chest, the curve of his waist.
He flushed at the praise, but his eyes never left mine. "Show me," he whispered. "Show me how much you want me."
I didn't need to be asked twice. I dropped to my knees in front of him, looking up to meet his gaze as I wrapped my hand around his throbbing cock.
"Fuck," Ethan breathed, his head falling back as I took him into my mouth.
The taste of him on my tongue was intoxicating, salty and sweet.
My wolf rumbled with satisfaction at the broken sounds falling from his lips as I worked him with tongue and lips.
His fingers threaded through my hair, not pushing but anchoring himself as pleasure coursed through him. I could feel the tremor in his thighs, smell the spike in his arousal as I took him deeper. "Calder," he gasped, tugging gently at my hair. "I won't last if you keep that up."
I pulled off with a wet pop, looking up at him with golden eyes that I couldn't quite control. "Good," I growled. "I want to taste you."
But Ethan was already pulling me up, his mouth crashing against mine in a kiss that tasted of desperation and need. "Not yet," he panted against my lips. "I want this to last a bit longer.”
His hands wandered down my chest, tracing the contours of my muscles before dropping to his knees.
The sight of him looking up at me, those green eyes heavy with desire, nearly undid me on the spot.
When his tongue darted out to trace the head of my cock, I couldn't stop the growl that rumbled from deep in my chest.
"Ethan," I gasped as he took me into the wet heat of his mouth.
My hands found his hair, fingers tangling in the soft blonde strands as he worked me with expert precision.
Each swirl of his tongue, each hollow of his cheeks sent electricity racing up my spine.
The wolf inside me was going wild, urging me to claim, to possess.
I fought for control, my breathing ragged as Ethan took me deeper.
The sight of my cock disappearing between his lips was almost too much to bear.
"Stop," I managed, gently pulling him off before I lost myself completely. "I need more of you."
I helped him to his feet, claiming his mouth in another searing kiss.
The taste of myself on his tongue was intoxicating, primal.
Without breaking the kiss, I guided him around to the couch, pressing him down onto the soft upholstery.
He looked up at me, flushed and beautiful, his legs parting in invitation.
But instead of positioning myself between them as he clearly expected, I hesitated.
"I want to try something," I said, my voice rough with desire. "Something new."
Ethan's eyes widened slightly. "What did you have in mind?"
I swallowed hard, heat creeping up my neck. "I want you to... I want you to… to fuck me."
The surprise on his face quickly melted into something tender. "Are you sure? We don't have to—"
"I'm sure," I cut him off before I could begin to doubt. "I want to know what it feels like. What you feel when I'm inside you."
A slow smile spread across his face as he sat up, pulling me down for a gentle kiss. "Okay," he whispered against my lips. "But we'll take it slow. And if you don't like it—"
"I know," I nodded, feeling vulnerable yet strangely empowered by my decision. "I trust you."
Ethan stood, guiding me to lie back on the couch. "Wait here," he said, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before disappearing down the hall. He returned moments later with the bottle of lube from my bedroom.
He settled between my legs, his expression a mix of desire and careful concentration. "Just relax," he murmured, grabbing the backs of my knees. "I’m gonna get you warmed up first.”
I wasn’t sure what I expected, but Ethan’s hot tongue on my hole was not it.
I jerked in surprise, a strangled moan escaping my throat.
The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, intimate, intense, and shockingly good.
My hands fisted in the couch cushions as Ethan's tongue circled my entrance with teasing precision.
"Holy fuck," I gasped, my hips lifting involuntarily toward his mouth.
I felt him smile against my skin before he dove back in with renewed enthusiasm.
His hands gripped my thighs firmly, holding me open as his tongue worked magic, alternating between broad, flat strokes and pointed, probing thrusts that had me seeing stars.
My cock lay heavy and leaking against my stomach, untouched but throbbing with each sweep of Ethan's tongue.
The vulnerability of the position should have made me uncomfortable, I was an Alpha, after all, but instead, I found myself surrendering to the pleasure, to the trust between us.
"Feel good?" Ethan murmured, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.
"Fuck yes…" I managed, my voice barely recognizable. "Please don't stop."
He hummed appreciatively, the vibration sending new waves of pleasure through me. Then I felt the cool touch of his lubed finger circling where his tongue had been, gently pressing but not entering. "Breathe for me," he instructed softly. "Try to relax."
I nodded, focusing on my breathing as he slowly, carefully breached me with one finger.
There was pressure, a slight burn, but his patience and gentle movements soon had me pushing back against his hand, seeking more.
"That's it," he praised, his free hand stroking my thigh soothingly. "You're doing so well."
The pride in his voice made my chest tighten with emotion.
He worked me open slowly, adding a second finger only when I was rocking against the first. The stretch was more intense now, hovering on the edge between pleasure and pain.
"Fuck, Ethan," I groaned as his fingers curved, finding a spot inside me that sent electricity racing up my spine.
My cock jerked, a fresh bead of pre-cum sliding down the shaft.
"Found it," he said with a triumphant smile, his green eyes locked on mine as he stroked that spot again.
My back arched off the couch, a string of curses falling from my lips.
By the time he worked a third finger into me, I was a writhing mess, my control shattered.
The wolf inside me was whimpering with need, desperate for more, for completion.
"Please," I begged, not caring how wrecked I sounded. "I'm ready. I need you inside me."
Ethan's eyes darkened at my words. He withdrew his fingers slowly, and I couldn't help the whine that escaped me at the loss.
He slicked himself generously with lube, his hand stroking his length as he positioned himself between my legs.
"We'll go slow," he promised, the head of his cock pressing against my prepared entrance. "Tell me if you need me to stop."
I nodded, my hands gripping his shoulders as he began to push forward. The stretch was intense, more than his fingers had been, and I had to fight the instinct to tense up. Ethan paused, letting me adjust, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on my hip.
"Breathe, Calder," he murmured, leaning down to press gentle kisses along my jaw. "You're doing so good."
Gradually, the burn faded into something warmer, fuller.
I exhaled slowly, my body relaxing around him.
"More," I whispered, surprised by how much I meant it.
Ethan's eyes searched mine for any sign of discomfort before he pressed deeper.
The sensation was overwhelming in the best way, a completeness I hadn't expected.
When he was fully seated inside me, we both stilled, breathing heavily.
"How does it feel?" he asked softly, his face flushed with arousal and concern.
"Perfect," I managed, the word coming out rougher than intended. "You feel incredible."
A slow smile spread across his features as he began to move, shallow thrusts that gradually grew deeper as my body welcomed him.
Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through me, building a fire in my veins that threatened to consume me entirely.
"God, Calder," Ethan gasped, his rhythm becoming more urgent. "You feel amazing too.."
I wrapped my legs around his waist, changing the angle and making us both groan at the deeper penetration.
The vulnerability of the position, the trust required, made every sensation more intense.
My wolf was practically singing with satisfaction at being claimed so thoroughly by my mate.
"Harder," I demanded, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I can take it."
Ethan's control snapped at my words. His thrusts became more powerful, more demanding, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars.
I cried out with each stroke, my cock leaking steadily onto my stomach without any direct touch.
"Touch yourself," Ethan ordered, his voice rough with desire.
"I want to feel you cum while I'm inside you. "
I wrapped my hand around my aching length, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensations were almost too much, pleasure building to an impossible peak. "Ethan," I gasped, feeling myself teetering on the edge. "I'm so close."
"Cum for me," he commanded, his movements becoming erratic as his own climax approached. "Let me feel it."
The combination of his command and the perfect angle of his thrust sent me over the edge.
I came with a roar that was more wolf than man, my release coating my chest and stomach as my body clenched around him.
The intensity of it left me shaking, overwhelmed by sensations I'd never experienced before.
Ethan followed me over seconds later, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside me with a broken cry of my name.
I felt the hot pulse of his release filling me, marking me in the most intimate way possible.
The sensation made my wolf rumble with deep satisfaction, I was claimed, possessed, his.
Now we were proper mates. We collapsed together on the couch, both of us breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.
Ethan's forehead rested against mine, his green eyes soft and wondering.
"How was that?" he asked quietly, his thumb tracing along my jaw with infinite tenderness.
"Incredible," I admitted, still catching my breath. "I had no idea it could feel like that."
A pleased smile curved his lips. "Good. I was hoping you'd like it."
He shifted carefully, slowly withdrawing from me, and I couldn't stop the small whimper at the loss. The intimacy of what we'd just shared, the complete trust I'd placed in him, left me feeling raw and exposed in the best possible way.
"Come here," I murmured, pulling him down so he was sprawled across my chest. His weight was comforting, grounding me as the intensity of the experience settled into something warm and content.
"I love this," Ethan said softly, his fingers tracing random patterns on my skin. "Being close to you like this. It feels right."
My arms tightened around him. "It does," I agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "You feel like home, pup."
He lifted his head to look at me, something vulnerable and hopeful in his expression. "Do you really mean that?"
"More than you know.”