Chapter Seven #2
With his right hand, Craeg grabbed the lube. He popped the cap open with his thumb. It only took a few seconds to pour a liberal amount onto his fingers, close it, and drop it back to the mattress. Then Craeg was back to rubbing his skin.
When Craeg urged Silas to spread his legs, he felt just a hint of tension. He sank down on his lover’s erection, sucking deeply. The distraction worked, and soon his lover was moaning and writhing on the bed once more.
Calling on decades of experience, Craeg slipped a finger into Silas’s channel. He felt the clamp, but ignored it. Instead, he unerringly located Silas’s prostate and skimmed his fingertip lightly over the small internal bump.
To Craeg’s pleasure, Silas screamed. His body arched, and trembles made him shake. Lodging his throat muscles around Silas’s crown, Craeg swallowed, massaging the sensitive head.
The move earned him a sharp pull to his hair, an unintelligible whine escaping Silas, and Craeg took the opportunity to ease a second finger in while massaging his prostate again.
A second later, Craeg’s mouth was filled with Silas’s creamy, tasty goodness. He swallowed quickly, readying for his mate’s next shot. It came immediately, and as Craeg sucked and swallowed, he continued to work on Silas’s chute, relaxing and stretching the muscles.
His mate was nearly insensible from his orgasmic pleasure—having come twice from Craeg’s fingers and mouth—by the time Craeg had three fingers moving easily in and out of his channel.
He eased between his lover’s legs as he slid his digits free.
Pulling off Silas’s prick, Craeg did his best to ignore his mate’s murmur of discontent.
Craeg’s own need rushed through his veins. It had taken every ounce of self-control he contained to keep from coming when he’d enjoyed the taste of Silas’s second release. Stroking over his prick to lube himself up nearly finished the job, but Craeg breathed deeply, focusing on the end game.
Getting inside my mate.
When Craeg lined up his greased pole to Silas’s stretched chute, he held still for a few seconds and stared down at Silas. He peered into his mate’s bliss-filled brown eyes. He took in his flushed, sweaty body, and almost loopy smile.
Perfect.
Then...Craeg pushed. His crown easily slipped past Silas’s guardian muscle. He heard his mate gasp, saw his lips part, but when Silas didn’t tense or bear down, Craeg continued to thrust, sinking as deep inside his mate as possible in one long, smooth glide.
When Craeg bottomed out, his pubes and balls pressing against Silas’s ass, he stilled. His head swam with the ecstasy of the sensations coursing through his system. He feared that if he moved an inch, he would blow.
Nirvana.
That was the only way Craeg could describe it.
Then, somehow, it got even better...because Silas whispered, “Move.”
So Craeg did.
* * * *
WHEN CRAEG HAD BEGUN pushing into him, Silas had almost tensed. Then...he’d realized it didn’t hurt. Instead, it actually felt...amazing. That could have been due to the couple of orgasms Craeg had already given him, but somehow, Silas didn’t think so.
Silas felt connected to Craeg in a way that he couldn’t even describe. It just felt...right. Wonderful and perfect. He also felt stretched in such a way that made him itch with a weird internal need. Asking Craeg to move had been instinctual.
When his big lover obeyed, Silas groaned with ecstasy at the feel of his wide crown giving his internal muscles a massage. Nothing could have prepared him for the exquisite sensations. He arched with his pleasure, rocking back into each of Craeg’s bliss-giving movements.
“Fuck,” Craeg snarled into his ear. His face pressed into the crook of Silas’s neck, his breath warm and sensual over where he mouthed wet kisses along his collarbone and neck. “Silas,” he mumbled. “My Silas. My sweets. My mate.”
Silas groaned, digging his fingers into Craeg’s shoulders, gripping tighter. “Yours,” he replied breathily, panting harshly. “And you’re mine.”
“Aye.”
The gutturally spoken affirmation was all the warning Silas received before a pinch of pain shot through his flesh. Even as he gasped, the sting morphed into a wash of tingles. They spread across his chest, down his stomach, and into his groin.
Silas hadn’t thought he was close, even though he’d been enjoying the feel of Craeg’s erection spearing him. As soon as that warm wash hit his shaft, his balls pulled tight. He arched with pleasure as a fresh orgasm swamped his system, lighting up his senses from the inside out.
Spurting sharply, Silas floated on the exquisite waves of ecstasy. Black spots danced across his vision. His entire body felt as if it buzzed, and his mind drifted off with the sensations.
“Hey, my sweets.”
The feel of Craeg’s beard rubbing along his neck registered in Silas’s sluggish mind.
“Ya back with me?”
Silas hummed in the affirmative. Blinking slowly, he struggled to get his eyes to focus. He registered the feel of Craeg’s thick arms around him and the way his firm pectoral pressed against his cheek. Smiling slightly, Silas flicked his gaze upward to meet Craeg’s warm green eyes.
“There ya are.” Craeg’s lips curved into a wider smile. “Ya passed out from pleasure.” Winking, he added, “A wee bit of a stroke to my ego.”
Snickering softly, Silas slid his fingertips over Craeg’s nipple, enjoying the way the man let out a happy sigh.
His lover sure enjoyed it when Silas touched his nubs.
While Silas didn’t understand it, since his didn’t make him feel that way, he still loved doing it to Craeg.
He loved the way Craeg responded to everything he did to him.
So very sexy...and I’m the one doing it to him.
Just wow.
“You deserve to feel that way,” Silas told him. Snuggling closer, he slipped his calf between Craeg’s, keeping him close. “You made me fly.”
Craeg pressed a kiss to Silas’s hairline. “I noticed ya didn’t get the chance to claim me back because ya passed out,” he pointed out. After a second of hesitation, he asked, “Or did ya wanna do it while fuckin’ me, and that’s why ya waited?”
While that option hadn’t occurred to Silas, he still shook his head.
“I don’t think I’m too interested in that.
” Cocking his head, he took in Craeg’s arched brow and questioning expression.
Silas figured his big, dominant lover probably didn’t understand, but that was okay.
“Maybe someday, but I think it was just because you gave me too much pleasure.” At the thought of claiming Craeg, Silas’s mouth watered, and his bat chittered excitedly in his mind, so he knew he wanted to. “How about next time?”
Growling quietly, Craeg grinned at Silas.
“I can’t wait.” Then he sobered and rubbed a hand up and down Silas’s back.
“Actually, I think we should. Wait, I mean.” Craeg eyed Silas with concern as he told him, “That was your first time, and I want to make sure ya have plenty of time to recover before we do it again. I’d never want to accidentally hurt ya. No matter what.”
Even as his prick twitched, Silas giggled before pressing a kiss to Craeg’s pectoral. “You’re probably right.” He clenched his chute muscles experimentally. Silas loved how his mate always had his best interests at heart.
“While we wait, why don’t we watch a movie and cuddle?” Craeg nuzzled his cheek over the top of Silas’s head as he continued, “I could probably find another romcom for ya. Legally Blonde, maybe?”
Unable to help himself, Silas wrinkled his nose. “Um, I’m not really a fan of...romcoms,” he admitted.
“Oh.” Craeg sounded surprised. “But on our first date together, ya picked Miss Congeniality. I just thought—” Craeg paused, his meaning and the reason for his confusion clear.
Feeling his cheeks heat, Silas knew he had to explain.
“I overheard some of the older boys at my last group home talking about taking a girl to a chick flick so they could...cuddle and make out on the chance of, um, getting some.” With a shrug, Silas murmured, “I figured it would work with you, too.”
Craeg let out a deep chuckle, saying, “Aye, it did.” Then he waggled his brows and told him, “Ya never need an excuse to cuddle and make out with me, my sweets.” His expression turned a mixture of hunger and warmth. “I’m always happy to do that with ya anytime.”
Taking Craeg at his word, Silas tipped his head up. Craeg swiftly responded to the silent request and sealed his lips over Silas’s.
The room was immediately filled with the soft sounds of smacking lips and hums of pleasure...before soon turning into something deeper and more intense.