Chapter 11 #3
He laughed softly as he pressed my knees to my chest, folding me in half. “How about I show you something instead?” He leaned over and pulled a bottle of lube from under the pillows. He drizzled about half of it over his dick and onto his hands.
“Do you buy that in bulk?” I asked, keeping my eyes off his cock, which suddenly looked way bigger than I remembered. “Maybe one of those warehouses where they sell five-dollar rotisserie chicken?”
“Such a brat,” he murmured, slicking his shaft before rubbing a liberal amount of lube around my hole.
He laid it on thick, getting me all messy, his slightly raised brow daring me to bitch again.
After a second, he fingered some inside me, and I bit my lip hard as the slick sounds joined my increasingly ragged breaths.
Lube slid down my crack. Coated my nuts and smeared my inner thighs.
He added another finger and pressed deeper, stroking my walls and sending a fresh round of molten pleasure rushing through me.
“Doing okay?” he asked, his dark eyes two pools of sin.
I gripped the backs of my knees. “Drill me like you’re resurfacing a parking lot.”
Grinning, he grabbed one of my ankles and eased his hips forward, pushing his cockhead inside me. His chest glistened with my cum, and his hair was mussed, a wave falling playfully over his forehead. His lips were pink and swollen from eating my ass for the last half hour. He’d never looked hotter.
He’d prepped me thoroughly, but his cock was fucking huge, and his entry burned. When I tensed, he stopped and kissed the instep of my foot.
“Relax,” he murmured. “Deep breaths, okay? Bear down a little.” At my shaky nod, he leaned over me and brushed his lips over my forehead.
He kept going, planting featherlight kisses on my eyelids, my temple, the curve of my brow.
He touched his lips to the bridge of my nose and pulled back, a little smile warming his eyes. “I love these freckles.”
“Kids used to tease me about them.”
“They were jealous. You’re beautiful.” He kissed me, licking into my mouth.
He was slow and seductive, every warm, slick stroke delivered with care.
With reverence. He was taking his time with me, just as he’d said he would.
Savoring me like I was a meal he’d waited a long time for and had no intention of rushing.
For some stupid reason, tears pricked my eyes. I blinked them away, but of course he noticed. Nothing seemed to get past Jesse van der Meer, because he moved his lips from my mouth to the corner of my eye, the tip of his tongue touching the tiny crease of skin.
“Caleb,” he whispered. “Beautiful Caleb, you have no idea what a treasure you are.” He pushed deeper, and my body opened for him, the pain melting into delicious pressure as he filled me up.
My ass squeezed around him, and we both groaned, our breaths tangling between us.
He pulled out an inch or so, then eased back inside, dragging another groan from me.
“How do you feel?” he asked, watching my face carefully.
“Perfect.” I was speared on his big cock, every inch of my ass hot and pulsing.
And what the hell had I been thinking back in his kitchen when I’d insisted I didn’t want his dick?
Because I was fully on board now. Aye, aye, Captain, all hands on deck.
Or dick. Was there a better nautical expression for enthusiastic participation?
Because I was that. Jesse probably knew, but I wasn’t about to ruin the moment with questions about idioms. Still, it seemed selfish to keep my epiphany all to myself, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper.
His shaft nudged my gland, and I groaned as another riptide of raw pleasure frazzled through me.
He dropped his head forward, his broad shoulders trembling. “Dammit, Caleb, you can’t move like that.” A muscle twitched in his jaw. “I’ll come.”
“I want you to.” I hooked my ankles in the small of his back. “I want your cum dripping out of me all night.”
His growl shook the bed. In one of his blurry, inhuman moves, he pinned my arms above my head, and then I had over six feet of aroused werewolf looming over me, his cock lodged so deep inside me I thought I might choke on it.
His eyes were bright yellow as he started to thrust, driving his dick into me and jostling the bed.
“You’re going to be a greedy boy all the time, aren’t you?
” he demanded. “Batting those pretty eyelashes and stealing my seed. And you’ll get away with it, sweetheart, because I can’t fucking resist you.
” He fucked me harder, his fingers tight on my wrists and his balls slapping mine.
“I take one look at that plump mouth and I want inside. Now that I know how good your hole feels around my dick, it’s over for you, honey.
You’re going to get bent over every surface in this house, and then we’re going to start all over again.
I’m going to keep this hole busy, college boy.
Keep it in my bed so I can eat it and fuck it whenever I want. ”
Damn him with the dirty talk. The forbidden turns of phrase.
It was even hotter knowing he was older.
A former soldier. A teacher. So many layers of wrongness.
I wanted to peel them back, uncovering new layers of feverish humiliation until I reached the center—and then start over because I couldn’t get enough.
I unlocked my ankles and drew my knees to my shoulders, putting my whole ass on display.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “Spread for me, baby. Jesus, you feel so good.”
“Want to touch you,” I said, tugging at his grip on my wrists.
He released me, and I dragged him down for a kiss.
He plundered my mouth as he plundered my ass, snapping his hips as I thrust up to meet him.
We were fucking too hard to hold the kiss, and we ended up sort of biting and licking at each other like a pair of animals.
Without warning, he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. Then he hauled me onto my knees and thrust into me from behind. The new angle had his fat dick nailing my prostate like a bullseye, and I bellowed into the mattress.
“Fuck!” I reached for my flailing cock. “Fuck, Jesse, I’m gonna come!”
He flattened his body on top of mine, his sweaty chest like a furnace against my back. “Not yet,” he panted in my ear. “Try to hold out for me. I want us to go together.” He shoved one of my knees up and to the side, then he pressed my cheek wide and rode my ass, pile-driving into me.
Something tightened in my chest, and I recognized it right away.
Connection.
It linked me to Jesse. Linked our beasts together, body and soul.
And I knew sex would never be like this with anyone else.
This was the pinnacle. People talked about sex being this big, emotional thing.
Some kind of merging of two into one. It had always sounded stupid to me.
Sex was about getting off so you could think straight instead of thinking about sticking your dick into something.
Or at least it had been until now.
Jesse flipped us, and then he was on his back and I was stretched on my back on top of him with my legs sprawled apart and his dick buried to the hilt in my ass.
It might have been an awkward position with anyone else, but he was so damn big that he held me easily.
I turned my head and caught his lips as he cupped my ass and continued thrusting into me, his thick thighs spread wide and his heels digging into the bed.
His pleasure poured across our bond, touched mine, and returned to him.
It grew stronger as it looped between us, building and building until I swore the room hummed with energy.
Something was going to happen. Something was going to explode.
Well, I sure as shit needed to.
I grabbed my dick and stroked, and it was game over in two pumps. My release pummeled me, turning my vision into one of those cardboard kaleidoscope things from my childhood. Or maybe that was my brain short-circuiting as all the blood in my body concentrated in my jerking, sputtering dick.
Jesse was right behind me, crying out against my lips as he flooded my ass with heat.
His cum pumped into me as we huffed into each other’s mouths, both of us trembling and sweating.
We went limp at the same time, and I ended up flat on my back, staring at the ceiling as I tried to remember how to breathe or, like, spell my name.
For a long moment, we just lay there, our shoulders touching and our sweat cooling on each other’s bodies. At some point, I was going to have to move, and I wasn’t sure it was possible.
Jesse turned his head on the pillow, his eyes soft as they met mine. “How do you feel?”
“Dead, I think. Is this heaven?”
His teeth flashed white. “Do I look like an angel or a devil?”
“Definitely a devil. Angels don’t fuck like that.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Are you kidding?” I rolled on top of him and sat up, my thighs spread over his hips and my softened dick on his stomach. I ran my hands down his sweaty chest. “Don’t pretend you don’t know how hot you are. That waiter tonight would have crawled under the table and sucked you off if you asked him.”
Something like delight filled Jesse’s eyes. “Are you jealous?”
“I’m just stating the obvious.”
He made a soft sound as he smoothed his hands up my legs. “You don’t realize how sexy you are. If that waiter checked you out one more time, I was ready to rip his hands off.”
A little thrill tripped through me. “Yeah?”
“Mmm. No one touches what’s mine. And I’d rather they not look, either.” Jesse skimmed his hand around my hip and into my crease, his fingers slipping through his cum that seeped from me. “How do you feel here? Sore?”
Despite everything we’d done, my cheeks heated. But like always, the embarrassment was its own kind of fucked-up good. “A little, maybe.” I gasped as he pushed a finger inside me, lighting me right back up again. “Fuck.”
“Turn around and I’ll kiss it better,” he whispered.
I tensed, my heart going haywire. “Jesse…”
His eyes glittered, and his voice went low. “Turn around, baby.”
The embarrassment grew hot, spiky prongs as I maneuvered around and let him tug me backward and onto his face. My heart knocked against my ribs, and my mouth went dry.
He couldn’t.
He wouldn’t.
But he did, spreading me apart and thrusting his tongue inside me.
Lapping up everything he’d given me while I did my best not to shake apart.
He licked from my balls to my hole, every swipe of his tongue ruining me for anyone else.
Because how could anyone ever compare after this?
Jesse van der Meer was under my skin now.
In my bones and sinew, every cell exhaling his name.
When he finished, he tipped me off him and then gathered me in his arms. He pressed his damp mouth to my forehead and wiped the tears I hadn’t noticed until that moment.
“You’re not just sexy, Caleb,” he said in his low, gravelly voice. “You’re smart and funny and kind even though you’d rather not admit it. And you’re a goddamn survivor. You’ll probably deny it, but it’s true. You are all of those things and more.”
I wasn’t. I hadn’t survived anything. He’d fought in World War I, for fuck’s sake. I’d grown up in an upper middle-class suburb and played rec soccer. The parents had handed out Capri Suns and little bags of chips after every practice.
He tightened his arms around me. “And you’re something else.” When he didn’t elaborate, I looked up and met his wolf-bright eyes.
“What?” I whispered.
“Mine.”