Chapter 13
Chapter
Thirteen
JESSE
Caleb climbed into my lap the second I shut the SUV door behind us. I’d had the foresight to get in the backseat, but the space was still too cramped for comfort.
We didn’t let it stop us as we laughed and grabbed at each other’s clothes, both of us banging our elbows on the door. Somehow, we managed to strip without killing ourselves. Then I was bare-assed on the bench seat with a nude and very aroused Caleb straddling me.
He gripped my shoulders and ground his dick into mine. “Fuck me, Jesse.”
Damn. Damn. Everything about the way he said my name set me on fire.
And the cocky little shit knew it, because a mischievous smile sparkled in his bright blue eyes as he began moving like a stripper, giving me a lap dance hot enough to set the car on fire.
I didn’t even want to think about where he’d picked that up.
Probably the clubs he’d visited during his weekend of debauchery with Declan.
The control I’d bragged about fled, and my dick, which was already a lively participant, grew harder. I palmed his ass with both hands, squeezing and kneading the muscle. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I’m not sore at all.” He smiled as he kept up his slow, sexy grind. “Werewolf healing powers, right?”
“Maybe.” I gripped his hips and stilled them. “But I’m not going to fuck you in the backseat of a car.” I slid my hand between his cheeks and pressed two fingers against his hole. Lust jolted me when it fluttered and contracted, the puckered skin tight and hot against my fingertips.
I held them there, not penetrating, and looked Caleb in the eye.
“This belongs to me. And when I decide to use what’s mine, I’m not going to be rushed.
” I rubbed a slow, deliberate circle around his rim, and his breath stuttered, a soft moan easing past his lips.
I shook my head. “Make all the sexy, slutty sounds you want, baby boy. It won’t change my mind.
I decide when this hole gets filled, and I hate to break it to you, but I’m going to be a bastard about it.
I want you crawling on your hands and knees.
I want you heeling at my command, my leash on your dick and tears in your eyes because you need it so, so bad.
I want you so desperate that you’re crying for it.
I want to watch your hole clench around nothing while you beg me to fill it.
” I brought my mouth to his ear. “So, no, baby. You don’t get my cock just because you’re pretty and you want it.
You get it when I’ve decided you’ve waited long enough and you’re so empty it hurts. ”
Silence held. Somewhere outside, water dripped in a steady rhythm as the sun melted the snow. Caleb held, too, as if he searched for an appropriate response.
“That’s not fair,” he said finally.
I stroked up and down his cleft. “Maybe not, but you don’t get to decide that, either.
” And as much as I was dying to get inside him again, we were still in public in the middle of the day.
I’d parked away from the spots where humans typically gathered, but it was too risky to fuck him in the SUV.
And supernatural healing abilities aside, I refused to take pleasure at the expense of his.
I was also very invested in the throb of his erection against mine, which had increased when I mentioned leashing his cock.
“I have other ways I can make you feel good,” I said, dragging my fingers up and down the furrow of his ass.
He drew back, desire and irritation in his eyes. Sunlight gilded the tips of his lashes. “You’re just making it worse by teasing me.”
I pulled my hand away, spit into my palm, and carried it back to his cleft. “You deserve a little teasing,” I murmured, massaging the moisture around his opening. “After you teased me this morning.”
“I…oh god…take it back.”
Impossible. The image of him stretched naked and golden on my bed with his hand around his dick was forever seared into my mind. It had taken all the willpower I possessed not to flip him over and ride his ass, then spank it so he remembered who made the rules between us.
And then hope he broke them so I had an excuse to do it all over again.
“It’s too late for that,” I said, pushing my damp finger into his heat.
“Now that I know how slutty you can be when you want something, I’m going to make you work for it.
Would you like that, baby? Rolling around in my bed like a little whore?
Pumping your ass up and spreading your cheeks?
Maybe I’ll call when I’m on my way home and order you to wait on the bed facedown for me.
You’ll prep this sweet hole and then hold yourself open so I can slide inside the moment I walk in the door. ”
He groaned as I fingered him, his cheeks bright pink with the embarrassment I knew he craved. Caleb was no pushover, but he liked to be pushed. He wanted to be backed into a corner and bossed around. I suspected he’d realized that about himself.
But I wasn’t sure he realized how much he needed to be cherished.
Or if he did, he didn’t want to admit it.
Most likely, he didn’t think he deserved it.
He certainly didn’t know how to accept it.
And why would he? The people in his life had offered him nothing but judgment and rejection.
He’d had twenty-three years to learn he couldn’t trust anyone.
It might very well take another twenty-three to undo all that damage. But I was up for the challenge.
“Would you like that?” I prompted, stroking his gland.
His lips parted, and his eyes went the icy blue of his wolf. “Yeah,” he said huskily. “I’d like that. Please, Jesse.”
My groan rumbled the seat beneath us. My name on his lips was everything—a command and an entreaty wrapped in a dark, sinful bow.
It was pure and filthy. Sort of like him, this blond angel with guileless eyes and a sinner’s mouth.
He had no idea what kind of power he wielded.
How the spray of golden freckles across the bridge of his nose held me captive.
How the graceful arch of his spine threatened to render me helpless.
Useless for anything other than making him happy.
“You are so gorgeous,” I told him, pulling my finger from his ass and running my hands up his sides. I eased him away from me a bit and ordered, “Move for me. Give me a show.”
Confusion flashed across his face. “What kind of a show?”
Smiling, I leaned back and folded an arm behind my head, copying his pose from the morning. “Figure it out, college boy.”
He flushed at the last, his pupils dilating. “And then you’ll let me come?” he asked, desperation thick in his voice.
“Depends on the show.”
His nostrils flared. After a moment’s hesitation, he reached back and braced himself with his hands on my knees.
Then he pumped his hips, setting his heavy dick bouncing.
Sunlight streamed through the windows, gilding his hair and sweat-sheened chest. His cock slapped his stomach, the fleshy smacks joining his grunts of exertion.
“Good boy,” I said, using my free hand to give myself quick, loose strokes. “Keep going. Just like that.”
He bounced harder, his head thrown back and his abs rippling. His balls swayed. His dick continued its tantalizing arc.
I let him go as I sprawled in the seat, feeling like a conqueror with the sexiest spoils of war in my lap. When I couldn’t hold out any longer, I seized his hips and pulled him snugly against me. Then I took our dicks in hand and stroked us together, my fingers tight around our cocks.
“Fuck,” Caleb rasped, gripping the edge of the seat over my shoulder until the leather squeaked in protest. “That feels so good.”
“I can do better.” Pleasure coiled like a snake in my chest as I set my slit against his and slid my foreskin over his cockhead, enveloping his round, shiny tip and part of his shaft.
Caleb gave a long, plaintive whimper. “Oh…fuck.” His mouth hung open as I began to stroke, my fist sliding over my foreskin joining our dicks together.
“Do you like this?” I asked, slowing so I could work my cockhead in a careful circle around his, my tip bulging under the blanket of skin.
He answered with a moan that sounded scraped from the bottom of his soul. His breath shuddered out as he moved his hand to my shoulder and clamped down hard, his hips jerking in frantic little thrusts.
I stroked us faster, sparks shooting through me at the intense intimacy of the moment. It was raw and primitive. Soul-shattering in its simplicity—our bodies cocooned by shared heat and moisture. Because we were both leaking, the sheath of skin hot and slippery as I worked it over our cocks.
“Jesse!” he cried, squeezing his eyes shut.
He popped them open again, his blue gaze brimming with ecstasy.
His chest heaved, his nipples tight and pink with arousal.
Sweat sheened his golden skin. Up close, I saw every flinch and flutter that passed over his face.
Saw his lips part as he gave a low, helpless whine.
My heart raced, and my breathing grew as ragged as his. Sweat trickled down my back. The leather seat under me creaked as I met Caleb thrust for thrust. Our moans and grunts filled the air as we stared into each other’s eyes.
“Baby,” I breathed, awe spreading through me. The connection in my chest pulled so tightly I thought it might drag me forward and right into him. Inside him. Good. Fine. I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Caleb gulped air like he was drowning. “I… Oh, Jesus, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes. Now.”
With another heave of his hips, he erupted, spurting scalding heat over my tip. It was too much. Too damn much.
I came on a short, rough bellow, my nuts drawing up as I pumped against him.
Milky white cum—mine and his—spilled from around my foreskin and dripped onto my thighs as my release roared through me like a blowtorch.
It seared me inside and out, leaving nothing but cinders.
I was still gasping when Caleb collapsed against me, his sweaty forehead on my shoulder and his hot breath fluttering over my neck.
“Fucking shit,” he gasped. “Holy…” He gave a whole-body shudder. “That was so fucking hot.”
I laughed weakly as I tried to catch my breath. “Does that mean you like docking?”
He sat up, more than a hint of his usual mischief in his eyes. “Mark me down as an emphatic yes. We can do that any time. Like right now if you want.”
“I’d rather kiss you.”
His smile was brighter than the sunlight streaming through the windows. “We can do that, too, Mr. van der Meer.”
With another laugh, I grabbed the back of his neck and slanted my mouth over his. His emotions flowed unchecked through our bond, filling me with his desire, contentment, and a sense of peacefulness that let me know his first shift was a success.
Caleb wouldn’t lose himself to his wolf.
Relief and joy flooded me, and I nipped his plump bottom lip before thrusting my tongue deep. He moaned, low-pitched and sexy, and rutted against me as he threaded his fingers through my hair and sucked on my tongue.
It was a long time before we broke it off, and he eased back with a question in his eyes.
“What is it?” I asked, touching his jaw.
He licked his swollen lips. “You and me…” He looked down, his brow furrowing. “When I shifted, I felt like we were…more than boyfriends.”
I ran a palm over his chest, giving one hard pec a light squeeze. “We are.”
He met my stare. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Worry fluttered at the edges of my mind. I shoved it away before it could leak through our bond.
“I didn’t want to scare you,” I said. “It’s a big commitment, living with someone.
Sharing a life with someone.” I let a smile touch my lips.
“You and I did things a little backward. Even among werewolves, people usually spend time getting to know each other before their wolves come on board. But it doesn’t always work that way.
Sometimes, a person’s beast decides right then and there that it wants a match. And then the human component follows.”
“Is that how it was with Philippe?”
Old memories stirred, not all of them pleasant. “It was a long time ago,” I said. “I’m focused on right now.” I laced my fingers with Caleb’s and brought our joined hands to the center of my chest, resting them over my heart. “On you and me.”
He drew a deep breath. “Is that what you want? For there to be a you and me?”
I nodded. “Yes, I do. I want that, Caleb. And it’s not just the sex, although that part of it is mind-blowing, to say the least.” I squeezed his hand.
“Running with you today was incredible. Spending time with you last night was just as amazing. I think it only gets better from here. I want to see what tomorrow looks like, and the day after that and the day after that. I want everything with you. We don’t have to put labels on anything right now. But I’m all in, wolf and man.”
He gazed at me, astonishment in his eyes. “How…?” He gave his head a little shake. “How could you want all of that with me?”
The astonishment was my undoing. I wrapped my arms around him, letting my lips coast over his damp hair that smelled of forest and my shampoo. “Oh, sweetheart,” I murmured, “how could I not?”
His heart thudded against mine, and I could almost hear the gears spinning in his head as he examined my words from every angle, hunting for tricks or hidden traps that might spring open and hurt him.
I waited him out, stroking his back and resisting the urge to throw more words at him.
After a long moment, he relaxed against me.
When it came, his reply was more breath than sound.
But it was loud as it traveled through our bond.
“I want all of that with you, too.”