Chapter 17 #2
Water pounded around us. He held my stare, mist caught in his eyelashes. “I want you to fuck me, Jesse.”
My breath hitched. I dragged a rough thumb over his bottom lip. “You do that on purpose. Saying my name like that.”
He licked the spot I’d touched. “Maybe.”
I sank to my knees.
His eyes popped wide, and his mouth fell open, a choking sound emerging.
I chuckled, my lips perilously close to the tip of his dick. “At least we finally know what it takes to render Caleb Lawson speechless.”
His nostrils flared. He stared down at me like he was trying to memorize everything about the moment. Water dripped from a lock of blond hair curling playfully over his forehead.
Keeping my eyes fixed on his, I rubbed my cheek along his bobbing erection before turning my head enough to kiss his slit. “Do you want my mouth?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
I gave him another kiss. “Yes, what?”
His gulp was audible in the hissing shower. “Yes, sir. Please. I want your mouth.”
“Good boy,” I murmured, and his eyes darkened to midnight blue, need stamped all over his handsome face.
I injected sternness into my voice as I added, “I don’t get on my knees for just anyone.
” I dragged my cheek along his shaft again, and his moan drifted around my shoulders.
“Only very good boys who do what they’re told. ”
His chest swelled as he sucked in a deep breath. The mark I’d left on his neck was almost healed, but the outline still showed on his golden skin. “Yes, sir. I understand.” His throat bobbed again. “I’ll do whatever you tell me.”
“We’ll see,” I said, then wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked.
Caleb bucked, slapping one hand against the glass while he gripped my shoulder with the other. He dug his fingers in as I swirled my tongue around his head before taking him fully into my mouth.
“Oh, shit,” he gasped, thrusting. He tried to fuck my face, but I reached up and pinned his hip to the glass. Then I sucked up and down his dick, taking him deeper each time.
“Jesse…” he whimpered, moving his hand from my shoulder to my hair. He widened his stance, water pounding around his feet as he fought my grip on his pelvis. Precum hit the back of my throat, the mix of salt, soap, and something that was pure Caleb putting a growl in my chest.
My wolf stalked back and forth in my mind. A single word blazed in my consciousness, every letter thick and bold.
MINE.
Caleb was mine, and nobody would take him from me.
I sucked him harder, drawing more of that tantalizing, salty essence from his slit. Pausing and digging my tongue into the tiny opening.
“Oh god,” he gasped, pulling at my hair. His moans continued, and his big body trembled against my mouth.
I slid my free hand under his balls and stroked the tight furl of his entrance.
His groan was loud enough to wake all of Hale Valley. “Yeah. Oh, fuck yeah… Just like that.”
I hummed around his dick as I played with his hole, giving him the tip of my finger. When he relaxed, I pushed inside.
Hot, tight pressure surrounded me. Blood pounded to my dick, which twitched between my legs, eager to feel all that searing muscle gloving me like a fist. But experience had taught me that delay led to more pleasure. It made everything better and brighter.
Caleb wasn’t quite ready for that much teasing. And I had plans for my mate, so I pushed my finger deeper and found his gland.
He bucked harder, hoarse cries spilling from him. Precum drizzled over my tongue, and his passage clamped around my finger. I curled it inside him, pressing hard on his prostate.
“Oh, Jesse,” he rasped, tugging on my hair. “Oh, shit, I’m gonna—” He gave a choked cry and spurted into my mouth.
I drank him down, tasting salt and man. When his fingers loosened in my hair, I stood and pushed him against the glass. He slammed his mouth to mine before I could get to him, and we groaned together as we kissed, tongues and teeth colliding. When we were both low on oxygen, I stepped back.
“Don’t move.”
“No problem,” he said weakly. “You just sucked my life force from my dick.”
A chuckle escaped me as I soaped my hair and washed the last of Ulfrik’s blood from my body. When I finished, I pulled Caleb under the spray and kissed him again, palming his ass and grinding my aching dick against his.
“I want you,” I said against his lips.
“Have me.”
I grabbed him around the hips and hoisted him into my arms.
He drew a quick, surprised breath. But fresh lust fired in his eyes, and he quickly wrapped his legs around my waist. His cock stiffened against my stomach as I used my elbow to shut off the spray.
Dripping, I carried him from the shower, pausing for a second to dry my feet on the rug so I didn’t slip and earn us matching concussions. When I reached the bed, I tossed him down.
He bounced once, gasping. His damp chest heaved as he watched me grab a towel from a clean pile of laundry on the dresser.
“You look good on my bed,” I said as I toweled off.
A cocky smile touched his lips. “I look good anywhere.”
I tossed the towel aside and crawled over him, caging him in with my arms. Delight sparkled in his eyes as he stretched under me and put his hands on my chest.
“You absolutely do,” I murmured, dipping my head and licking away a bead of water that clung to his cheek.
He moaned in response, hands squeezing my pecs. “Do I get to dry off?”
Slowly, I shook my head. “No.” I collected more water droplets, flicking my tongue over his skin as I continued speaking.
“You stay just like this. Very…very…wet.” In case there was any misunderstanding, I captured his dick and rubbed my thumb over his slit.
“Here”—I slid my hand under his sack and fingered his hole—“and here.”
His breath hitched as he spread his legs, giving me more access, and his voice went adorably hoarse as he asked, “How are you going to accomplish that?”
I pulled back so I could see his face. “I have a few ideas.” I ran my fingertip around his entrance, then pushed gently, breaching him. “If you’re open to them.”
He shivered, the look in his eyes letting me know the double-meaning had landed just fine. “Okay,” he said.
“Okay?”
He nodded. “Yes, sir. I want everything you want.”
The declaration, delivered in his earnest, trusting way, might have sent me to the floor if I’d been standing.
“You sure?” I asked, pulling out and tracing light circles around his rim. “I have a lot of ideas when it comes to you.”
He nodded again. “I’m yours, Jesse. I’m not going anywhere.”
Damn him, he knew exactly what my name on his lips did to me.
It hit harder than sir or anything else he might have come up with.
I would have sworn he knew little about dominance and submission.
He’d never studied it, but it didn’t matter because he yielded instinctively.
And in doing so, he understood that, ultimately, he held the reins of power between us.
“Stay, pup,” I said, and he flushed as I left the bed. He watched with bright, curious eyes as I went to the closet and emerged with two silk neckties. His flush spread down his chest when I grabbed lube and a cock ring from the top drawer of my dresser.
“What’s that?” he asked, his gaze on the cock ring. His cheeks went from pink to red. “I mean, I know what it is, but…”
I smiled as I returned to the bed and climbed between his legs. “It’s something to make you feel good. But only if you want to.”
“I want to,” he said quickly.
I pushed his knees up and urged his thighs wide. “What do you say if you decide you don’t want to anymore?”
“Brownie.”
I leaned over and kissed him, slow and easy, stroking my tongue against his. “That’s right, baby.” He moaned into my mouth and lifted his hips. His dick was semi-erect, but the shower had hopefully taken enough edge off for what I had planned.
Whether I had the stamina to last long enough was an open debate.
“Hands above your head,” I ordered.
“You tying me up?” He clearly tried to sound nonchalant, but the hitch in his voice gave him away as he got into position.
I winked as I leaned over him and knotted the lengths of satin around his wrists. “Apparently, it’s the only way to make sure you stay where you’re supposed to.”
I looped the ties through the slats in the headboard and secured the knots. Immediately, he tugged at his bonds, testing them.
Easing back, I trailed my fingers down his armpits to his sides. He sucked in a breath, then released a breathless giggle.
I knew my smile was wicked. “Oh, we could have some serious fun with that.”
He sobered. “Tickle me, and I’ll mule kick you.”
“Not if your legs are bound.” I laughed at his scowl, then bent and flicked my tongue over one pink nipple. “I won’t do it if you don’t like it, baby. Tickle kink isn’t for everyone.”
“Yeah”—his breath caught as I moved my mouth to his other nipple and sucked the flat bud into my mouth—“I think I’m firmly in camp No Tickle.”
“Fair enough.” I pressed my nose into the hollow of his armpit.
He jerked, then moaned as I licked a long stripe over his damp skin.
His scent was stronger here, the blend of salt, sugar, and mine flooding my nose.
A growl rumbled my chest as I bit and sucked at the tender skin until he was gasping beneath me.
“Fuck,” he said weakly. The headboard protested as he tugged at his wrists. “What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want,” I said, nipping at the curve of his bicep. My cock brushed his stomach, every rasp of his skin fresh, beautiful torture. “I’m going to learn every inch of you, baby, and you’re going to let me do it.” I licked another broad swath down his pit, then sucked hard.
He cried out, bucking his hips. “Yeah,” he panted. “Yes, sir. Whatever you want.”
Blood pumped to my dick. His taste filled my mouth. I kept sucking, his cries driving my lust higher, before I released his flesh with a pop. Sitting back, I ran my fingertips over the angry red mark I’d left in his armpit.