Chapter 17 #3
“What do you say if you don’t want what I want?” I asked.
He made a face. “Brownie. Jesus.”
My lips twitched. “I only need the first one.”
I eased down his body, sucking more marks into his skin.
He gasped and twisted as I left a trail of purple blotches on his neck and chest. His arms and stomach.
His other pit and the sensitive skin between his ribs.
I bit around his nipples before making my way down his stomach to his legs.
I sucked hard, right where his thigh met his groin, using my teeth until he cursed and yanked at the headboard.
I avoided his dick, licking and sucking around it.
Straying close but never touching his shaft.
By the time I sat back, he was marked and flushed all over, his skin blotchy with evidence of my mouth.
Mine. He was a map of my possession. But I wasn’t done.
I moved back up his body, swinging one knee over his chest until I straddled his shoulders. His eyes went wide as I shifted forward and gripped the headboard. My cock bobbed above his forehead. My sack brushed his chin.
He stared up at me, the yearning in his wide, blue eyes enough to undo me.
“Open your mouth,” I said.
He obeyed instantly, and I suppressed a moan.
I shifted forward until my balls rested on his lips. “Suck them. Take your time.”
A full-body shudder moved through him. He stuck out his tongue and licked a long, warm stripe up the seam of my sack.
I tightened my grip on the headboard until my knuckles ached.
“Both of them,” I said. “Don’t just lick. Suck.”
He opened wider and drew me in, taking the full weight of my sack onto his tongue.
The hot, wet cavern of his mouth closed around me, and I cursed under my breath as desire gripped me in a tight fist. He worked me slowly, rolling his tongue in long, thorough strokes.
Then he sucked, breathing heavily through his nose as he gave me careful pulses.
His eyes fluttered shut, and he moaned softly, hollowing his cheeks.
“Look at me,” I ordered.
He opened his eyes, and the sight of him under me, his face flushed and his mouth stuffed with my sack, was like a can of gasoline flung into a raging fire.
“Good boy,” I rasped, rocking my hips. “Keep sucking. Just like that.” I wrapped a hand around my cock.
Grinding on his face, I dragged the tip slowly across his forehead, his brow bone, the bridge of his nose.
Marking him a different way. “You can’t do a damn thing unless I allow it.
You know that? If I want you to suck my balls for the next hour, that’s what you’re going to do. ”
He moaned around me, his eyes going glassy. His fingers curled above the silk.
“That’s right, pup.” I slapped my dick lightly against his forehead. “You stay where I put you.”
He hummed his assent, the vibration traveling up my balls and into my spine. It kept going, flooding my chest and dragging a low moan from my throat.
Caleb sucked harder, sliding his tongue in slow, slick circles. Saliva trickled from the corners of his mouth. His breathing grew more labored. My cock brushed his nose and forehead, and the wet, sucking sound of his efforts grew louder.
“More.” I settled fully on his face, giving him all of my weight. “Show me how good you can be.”
He released another long moan and obeyed, choking a little as he drew me deeper into his mouth.
More spit gleamed around the seal of his lips.
I pulled back every few seconds, giving him a chance to breathe before I resumed my rocking thrusts.
I let him work me until my balls throbbed and my cock leaked onto his forehead.
When my control began to fray in earnest, I pulled from his mouth.
He panted, his lips swollen and his chin glistening with saliva. His eyes were the pale, electric blue of his wolf. The purple marks on his throat and chest had already faded, but there was no question Caleb Lawson was mine.
“Still doing good?” I asked, swinging off him and wiping his chin with a corner of the sheet.
He licked his lips and rasped, “Yes, sir.”
“Your turn,” I said, and moved back down his body. I knelt between his spread thighs and plucked the lube and cock ring from the bed. Caleb’s avid gaze was a palpable weight as I spread a small amount of lube around the inside of the ring.
“Ready?” I murmured, giving his shaft a lazy stroke. Precum swelled from his slit, begging me to lick it away, but I ignored it.
His lips parted, his eyes on the toy. “Yes, sir.”
I slid the ring down his erection.
His breathing grew more labored as he stared at the black band of silicone stretched around the base of his shaft.
“Is this okay?” I asked, watching his face.
He gave a jerky nod.
“I need a yes or no, baby.”
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I mean, yes. Green. Fuck.”
Only Caleb could make me want to laugh and come at the same time. I ducked my head to hide my smile. Fortunately, the movement put my gaze squarely on his cock, which settled the debate firmly in lust’s favor.
The ring had attachments to stimulate his scrotum and perineum. I worked them gently into place, then clicked the massage button.
“Oh fuck,” he said, his eyes fluttering shut. He swallowed hard. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
“Good?” I asked.
He kept his eyes closed as he responded. “Yeah, but you better hurry if you want to fuck me. I’m gonna come so hard.”
“Not yet.” I pushed his knees higher, then shoved a pillow under his ass so he was splayed wide, his legs in a butterfly position. The cock ring’s attachments cupped his balls and nestled against his taint.
His eyes flew open, his wolf staring out from his icy blue irises.
My own beast rose, deepening my voice an octave as I went to my stomach and forearms between his legs. “You’re going to be a good boy and wait until I’m done opening this hot little hole.”
I ran my tongue over his entrance, dipping in and out of the tight, puckered opening. His cock twitched against his stomach, and he pulled at his restraints, making the headboard creak. I smiled against his skin before flattening my tongue and licking a slow path over his asshole.
“Jesse…” he whimpered, lifting his hips off the pillow.
I gripped his knees and forced them flat. “Stay.”
The toy buzzed. He stared down at me, his muscular arms stretched above his head. Fading marks dotted his skin. So pretty. And all mine.
“Yes, sir,” he whispered.
I returned to my task, alternating between teasing licks and probing thrusts.
The toy vibrated against my nose and upper lip like an echo of his pleasure.
His wet dick twitched on his stomach as he squirmed against my face, clearly fighting the urge to thrust. I sucked at his hole, then drew back and blew air over the glistening ring of muscle.
Caleb shuddered above me. “Please,” he begged. “Jesse, please…” His entreaty ended in a broken moan as I licked a broad, wet circle around his rim. The muscle quivered and relaxed, and I pushed the tip of my tongue inside.
Wood creaked. His ragged breaths joined the wet, sloppy sound of my tongue spearing his hole. I held it inside him, waiting for the muscle to clamp around the tip. When the squeeze came a second later, I rewarded him with a hard, quick flutter.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, rocking his hips on the pillow. He spread wider, and his hole spasmed against my tongue.
“That’s it,” I said between swipes and thrusts.
“More. Open up for me.” He clenched and fluttered around me, dragging a moan from my throat.
I gripped his thighs and licked a stripe from the silicone covering his taint to the base of the cock ring.
“I take care of this hole, don’t I, baby?
Spoiling it.” I gave him another deep thrust. “Getting it nice and relaxed for my big dick.”
“Yes,” he rasped, squirming harder. “Oh god. Oh, yes, sir.”
I rose to my knees and dragged a forearm over my damp lips. Caleb was absolutely gorgeous, his legs wide and his hard, reddened cock lying heavy on his stomach. His entrance was glossy and open. Precum smeared his abs. As I watched, another bead of moisture swelled at his slit.
“I’m ready,” he panted, flexing his fingers above his bonds. “Please, Jesse, I can’t wait.”
I couldn’t, either. Within seconds, I’d tossed the pillow aside and freed his wrists. He grunted when I flipped him onto his stomach, then cried out when I pulled him onto all fours.
“Where do you need me?” I demanded, pushing his upper body down with a firm hand on his shoulder. “Show me.”
He knew what I wanted, and he spread his knees and thrust his ass high, offering himself. His cock was stiff and swollen between his legs. The black silicone against his perineum was a lurid contrast to his pink, glistening asshole. He reached back with both hands and pulled his cheeks wide.
“Here,” he said, his face against the sheets. “Right here.” He was soaked with spit, his hole wide and drooling. My saliva drizzled from him and ran down his inner thigh.
I groaned in approval. “Damn, stay just like that.” My hands shook as I slicked lube over my erection, then fingered a pump into his opening.
“Jesse!” he begged, his fingers white against his cheeks.
“Me too,” I said, as if that explained everything. And it did because I was so far gone for him. I was finished, and we hadn’t even started yet. Clenching my jaw, I pressed the head of my dick to his rim, and we both gasped as his body gave way.
“Nice,” I grunted, pressing his cheeks wide. I pushed deeper into his heat, lube squishing around my shaft. The ring of muscle stretched, but he was still so tight and hot. So damn gorgeous. I grabbed a handful of ass-cheek as lust threatened to burn me alive.
“Oh, fuck,” Caleb gasped, clenching the sheets in a death grip. “More. Give it to me.”