Chapter 24 #2
He sat up a little straighter, a faint flush at the base of his throat. I’d put it there, calling him hot and getting him all flustered. I needed to make it happen more often.
“I don’t think of you as a rogue,” he said. “And warding comes with age. We’ll try it. We have time.”
“Where’s the Council based?” I asked.
“London.”
“I feel like there was a movie like that.”
“An American Werewolf in London,” he said. “But no one on the Council is American.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Sounds like a lack of representation.”
Humor gleamed in his eyes. “We can’t dominate everything in the world.”
My dick—which was a bastard—twitched. I looked around the room to give myself something else to focus on. “What keeps the Council from finding you here?”
“Years ago, I paid Sterling Moray for a physical ward. It’s buried in the soil around the property.”
I looked at Jesse, something that felt a lot like jealousy stirring in my chest.
Except, yeah, it was jealousy. The snobby-sounding bond villain witch went straight to the top of my Shit List. I didn’t even know if he was gay. It didn’t matter. I was prepared to hate his guts.
“You must have done him more than one favor,” I said.
The hint of a smile played around Jesse’s mouth. “So you were paying attention on the plane.”
“Maybe.”
His smile spread, warming me from across the room. “The witches are mortal but extremely powerful. They run their covens like corporations. For the right price, anyone can buy spells. But it can be dangerous doing business with them.”
“Like the mafia,” I said.
“It’s not far off.”
“If you can buy magic, why can’t I just buy a gift?”
His expression sobered. “It doesn’t work that way. You need to possess magic to work magic.”
My heart sank. I’d spent most of my life being the thing that didn’t quite work the way it was supposed to. Apparently, becoming immortal hadn’t changed that.
“I don’t like that look,” Jesse said.
“What look?”
“Like you think you’re not good enough.” Authority rolled off him, but it wasn’t forceful this time. It wrapped around me like a hug, holding me steady. “You’re more than good enough, Caleb. You are everything good.”
A lump formed in my throat. “I think you’re probably biased.”
“I’m right. Get used to it.”
“So bossy, Mr. van der Meer.”
He looked at my mouth, bold as brass, not even trying to hide it. “I like it when you say my name.”
I stood there for a second, aware that we were flirting. Aware that I wanted to keep going until I’d wrung every last drop out of the night. I wanted to make myself sick on it. On us.
“Jesse,” I said softly.
He looked at me for a long moment. Then, just as softly, he said, “Hi, Caleb.”
And that—that—was perfect. Simple and devastating, like we’d just met, me and this proper, serious man who’d captured my heart and broken it and worked to win it again.
“Hi, Jesse,” I said.
His breath caught. Then he held out his arms.
I went, stripping off my T-shirt and pajama pants like they were on fire. He’d already ditched his shorts by the time I reached the bed.
When I climbed in beside him, he pulled me against his chest and buried his nose in my hair.
“Are you sure?” he asked quietly.
“Yes.” I lifted my head. “Don’t lie to me again.”
His eyes lightened to gold. The moisture sheening them made them even brighter. “I won’t,” he rasped, his expression solemn.
“I know,” I said.
He kissed me, and it was nothing like the first time or the shower or any of the other ways I’d cataloged his mouth.
This was slow and deliberate, like he had no interest in going anywhere else and wanted me to know it. He slid a hand through my hair, the other down my back to my ass. He kissed me like he was memorizing me. Like maybe it was the last time, and he’d do anything to hold onto it.
After a minute, he rolled me under him and slid down my body, taking the blankets with him. His erection brushed my thigh, the foreskin pulled back, tip dark and swollen with arousal.
“Yeah,” I rasped, then moaned when he dragged his lips across my stomach, his stubble scratching my skin. He settled between my legs and looked up at me with his big brown eyes fringed with thick lashes.
“You’re sure?” he asked again.
“If you don’t suck my dick right now, I’m going to die.”
He smiled, slow and wicked, before lowering his head.
The first wet lash of his tongue sent my hips surging off the bed. “Fuck!”
He wrapped a hand around my shaft and gave me teasing little licks, tracing the veins with his tongue before sucking at my tip.
“More,” I said. “Spit on it.”
Something wicked danced in his eyes. “You seem like you’re in a hurry.”
“I’ve been spending a lot of time with my hand.”
He looked up at me, fighting laughter. “Is that so.”
“Just saying, I’ve probably chipped the tile on your shower floor.”
He lost the battle and laughed, dropping his forehead to my thigh. “The mouth on you.”
I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled his head up. “I’d rather have your mouth on me.”
His eyes darkened as he held my gaze. “Since you asked so nicely.” He kissed my hipbone. “Keep your hands in my hair. Don’t let go.”
I slid my other hand into place. “Yes, sir,” I said, sounding like I’d chain-smoked for thirty years.
“Good boy,” he murmured. Then he swallowed me to the root.
I arched off the bed. Everything clenched: my ass, my lungs, my fingers in his hair.
He opened wider, taking my cock halfway down his throat.
Tight, hot pressure surrounded me. Then he sucked and sucked my dick, giving me everything.
Teeth and tongue. The back of his throat.
He pulled off, a string of saliva connecting his glistening lips to the head of my cock.
Eyes hot with desire, he squeezed my tip until a bead of precum appeared.
“Mine,” he said, and licked it away. Then he went back to sucking my dick. He added his hand, twisting it up and down in time with his mouth.
“Oh my fucking god,” I wheezed. Because my solo shower sessions were a piss poor substitute for his mouth, and I was already too damn close to unraveling.
He hummed around me, sending vibrations up my shaft and through my balls.
He worked those, too, cupping and kneading.
Popping off my dick to suck at my sack. Then he returned to my cock, swallowing me over and over.
Getting me so wet. He slid his hands beneath my ass and lifted me, bringing me to his lips like he wanted to drink me down.
Chest heaving, I stared at his broad shoulders holding my thighs wide. His stubbled cheeks hollowing. His dark head bobbing up and down on my dick. He was a marble statue come to life. I tightened my grip on his hair and clenched my jaw against the orgasm trying to crash through me.
“Stop,” I panted, pushing at his head. “I’m not gonna last.”
He pulled off with a wet pop. “How do you want it?” he asked, his wolf in his voice. The beast peered from his eyes, which were the color of honey.
“I can’t wait,” I said.
He climbed back up my body and settled on top of me, his dick hot and heavy against mine. I cupped his jaw in both hands, and we breathed together as he rolled his hips in a sexy grind.
And it was everything. Hot, damp friction. His hard shaft and warm sack sliding over mine. Lust coiled tight in my abdomen. His breath fluttered over my mouth, and his eyes gleamed as he did it again, working his hips in a slow, serpentine roll.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. “Don’t stop.”
He put his forehead against mine. “Never,” he said, voice a full octave below his usual range. He found my wrists and pinned them above my head, then kept working his hips, grinding our cocks together. “I’m never stopping with you.”
“Say it again,” I whispered, moving with him. I pushed my hips up and up, trying to feel as much of him as possible.
“I’m never stopping with you,” he rasped against my mouth, grinding harder. He dragged his cock over mine and held, letting me feel the full length of him. He kept going, squeezing my wrists and rolling his hips. Rubbing his dick and balls all over mine.
“Every part of me is yours,” he said, falling into a deep, slick rhythm. We were already making a mess of each other, our cocks slipping and sliding, the friction so tight and hot. He nipped at my mouth and jaw, huffing and biting. Rutting faster, he licked sweat from the hollow of my throat.
I moaned, struggling against his grip on my wrists.
“You want me to let you go?” he asked, wolf-bright eyes holding mine.
I gave my head a little shake. “Hoping you don’t.”
He stared for a half-second. Then he went wild, screwing his hips against mine. Bucking and thrusting. Digging his toes into the bed and driving me up the mattress.
“Jesse, fuck—” I threw my head back, teeth bared. My balls ached. Fire licked up my spine. The edge was so close. My hands tingled from his grip on my wrists.
He put his lips to my ear, his teeth grazing the lobe. “I want your cum on my cock,” he growled. “I want to be soaked in you, Caleb. I want you dripping from my nuts and running down my thighs.”
“Fuck,” I grunted, spreading my legs and rocking my hips so my balls rubbed right up on his. “Fuck, Jesse.”
He tightened his grip on my wrists and drove his hips into mine.
We cried out together, chests and stomachs slippery with sweat.
Precum slicked our cocks, and our shafts slid more easily, every grind wetter than the last. The sounds we made filled the room: the slick drag of skin on skin, his low grunts, the embarrassing whimpers I couldn’t contain and didn’t care to.
Not with Jesse. I wanted him to hear how good he felt. How perfect we were together.
“I don’t want it to end,” I said, my dick throbbing under his.
He rocked his hips faster, sweat gleaming on his shoulders. The muscles in his chest bunched and flexed. He panted against my lips as he fucked his cock over mine.
“We’re just getting started,” he breathed, rutting like he meant to fuse us together. He fucked me with his whole body, grunting and grinding against me from chest to ankle. It was hot and aggressive. Basic and all the more mind-blowing for it.
Pressure built. The coil of lust pulled taut. Everything drew tight, and I cried out, too worked up to contain it.
“Shit!” I gasped. “I’m gonna come.”
He slowed his hips, his breaths ragged against my mouth. “Ask me.”
“Jesse—”
“Ask me.”
“Please,” I begged. “Please, I need—”
“I know.” Releasing my wrists, he cupped my face and drove his hips forward. “Get it all over me, baby.”
I came with a strangled cry, my whole body jerking as I spurted over our cocks. Jesse followed a second later, his dick pulsing against mine as he added to the mess between us. He shuddered through his release, gasping my name into my mouth.
For a moment, we just breathed together. He stayed where he was, warm and heavy on top of me, his heartbeat slowing against my chest. He pressed his lips to my jaw. My cheek. The corner of my eye. Like he was taking inventory.
Then he kissed me again, stroking his tongue deep. I kissed him back with tears burning my eyes.
He rested his forehead against mine. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He pressed his lips to the top of my head and kept them there. “Thank you.”
I turned my face into his neck, and we held each other in the moonlight, forgiveness beating in time with our hearts.