24. The Chase #2
I licked his shaft. Lapped at him like he was a lollipop.
My balls throbbed. Begging to be emptied.
I had a craving to claim Dylan as my own.
To take him so that his body became one with mine, both of us cresting on the same wave of pleasure.
I opened my mouth wide and took him in, tasting all of him.
He gave a whimper, sounding much like his wolf form would. I responded with a low growl, pleased.
Still not satiated, though.
I stopped sucking his cock. “Turn around,” I said, looking up at him. “And lean on the tree. Like that.”
I drank him in. The way his hairy legs led up to that furry ass, perfectly shaped for my face to find its seat between.
I cupped his balls from between his legs with one hand and spread his cheeks with my other.
Dylan moaned loudly as I leaned in, licking him up and down, burying my face in his ass.
“Holy fuck,” Dylan said with a growl in his voice. “Fuck, that feels so good. Fuck.”
“Mm-hmm?”
“Fuck yeah, eat my ass, Miles. Just like—ohhh fuck.”
I pushed my tongue inside him. His body bucked forward before he pushed back.
Bark fell to the ground from where his claws dug into the tree.
His pleasure was mine. I didn’t even have to touch myself to know that I was drawing close.
The entire night had been a night of edging, and I was about to fall right over it, simply by knowing how much pleasure I was currently giving to this man.
To my mate.
I replaced my tongue with a finger. Slid it up and down. Dyl dropped his head with another chesty moan, the muscles in his shoulders and back rippling. He had a dark golden brown fuzzy trail that went down his lower back which normally wasn’t there.
I wanted to see it drenched in my cum. I needed to give it to him. Had to fuck him.
I stood up, grabbed his hips, held him back against my leaky, throbbing cock. He gazed over his shoulder, his eyebrows dipped, the beautiful birthmark of his on full display, the white streak shining underneath the early morning light. “Do it,” he said, reading my body language. “Fuck me, Miles.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I reached between us and stroked myself, spreading my pre-cum up and down, making me slick enough to slide inside of Dylan. I already knew his body was ready. Knew that he was as hungry for this as I was.
I looked down and admired how fucking sexy he was, and how hot having my cock against his ass was.
Two men. Completely into each other. Surrounded by nature. Wanting nothing but each other.
I pushed forward and was overwhelmed by the silky soft heat that encased me. I let out a hiss of pleasure, going slow at first, letting him grow accustomed to me. I wasn’t as big as he was, but that didn’t mean I could just plunge in without any restraint.
It didn’t take long at all for him to take my entire size, though.
“Fuck, fuck.” I leaned forward, losing myself inside of him. I could tell the pain—if any—had subsided by the way he was moaning and pushing back on me. “You ok?”
“Better than ok,” he groaned, clawing at the bark of the tree.
“You know you’re my good boy right? And this hole is all mine, right?”
“Yes, I do, oh fuck, I’m your good boy. Oh fuuuck.”
“Yeah you are, baby.”
I started to fuck him. Hard and fast at first but then I slowed. Savoring every inch. Sliding deep inside, nearly out, back inside. Slow. Soft.
Birds chirped their morning songs. The forest was coming alive. My soul was coming undone, threaded in and through Dylan’s. With every thrust, every breath, we drew closer and closer. More intertwined. More destined.
The words fell from my lips as naturally as the breath pushed out of my lungs.
“I love you,” I said to him, thrusting deep, holding myself there. “I love you, Dylan. You complete me.”
Dylan was frozen for a moment. Then he craned his neck, looked back at me with a smile spread across his face and his pointed ears twitching. “I’ve loved you since fate made you mine.” He kissed me, our tongues dancing while I stayed buried inside him.
I started to grind my hips again. Keeping the slow tempo, enjoying the kiss.
Was this the feeling Dylan had been talking about from the start? That undeniable and bone-deep assurance that you were with your person?
He bit my bottom lip before breaking the kiss, hands still on the tree. “So,” he said as I slowly pulled back. “You said something about come-pleting me? To, like, completion?”
I couldn’t hold back the chuckle. Another reason why we were perfect for each other. If you could find someone you could laugh with while you were balls deep inside them, then you likely found a winner.
“Yeah, I think that’s what I said.” I put a hand on his lower back and reached up with my other hand to grip the back of his neck. His favorite spot. And judging by the tremble that coursed through his body, a spot that had him reaching cloud nine.
I massaged at the spot as I thrust into him, continuing to fuck him. Hard, now. Harder. Faster. The soft moment was over, replaced by the feral fires that crackled in both of our cores.
“Where do you want me to come?” I asked, feeling myself getting close.
“Inside. Give it to me.”
I pounded into him harder, watching my cock disappear inside his tight, warm hole. He let go of the tree and started to jerk himself off. My grip around the back of his neck got tighter. His skin turned pink, his groans grew louder, louder, louder.
“I’m gonna—” Couldn’t even finish. I exploded inside him.
My body spasmed then stilled as I pumped him full of my cum.
He exclaimed the same way I had. His cum splattered loudly in the leaves and dirt beneath him.
His hole clenched with each shot, making my eyes roll to the back of my skull and my clawed toes dig into the ground.
“Gah damn,” Dylan said, completely out of breath. I stepped back, pulling myself out of him with a wet pop. Cum dripped out and down his leg. It was so fucking hot. “Wow.”
“Wow,” I echoed him. My mind was scrambled, as were my eggs. He’d turned me inside out tonight. Exposed the deepest parts of me while I explored his. I’d told him I loved him. I meant it, I’d been meaning to say it for a while but always came up with some new excuse or listened to some silly fear.
I kissed him, holding him. Our bodies were quickly returning to normal. Both of us no longer had claws, and the additional hair across our bodies was disappearing.
Dylan kissed me again, his hand on my ass. We fit so perfectly together. Just the two of us.
I wanted this always. I wanted this forever.
I wanted my fated mate, and now I had him.
“We should go find our clothes,” Dylan said, smiling at me with an equal parts endearing and equal parts sexy grin. “Before a squirrel digs them up and makes a nest with them.”
“Don’t you have morning practice today?” I asked, remembering it was Thursday.
“No, not on weekends… oh fuck! Okay, yeah we need to get dressed. I thought today was Friday. Last night was Friday—oh whatever. Come on.” He started running toward the direction where we’d hidden our clothes. “I want to get on the ice with your cum dripping down my gear.”
I followed him with a cheeky smile all the way back to our hiding spot.