Chapter 30 #2
Johnny curled around him, breathing hard. “Bite me,” he growled, the smell of Taylor’s blood on his breath. “Bite me back or I swear I’ll rip your fucking fangs out so you can never bite anyone.”
Taylor felt dizzy. “JP—I—I—oh fuck, are you—”
Johnny’s voice softened, almost cracking. “Please, Tay.”
Taylor slowed, his cock protesting as it twitched uncontrollably.
“You won’t hurt me. Please.”
He rocked back and forth on Taylor’s knot, the heavy weight of his body making Taylor’s eyes roll back. He let out a string of breathy moans, his fingers digging into Johnny’s hips. Oh shit, it felt good, like Johnny’s body was sucking him in and anchoring him to the spot.
“We’re gonna do it like this, okay?” Johnny whispered. “You’re gonna knot me like this, slow and steady. You’re gonna stay in control, you hear me?”
Taylor let out a ragged breath. “I—I—y-yes.”
Johnny rocked faster, his thighs twitching as Taylor’s knot slowly filled. He braced a hand on Taylor’s knee, breathing hard. “Like that, yeah? Y-you got it, baby.”
Little sparks flashed across Taylor’s vision, his balls drawing up uncomfortably tight as the crest of his orgasm began to build. He tugged at the back of Johnny’s shirt, willing it to disappear but unable to string a thought together long enough to reach for the buttons.
As if reading his mind, Johnny ripped it open at the front, sending the buttons pinging around the car.
Feeling Johnny’s heartbeat fluttering against his chest finally snapped something in Taylor’s brain, sending a rush of emotion coursing through his body.
He pulled Johnny down, opening his mouth and burying his fangs deep into his scent gland.
There was a moment of intense clarity, where it felt like he was aware of every cell inside his own body. Like Johnny was a part of him, or an extension of him, made for him. It settled something deep inside him that went far beyond wearing Johnny’s clothes.
Johnny let out a long moan, mouth open as Taylor held his hips and eased him onto his knot. His back went rigid, insides clenching around Taylor, and suddenly Johnny was coming all over both their chests.
“Oh fuck,” Taylor groaned against his neck, as wave after wave of his own orgasm spurted into Johnny.
They stayed locked together for a long time, long enough that no more cars lit up the road on the other side of the hedge.
Taylor kissed Johnny’s chest, massaging his cock in lazy strokes as his seed started to dry in his palm. He ran his hands over every inch of Johnny’s skin, dipping his fingers into the divots of his spine, along the lean muscles of his thighs and calves.
“I love you,” he whispered against Johnny’s neck. “God, I fucking love you, JP, and I was an idiot for not realising it sooner.”
Johnny shifted a little, dragging his hands through Taylor’s hair.
He drew their faces together and kissed the side of his mouth.
“I never stopped,” he said, voice a low rumble.
Moving his hips a little, he stroked Taylor’s chest. “And I’d say that eight inches was a fair estimate.
Maybe eight and a half if you trimmed your pubes. ”
Taylor laughed, happiness flooding his entire body. “Piss off. I was being modest.”
Neither of them had been fit to drive, and the car was a fucking mess after they’d half buried the tyres in the loose soil of the freshly ploughed field.
They’d run as wolves the rest of the way home, and Johnny had wasted no time in getting them into the house. As soon as they’d shifted back he’d grabbed Taylor’s arm, marched him up the stairs and into the messy pit of his bedroom.
He dumped Taylor’s overflowing washing basket onto the floor before tackling him and sending him sprawling into the pile of dirty clothes. Taylor’s heart was pounding as he lay on his back with Johnny looming over him in the dark.
“Concentrate,” Johnny growled, grabbing him behind the knees and pulling Taylor under him. He exposed every inch of him, appraising him under what little moonlight came through the window.
Taylor had never seen his knees from that angle, and he had to say that it was hot as hell having Johnny’s face buried between them.
Johnny blinked, letting out a sharp breath as though momentarily catching himself. “Are you still sure you want to do this, Tay?”
A bead of sweat slid down Taylor’s temple, and he ran his hands along Johnny’s arms, giving him a soft smile. “Do you really have to ask?”
Tipping forwards, Johnny kissed his forehead. “Yes.”
“Then, yes. I want this, JP. Knot me.”
Johnny let out a low, guttural sound, brushing his lips over Taylor’s chest. He slid between his legs, dipping his head and sinking his tongue deep into his crease. All Taylor could do was arch his back as Johnny opened his mouth, licking and kissing his rim, making Taylor squirm as he sucked.
Taylor’s breath caught. “A-ah, JP—JP—you—ah.”
He gripped week-old clothes in one hand and pulled Johnny’s damp hair with the other.
His stomach muscles clenched, his body like a coiled spring bundled tightly into a too-small container.
He started shaking all over, too tense, too caught up in the tangle of mating pheromones that hadn’t been given a chance to settle.
His brain was telling him he should be lying there in post-knot bliss, protecting, feeding, helping his mate build a nest. Biology classes told him he should be doing all of those things in between heat waves, but instead he was on his back with his legs in the air as his mate devoured him.
Johnny slid his mouth from his crease to his balls, kissing and licking his way to Taylor’s still swollen knot. He inhaled, running his nose all the way up Taylor’s body, around his nipples and over his collarbones. Pressing himself between Taylor’s legs, he caressed his oversensitive knot.
“This is mine,” he growled, squeezing slightly. “And so are these.” He brushed a thumb over Taylor’s lips
Taylor was panting hard, watching as Johnny started stroking his own cock. A continuous stream of fluid dripped onto Taylor’s stomach, pooling in his belly button and dripping down his sides. Johnny massaged it into his shaking muscles, rubbing his seed across his chest and thighs.
“I’m going to help you relax, okay?” Johnny said, voice strained as though he was on the edge of losing control. “Lay your thighs over mine.”
Taylor let out a breath, spreading his legs as Johnny knelt forwards. Moaning softly, he watched as Johnny ran his fingers through the mess across his stomach, eyes sliding shut as he pressed two wet fingers over his hole.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Johnny crooned, kissing his neck. “On your back for me, letting me spread you open. You have no idea how fucking hot it is knowing I’m the only person that’s ever been inside you. ”
“The only one,” Taylor sighed, his voice sounding far away, even to his own ears.
“That’s right. Mine, inside and out.”
The praise did something funny to Taylor’s head.
His thoughts were all fuzzy and he found that he wanted to be good, wanted to be perfect for Johnny.
He tipped his head back, stretching the cords of his throat out for Johnny to see.
He was rewarded when the fingers drove deeper, curling and rubbing and spreading Johnny’s come inside him like a balm.
“That’s it,” Johnny sighed. “That’s it, mon amour. Tu es ravissant.”
Taylor melted, his limbs like wet clay as Johnny opened his mouth and bit his neck. He added a third finger, massaging his slippery rim with his knuckles.
“You feel so good under me. So fucking good.”
“Ngh—just you and me, JP.”
Taylor gritted his teeth as Johnny added a fourth finger, stretching him so wide it ached.
“You’re gonna take me so good, Tay.”
Saliva trickled down Taylor’s chin, and he squirmed as Johnny bit his oversensitive nipples.
Before long, Johnny flipped him onto his front, dragging his hips up so his arse was in the air.
He worked his fingers inside him again, then his tongue and his thumb, and fuck, Taylor didn’t think he could take much more.
“Ngh—don’t make me… don’t make me present like an omega, JP.”
Johnny growled, pulling Taylor up by his shoulder so had his back pressed to Johnny’s chest. He nipped Taylor’s ears, the nape of his neck. His skin was raw and broken in places, but shit, if he didn’t love it.
“I’ll fuck you like the alpha you are, Tay.”
Taylor let out a ragged breath, pushing his hips back so he could feel Johnny’s thick cock sliding between his cheeks. “Yes… yes.” His jaw went slack, barely able to form words. “But lube.”
He heard the click of the bottle cap, and Johnny’s fingers were at his hole again. The lube was cool, for which he had never been more grateful as the hot, blunt tip of Johnny’s cock butted up against his entrance.
He was pushing him, teasing him, making Taylor rock his hips as Johnny held his arms and guided him onto his cock. Taylor squirmed, bracing a hand against Johnny’s thigh as his own legs shook uncontrollably.
“Bear down,” Johnny growled against his neck. “Push out while I push in.”
“JP!” he cried, his whole body clenching as Johnny held him still.
“Baby,” Johnny whispered, wrapping an arm around his chest. “Take a breath. You can do it. Like we practiced.”
Taylor groaned, inhaling loudly and bearing down as Johnny slowly impaled him.
There was a moment where everything stopped. Taylor with his back pressed to Johnny’s chest, both slippy with sweat and breathing hard. He felt Johnny’s mouth in his hair, heard him moan softly as he inhaled Taylor’s scent.
The stretch hurt a little, making him ache so fucking sweetly as Johnny filled him.
Johnny’s pressed up, his grip slipping from Taylor’s arms to his hips. “You feel amazing,” he murmured. “I want you to fuck yourself on my cock as I bite you.”
Taylor rolled his hips, leaning back until he was nestled more firmly between Johnny’s arms. “Go easy. You’re the one with the womb broom, remember?”