Chapter 7 #3
The bedroom was washed in afternoon light, golden sunbeams throwing stripes across bedding the same midnight blue as the chairs.
“Strip and wait on the bed,” I said, releasing Caleb before my control snapped. He stopped at the footboard and turned, chest heaving and the upper half of his cock peeking above his waistband.
I pulled off my shirt as I headed for the bathroom. “When I come out, I want your legs spread and your arms above your head. Keep your hands off your dick.” I paused in the bathroom doorway long enough to look at him. “Don’t disappoint me.”
“I won’t,” he croaked.
In the bathroom, a glance in the mirror showed my eyes burned bright gold, my wolf swimming in my irises. I showered quickly, grabbed the lube I’d stashed in my toiletry bag, and returned naked to the bedroom.
Caleb lay in the center of the bed, his big, golden body nude against the white sheets.
He was stretched and spread as I’d ordered, his pits exposed and his nipples taut in the bedroom’s cool air.
His legs were sprawled wide, and the sheets under his ass were rumpled as if he’d been restless while he waited.
His cock lay thick and swollen on his stomach, the slit shiny with precum.
More glistening arousal smeared his abs.
“Did you touch yourself?” I asked.
He darted a look at my erection. “No, sir. Not once.”
“I planned on taking my time with you,” I said, drizzling lube into my hand as I walked toward the bed. I tossed the bottle onto the mattress and slicked my shaft.
Caleb shifted his hips. His eyes were the azure of his wolf, the look in them pleading.
I worked my fist up and down my cock as I rounded the footboard and stood over him. “I was going to draw this out, pup. Make you wait for this dick you love so much.”
His throat bobbed. “Jesse—”
“But I can’t.” I climbed onto the bed and knelt between his thighs. “You’re too damn charming. So pretty and charming for me, college boy. A big, slutty jock in my bed ready to beg for it. How can I wait?”
“Don’t,” he blurted. He pulled a leg higher, his heel dragging on the sheets, and his cock twitched against his abs. “Don’t wait. Fuck me, Jesse.”
“When I’m ready.”
His groan was more of a growl as he lifted his head and let it thump hard against the pillows. “You just said you couldn’t wait.”
I reached down and gave my dick another leisurely stroke. “I said I couldn’t wait. I didn’t say anything about you.”
He opened his mouth, then clamped it shut, apparently deciding that argument would only earn him more frustration.
Laughing softly, I leaned over him and licked a broad stripe up his armpit.
He jerked beneath me, his sharp inhale loud in my ear. His fingers brushed my shoulder.
Rearing up, I seized his wrist and pressed it above his head next to the other one. “Keep your hands where I told you to put them.”
“Sorry,” he breathed, blue eyes wide. “I’m sorry, sir.”
I bent and pressed my face to his pit, breathing in salt and the first hint of sweat. His heart rate kicked higher, and cotton rustled as he turned his head and watched me.
“Please…” he whispered.
I licked a slow, deliberate path across the hollow, tasting the cedar that had started out mine and become ours.
Caleb shuddered. “Jesse…”
Ignoring him, I licked and sucked, pausing every couple of seconds for another hit of his scent. A glance down showed his cock leaking steadily against his abs, the small puddle of precum glistening on his golden skin.
“Little whore,” I murmured. “Say it.”
“I— I’m a whore.”
I bit the deepest part of his pit. “The whole thing.”
“I’m a little whore!” He squirmed hard, sheets rustling. “I’m your little whore.”
“Yes, you are.” I moved to his other armpit, inhaling deeply before mapping it with my tongue. My cock hung heavy between my thighs, and I let it drag over his stomach as I bit and licked my way around his sensitive skin.
“Fuck me,” he begged, his bicep flexing against my cheek. “Please.”
I gave him a few more wet caresses before sitting back. Caleb stared up at me, chest heaving, his armpits pink and glistening from my mouth.
“Pretty,” I said, fingers itching for my phone—my real phone, not the encrypted one I’d brought for the mission. I wanted to capture him just like this, his body flushed and unraveling. But it would have to keep for another time.
I patted one of his thick thighs. “Legs up, baby. Let’s get you ready.”
He obeyed with comical speed, pulling both knees to his chest and leaving himself completely open to me.
Surrendering all his size and strength for my use.
His hole was a tight, blushing pucker between his spread cheeks, the entrance to his body like a rose.
Maybe that was a fanciful thought, but it was honest. He was delicate there, the little ring of muscle almost shy with its neat tucks and pleats.
Heat crackled up my spine, and more blood pumped to my dick.
I pressed two slick fingers to his entrance and stroked over the taut ring of muscle, rubbing wider and wider circles as I watched him fight the urge to beg.
When I’d loosened him enough to slip a finger inside, he squeezed his eyes shut and made a strangled sound.
“Fuck,” he whimpered, thrusting his cleft against my hand. He opened his eyes and gave me a desperate look. “Jesse, please. I swear—”
I bent and traced my tongue up his dick.
He bucked his hips off the bed, his “fuck!” turning into a masculine whine.
Pushing my finger deeper, I gripped the base of his cock in my other hand and swallowed him to the root.
I stayed there for a moment, my nose in the soft patch of curly blond hair at his base.
His passage clamped around my finger, his body hot and tight.
There was nothing else like it, that combination of heat and pressure.
And, fuck, I needed my dick in there. Glancing up at him, I wriggled my finger inside him as I let my throat close around his tip.
Caleb released a string of curses filthy enough to set a saint’s hair on fire.
He bucked and squirmed, the blunt head of his cock nudging the back of my throat.
I breathed through my gag reflex and held on.
When spots danced in front of my eyes, I pulled off and sat back.
Finger still deep in his ass, I used my free hand to wipe drool from my chin.
He stared up at me with his chest heaving and his cock glistening from my mouth. At some point, he’d broken position and now fisted the sheet on either side of his hips.
I gave his hands a pointed look, and he yanked his arms back up.
“Sorry,” he panted. “Sorry, I—”
“Hush.” I bent and sucked him again. I got messy with the blow job, licking and slurping at his cock while he babbled promises to be good, so good, if I’d just fuck him like he needed me to. Salty arousal spread over my tongue. When his passage relaxed, I pushed a second finger into his heat.
“Jesus,” he said, thighs shaking. He lifted his head and glared at me. “Are you fucking serious?”
I pulled off his dick long enough to give him a quizzical look. “You sound agitated.”
“Fuck,” he muttered.
I went back to sucking his cock. And I pushed my fingers deeper.
Deeper.
And…there. I found the spot I was searching for.
His whole body seized, his thighs brushing my ears as a cry ripped from his throat. Smiling around his dick, I stroked both fingertips over his gland. Then I did it again. And again. Harder. Pushing and rubbing as I sucked him up and down.
“Fuck!” he whimpered, breaking position again and grabbing the backs of his knees. A ruddy flush stained his chest as he pulled his thighs wider. “Jesse…” My name dissolved in a garble of breathless, incoherent sounds.
My dick throbbed. His ass spasmed around my fingers. He was close, but I could have pushed him harder. He’d have let me, riding the edge until I let him tumble over it. But, damn, I wasn’t sure I could outlast him.
I sat up and pulled my fingers from his body. “On your side, baby. Face the window.”
He rolled, and I slipped an arm under his shoulders and tugged him against my chest. He was warm everywhere, clean sweat shining on his skin. My scent clung to him, cedar mixed with apples and chocolate.
“Good enough to eat,” I growled in his ear, and he turned his head and looked into my eyes as I guided one of his knees to his shoulder and pressed the tip of my dick to his hole. “You ready for me?”
I didn’t have to ask. He was loose and slick from my fingers, his passage already sucking at my cock. But the part of me that needed him under me and at my mercy also needed to hear it from his lips.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Yes, sir. Please.”