Chapter 7 #4
I pushed inside him slowly, and he shuddered in my arms as his body opened around me.
When my tip breached the first ring of muscle, we moaned in unison.
Heat wrapped tight around my dick, every inch searing and perfect.
Up close, I could see the striations in his bright irises.
Could count every freckle on his nose and the individual strands of his lashes.
And I could hear my cock sliding home, the soft, wet sound of lube shockingly intimate in the sunlit bedroom.
I wanted more of it. More of him, my beautiful mate who charmed even the most world-weary merchants. When my hips finally met the curve of his ass, I pulled him more tightly against me and brushed my lips over his.
“You okay?”
He answered with a sensual roll of his hips, grinding on my dick and squeezing his ass around me.
“More than okay,” he said, giving me another tight squeeze.
Lust blistered my skin. A coil tightened low in my gut, and for a second I could only clench my jaw as I kept my orgasm at bay. When I’d regained an inch of control, I slid my palm down the back of his thigh and stroked my fingers from his taut rim to the soft skin beneath his balls.
“You feel so fucking good,” I said against his mouth. “So hot and tight.” I pulled out a little and thrust back inside, my fingers pressed to his silky perineum. “I could live in this ass, college boy.”
He cursed softly, his eyes sliding shut. “Oh, fuck…” He reached down and dug his fingers into my hip like he needed an anchor. “That might be awkward.”
Smiling, I started to move, giving him slow thrusts that drew moans from him with every stroke. He pulled his other thigh up, twisting a little so he lay in my arms, his thighs splayed wide and his forehead against mine.
“I wanted to tease you,” I said, thrusting harder. “Draw this out and make you beg before I touched you.” I licked my fingers and continued stroking his perineum. “But I couldn’t. Not with you looking like you do.”
His warm breath puffed over my jaw as we rocked together. “Goddamn,” he whispered. “Jesse—”
I thrust faster, and my name turned into a moan.
Pumping my hips, I looked down the length of his body, devouring his broad chest, rippling abs, and leaking dick.
His balls were smooth and tight, the dusky skin flushed red with arousal.
His pink asshole swallowed my shaft. His big, swollen dick bobbed against his stomach with every snap of my hips.
The slap of skin on skin joined our labored breaths. I shifted him in my arms so I could seize his lips.
“That’s it,” I said against his mouth. “My good boy. Take it, baby. All the way inside.” I bit his bottom lip, and he cried out. “My puppy needed dicked down, didn’t he?” I gripped his thigh and pulled it higher, changing the angle and ramming into him over and over. “Right…fucking…there.”
“Yes!” He threw his head back, strain in his face. Sweat dotted his forehead and trickled down his temple. He reached for his bouncing dick before squeezing his hand into a fist. “Please, I—”
“I know,” I said, seconds from losing it. “Touch yourself, honey. Come for me.”
He grabbed his cock. Two pumps, and he screamed, his whole body going rigid. He pointed his toes, and his ass clamped so hard I thought my dick might snap in two. Cum shot over his stomach in thick globs. Another pump, and he spurted to his chin.
My control splintered. I buried myself deep and came on a roar, spending inside him in long, shuddering pulses. My vision whited out, and every thought I’d ever had left my brain. Shuddering, I pressed my forehead to his damp temple and held on while his ass milked every drop from my dick.
Reality trickled back in pieces, the world slowly reassembling itself. I didn’t want to pull out just yet, so I tugged him against me, cock still lodged deep, and pushed my nose into his hair.
His breathing slowed. We stayed like that for a while, drifting. The afternoon light had shifted, and it threw longer shadows over the bed. The sounds of Rome reached us from outside, the distant buzz of scooters punctuated by the occasional muffled shout.
But we couldn’t drift forever, no matter how much I wanted to.
“We need to go for a run,” I said against his temple.
He turned his head, questions in his eyes. “As wolves? In Rome?”
“As wolves, yes. But not in Rome. We’ll drive out to the countryside and shift. The longer you go without doing it, the harder it’ll get.”
He sighed. “Awesome. We can go right after we talk to the murderous four-hundred-year-old vampire.”
I pulled back so I could look at him. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes.” He searched my face. “Are you?”
We shared a pillow, our heads as close as they could be without touching. Something about the way he looked at me made me tighten my side of our bond.
“I’m cautious,” I said.
He was quiet for a few seconds. Then he touched my jaw. “I meant it when I said I’d behave myself this time. You don’t have to worry about me putting us in danger.”
“Caleb—”
He stopped me with a finger over my lips. “This mating thing runs both ways, Jesse. My wolf is just as batshit when it comes to keeping you safe as yours is with me. Whatever we walk into tomorrow night, we do it together. And then we walk out.”
The sweetest ache settled under my heart. I pulled his hand away and closed my fingers around his.
“Together,” I said.