Chapter 10 #2
Our games continued up one hillside and down the next.
Every now and then, we paused to drink from a river, paws sinking into the mud on the bank.
When the sun sank beneath the horizon, we stood side by side at the edge of a shallow lake, our reflections wavering in the orange-stained water.
Jesse was big and golden-eyed, his fur the mink-brown of a child’s teddy bear.
My wolf was smaller, my buff-colored coat darker on my head and flanks.
The next time I bent to drink, Jesse bit my rump.
Hard.
I swallowed water wrong and came up sputtering as he splashed across the lake and bolted up the opposite bank.
My howl of outrage would have been a lot more impressive if I hadn’t sneezed in the middle of it.
We ran until dusk deepened to night. The moon came up early, its glow muted by the rain.
I crested a hilltop and turned toward Jesse.
He was gone.
Just…poof. Missing.
Swinging around, I scanned the hills and saw nothing but the distant light of the towns glittering through the trees. Where the fuck was he?
Something tackled me from behind. Jesse and I went down in a tangle of wet fur and hot breath. He pinned me for a moment, then backed off and tossed his head, his command clear in the gesture.
Shift.
Scrambling to my feet, I hunkered down and willed the change to come. He watched for a second, as if he wanted to make sure I didn’t get stuck. Then he trotted a few paces away and began his own shift.
His transformation was as easy as always, his bones melting and reforming like silk. Thunder boomed as I struggled through mine. When I straightened on two legs at last, Jesse was already there, seizing my jaw and backing me against the nearest oak.
We crashed together, mouths slick with rain. Bark scraped my shoulders, but I was too busy trying to shove my tongue down Jesse’s throat to care.
He crowded me against the tree, his cock hot and rigid against mine. We were both slick with rain and sweat. Lust rolled back and forth across the mate bond as we grabbed at each other, kissing and grinding.
Lightning splintered above us, and I got a flashbulb of Jesse’s amber eyes and dripping-wet pecs. The rain pummeled us, but his body was a furnace and his hands were everywhere: my jaw, my throat, the curve of my hip.
Mouth on mine, he caught one of my nipples and pinched, twisting until pain sparked bright behind my eyelids.
“I need to clamp these,” he growled against my lips.
The image of it landed in my head, and I whimpered as I rutted against him, driving my erection into his. More desperate sounds climbed my throat. Blood pumped to my dick in pulses strong enough to register on an EKG.
“Would you like that, baby?” he asked, dragging his lips down my neck. He caught my other nipple and gave it the same cruel treatment. “Wearing my clamps?”
“Yes, sir.” I threw my head back, my eyes on the branches above us. Fuck, yes, I’d like it. And I knew he wasn’t bluffing. He probably had a bottomless trunk of nipple clamps like a kinky Mary Poppins.
More lightning spiderwebbed the sky. A second later, thunder rolled through the air.
“But not right now,” Jesse said in my ear. He pulled back, smiling a little when I chased his mouth. With a firm hand on my shoulder, he pressed me down.
I went to my knees without protest—or thought, really.
Just folded, my hands already reaching for his cock.
Mud squelched around my knees, but I didn’t give a single fuck, my mouth watering for his prize of a dick.
His foreskin was retracted, his slit drooling precum.
I grasped him at the base and licked it away, moaning when salt and musk hit my tongue.
He braced his feet wide and tangled his fingers in my hair. “Suck me.”
I obeyed, opening wide and taking him straight to the back of my throat. The corners of my mouth burned from the stretch. Damp pubic hair tickled my nose, and I mashed my face into it, dragging cedar and man into my lungs. Jesse.
Mine.
“Christ, Caleb.” He tightened his grip and held still, cock halfway down my throat. My eyes watered as the rain hammered my shoulders and my lungs began to burn.
Just as my vision went blurry, he pulled out.
I swayed on my knees, chest heaving. Rain and drool ran down my chin. I wiped it on the back of my wrist and opened my mouth wide.
“Baby…” Jesse rasped. He forced me back on his dick, the head plunging past my gag reflex.
This time, he didn’t hold still. He fucked my face with deep, unhurried rolls of his hips, one hand fisted in my hair and the other braced against the oak above my head.
His heavy sack slapped my chin, and his ragged breaths mixed with the fleshy sound of his shaft punching into my mouth.
Thunder boomed again, closer now, and the vibration traveled from my knees to my chest.
My cock ached but I didn’t touch it. Jesse hadn’t given permission, and it wasn’t like I could ask with my mouth full of his dick. Every time he drew back, I gulped a desperate breath. Each time he pushed inside, I forgot I needed air at all. Oxygen was overrated anyway.
Rain hit my shoulders, my face, the top of my head. It ran into my eyes, mingling with the tears wrenched loose by Jesse’s cock nailing my throat.
Thunder shook the ground. Jesse stared down at me with eyes like stars gone supernova, his breaths coming in harsh rasps between his parted lips.
Rain slicked his chest and rippling abs.
Beads of it trickled down his happy trail to the dark curly hair on his groin.
His fingers flexed against the back of my skull.
I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard on the upstroke. Precum shot down my throat, and I moaned around his shaft.
“Good boy,” he grated, swiping a rough thumb over my cheekbone. “More, puppy.”
I did it again, sucking and swallowing. Lightning crackled across the sky, the strobed white light illuminating every drop of rain on his shoulders.
My knees sank deeper into the wet ground. Pine needles stabbed my shins. Heat flashed through my veins, at odds with the chill whispering over my skin.
“Enough,” Jesse growled. He moved in a blur, and I was suddenly on my back with my legs spread and Jesse on his knees between them. Rain dripped from his jaw as he shoved my legs up and barked, “Hold them.”
Panting, I grabbed the backs of my thighs and pulled my knees to my shoulders. Rain hit the backs of my shins, my cleft, my asshole.
Jesse loomed above me like some pagan nature god. Mud smeared his abs. The rain had turned his brown hair black, and his eyes were two burning amber slits. His erection thrust from its nest of dark hair, looking way too fucking big to fit inside me.
He leaned down and spit on my opening. I was still moaning when he licked his fingers and pushed one deep.
My ring fluttered and clamped around the burn.
Lust crawled up my guts. He pumped his spit inside me, stroking and caressing like he’d mapped my walls.
And he had. He’d memorized me, and now he stretched me just the way he wanted me.
My balls pulled tight. Rain fell in my eyes, but I blinked it away, no time for that shit when Jesse was working me open with the skill of a maestro.
Goosebumps prickled over my skin. A slutty moan broke from me as I let my knees fall wide, heels hitting the dirt.
Jesse dropped his gaze to my cleft. He spread me open with his thumbs and stroked up and down my damp rim. His nostrils flared, and his voice was almost reverent as he said, “Damn, baby, you’ve got a nice hole.”
I gasped through my raw throat. Rain drenched my face as I dug my heels in the mud and lifted my hips, chasing his fingers the way I’d chased his mouth.
His cock was flushed red, thick veins bulging around the shaft.
His eyes were brighter than the lightning, his pupils two pinpricks of black in the glowing gold.
He pushed three fingers inside me, and the burn flared hot again.
At the same moment, he bent and sucked my cock into his mouth.
My world narrowed to his slick tongue on my shaft and his thick fingers stretching my ring.
He swirled and sucked, bobbing on my dick as he pushed deeper and found my gland.
My back came off the ground, and my shout shook the trees. My hole clamped, doing its own thing while coherent thought packed its bags and left. Jesse worked me from the inside, massaging my prostate while he slurped up and down my dick.
Pressure. Bliss. Goddamn bliss straight from the tap. Too fast. Too much. I squirmed, jaw hanging open and my body dangling by the thinnest rope.
“I can’t…” I gasped. “Oh god.” Desperation lashed me, and I clawed at the cold mud on either side of my hips.
I couldn’t come without permission, but he was so, so good.
Everything was bright and good, my orgasm a shiny comet barreling toward me, ready to nail me in the center of the chest. “Jesse, stop. I’m gonna—”
He pulled off with a slick sound. “Come,” he ordered, and swallowed me back down.
My muscles clenched, and I came on a hoarse cry, my release tearing up my spine. I screamed, legs shaking and vision whiting out.
Jesse’s mouth worked around me. Then his fingers left my ass, and the world flipped. I landed on my stomach and gasped against the ground as he forced my legs wide and palmed my ass. He spread me, pushing my hips deeper into the mud. Rain hit my cleft. Stubble scraped my cheeks.
Then something hot flowed over my hole. Something so much wetter than the rain. My own release, warm and slick, drizzling from Jesse’s lips and pooling around my opening. It dripped down my crack and trickled over my balls.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck.
“Fuck,” I whined, pine needles sticking to my lips. Lightning flashed, and the forest flared bright green against the black sky. Jesse’s weight landed on my back, and his hot breath hit my nape as he wedged his erection between my semen-soaked cheeks.