Chapter 19 #2
Krys thumped his head against the headboard.
I took everything slow, focusing on his eyes as my palm grazed his underwear, his soft balls gathering against my palm as I dared to stroke his shaft.
He released a ragged breath.
“This is one secret I can keep.” I licked my lips. “Can I pet you for a while?”
When he eagerly nodded, I sat up.
I need to stop. He’s not ready for this. I’m not ready for this. He’s my packmate! I’m seducing my packmate, and when Tak finds out, it’s all over. This will end badly. Don’t do it. He’ll never look me in the eye again. What if it ruins our friendship?
Ignoring the voice in my head, I rummaged in my bag and pulled out a bottle of lube.
“What’s that?”
I jerked my chin at him. “Take them off.”
Part of me thought if I was bold with my advances, he might chicken out. Not everyone was brave enough to explore the fantasies in their heads.
Krys slipped out of his trunks at the speed of light.
When he was bare to me, I soaked him in like a sponge.
His long, thick shaft was growing larger.
I’d seen him many times during a shift. He was circumcised and longer than average, but that never told the whole story.
I’d seen all kinds of surprises during arousal.
Some were shorter, fatter, or even curved like a banana.
Krys was spectacular, and I reserved that description for few men.
I stroked the velvety skin of his shaft and watched for a reaction. He looked like he wanted to close his eyes but was forcing them open to watch. Not just what I was doing but watching me.
When he reached his full length, I palmed the head, tempted to have a taste but taking things slow. Krys was a virgin in my eyes, and that deserved all the reverence.
I poured a generous amount of lube in my palm and set the bottle on the nightstand.
“Do you always carry that around?” he asked.
“I’m gonna straddle you. Is that okay?”
He nodded his consent.
I anchored my knees on either side and adjusted my position so he was between my legs. Then I cupped my lubed-up palm on the underside and stroked.
Krys groaned and clenched his teeth. When he clutched the pillow behind his head and his biceps flexed, I knew that visual would live in my fantasies forever.
“I locked the door,” I said when he flicked a worried glance to the left.
Once I picked up on what he liked, I stroked him faster and circled my palm around the head.
He felt substantial in my grip. Knowing I was his first put pressure on me to do everything right—to learn his cravings and feed that appetite.
My tempo got faster before I slowed down and teased him with feather-like strokes over a sensitive nerve.
Krys thrusted his hips. “I want to see you.”
Yes, yes, yes.
“This isn’t about me,” I said, surprised to hear the words coming out of my mouth.
“Take them off,” he growled.
I shivered at his command. It wasn’t until that moment that I realized how badly I wanted him to order me around. After standing, I slowly unzipped my pants and slid out of them.
“Hand me my belt,” he said, extending his arm.
I swallowed hard. Belts were for spanking, but I already knew what he did with his.
“It keeps my wolf down,” he added as if embarrassed.
After handing it to him, he looped it around his neck and secured the latch. It wasn’t a tight fit but would definitely keep his animal contained.
I crawled back onto the bed in my blue bikini briefs, got a little more lube, and straddled him again.
Krys gripped his pillow like a life preserver, his biceps bulging, his jaw clenched and eyes ripe with desire.
Damn if this didn’t feel forbidden.
While gently stroking his length, I used my other hand to take my dick out. As I pleasured him, the two touched. His was unquestionably bigger, but I had no insecurities. His dominant personality and impressive body set me aflame, and my wolf was pushing beneath my skin.
“Tell me if you want to stop.” I stroked him faster.
Krys placed his hands on my thighs and watched me possessively. I wanted to explode with that first touch.
“Touch yourself,” he said, his voice deep enough to penetrate my soul. It wasn’t a request—it was a demand.
This was the part where everything between us could unravel.
I held the base of my thick appendage and gave it a squeeze. Then, slowly and forcefully, I glided my hand upward, the pressure building in the head.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Keep doing that, little wolf. Don’t stop.”
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. His hands were anchored on my thighs and rubbing them to the point I had to stop and cool down before I came. This was better than any fantasy because it was real.
I wrapped my palm around him and stroked both of us together. We were gasping for oxygen that never seemed like enough. Then I lifted his hand and brought it to the party so he could see how good we felt together.
Krys shot up. I thought he was about to bolt, but instead, he flipped me onto my back, straddled me, and lubed up his palm to return the favor.
His intimate touch sent me hurtling for the finish line.
Krys didn’t hold back, and he maintained eye contact the entire time so I could see his wolf watching me behind those blue eyes.
I struggled to think of something else to make it last longer, but the fight was over before it ever started.
I came hard and fast. Unable to shout out, I bit back my moan and relished the feel of his hand around me while I climaxed.
Dizzy and embarrassed as hell, I dared to look him in the eye.
Great. Now he thinks I can’t last.
Krys smirked before leaning down to kiss me. I reached between us and gripped his shaft. He rocked his hips, and when his kisses made their way to my neck, I groaned into his ear.
“Do that again,” he whispered, pumping faster into my right hand.
I gripped the back of his head and nibbled his ear. After a rumbling growl, I whispered his name.
Again and again.