Chapter 24 #2
“I never run out,” he said on a chuckle.
“But there’s more involved, and I like my ritual.
Anyhow, there’s no rulebook except the one we make.
If there’s something you need or don’t like, we talk about it.
So… what do you need right now? Tell me what you want me to do, Krys.
” He stretched his arms above his head. “I’m yours to command. ”
As much as Krys wanted to give him a list of action items, the only thing he could say was: “Lie still.”
He kissed his way down Virgil’s chest and breathed in his masculine scent. No floral perfumes or fruity lotions coated his skin. Krys never thought he could be so turned on by someone’s natural scent. When he neared his belly button, Virgil sucked in a breath.
Krys had fantasized about taking Virgil inside his mouth and having absolute control—to watch him writhe beneath his touch, twisting and grunting, begging him for more.
Whether Krys was any good at giving head was another story. He considered what he had always wanted from his own partners that they didn’t know intuitively. The visuals. The play. The tongue action. The steady eye contact at just the right moments.
Virgil dipped his chin to watch, his bottom lip pink from his biting it.
Krys wedged himself between his legs and let his tongue glide up Virgil’s shaft. It was semisoft and twitching.
When he did it again, Virgil’s eyes glazed over.
Yeah. That’s the look I want.
He stroked Virgil’s hips while blowing a heated breath on the tip of his dick, teasing it with his tongue. Krys let his goatee brush against it so he’d feel all the sensations.
Teasing was the best part.
Then he languidly kissed his inside thighs while Virgil’s shaft lengthened across his belly. Krys raked his teeth across his skin and made him hiss.
Fucking delicious.
To build up the anticipation, he licked the crease of his thigh. When Virgil released a strangled moan and desperately jutted his hips, Krys took him into his mouth. It was everything he’d imagined and more, and when their eyes locked, he pinched Virgil’s nipples.
“Krys…” Virgil clutched the back of Krys’s head.
Krys knew that needy look. He withdrew and felt his dominant side coming out. “Put your hands back up until I tell you.”
Virgil’s hands flew above his head, and he jutted his hips again.
Krys sucked greedily and showed no mercy by slowing the pace. When Virgil groaned, he released him to stroke his shaft while licking the base of his dick.
Virgil writhed beneath him, tensing every so often as if he might climax.
Krys was careful to watch, making sure not to go too far.
He sucked on the head before kissing his way up to Virgil’s neck.
Damn, how he loved the prickle of a man’s whiskers against his lips.
He gripped Virgil’s wrists to pin him while smothering him with his body.
They fell into a passionate kiss that went deep, making his own cock throb.
Fuck, I’m hot. Can’t breathe.
His heart was accelerating, and his face was so feverish that he thought he might pass out.
Krys broke away and hurried out of the tent. While taking deep breaths, he checked his collar and harness. He’d never been this aroused before, and he needed to cool off, so he gathered up his hair to feel the night breeze against his neck. It took a minute, but he finally calmed down.
Through the opening, he spied Virgil sitting up with a dejected look.
He thinks I’m bailing. He thinks I don’t want him.
Krys approached the tent opening. “Crawl to me.”
Virgil threw him the hottest fucking look. He got on his hands and knees and crawled toward the tent opening, his eyes smoldering. If Krys was rock-hard before, he was pure steel now.
Virgil knelt before him and looked up expectantly.
It was time to put away any insecurities. Krys surrendered completely to his instincts and stroked Virgil’s hair. Because the harness tightened with each deep breath, it forced him to control his breathing.
He cradled Virgil’s head in his hands. “Open your mouth.”
Virgil’s beautiful lips parted, and his tongue flashed out when he licked the corner of his mouth.
“Give me your hand.”
Virgil obediently offered his hand, which Krys wrapped around the base of his throbbing erection.
Then he guided Virgil’s head forward and stopped when the tip reached his lips. He didn’t want to come too soon, so he took a beat and admired this stunning man who was bathed in moonlight.
Virgil took him slowly into his mouth.
Krys groaned at the warmth, the tightness, the way Virgil continued looking up at him expectantly, as if seeking praise.
He gathered Virgil’s hair in the back and held it in his fist. Was this man a psychic?
He knew everything he liked. The tempo, the right amount of pressure, and what to do with his hands.
Oh fuck. His hands. They were everywhere.
Krys attempted to steady his voice. “That’s what I like.” A shudder ran through him as he was nearing climax. “Crawl back inside. Do it slowly.”
Krys wasn’t sure if this was normal play between men, but he was indulging in the fantasies spinning in his head to see what felt right between them. Virgil crawled inside the tent and threw a look over his shoulder that sent a ripple of excitement through him.
After stepping inside, he zipped the door closed. “I want to watch you. Show me what you like.”
Virgil reclined on his back and then worked himself over for an audience of one.
Krys sat close and observed his rhythm while giving his own shaft a light petting. After a few minutes, he memorized the moves that got Virgil hot.
“Turn on your side.” Krys scooted behind him until their bodies were flush.
As much as he loved Virgil’s hair, he moved it aside so he could kiss his neck while stroking his flat chest and stomach possessively.
Virgil trembled beneath his touch. Krys no longer felt the crushing weight of expectations and pressure. He didn’t fear his wolf coming out. This moment wasn’t about him anymore. All he wanted was to give Virgil the pleasure he deserved. He wanted to be in charge of doling it out.
Krys held out his palm. “My hands are rough. Might want to oil them up.” He wanted to laugh at the way it sounded.
After reaching into the open bag, Virgil squirted a generous amount into Krys’s palm.
With his left arm tucked beneath Virgil’s neck and crossing his chest, Krys reached around and massaged everywhere except the one place Virgil expected it. He wanted to tease it out while kissing his neck.
“Are you ready for me?” Krys gripped his shaft. “Answer me.”
“I’m ready.”
“For?”
“I’m ready for you to make me come.”
“That’s my good little wolf.”
Virgil moaned and clutched his arm.
While quickening his strokes, Krys tightened his grip, forcing a guttural moan out of him.
“You’re my wolf,” he growled in his ear.
Virgil rocked his hips as if possessed.
Krys stopped and let him slide in and out of his palm. “I like you all needy.” He kissed the side of his mouth.
Virgil turned his head, his face flushed, and eagerly kissed him back. Their tongues twined, and when the kiss deepened, Virgil rolled onto his back while Krys began pumping his fist. Virgil quit kissing and squeezed his eyes shut.
Without missing a beat, Krys went down and sucked him fast and hard. A few seconds later, Virgil came with a shout and spilled into him.
Krys’s wolf pushed beneath his skin, restrained by the collar and harness. It felt so good to consume that pleasure.
“Oh shit,” Virgil panted, barely able to speak.
Krys fell onto his side and stroked himself while Virgil basked in the afterglow. As he edged closer, his muscles tightened while images from the night replayed in his head. He felt like a tightly wound coil about to spring loose, but he couldn’t make himself come.
Virgil scooted down and sucked him like a greedy motherfucker. Then he reached up and gripped Krys’s harness while he pleasured him like a good little wolf. Virgil moaned deep, and the provocative vibration sent Krys hurtling toward his release.
When Virgil’s knuckles nudged against the sensitive spot below his balls. Krys felt himself split in two and came harder than he ever had before.