Chapter 16
TRACE
Having Wolfe in my arms and hard for me was fucking me up.
His tall, muscular body as it moved against mine. The dark stubble on his jaw rasped beneath my fingers. His lust-rough voice. His thick cock pushing the fabric of his pants into an obscene tent against my stomach. All of it was a drug perfectly calibrated to make me lose control.
Which was why when he said he wanted me inside him, I had to stare at him for a long moment before I could formulate a reply.
“Or not.” Wolfe misunderstood my silence, and his blush grew so intense, it was visible even in the near darkness. “If you don’t want… that.”
Was he serious? I wanted him so much my skin was itching with it.
“Fuck yes, I want that.” Still, I paused. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, Trace. Fuck. Jesus.” He closed his eyes and inhaled as if seeking patience. “This is never going to work if you question me at every turn.”
“Baby.” I ran a hand over his dark hair. “I’m not questioning you because I don’t think you know your own mind. I’m questioning you because I can’t believe this is actually happening.” I shook my head. How could I explain this?
“This is a little too good to be true,” I admitted. “Things this good don’t come this easy. Not for me, anyway.”
Wolfe’s expression softened. “Don’t know if this is easy. It took me a long time to get you into bed. Years, actually.”
He was right, of course. I’d resisted him, this, for a long time.
Now I knew I was in love with him. And he was clearly still interested in me.
But there was still a mountain of issues for us to climb.
What would a relationship between us look like?
I couldn’t imagine telling Derek and Jude that I was fucking their son, even if he was a fully legal, consenting adult.
I also couldn’t imagine going back the way we’d been, though. Which left me to follow his lead.
And he’d been very clear right now on what he wanted.
I reached down to stroke his cock over the fabric of his pants. “Think maybe you can take these off for me?”
It took his brain a minute to kick in, but then he blushed a deeper red and scrambled under me to shuck the remaining fabric between us. I took the opportunity to yank off my own underwear before asking him for lube and a condom.
“Oh.” He said, blinking at me. “I don’t… have any condoms. I didn’t think I’d need—”
The idea that he hadn’t been prepared for sex on the road surprised me. “No hookups on your trip?”
“I mean… yes, but not… not anal.”
Those big eyes and reddened cheeks… I wanted to bite the man.
“Have you ever—?”
“Yes! God, yes. Plenty. Yes.”
I bit back a laugh. “Okay, Casanova. Not sure I needed such an enthusiastic response to that one.”
He inhaled noisily and then blew it out before meeting my eyes. “I went through an app phase, okay? A few years ago. Tried out a bunch of stuff. To see what I liked.”
I hated hearing that. Not because I didn’t respect his right to hook up with whoever he wanted, but because I knew what those hookups could be like. Impersonal. Transactional. The kind of interaction that wasn’t likely to give Wolfe the consideration he deserved.
I reached for his cock before pulling gently. “And how’d that go? You discovered you liked bottoming?”
His pupils were large, and his breathing had become shallow. “Huh? Oh, fuck, do that again. Fuck.”
“Answer me, beautiful,” I murmured, dropping a kiss along his jaw.
He blinked, trying to remember the question. “N-not exactly. I mostly topped.”
I pulled back and frowned. “But I thought you said you wanted—”
“Can we not talk about this? It’s kind of distracting.”
I moved my hand lower, skimming across his balls to his inner thigh and teasing the skin there with light fingertips. “Yeah, no. We’re going to talk about it. If you like topping, why do you want to bottom for me tonight? Because you think that’s what I want?”
“N-no. Just…” He arched back when I brushed my thumb along the crease of his thigh. “Fuck! Just because.”
I leaned in and sucked on his earlobe. “Because why?”
He hissed. “Because the one time I tried it, it wasn’t like I imagined. Okay?”
“No? The guy wasn’t good? Didn’t prep you? Didn’t make you want it?” Then I had a darker thought. “Did he hurt you, Wolfe?”
“No. Jesus. Nothing like that. He tried. Prep was fine. I just…” He bit his bottom lip and looked away.
I moved my hand to his jaw, forcing him to look at me. “Just?”
“Fuck!” He closed his eyes. “I couldn’t get into it because I wished he was…”
He stopped abruptly and swallowed hard. We stared at each other as the unspoken you rang out in the quiet space.
My heart thundered. “Oh,” I said softly.
“Yeah, so.” Wolfe’s shoulder moved against me in a small shrug.
“No pressure?” I teased before leaning in to kiss his lips. Tenderly, at first, but then Wolfe’s hand grabbed the back of my head, tangling my hair into his fist, and I suddenly wanted to devour him.
The physical connection between us was straight fucking fire, unlike anything I’d experienced before.
Which was impossible, really. And super fucking confusing.
When he began to rut up into my stomach, I forced myself to pull away from the kiss. “I get tested regularly, so I’m good to go bare. But only if you—”
“Yes!” He pulled back to give me a fierce look that left no room for doubt. “Fuck yes, Trace. Please.”
I grinned at him before reaching down to slide a fingertip inside the tight heat of his body. His cock jerked up from his belly, reassuring me he was plenty happy with the way things were proceeding. Which was honestly all I needed to know right now.
I drew his nipple into my mouth, holding it with my tongue and sucking gently. Wolfe’s long fingers moved through my hair as his body curled closer to me.
“Don’t stop,” he murmured. “Please.”
“Not stopping.”
I dragged open-mouthed kisses down his side as I continued to stretch him with my fingers, enjoying every harsh intake of breath or low moan in the air around us.
“That good?” I asked.
“Please,” he whispered in response. Over and over until I felt like I was going to lose my mind from how sweet and desperate he was laid out for me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I stretched up to kiss his red lips again, to feel the sharp scrape of his stubble against my cheek and chin.
To feel the tight hold of his hand on the back of my head like he was afraid I was going to leave him again.
“Not leaving, baby,” I said, hoping he believed it.
When I finally moved back between his legs, I had to pause for a second.
To press a hand flat to his hip and just breathe.
Because the sight of Wolfe spread out beneath me—skin flushed, chest rising and falling too fast, cock hard and wet against his belly—was doing things to my self-control I hadn’t anticipated.
I needed to not come the minute I got inside him. I needed to not hurt him by giving in to the part of me that wanted to take him apart as fast and hard as I could.
Three seconds. That was all I allowed myself.
“You okay?” I asked, checking in one last time in case he had any hesitation.
“No! Fuck. Please.”
My heart clenched for a minute before I realized what he meant. “Need something?”
He rolled his eyes and pulled his knees up for me. “You’re not cute. You’re a torturer. Don’t know why I ever fantasized about this.”
I lined myself up and grinned down at him. “Tell me about these fantasies.”
“Well, for one, you actually put your cock inside me. There’s never a two-hour teasing session first.”
His breathing was jagged, and his voice was rough from the moaning he’d been doing.
I pressed in slowly and tried distracting myself from the tight squeeze. “They call it foreplay in some circles.”
His knees were up by his shoulders. I leaned down to press a kiss to his lips while I rocked my hips forward.
“Trace,” he said on a gasp, arching back. “Fuck, more. Please.”
His pleas were going to ruin me forever… if the tight heat of him—bare, with nothing between us—didn’t drive me insane first.
“You were telling me your fantasy,” I reminded him hoarsely, trying to keep myself from coming.
“Wha—? Oh. I-in my favorite one, we’re camping off the Cammeron Trail,” he began, mouth and brain loose from the sensations.
“And the campfire dies down. And… and we get naked under the stars… or-or, I sneak into your tent—J-j-jesus fuck!” he gasped as I tagged his prostate and his channel clenched around me.
The hot clasp of his body around me was indescribable. “Which is it? Naked stargazing or slutty tent boy?” I teased breathlessly as I tried not to embarrass myself.
He sucked in a breath. “B-both? I dunno. I had years, Trace. There’s too many incarnations of the fantasy. Now, stop talking and fuck me.”
The fact that he’d fantasized about doing this with me enough times to have incarnations made me realize how much he wanted me, wanted this.
And now I was just as deep in it. Couldn’t deny it any longer.
“Feel s’fucking good,” I slurred, letting myself go finally so I could fully enjoy the sensation of Wolfe beneath me.
Hot and tight.
Smelling like the hundreds of campfires we’d shared.
Sounding like my favorite tenor melody, except now the lyrics were begging me for more, harder. To not stop. To never stop.
I curled my arms under his shoulder blades, holding his entire body as close as I could while I moved inside him. Wolfe’s legs wove around me, and his hands tangled into my hair to hold my head, his wide eyes laser-focused on mine.
“Trace.”
“Fuck.” My voice sounded more like a whimper, the result of hearing his breathy voice say my name while I was balls-deep inside him. Part of him. Closer than most people would ever be.
I moved in and out of him, cataloguing everything.
Every punched-out sound he made and too-hard press of his fingertips on my skin.
The way his body sucked me in to keep me from pulling out.
The knowledge I’d never once been in the middle of having sex with someone while simultaneously wanting to do it again right this fucking minute.