03-Strength of the Mate (18 page)

Dawson easily slipped two fingers into Adam’s hole. He twisted his wrist, spreading the lube along the walls of Adam’s channel. Dawson pushed a third finger inside to join the first two. Adam grunted, squeezing his eyes shut. He arched his back when the sensation became too much. Dawson pushed his fingers deep, pressing hard against the rim of Adam’s hole. The burn stole Adam’s breath.

“Damn it!” Dawson slid his hand free of Adam’s body. He pulled back just far enough to pour a generous amount of slick over his blood-red erection. The bottle bounced against the shower floor when Dawson tossed it aside impatiently.

Adam started to lower his leg, ready for Dawson to spin him around violently and shove him hard into the shower wall. He clutched at Dawson, surprised to find himself lifted off the ground completely.

Dawson bent one of Adam’s legs over each of his arms. His hands bruised Adam’s skin when Dawson gripped his hips tightly. His breath was hot against Adam’s cheek when Dawson nuzzled him. Adam canted his hips in Dawson’s grip, trying to get the angle just right. Dawson tortured him, dragging his cock along the cleft of Adam’s ass. The head of Dawson’s erection nudged at Adam’s hole, but didn’t push inside.

A tremor ran through Dawson’s body. Adam realized it had to be damn hard, holding him off the floor like this.

“You can set me down,” he said, pushing against Dawson’s arms. “I know I’m getting heavy.”

“Not even close.” Dawson pushed Adam’s knees toward his chest, opening him up wide.

“You’re strong, but you’re not that strong,” Adam said, between panting breaths.

“Werewolf strength.” Dawson didn’t give Adam a chance to reply. He thrust his hips forward, pushing the head of his cock past the muscled ring of Adam’s opening.

Adam shouted. He arched his neck and back, squeezing his eyes closed. He wrapped both arms around Dawson’s shoulders, clutching at him desperately. Dawson was relentless. Adam’s hole stretched wide around Dawson’s thick width. His brain screamed that it was too much, but Adam’s body took all of Dawson inside.

The heat of Dawson’s body was scalding against the skin of Adam’s chest. Dawson’s grip on Adam’s hips was painful. That minor, stinging pain was drowned by the sharp pain of Dawson biting into Adam’s neck. Dawson’s hips met Adam’s ass cheeks when he pushed his dick into him completely. The flare of pain curled Adam’s toes. His hole stretched to the limit, around the root of Dawson’s cock.

Adam’s harsh breathing echoed in the small confines of the room, drowning out everything else. He didn’t even recognize some of the sounds he was making. He squirmed in Dawson’s grip, his body struggling to accommodate Dawson’s dick. His own cock left wet smears of pre-come on his belly. Dawson’s skin was hot against Adam’s chest, the backs of his thighs, and his ass cheeks. Gooseflesh rose on Adam’s skin when Dawson panted against his neck. Adam moaned decadently when Dawson’s teeth in his flesh were replaced by the unbearable heat of a wet, open-mouthed kiss.

“Too much,” Adam gasped. Reflexively, he clutched at the back of Dawson’s head. “You’re too much.”

If Dawson heard him, he ignored Adam’s plea. He sucked hard at Adam’s skin, flicking it teasingly with his tongue.

Adam sucked a sharp breath in through his clenched teeth as Dawson slowly slid his erection out. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” he chanted, hoping Dawson didn’t pull out completely.

Dawson released the sore patch of Adam’s flesh. He pressed his open mouth to a sensitive spot just beneath Adam’s ear. Adam gasped. He dug his fingers into the soft bristles of hair at the back of Dawson’s head. Adam encouraged the wet kiss. He jolted when Dawson nipped at the growing bruise with his fangs.

The rim of Adam’s hole clenched at the head of Dawson’s prick. With a single, powerful thrust of his hips, Dawson fucked himself back into Adam’s ass. Adam cried out, his body enjoying its own struggle to accommodate Dawson’s cock. Their skin was slick with sweat. They slid against one another as they moved. Adam caught the scent of Dawson’s sweat, and his mouth watered. It made his dick ache painfully.

“Even better than I remembered,” Dawson murmured against the shell of Adam’s ear. “Such a sweet ass, so tight and hot around my dick.” Dawson’s breath was searing . He fucked Adam’s ass with slow, powerful thrusts.

Adam arched his back with each push of Dawson’s hips. He pushed slightly against Dawson’s grip. He wanted Dawson to go faster, fuck him harder. Adam rubbed himself against Dawson, hoping he’d take the hint. He knew he was getting heavy, and Dawson had to be getting tired. Getting dropped onto the floor would kill the mood. It would for Adam, anyway.

Dawson slid his mouth along Adam’s neck, reaching the vulnerable pulse point in his throat. A violent shiver shook Adam’s body at just how close to danger he was. Dawson could kill him easily, with a simple bite. Adam knew he would never be in danger from Dawson, though.

Unless he dropped him.

Dawson chuckled. The sound vibrated against Adam’s throat and rolled through his entire system. “I’m a werewolf, remember?” Dawson asked in a rasping voice. He flicked his tongue over Adam’s pounding pulse. “You weigh nothing to me. I’d never drop you. You’re always safe in my arms.”

Dawson’s words sent another shiver rolling through Adam’s system. Adam must have said something out loud. He’d have to be careful not to blurt out any secrets when he came. Dawson’s words were heavy with meaning. Adam didn’t mix sex and emotion, but damn if this quick fuck wasn’t suddenly intimate. They were standing in a fucking shower, for Chrissake.

Adam swallowed hard against his suddenly tight throat. His mouth had gone dry. That was probably from all his heavy breathing. “For such a big, strong werewolf, you’re fucking me like a wussy human.” Adam tested Dawson’s strength. He pushed his legs against Dawson’s arms, gasping at the pleasant result.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” Dawson said, dark humor lacing his tone. He sucked hard on the patch of skin in Adam’s throat, drawing even more blood to the surface. “I could hurt you in my enthusiasm.”

Adam drew his own legs closer to his chest. Dawson’s cock abruptly slid deeper into his ass, pressing on some new spots inside his body. “What? Just ’cause I’m not a Marine, I can’t handle a good, hard fuck?”

“Fucking love you as a pushy bottom.” Dawson smiled against Adam’s throat. “If you want somethin’, fuckin’ take it. Or do I have to do all the work?”

Adam recognized the taunt and the challenge. He moved against Dawson, slowly at first, making sure he wasn’t about to be dropped. Adam pushed his thighs against Dawson’s arms. He arched and bowed his back. Dawson moved with him, steadily thrusting his hips, their skin meeting with rhythmic slaps.

It felt good, but it still wasn’t right. Adam wrapped one arm around Dawson’s shoulders. He cradled the back of Dawson’s neck with his other hand. With the wall behind him for leverage, Adam easily fucked himself on Dawson’s cock. He just couldn’t quite get the right angle—or something—to move fast enough. Dawson’s erection pushed deep inside him, but Adam wanted him deeper.

“Back,” Adam demanded impatiently. “More room. You strong enough?” The question sounded more like a challenge than Adam meant.

“You get too pushy, I’ll push back,” Dawson said with a chuckle. It seemed effortless when he moved Adam around in his arms.

Dawson’s cheek pressed against Adam’s. His hot breath drifted over the shell of Adam’s ear. Adam still rested solidly in Dawson’s arms, but he wasn’t shoved quite so hard into the wall at his back. Dawson’s grip was still bruising on his hips. Adam’s thighs were spread, his ass open wide. Dawson still had easy access to him, rocking his hips to slide his cock in and out of Adam’s hole.

Testing Dawson’s strength, Adam pushed his legs forward. Dawson held Adam easily. Restlessly, Adam pushed his thighs forward and down. Dawson’s cockhead stretched the rim of Adam’s opening. Adjusting his grip on Dawson’s shoulders, Adam relaxed his body. Dawson’s erection easily slid deep inside Adam’s ass. His body was suddenly full, Dawson’s shaft pressing into new and delightful places. Surprise stole Adam’s breath.

Dawson gave a dirty moan. “Your eager little hole just lets me right in,” he said in a strained voice.

Adam moved the same way again. He dragged himself the length of Dawson’s shaft, clenching his hole tight when he reached the head. Adam relaxed completely. The weight of his body shoved him down over Dawson’s hard-on. “Fuck yeah, that’s good,” Adam said tightly, his ass cheeks meeting Dawson’s hips once more.

“Show me how you like it,” Dawson demanded, his cheek still brushing against Adam’s. “Fuck yourself on my cock, just how you like it.”

Adam didn’t need Dawson’s permission—or instruction. This time, he didn’t just relax, he used Dawson as leverage and shoved himself down over Dawson’s cock. Adam slid along the razor’s edge of pain and pleasure. He moaned, low in his throat, brushing his cheek against the stubble of Dawson’s beard.

“You’re a greedy little shit,” Dawson murmured against Adam’s cheek. “Your demanding little ass really wants my cock, doesn’t it?”

Adam found a rhythm he liked, but almost immediately it wasn’t enough anymore. He picked up his pace, forcing himself down hard over Dawson’s erection. They were both drenched in sweat from their exertions. Skin slid against skin as Adam lost himself in pleasure. Dawson was sturdy and stable under Adam’s weight, and Adam’s anxiety bled away each time his ass cheeks met Dawson’s hips.

“Mmh…fuck…ugh…yeah…yeah…that’s so good…dammit …right there…like that…fuck,” Adam muttered, his lips tingling as they brushed over Dawson’s rough cheek. Dawson’s hard-on kept Adam stretched wide. His length rubbed and pressed against sensitive places deep inside Adam’s body. Adam drove himself down hard over Dawson’s shaft, straining to reach a pleasure that was just beyond him.

This was good. This was so good.

Dawson released his hold on Adam’s hips. His wide, rough hands grasped Adam’s ass cheeks, pulling them apart a little more. He kept Adam spread open. “You like that? That what you want?” he asked in a broken whisper.

“Yeah. Fuck yeah.” Adam stared sightlessly as a new set of sensations overwhelmed him.

Dawson used his new grip to give Adam more of what he craved. Their bodies collided roughly each time Dawson’s cock plunged even deeper into Adam’s ass. The change in angle let the head of Dawson’s dick slide over Adam’s gland on each thrust. That elusive pleasure was a little closer now. Adam didn’t have to reach quite as far for it.

“Is this enough for you to come?” Dawson asked, his lips moving teasingly at the corner of Adam’s mouth. He nuzzled Adam’s cheek, gliding his lips along Adam’s jaw and throat.

Adam dug the fingers of one hand into Dawson’s shoulder, gripping the back of his neck with the other. He struggled to stay grounded. He was damn close to losing what little control of himself he had left. “Yeah…yeah, eventually,” his whispered reply was broken by the rough meeting of their bodies. “Just…don’t stop…please don’t stop…” Why the fuck had he added the please? Hopefully Dawson couldn’t hear Adam’s neediness.

“Use your hand if you need to.” Dawson slid his lips across Adam’s cheek again, flicking his tongue at the corner of Adam’s mouth. “Do what feels good.”

Dawson’s words were thick and slurred. Adam hoped that meant Dawson’s desire was testing his self-control. Keeping one hand on the back of Dawson’s neck, Adam brought his other hand down to touch himself. He wasn’t being selfish or demanding. Dawson had told him to.

Adam gave a strangled cry when he touched himself. His own fingers wrapping around his straining cock sent a tidal wave of aching pleasure rushing through his system. Adam squeezed himself hard at the base of his dick, struggling for control. He panted heavily, his chest heaving, as he begged his traitorous body not to come yet.

Dawson chuckled. “That felt fucking fantastic,” he said against Adam’s lips. “It’s so damn perfect, being inside you.”

Adam stroked himself slowly at first. He didn’t want Dawson thinking Adam was some teenager, coming at the first touch to his dick. Adam sped up the motion of his hand, keeping time with the flex of his hips as he met each of Dawson’s thrusts. The pressure of Dawson’s cock on Adam’s sweet spot melded with the friction of his own stroking hand.

As they pushed and strained against each other, the scents of Dawson’s sweat and arousal were even stronger now. Dawson breathed audibly, his breath ghosting over Adam’s cheek. Adam thought he could taste Dawson’s breath, the way he could smell his desire. If kissing was Dawson’s thing, he’d have done it already.

“Get yourself off how you need to,” Dawson said in a raw voice. He nipped Adam’s lower lip. “I wanna feel you shoot your load on me. Get your spunk on me when you come.”

Adam’s balls tightened and heat built in his groin. Dawson’s dirty talk scratched an itch Adam hadn’t even felt before. A shiver ran through him. Someone made a sound, high-pitched and desperate. Adam shamefully acknowledged that sound had come from him.

Dawson lowered his head. He pressed his wet lips to the other side of Adam’s throat. The sting of his fangs in Adam’s flesh was all pleasure. Dawson flicked his tongue over the patch of skin. He drew it into his mouth and suckled hard.

“Oh fuck!” Adam said hoarsely. It was like the marks Dawson left on his throat had a direct connection to Adam’s cock. His sac tightened, electricity rocketing through his balls as he stroked himself. He should care that the bruises would be visible in the morning, but he didn’t.

Adam was hurtling toward a violent explosion. The sound of his fist on his cock was louder now. Bolts of electricity raced up his spine, each time Dawson hammered his cockhead against Adam’s gland. Christ, Adam thought his body was about to fly apart.

“You’re so close,” Dawson growled against Adam’s jaw. “You’re so close, I can smell you.” He bit down on tender skin where Adam’s neck met his shoulder.

Adam squeezed his eyes shut, reflexively. Lights exploded behind his lids, showering the inside of his skull with sparks. Adam’s throat was raw from his loud, guttural shouts. The back of his head hit the shower wall when Adam arched his spine sharply. Dawson never lost his rhythm, thrusting his hips hard, still working his cock in and out of Adam’s ass.