He exhaled shakily. When he did Owen cupped his jaw, his long fingers touching his hair like they’d touched Suzanne’s. Owen caressed him with gentleness. Tom had the feeling there was nothing the formidable were wanted more in this world, at this moment, than to touch him. Tom’s cock started to thicken and rise so quickly he groaned.
Tom also liked it when the kiss turned possessive, when Owen let some of his strength loose, slanted his mouth and drove his tongue in steady and deep. The taste of him made Tom lightheaded. That hint of coffee and chocolate, dark and bittersweet. He barely registered the sound of the shower turning on. Owen’s chin was rough against his, not buttery soft like a woman’s. Yet another difference Tom found himself relishing.
“What the…?” he blurted out when Owen yanked him across the bed. The other male’s biceps swelled as he hoisted Tom’s weight. Big and strong himself, he struggled to get his head around the ease with which Owen manhandled him, laid him down and buried his face in his neck and scraped his teeth over his skin.
Like they had a mind of their own, Tom’s arms came around the other male and held him close. He arched his neck so Owen could reach more of him, gasped at the sharp, stinging pressure of Owen’s incisors. He’d never wanted to be claimed, never wanted to be marked but that was only because he’d never met anyone he’d felt a compulsion to mate with.
When Owen continued to seduce him with the teasing, gliding pressure of his teeth, the soft nips and tugs of his lips, the warmth of his tongue, Tom squirmed then brought his fist down on the bed. His hips punched up. His cock ached to rub against Owen’s. Shifting his weight, Owen eluded him, held his shoulders down, moved to an untouched part of his throat and started sucking on his skin.
“
Bastard
,” Tom groaned and trembled when Owen pinched his nipple between thumb and forefinger then rubbed it with diabolical slowness.
Owen’s only response was a deep, seductive chuckle that made the moist heat of his breath flow over Tom’s skin. Then he lifted his hips, slid his hand between their bodies and fisted Tom’s cock.
This time his groan was drawn-out and came from deep inside his belly. Owen handled him with just enough roughness to make his balls tingle. His body was hot and smooth in a way that made Tom want to be rubbed all over. When the muscles in his back shifted then let the momentum carry through to his hips he could only grunt in frustration. What had been a thrilling, merciless jerk stopped. Owen held him tight, almost too tight. With fingers wrapped in an unforgiving, restrictive circle around the base of his cock Tom could only shake his head in frustration. There was no way he could come like this. No way for more blood to pump into his rod. Or out. Not until his hips stopped moving and they settled back onto the bed in an acquiescence that took every bit of control Tom could muster did Owen’s hand start to move again.
Those big, rough fingers wrapped around him. His palm ghosted up his length, paused at the tip, held, twisted almost to the point of pain, squeezed then slid back down.
Gradually Tom opened his eyes. He couldn’t remember closing them. Owen’s scary-handsome face hovered over him. The other male was staring down their bodies, looking at him with the same adoration he usually reserved for Suzanne. He licked his lips and exposed his teeth as he watched his hand moving on Tom’s cock.
Tom could only moan, wrap his arms back around the big were and pull his mouth down to his. He moaned again. The taste of Owen, his deep, rumbling growls, made Tom ache to fuck. Harsh puffs of warm air misted Tom’s cheeks as the other male started breathing hard and fast. His tongue filled Tom’s mouth, caressed, seduced yet plundered at the same time. Shaking, he absorbed the sensations as his palate was stroked and huffed in time with the tensing of his abdominals when Owen ran his tongue over his teeth.
His scent filled Tom’s head. Hot and heady, Owen smelled like power underscored with the sweet musk of sweat left over from the battles he’d won that evening.
Just when he couldn’t stand it any longer Tom felt Owen’s weight bear down on him. It got hard to breathe then Owen’s mass shifted so the pressure was lower down. There was nothing Tom could do to stop the bigger were from spreading his legs and dropping between them.
He heard the night table drawer open and close, heard the lube drop onto the bed beside them. When Owen grabbed his knee and lifted it so the back of his thigh was pressing into Owen’s chest, Tom began to struggle. He wasn’t scared and he really didn’t want the intimacy, the off-the-charts hotness between them to stop. But he was a powerful were in his own right. Maybe not as powerful as Owen but more than strong enough to stand up to him. Fight to be on top. He might not win but his pride and his inner wolf demanded he try.
Snarling and baring his teeth, Tom shoved at Owen. He tried to roll him off but the big bastard just braced his legs and laid more of his weight on Tom’s chest, compressing his rib cage. Fighting hard, making use of the last few oxygenated seconds he had, Tom drove his forearm into Owen’s shoulder. He could have gone for the cheap hit and punched Owen’s bruised ribs but that kind of win would only be overturned the next time they did battle.
And next time Owen might not be in the mood to play nice.
The big were grabbed Tom’s wrist, pressed his thumb into a spot that made Tom cringe and howl. “I know you have to fight me. I also know I’m going to win. I’ll stop this…” Owen punctuated the last word with a thrust of his hips and Tom groaned when the other were’s cock slid against his. “If you want me to. At any point, just say the word.” He let go of Tom’s wrist and licked the spot he’d just brutalized. “But until then, I’m going to fuck you.” The muscles in his face rippled and his words came out oddly distorted, guttural like his wolf was close to the surface. After giving his head a quick shake Owen leaned down, brushed his lips over Tom’s then nipped his lower lip. “Make love to you.” Suddenly his voice was quiet. That same deep, erotic rumble was there only this time it was subtle, seductive.
Tom touched the other male’s mouth and was rewarded with a series of light kisses that made the pads of his fingers tingle.
Damn. He was pretty sure even Suzanne had never made him tingle.
“You finished?” Owen asked. “Because I’d like to get back to the hotter-than-hell sex. With you.” The grin that quirked up the corner of Owen’s mouth was catching and Tom felt his own lips do the same thing.
“Yeah. Finished.” Tom rolled his hips and was rewarded when Owen hissed like his nuts were caught up in a pleasure vise. He felt the gentle shifting of Owen’s body, heard the top being popped off the lube, smelled it before he felt Owen’s fingers on his ass.
The first touch of the lube was cold and Tom jerked, just a little. After that there was nothing but warm wetness being smeared across his hole. He stiffened and couldn’t help it.
“We’ll stop anytime you want,” Owen repeated. He kissed him leisurely, as if there was nothing but the two of them and more time than they could ever want. The timbre of his voice made Tom’s cock twitch, the heat and power of the other male’s body worked their magic too. When the finger pressing against his opening paused then breached him slowly Tom didn’t stiffen. Instead he trembled and held on to the big male’s shoulders. His leg was still hoisted up between them so he couldn’t get as close as he wanted but it was still good. He could practically taste the intimacy between them as Owen worked his finger into him, watched his face like he was searching for signs of hesitation, maybe even distress, then pulled it out with a slow turn that made Tom growl.
“Damn that’s hot,” Owen groaned then pressed into him again. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
With the sensuality
he
was capable of, it was a wonder the other male didn’t have females falling all over him. Oh yeah, Suzanne would shred them. Maybe him too, after tonight.
A second finger joined the first. Inhaling sharply, Tom absorbed the quick burn that morphed into a pressure and a gentle stretch that made his balls draw up tight. He relaxed into the feeling and licked his lips.
“More,” he moaned. “Fuck it. Give me more.”
Owen’s only response was a wild grin and a tiny increase in speed.
“I’m not fragile, dammit.”
“No but you’re a virgin here. Right? So we start slow and pick up the pace only when you’re ready.”
“I
am
ready.”
That made Owen laugh. The deep rumble transferred from his chest into Tom’s and felt achingly intimate.
“You make me feel ten feet tall and hard as granite.” Owen cut off any more complaints by kissing Tom again, parting his lips with his, running his tongue across Tom’s with uninhibited relish.
After that Tom stopped trying to control what the bigger were was doing to him and focused on how damn good Owen made him feel, the feel of his mouth on his, those big fingers working into him so patiently. When a fingertip nudged his prostate then stroked it lightly and slowly, Tom froze. Then his back arched and he groaned so loud his throat hurt. Sweet mother of… He’d never felt anything so good. Pre-cum dribbled out of him and smeared between his belly and Owen’s.
“So. Fucking. Sexy.” Owen’s moan was cut off when he latched on to Tom’s throat. Lips and tongue worked him over with a spiraling intensity that matched what he was feeling down south. He shook his head but it was with disbelief when a third finger joined the first two and pressed into him so cautiously Tom wanted to bellow his frustration.
Every withdrawal brought the tips of two fingers into contact with that sweet spot deep inside him, bracketing it, stroking him until he squirmed and panted. It went on forever. It didn’t last nearly long enough. He was shaking, burying his head back into the mattress, when Owen finally removed his fingers.
Another muffled pop, another quick whiff of lube then the hot blunt tip of Owen’s cock was rubbing against his back passage.
“Grab your ass,” the big were moaned. “Spread yourself for me. Show me you want me. Show me you want this,” the cock head pressed into him, spread his loosened sphincter just enough to make him gasp then eased off, “as much as I do.”
No lover had ever asked him for that much capitulation. But then Owen was no ordinary lover. Nodding jerkily, Tom slid his fingers around his ass cheeks and pulled. All of a sudden it wasn’t about who was stronger or who was on top. It was about two lovers and Tom felt his courage rise as he showed Owen what he wanted, shared his need, his heart. Gave this lover what they were both aching for.
Owen leaned his weight back then inhaled. “You’re…beautiful.” His mouth fell open as he pressed into Tom’s opening.
Enthralled, Tom felt himself being spread. Like before, he gasped as Owen breached him. His gasp was cut off and he stiffened with amazement as his ring snapped tight behind the flared head. Above him Owen was all male beauty and power. His face was flushed, his lids were heavy with need. That wide, unforgiving chest rose and fell fast, rocking against him in a way that made Tom want to be ridden hard and fast. The scent of him filled Tom’s head and he licked the other were’s throat then rumbled with satisfaction when Owen sighed and held himself closer.
Still breathing hard, Owen held himself up on his arms, hanging still and patient above him. Only when Tom let go of his ass to mold his fingers to Owen’s hips, only when he squirmed impatiently, did Owen bare his teeth and press deeper.
Tom shook his head in disbelief. As much as he loved fucking women, this feeling of being claimed, being possessed, made him want to howl with pleasure. Huh. No wonder females got off on it so much. He slowed his breathing in an effort to center himself so he could concentrate on the incredible things Owen was doing. That pole of his was hard and thick and he wielded it with a gentleness that made Tom moan for more.
Owen must have heard because he started thrusting a little faster, going deeper with every downstroke, catching Tom’s prostate with that broad mushroom cap on every upstroke. God help him but he wouldn’t last long, not at this rate. Gasping, grunting with pleasure, he hung on to his lover’s thick biceps, struggled beneath the weight of his own leg pinning his chest in place, even though he didn’t want to be freed. The feeling of being full up, the stretching, were like nothing he’d ever known. Nothing he’d ever imagined. It was hotter than fuck and felt twenty times as good. But when Owen slid his belly back and took hold of Tom’s cock, gathered up the slick pools of pre-cum and used them so the friction of his pumping hand didn’t burn, Tom shook and cried out.
“Come for me, baby. Come on.”
Part of Tom loved the cautious way Owen fucked his ass. Part of him was annoyed as hell. All of him, however, tensed as that familiar tingling gathered at the base of his spine, moved into his balls and made his hips punch forward. He couldn’t hold back what promised to be a Grade-A orgasm. Didn’t even want to. With Owen’s shaft going deep into places he hadn’t been aware of, with that thick head rubbing his sweet spot, not to mention the big hand pumping him so hard he saw stars, Tom felt the first, muscular throb as his nuts went hey-nanny-nanny. They tucked up high and hard, pulsed with every spasm of pleasure, made him grind his teeth because it was almost too good to bear.
It got even better when Owen growled then shoved into him fast and deep. The fat rod inside him began to throb in time with the big were’s grunts. Owen held him tight, his arms bulged until Tom thought that thick skin might split. Finally Owen gasped, shuddered then started to withdraw.