Claimed By My Pretend Boyfriend: Blackwater Pack Book Six

by Liam Kingsley

  “You look so good,” he sighed.

  “Mmmm,” I said by way of thanking him.

  The smell of his cock filled my nose, and my senses were so heightened I almost felt as if I had shifted. There were so many notes to his musk, tangy and sweet, that I knew I had to taste. I looked up at him and licked my lips.

  “You want to taste me, don't you?” he asked with his confidence that had always been incredibly hot to me. I loved that he was now confident not just in himself, but in wanting me.

  “Don't you want me to?” I asked with a smile, licking my lips again to tease him.

  He reached down and grabbed his cock in his hand, angling the head toward my mouth. I parted my lips as he slid the head inside. I moaned as my lips parted wider. I already knew his cock was big. I had spent plenty of time staring at its outline in his gray sweatpants. But seeing and feeling it up close was something else entirely. It was a real thing of beauty. So strong and eager, just like Decker.

  I pushed my lips down his cock and my mouth was quickly filled, all the way to the top of my throat, with more than half of his shaft still to go, which he held in his hand. I relished in my mouth being filled with Decker's cock and slid it ever so slightly up and down. He let out a long, low moan. I pushed it deeper and angled myself so that I could take more of it, pushing it further down my throat. I stroked it with my throat like that for a minute and Decker moaned every time I made my way back down.

  “Oh my god,” he stuttered, and I felt him buck his hips into me. I had almost taken the whole thing, but was running out of space and breath. Slipping my lips off the head of his dick slowly, I stuck out the tip of my tongue to meet the slit of his dick and licked it gently. Decker's dick jerked at my teasing touch and he suddenly came to, sitting up and pulling my face up to kiss his mouth. It was a sloppy kiss, my saliva mixed with his precum making a mess of both of us.

  Then Decker made up his mind.

  “I want your ass,” he growled.

  “I want you to take it,” I said hurriedly, as I turned around onto all fours. I felt Decker's big hands grip my ass cheeks and pull them apart. He moaned in anticipation and the sound became garbled as I felt his lips meet my hole. I was dripping wet by that point and he eagerly licked up my slick, running his tongue up my crack, down to my balls, and then swirling around the rim of my ass.

  I whimpered when he pushed his tongue into my hole and I wiggled back against him. He added a finger, pushing his tongue and finger in and out of my wet, pulsing opening, sending shocks of pleasure through me. I gasped for air. With his other hand, he slapped one of my cheeks. I moaned and jerked forward.

  “More. Please,” I said, stumbling over the words.

  He spanked me a few more times and I felt the warmth of blood rushing to the skin as my ass cheek jiggled from the impact. I felt completely drunk with pleasure yet still craved more. As if sensing my craving, Decker pulled away from my ass and asked, “You want my cock?”

  “Please,” I whimpered weakly, with my face turned to the side and pressed into the mattress. “Please fuck me. I've wanted it for so long but never this badly.”

  Decker agreed with a brief chuckle “Oh, man, me too. I've been thinking about slapping your ass ever since I saw it in yoga pants.”

  He leaned over to his bedside table, opened a drawer and pulled out a condom, which he ripped open and rolled down onto his thick cock. He spit on the tip and rubbed saliva all over it, although my hole was so wet by that point it probably wasn't necessary.

  “All right, I'll let you push down on it,” he said caringly.

  “That's very chivalrous of you, but I can handle it.”

  “Just let me know if it's too much, okay? Every guy I've been with has struggled to make it fit, so don't feel awkward if you need to take it slow.”

  “Give it to me,” I demanded.

  Seconds later I felt the head of Decker's cock pushing against my ass. I relaxed as much as I could and whispered “Oh, god” to the mattress as he pushed gently forward. The head slid in slowly and then he stopped with only half of it in. I fucked myself on the tip of his head ever so slightly, then pushed further back onto it. He was right, this was actually a challenge. But I was determined and I knew my yoga practice would help me. I took a deep breath and pushed back again, moving the rim of my ass past the ridge of his head.

  Once the head had popped in, I felt like my soul had left my body and was floating somewhere up near the ceiling. I moaned loudly and persistently. He pushed in further and reached one hand out to grip my cock which was hard and leaking onto the sheets. Finding a rhythm of fucking my ass with his cock and fucking his hand with my cock, I was in pure bliss. Or I thought I was, until my balls started to tighten, my ass gripped his cock even tighter, and I felt an orgasm rising inside me.

  “I'm gonna...I'm gonna...” I panted and moaned, my eyes rolling, and a rush of blood pulsing across my chest and up my neck.

  Decker picked up the pace of his movements and three strokes later my cock had exploded in his hand. I collapsed onto the bed and he followed, his dick never leaving my hole as his whole body pressed me into the mattress. I breathed in deep and my mind went blank. All I felt or thought about was his perfect cock inside me. We lay like that for a minute and then I felt his cock start to throb and slide in and out of me again, just an inch at a time. I moaned softly.

  “Ugh...yes...More,” I managed to squeak out with the last shred of function left in my brain.

  Decker gave me a few more inches and I started bucking back onto him again. We found another rhythm, faster this time, and his cock started rubbing my prostate, making my cock hard enough to slap against my stomach again. My whole body felt like warm liquid and before I knew it I had exploded again, strings of cum flying up onto my chest without either of our hands even touching my cock.

  “Holy fuck,” Decker moaned.

  It was all I could do at that point to hold myself up on my knees. My arms had collapsed beneath me and Decker had to hold up my ass with his hands on my hips as he kept fucking me. I was panting and drooling onto the bed.

  “Oh god oh god oh god,” I whispered over and over. Then I felt Decker's cock expand inside me, right up against the rim of my ass. We were locked together, and he could barely keep fucking me. I felt so high and spent from my orgasms, and so wrapped up in my desire for more of him, that I barely registered what was happening

  “Oh, shit,” he said, and my mind started clearing.

  “Oh, shit...” he said again, “I'm knotting.”

  My eyes shot open, and all of a sudden another rush of orgasm started sweeping over me. This time, it felt like I truly left my body. My eyes rolled back in my head as I let out a quivering, desperate moan and felt my whole body pulsing, trembling, and throbbing with pleasure. The only thought I had was of disbelief. Not only did I get to have the fuck of a lifetime with my ultimate crush, but we were fated mates?!

  His cock was so thick by that point that he had trouble making it move at all, but with a few stilted thrusts, he was shaking and groaning, and he suddenly came deep inside me. He shuddered and wrapped an arm around my stomach. I loved feeling his hot, wet abs tremble against my back as he moaned and sighed against my shoulder. After his orgasm finished, we both fell down onto the bed, managing to twist onto our sides so he could stay inside me in a spooning position. I reached my hand back to hold the back of his neck and he kissed my neck sloppily.

  We lay like that for what felt like hours until his knot started to go down. And then we lay like that for even longer. I loved the feeling of his heaviness on top of me. I loved how limp my whole body felt. Eventually, he grabbed the base of the condom and pulled his dick out, tossing the bag of spunk in the trash.

  When he flopped back onto the bed next to me, I rolled over and laid my head on his shoulder. Neither of us said anything for a minute, we just lay there and enjoyed each other's sweat, breath, pulse, and heat. I felt a tear leave my eye and roll onto his skin.
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  Then I felt Decker's chest shaking and looked up at him to see him smiling with his eyes closed. He was laughing and I immediately burst out giggling too. We kept laughing without speaking like two idiots. Fated?! It all seemed almost too obvious.

  “Fated mates,” he said decidedly. “I guess it wasn't fake after all.”

  “I guess it wasn't fake at all.”

  That was all I could say. I managed to prop my head up on one elbow and hold my chin in my hand. Seeing his face flushed from orgasm rather than embarrassment like I was used to made me excited.

  “Do you think you could do that again?” I asked softly.

  “My god, you're insatiable!” he accused, but reached into his drawer right away for another condom.

  “Well, now that I know we're fated… Why stop?!”

  “I'm not arguing,” he said as he rolled on the condom and entered me, pushing me back to that place of pure nirvana where all that existed was my hole, his cock, and our knot.

  15

  Decker

  The comedown from that first night with Tripp was heavy, but softened by the soft touch and sweet words of my mate as we lay together, finally tired after our third fuck in a row. I woke up the next morning from a sudden rush of energy as I remembered what had happened. My eyes flew open and a huge, smug smile broke out across my face.

  “Good morning, big boy,” Tripp whispered. I turned my head to the side and smiled even wider when I saw his big grinning face, cuddled up in the blankets.

  “Mm, good morning,” I said, rolling over to press my lips against his.

  “That was… Quite the night,” he said, and I heard a little tremble of worry in his voice.

  “That was the best night of my life,” I told him frankly, and watched as the concern melted off his face. He beamed at me and I felt my heart flutter.

  “I'm going to be pretty busy this week,” he sighed, running his fingers over my face.

  “Too busy to do this again?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

  “God, I hope not. Next weekend maybe? I've got drinks with Sutton and a new friend of his on Saturday night... And all week I have to do a lot of editing of the new videos, and a lot of advertising. I've really been slacking on my social media community and I think people are noticing.”

  An uneasy feeling started to well up in my chest and I realized that I'd been doing the same. I couldn't remember the last time I'd checked on my visitor stats, or replied to an email requesting specific content.

  “I should do the same,” I mumbled.

  “I don't want to go anywhere,” he sighed and wrapped a heavy arm around me and I pulled him into a tight hug.

  “Then stay right here,” I purred, kissing him softly.

  “If you insist,” he sighed, and immediately fell back to sleep.

  We did eventually pull ourselves out of bed and Tripp wandered around my apartment wearing a sheet, really checking out my home for the first time.

  “Hm, the light in here isn’t very good,” he sighed as he stood in the living room.

  “Um, rude!” I gasped from the kitchen.

  “I mean, it’s fine for your videos!” he said. “But mine need a lot more light.”

  “Oh, do they?” I teased.

  “They do!”

  “The light in here is great.”

  “I don’t know about that,” he grumbled.

  I stopped bickering and a huge smile burst across my face as I watched Tripp looking up and down the blinds on my living room windows. His silhouette was perfectly lit from behind and it felt like he’d always been here.

  He glanced at me and frowned. “What is it?”

  “You just look really good here,” I said honestly. “Here, in my apartment.”

  A huge grin spread across his face and I heard him let out a tiny whine of happiness.

  Nona didn’t answer her door, but I let myself in and practically skipped down the hall to her painting studio.

  I knocked on the doorframe and poked my head in to find her at her easel, as I predicted.

  “Well, hello. How the heck was last night?” she asked.

  “Well, you'll be happy to know that the pasta was a hit,” I scowled.

  Nona broke out laughing and dabbed another splatter of paint onto her canvas. “I just wanted to be involved! Tell me, how was the rest of the date?”

  “That's what I wanted to tell you about,” I grinned, and waited.

  She finally glanced up from her canvas, and I just kept on grinning. Her eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. She took in a sudden gasp and put down her paintbrush.

  “You... You found your fated mate,” she said, bringing a hand to her chest.

  I let out a short laugh and nodded.

  “You found your fated mate!” she repeated, jumping out of her chair and rushing over to wrap me up in a tight hug. She barely came up to my chest, but it felt like she was embracing all of me.

  “I found my fated mate,” I sighed as I closed my eyes and hugged her back.

  “And he's a cute one!” she cackled, leaning back to cup my cheeks in her hands.

  “He is very cute, isn't he?” I laughed.

  I heard a loud cough and spun around to find my father standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on Nona.

  “Did you hear what we were talking about, Dylan?” she asked.

  “Yes, Mom. I did...”

  “Isn't it wonderful news?” she said with pointed emphasis.

  “Can I speak to you outside, Decker?” he asked, still not looking at me.

  I glanced at Nona, who stepped back and patted me on the shoulder.

  “Sure...” I said, as a rush of nerves shot through me. He simply nodded, and walked out towards the back door.

  “Is he going to cut off our allowance?” I quickly whispered to Nona.

  “Oh, who cares if he does?” she laughed.

  “What?!” I hissed. “I do! You do! We did this whole thing so that they'd keep paying us!”

  “That was then, this is now. I couldn't be happier, Deck. You shouldn’t have to worry about all of this when you just got the best news of your life. We'll figure something out together... But you need to go and talk to him,” she smiled and went back to her painting.

  I found my dad on the back porch, gazing up at the tall ponderosa pines that shadowed the entire yard. Their needles clogged up the guttering, but Nona loved them and refused to let me cut any of their branches.

  He gave me a look and motioned towards the woods that backed onto Nona's yard. I nodded, and followed him towards the well-worn path that I'd been running ever since I was a kid. We walked together, slowly meandering down the track in silence. It was strange walking on that dirt as a human – I was so used to experiencing at a lower height, and with sharper senses. It seemed like a completely different place, but I was still able to navigate it effortlessly. I walked beside Dad, but I motioned for us to take different turns that led us deep into the forest. As the trees grew denser and the brush filled in, the silence between us became heavier. Bird songs fell away, and all I could hear was the crunch of our sneakers on sticks and leaves, heavy with each step.

  Finally, my dad cleared his throat.

  I slowed my pace and braced for the worst.

  “I'm happy for you, Decker,” he said. His voice came out low and resonant. There was no sign of hesitation, or a “but...” I stopped in my tracks and looked at him with a deep frown on my face. I felt like I was surely being punked.

  “I'm happy for you,” he repeated, stopped beside me and putting a hand on my shoulder. I almost flinched, and I guess he noticed, because he let out a deep sigh. “I... I often wonder what my life would have been like, if I'd waited for my fated mate.”

  I swallowed dryly.

  He squeezed my shoulder and went on, “Not that it matters – I just want you to know that I'm happy you found yours. Things will be easier for you, being with someone who really understands you.”

 
He lowered his eyes, but I already glimpsed the pain in them. My wolf whimpered and I resisted the urge to pull him into a hug. I wanted to hear what else he had to say.

  “That is to say,” he said, clearing his throat and letting go of my shoulder, “It doesn't matter – because even without being fated, your mother and I had you. And I'm – well... I...”

  He paused and cleared his throat again. “We don't agree on most things, you and I. And you and your mother don't agree on many things either. But... Even though we might not always understand why you do what you do... I want you to know that I am proud of you. I'm proud of what you've done for yourself.”

  A surge of emotion rushed through me and I had to bite back a sob. I clenched my jaw and took a slow, deep breath to try and calm down the burning feeling in my chest. It wasn't much use, and tears welled up in my eyes.

  “Thank you,” I croaked out of my tight throat.

  My dad nodded, and finally met my eyes. He gave me a sad smile, as though he were apologizing without really saying it, and gave my shoulder another squeeze. He turned on his heel and motioned for me to follow him back towards Nona's house. We walked just as slowly, but now the silence didn't feel so stifling.

  “So, your videos...” he started before fading off. “They're quite successful?”

  I smiled and nodded, keeping my eyes on the trail ahead. “Yeah, they are actually. And getting more successful all the time. I think that collaborating with Tripp will really boost my viewership.”

  “Huh...” he nodded. “I looked at one today. You have good screen presence.”

  I raised my eyebrows and chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of my neck. “Thanks,” I squeaked.