by Flynn Eire
I stepped away, biting back a smile when he frowned. “Time to see how that huge cock works, hon. Stroke it for me.”
“By myself?” he just about squeaked. I nodded, and Bowie grabbed his cock, tugging it as he stared at me. I watched him please himself, his eyes never leaving mine. His breath quickened as he came, his body shaking as he panted, his chest heaving as a fine sheen of sweat formed.
“Perfect,” I complimented, smiling widely. Joy filled his eyes and the nerves were mostly gone then.
Good. Now he was more relaxed.
“On your knees. I want to examine your mouth—with my cock.” His eyes went wide, and he dropped down with a thud so loud I winced. Ouch. I moved back to him and grabbed his head. “Open.” He did and I fed him some of my cock, not enough to choke him by any means, but just to give him a taste for his first time. “Damn, even your mouth is exquisite. Suck, hon.” He did, moaning loudly, his eyes rolling up into his head as I pulled on his hair, thrusting gently into his mouth.
It was the perfect blow job. Bowie was perfect. I came so hard I thought I might come apart at the seams as I shot down his throat. Holy shit he was good.
I couldn’t believe he was a virgin. A virgin who would only ever be with me if I got my way.
5 Bowie
I stared up at Sam after the blow job, his still-hard cock slipping out of my mouth. “You taste like a latte.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he panted, trying to get himself back under control. “I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. Some people don’t like their coffee like that or coffee at all.”
“I love lattes,” I admitted as my cheeks flushed. “I’d rather do that every morning and take a caffeine pill.”
“Jesus, you are perfect,” he breathed as he cupped my cheek. “There isn’t a damn thing about you I would change or I can find wrong with you.”
I felt my heart race. Was he just saying that for the fantasy? I studied his eyes, his pupils blown with desire. No, this was real to him. “But you’re not done yet. You could still find something.”
“I doubt it,” he growled. “But I’ll make sure my exam is thorough.” He grabbed my hand and yanked me up to my feet. “On the bed. Offer me your ass.”
I glanced from him to the bed. “How? How do you want me?”
He shot me a devilish smirk. “If you’re perfect, you’ll know what the best offer would be. It’s part of the exam.”
I racked my brain a moment and then it hit me—like how we met. I grabbed some pillows from the chair by the bed and from the bed itself, situating them so it was almost like having my legs in the stirrups from the exam table in the infirmary. Then I got up on the bed and spread myself out, hoping it was like an offering to him.
“Of course you would know how,” he praised as he ran his hands over my inner thighs. He must have gotten lube out while I’d been messing with the pillows because his fingers were slicked up and he pushed one inside me. “I’m going to check your prostate now.”
“Yes, please,” I moaned, lifting my hips. He touched that place inside me where I hadn’t been since he had the last time, years ago. I felt myself spin out, just as I had then. I cried out, moving on his finger. “Oh god, Lasam. Oh god. It’s just like I remember. Please!”
“It’s just how I remember too,” he murmured, thrusting his finger faster and then adding another one. “Fuck, hon. I’ve never met someone with such a sensitive prostate. I thought I was making it up, but you’re just—”
I interrupted him as I cried out his name, coming so hard I reached up and grabbed the headboard to stay grounded. I thrust my hips up over and over again, wanting more as my heart seemed to want to come out of my chest. My orgasm didn’t stop, Sam knowing what to do to send me into another one just as it slowed some. I screamed louder, the pressure in my ass tightening.
It felt like hours he masturbated me that way through countless orgasms. When he finally stopped, I melted into the bed, gasping for air, not even able to see because of all the spots.
“Is he dead?” I heard Roarke ask.
My head snapped up but I couldn’t focus still. “Wh—”
Apparently I couldn’t talk either.
“Get out,” Sam hissed as the bed moved.
“Dude, how many orgasms did you have?” Mark muttered, sitting down next to me, my eyes finally working.
I blinked over at Sam. “What? You let them—”
“No, I didn’t let them in,” he guessed, finishing for me when I stopped because gasping for air and talking were conflicting actions. “I was a little distracted too and didn’t notice the audience.”
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Theo chuckled. “I’m jealous. I wish I could climax that long. Holy shit you looked like you were having fun. Is it always like that for you?”
I pulled my legs off the pillow and tried to curl into a ball, officially wanting to die of embarrassment. But at six-seven, it wasn’t like I could become a small target. “Oh god, shoot me now.”
“Hey, if you didn’t want attention, gag yourself next time,” Roarke snickered.
“Would you shut up,” Wally hissed and I heard the thud of him smacking his mate. “I’m a screamer too, Bowie. We just interrupted because—well, um, normally it doesn’t last that long. We got worried it wasn’t sex like we assumed at first.”
“And when we realized it was, we kinda couldn’t believe what we were seeing,” Evan admitted. “I mean, holy fuck, dude. I’ve never seen multiple orgasms like that. You just kept going, and going, and going.”
“Get out!” Sam bellowed. Everyone started arguing but Mark leaned over me.
“Seriously, how did you do it? Did you take something?”
“No,” I answered, pulling the blanket over me and trying to hide, even though I saw nothing but curiosity in his eyes. “I didn’t know anything weird was going on.”
“Dude, it’s not like this was your first time or—” He shut his mouth when he saw the look on my face. Then he whistled. “Wow. That’s one hell of a first time, Bowie. You guys didn’t even get to the sex yet?”
“Just fucking kill me,” I whimpered, grabbing a pillow and moving it over my head.
He yanked it away and rolled his eyes. “Oh shut up. We’re all jealous as hell and want to know your secret so we can enjoy what you were clearly enjoying. Did Sam use a cream or something?”
Everyone must have heard him because the room went dead silent. Sam met my eyes and shook his head. “No.” He cleared his throat. “No. I guess I knew this before when I gave you your physical but the way you reacted distracted me too. I should have figured this out then, but you were so gorgeous my dick was doing the thinking.”
I felt a spike of cold fear race through me. “Is there something wrong?”
“Wrong? No,” he hedged, glancing around at everyone. “Rare, I guess.” Then he cleared his throat again. “We shouldn’t discuss this with others—”
Zibon snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, too late for that, Sam. We thought you were torturing him or something and raced up here only to find you’re giving him multiple orgasms for almost an hour. Now you’re hinting it’s something medical? Right, good luck getting his friends out of here.”
“An hour!” I screeched, not recognizing my voice it went so high. I glanced at the clock and my heart fluttered. Yeah, it was well over an hour since I’d given Sam the blow job. “Wow.”
“That’s what I said,” Theo murmured. “And hot. Just wow, hot.”
“Nothing’s wrong with him,” Sam snapped, glancing at me then. He moved over by me, shoving Mark out of the way, and cupped my cheek. “You simply have an ultra-sensitive prostate. You had it before, and when we transition everything is…” he trailed off as if trying to find the right word.
“More,” Roarke supplied and Sam nodded. “So you have like a souped-up prostate that goes bat-shit crazy when touched apparently.”
“Can I get one?” Wally muttered. “
I want orgasms like that.”
“Your orgasms are just fine,” Roarke snapped.
“Is that why I came so fast too?” I whispered to Sam. “Will it always be like that?”
He shrugged. “Maybe.” Then he smiled and winked at me. “I’m willing to find out. Aren’t you?” I ducked my head. “Hey, you enjoyed it, right? I mean, it’s not like it hurt you.”
“No, it was amazing.”
“Then screw them. They’re jealous,” he murmured as he leaned down to kiss me. “I loved that you responded to me like that. You were perfect, hon.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck, Bowie,” he groaned as his hand slipped under the blanket. “I want more of you. I can’t wait to see how you react when I get inside you. Will my cock do that to you too or only if I rub your gland? Can I have you, hon? Please? My dick’s hard and leaking. I want to make love to you. I got so lost in pleasing you that my balls are just about to fall off with need.”
His hand grabbed me, and I moaned, spreading my legs for more room. “Oh god, Lasam. Yes. I don’t care if they watch. Shit. Fuck me.”
“Get out,” Sam growled as he threw back the bedding and pushed me flat on the bed, moving between my legs.
“He said we could stay,” Theo argued.
Sam hissed, his fangs out. “I am taking my man’s virginity. We are going to be loud, and make love like animals. He does not deserve to be watched like porn. Get out and have some respect, even if it’s your house.”
“It’s hot when you get bossy,” I groaned, throwing my leg over his hip. He stared them all down and I watched them hurry out of the room. Then without any warning, Sam pushed into my ass. I bit my lip to keep from screaming.
“Let me hear you,” he demanded. My cheeks heated up and he understood how embarrassing this all was for me. “Screw them. It’s just you and me and I loved to hear my perfect man scream.”
I didn’t hold back then, roaring out his name as my body flipped out from his cock touching everything inside me. He mashed his mouth down to mine, and I went wild, wanting the kiss as much as I wanted everything else he was giving me. I came too soon in my mind but that seemed to flip Sam’s switch and he kept right on thrusting through my orgasm.
All my orgasms.
Finally he came too and slumped over me, gasping for air as I did, our bodies stuck together with sweat and cum. I hugged him tightly with my arms and legs, never wanting to let him or this feeling go.
“Bowie, you’re mine now,” he hissed in my ear.
“What?” I panted, flinching, freaked out after what happened with Lloyd.
“You’re mine,” he repeated, slowly raising his head and giving me a hard look. “I won’t ever give you up after what we just shared, hon, so you better get used to the idea of being in my bed every night and being spoken for. You are perfect in every way like none other I’ve met and you’re mine. I don’t care if that sounds demanding or crazy. I’ve examined and tasted you and I’m keeping you now.”
I smiled up at him as my cheeks heated. Wow. Apparently I was that good if I got that kind of reaction from someone like Sam. I also understood this was part of my fantasy he was giving me. “Okay, you can keep me.”
“Good,” he purred as he pulled out of me. “And I’m taking this perfect ass again too.”
He flipped me over and pushed my knees under my body before I could say anything, plunging back into me. I buried my face into the pillow and screamed, pushing my ass up when he pulled my hair and whispered all kinds of dirty things in my ear. God, did he know exactly what I wanted, the moment I wanted it… Even if I didn’t.
Sam fucked me all night and into the morning. We finally collapsed sometime before the sun came up, wrapped around each other, not even bothering to get cleaned up. It was perfect. It was more than I could ever have dreamed for and it made all the years I’d waited and wanted seem totally worth it.
* * * *
Sam ended up leaving the next day to get back to Wyoming and set up things for his new grant and research. We barely even got a chance to talk about it all but it was hard to pout because whatever was going on he was excited about it, practically bursting over it even.
At least I hoped it was that and not that he was escaping from me. I mean, I’d thought last night had gone well and I assumed he felt the same when he leaned in, kissed me, and promised to call me before running off to the helicopter to take him home.
“That sucks,” Mark muttered, clapping me on the back as we watched it take off. “You finally get laid and now you’re cut off until the assignment is over.”
I shot him an unfriendly look before storming back into Theo’s house.
But he was right. Sam and I finally found our way to each other and now we were on hold… Again.
Sam did call that night, though it was quick and awkward because I wasn’t good on the phone and he was busy. I missed his call the next night since I was checking the perimeter. I texted him but all he ever replied was things like That’s good or Glad you’re well as if I was talking to my parents.
It was odd and distant. So my several texts a day dwindled to one here and there over the couple of weeks at Theo’s. I was never so happy when the assignment was up and we were going back to Wyoming.
But then Alexander called and Mark and I were assigned to somewhere else there was a problem and needed a couple of warriors for backup. So we shipped out to the Denver, Colorado coven and met up with some other warriors to help them out. There was a nest of Zakasacs who had picked off several members of the coven that now needed us.
It took about two months for us to locate the nest—which turned out to be a big one of about twenty—and put them down with the help of Helios who went in like an angel of death and did most of the work. I couldn’t get over it but I did understand the stories of the Wyrok better at least. It was amazing to watch.
Or not watch really because he was too fast to keep up with. It was amazing to see the aftermath of what he could do.
Even then, there was a few weeks more in Denver to make sure there wasn’t any retribution coming for killing the nest, reforming the coven’s defenses, and overall reassuring them all they were safe. It was a lot of work, and while it felt good to help my people, like a warrior for the first time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it cost me Sam. It had been weeks since we’d texted or he’d even called me.
Apparently absence didn’t make the heart grow fonder and long distance relationships couldn’t work. I had tried. I’d texted, given him my Skype address… Everything I could think of to show him I was right there if he wanted.
He didn’t want. Thanksgiving, Christmas, and even the new year at the coven wasn’t all that festive for me because I spent it alone in my room staring at my phone, waiting for Sam to text or Skype me. So when it was time to go back home finally at the end of January, I wasn’t all that excited anymore, the ideas of what I was going to walk into drilling in my head.
Had Sam moved on?
Was he with someone else?
How awkward would it be to see him?
Would I have to pretend we were cool and just friends now?
It was exhausting. The whole drive back to camp, I was like a ball of nerves and I thought my friends were going to push me out of the moving vehicle if I didn’t ease back on the tension in the SUV. I couldn’t help it though.
“It’s going to be okay,” Mark assured me.
“You don’t believe that any more than I do,” I muttered as I picked at a thread in my jeans. “He stopped answering my texts weeks ago. He never Skyped me at all. I didn’t even get the this isn’t working for me speech. He said I was his and then I get a temporary assignment and that’s it.”
“Well, at least you won’t be hard up for options after Zibon got drunk and told everyone he wanted the never-ending orgasms like you can have,” Mark drawled. I groaned and slouched in my seat. That was not something I wanted to be reminded of. Instead of stopping our friend, Wally thou
ght it was funnier to take a video of it and sent it to me. I was pretty sure my cheeks were still red from listening to Zibon tell the whole cafeteria what he’d walked in on.
We had left Denver around four in the morning to avoid traffic so we pulled into camp around noon, and while the others headed to lunch, the cafeteria was the last place I wanted to go. After they swore to bring me food, I agreed to drag all their shit to their rooms and check in our SUV.
Once that was all done and Alexander informed me that tomorrow we would get our first taste of filling out assignment reports—with an evil smirk I didn’t like—I headed to my room to crash.
Only to find a note on my door. My heart raced as I opened it, thinking maybe things with Sam were going to be okay.
Dude, I’m sorry. Stop ignoring my texts and punch me when you see me so we’re even.
-Zibon
Great, now I was mad at what he did and for giving me false hope. I pulled a pen out of my bag and quickly jotted down why I was pissed on the other side of it.
We’re warriors now, dickhead. We can get challenged for any reason—including entertainment. You just gave any gay man here a reason to challenge and beat me to see the show, so thanks for that. You’re a true friend. If I get humiliated in the challenge circle you’re letting that person fuck you too if you really want to make it up to me and are my friend. Otherwise, you’re not forgiven and go fuck yourself.
All my love,
Bowie
I walked down the hall and used the tape on the note to put it on his door. Then I unlocked my door and unpacked, throwing all my clothes in a pile to be washed. Some of them were technically clean, but well, I was just the type of person that after travel I wanted them all washed. They’d been in the bag with dirty ones and… I wanted everything, and me, cleaned from the trip.
That was actually a good idea. Time to wash it all off me. I left my room unlocked so my food could be dropped off and headed for the showers. I made it quick and was pleasantly surprised that there was a huge tray of burgers, fries, and drinks when I got back. Inhaling it all, I crawled into bed, and tried to forget everything else, the drive and drama wiping me out.