by Celia Kyle
The floor could open up and swallow her at any minute. Now would be good. Instead, Chris smiled—a genuine smile similar to all the others he’d bestowed upon her whenever she and her friends came in and she felt a tiny glimmer of hope flicker. Maybe Cole hadn’t said anything…
“Hey Ian,” Chris’s voice rose above the crowd to call to the other man. “We’ve got one lady who’d like to be tied to the bedpost. Think I may need your help with this one.” At Ian’s glaring smile, Chris turned his attention back to her. The ass. “Anything else for ya?”
In for a penny, in for two hundred pounds. “Sure. I’ll take a Slow Screw and a Screaming Orgasm as well.”
“Fuzzy Screw?” Chris clarified.
“Nah. I’m not big on fuzz.” She tried to avoid his eyes and the mischief she saw there, but she couldn’t. The whole sexual banter thing didn’t go over well with Nic since she wasn’t that sexually experienced. The extent of her knowledge extended to being deflowered by her current long-term boyfriend, and the books she read. And her favorite book was currently in Cole’s custody so she couldn’t even read that.
Minutes later, Chris had her drink orders mixed and Cole helped her get them to her table. Sanctuary. At least with Ro and Sharon with her, she couldn’t get into any trouble. She hoped.
* * *
Ian fell into bed the moment he emerged from the bathroom. Water still clung to his skin, but he didn’t care. Damn, the night seemed to have gone on forever.
Woman after woman flashed him their cleavage while more than one man eyed him below the waist. Damn it all. Didn’t they know he was as good as mated to Chris?
Fuck no, they didn’t. Because he and Chris hadn’t actually mated. Sure they’d sucked and humped, but no fucking had occurred. Regardless of the frequent orgasms Chris gave him, Ian still seemed to have blue balls. He needed to sink his cock, and incisors, into his mate. Soon.
It had sounded good in the beginning. Ian’s homophobic mate had been freaked to find himself attracted to guys. They took it slow, spending time together. He let Chris get used to having him around. Soon, their casual brushes of skin against skin turned into hand holding. It wasn’t long before Ian finally stole a kiss from his mate. And then, he’d had him. Or so he thought. Six months, and Ian still hadn’t convinced Chris to let him love him like a mate should. Six. Months.
Soon, even a woman would look good. Hell, a woman had looked good tonight. With her tight, dark brown curls and smooth milk chocolate colored skin. Before Chris, Ian had always had a taste for chocolate. Even before he figured out that men did a bit more for him than women, he’d enjoyed reveling in the differences of his pale skin against a darker woman’s.
And the curves that woman had! Everywhere. Not just big breasts or a rounded ass, either. She had luscious lips, a round face, breasts that looked to be more than a handful and a tiny waist that flared to a wide set of hips. What made her perfect was her rounded ass. Too bad he hadn’t had a quarter.
Just the mere thought of her as he visualized her nude body in his mind had his cock growing stiff. Still nude, he didn’t hesitate to palm the hardening flesh between his legs. He stroked his dick from base to tip and back again. Closing his eyes, he imagined her delicate hand encircling his erection. Regardless of her abundant curves, she’d been short, almost petite. He didn’t think her hands could span his cock, but she’d try. Yeah, she’d try.
Ian widened his legs on the bed, letting his balls rest against his ass while he stroked his cock. Fully erect now, droplets of pre-come seeped from the tip as he imagined the stranger between his thighs.
“Starting without me?”
Ian smiled. Eyes closed, he nodded to Chris, sensing that his mate stood only a few feet away. He could hear the hitch in Chris’s breath when Ian stroked his own cock—he loved being able to cause such a reaction.
“Yeah, but you can finish me.” Ian opened his eyes and found Chris’s cock at eye level as his lover stroked himself.
“Don’t mind if I do.” Chris stepped forward and slid the tip of his cock across Ian’s lips.
Normally, he’d open his mouth and gladly welcome Chris into him, but tonight was different. Thoughts of the mystery woman had him thinking of lovers past and Ian realized that while he and Chris may have deep feelings for one another, they weren’t truly lovers. That was going to change. Now.
Ian pulled back, putting space between his mouth and Chris’s cock while shaking his head. “Not tonight.”
“What? You want me to suck you first?” Chris smiled and seemed amenable as he moved to sit between Ian’s thighs. Ian wouldn’t let him.
“No. Nothing’s happening tonight unless it’s actual sex. Not oral sex, but sex-sex.” Ian’s cock was rapidly deflating over the mounting tension, but he didn’t care. They’d avoided this last step in sharing themselves for long enough. They were mates, damn it! It was time they started acting like it.
Chris’s face grew red. Yeah, his mate was pissed all right. “What? Now you’re forcing the issue. When we got together I told you I wasn’t gay, Ian. I told you this was all new to me and you said we’d work through it together. Now you’re giving me an ultimatum. What gives?”
Ian sprung from the bed, anger coursing through his veins. “What gives?” He snorted. “What gives is that I’m tired of having half of a mating with the fucking man I love. That’s what gives, asshole.” He shoved Chris, angry that the man couldn’t see how much he cared for him. True, they’d never said the words, but surely Chris saw the feelings they shared. Right?
“Asshole?” Chris shoved him and Ian took a step back. “Fuck you asshole! You never said you fucking loved me, dick. Think I’m gonna give my ass to whoever the fuck comes by? Fuck no, I’m not.”
“Well I do. So walk the fuck out, or bend the fuck over.” Ian growled. The anger running through his veins was quickly turning to arousal now that he knew what had been keeping them apart. Three little words had kept them from enjoying each other fully.
He took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Chris didn’t back up, but he remained tense, fists clenched at his sides. Ian reached for him and Chris didn’t move a muscle. “What’ll it be, baby? Gonna bend over, or should we stop fucking around?”
Chris growled in response, causing Ian to chuckle. Stubborn bastard. “What? Wanna hear the words?” At Chris’s nod, Ian continued. “Love you, Chris. From the moment you promised you weren’t gay while I swallowed your cock, and you shot your load in my mouth. Loved you ever since.”
“Now that’s just romantic as hell, fucker.”
Chapter Three
Chris didn’t wait for Ian to stop laughing. He lunged at his lover, shoving the larger man onto the bed before following him down, pinning Ian with his body. Ian’s laughter and smiles faded the moment their cocks touched and Chris sucked in a ragged breath.
Many times they’d lain like this before, him on top, humping Ian and rubbing their erections together until they both came. But this time… this time was different. Soon, Ian’s cock wouldn’t be rubbing against his, but instead, buried deep within his ass. His stomach clenched and fluttered at the thought of having something, someone, inside him. Chris imagined this had to be how women felt their first time.
He didn’t have long to worry over how Ian’s monster cock would fit inside him. Ian captured his lips in a bruising kiss. The ferocity of Ian’s kiss is what Chris loved most about having a male lover. Tenderness and soft touches weren’t required or needed. They could go at each other, be the primal beasts they were born to be, without worrying about hurting their partner.
Chris wasn’t a full-Were, but he could still feel the need of his beast deep within. It clawed and howled with every scrape of Ian’s teeth against his own, with every thrust of his cock against Ian’s hip. Fuck, he wanted to come. Hard, and fast, and now.
He nipped Ian’s lip, drawing blood. Ian growled low in his chest, the sound electrifying all of Chris’s nerves. He licked his lover
’s damaged lip, eyes closed as he savored his mate’s true flavor. They’d always come close, biting and drawing blood, but this was the closest either of them had come to the other’s shoulder when drawing blood.
Chris levered his upper body above Ian, staring into the man’s now feline eyes. Yes. Part of him wished he could change fully like his lover, lose control of man and beast during times like these instead of simply being an out of control man. He could only imagine the feeling of claws bursting from his fingertips as he was being fucked by Ian.
He didn’t have long to contemplate their differences. One moment it was Chris who was in control of their embrace, and the next, Ian had him flat on his back.
“Fucker.”
“Cock tease.” Ian licked the side of Chris’s neck, fangs scraping his skin before nibbling the lobe of his ear. “Like teasing me, fucker?” The tip of Ian’s cock slid over Chris’s balls and pressed against his perineum. “Like making me so fucking hard I won’t be able to be gentle?”
Fuck no! Chris’s heart pounded in his chest. The first time, he needed gentle. His ass tightened at the thought of Ian plowing into him because he’d pushed his lover too hard.
Ian’s cock ventured past the sensitive bit of skin between his balls and ass to slide between his cheeks. Chris clenched his ass tighter.
“What? What’s wrong Chris?” Ian kissed a path along his chin, nibbling him every few inches. “Decided that maybe the beast isn’t who you want right now?” Ian flexed his hips and his cock nudged Chris’s asshole.
This had quickly spiraled out of control. He’d poked the beast and the beast is what he’d gotten. He didn’t want their first time, their true first time to be fast and hard and feral. He needed a little tenderness, even if it made him sound like a fucking girl. “Ian…”
The piercing amber feline eyes gazing into his instantly morphed back into bright green human eyes, Ian’s eyes. “Hey.” His lover took a deep breath and Chris watched the throbbing in the vein in Ian’s neck slow. “I got you, Kit. Gotta slow down though, almost lost it.”
Kit. Chris loved the obnoxious nickname Ian had saddled him with. Short for kitten, it was Ian’s attempt at getting back at Chris for calling him Fluffy. Hearing the nickname from Ian meant that the man was back in control.
“Yeah, Fluffy, wouldn’t mind it later. But not now, yeah?” Ian growled in response, nipping Chris’s neck before rolling away. Chris wiggled his hips, making his cock wave back and forth. “Where are you going? Someone still needs attention.”
Chris simply laughed at the dark expression Ian shot him. The laugh died a young death when he saw what Ian carried. Condoms and lube.
“What’s wrong, Kit? Cat got your tongue?” Chris threw a pillow at Ian, which the man easily avoided. “Now that’s no way to treat the man that’s about to fuck you, is it?”
Chris licked his lips and scooted toward the center of the bed, and did his best to smile at Ian.
He must have not done well in the “convince him you’re not freaked” department because suddenly the man was next to him, curling his body around his as he pressed a soft kiss to his temple. “Not gonna hurt you, Chris. Know that, right? It’ll feel so good, but I don’t wanna rush you.”
“I know,” he nuzzled Ian’s cheek, the man’s whiskers catching on his skin. “Just being a girl, I guess.”
“Sometimes a girl’s good, Kit.”
They lay their quietly for a few moments, their breathing the only sound in the room. Finally, Chris couldn’t take it anymore. Either they would or they wouldn’t, but he wanted to know which. “Well?”
Chris felt rather than heard a laugh making its way through Ian, finally the man let it loose as he tugged him closer. “You’re always full of surprises, Chris. One second I’m ready to devour you and you’re huddling in the corner–” Chris punched him in the gut. Hard. “Ow, asshole.”
“I was not huddling in the fucking corner. I was… concerned.”
Ian snorted, but didn’t comment. “Anyway, the next minute you want to get on with it.”
“I hope to God, there’s more to fucking me than ‘getting on with it’, asswipe.” Chris all but snarled.
“Yeah, Kit, there is.”
He didn’t need to wait long to find out what more there was to being loved by Ian. The man showed him.
Ian rolled on top of him, pinning him with his chest as he rocked his hips against Chris, their cocks bumping and sliding against one another. When Ian rose above him, Chris moved to flip over, but stilled when Ian laid his hand against his chest.
“Where’re you going?” He opened his mouth to speak, but only a moan escaped when Ian’s hand enveloped his erection, pumping his shaft with hard, tight strokes. “Want to look into those pretty eyes while I take you, Chris. Wanna watch.”
Chris nodded and eased back against the mattress, legs already open, he didn’t protest when Ian pushed his knees further apart. As spread as he was, he couldn’t hide a damned thing from Ian now. Then again, he’d never been able to hide a damned thing from the man.
“So pretty, Chris.”
Chris’s attention snapped to Ian and then followed the man’s gaze to where he stared. How Ian found him pretty there, Chris would never know, but he wasn’t about to argue. Especially not when Ian looked ready to swallow him whole. Oh, damn. Swallowing had him thinking of sucking, and that thought led to fucking and his cock pulsed, leaking a drop of pre-come. He needed to come. Now.
He dropped his head back to the mattress when Ian stroked his cock. Those big, worn hands with their calluses scraped along the sensitive skin of his cock. His blunt fingertips traced the very head of his dick, rubbing the pre-come all over his skin.
“Need to, Ian.” He couldn’t force any other words past his lips. The constant stroking of his dick caused his pulse to rise and heartbeat to thunder in his ears.
Distantly, muffled by his raging pulse, he heard the snap of a lid being opened. Lube. Yes. That’s what he needed. Lube would make being jacked off way fucking better.
Chris expected the cool gel to wrap around his cock, what he didn’t expect were two lube-coated fingers to probe his ass. He tensed, prepared to stay locked up tight and resist entrance, but Ian’s quick words soothed him.
“Let me in, Kit. Get you ready then I’ll fuck you.”
He relaxed and without the tiniest bit of pain, one finger slid into him. Fuck, into him. A part of Ian was inside his body and soon… damn, soon his cock would be.
Chris willed the rest of his muscles to loosen, earning him praise from Ian. “That’s it, let me in, Kit. So fucking good, so fucking tight.” Ian loomed above him, cocks once again sliding against one another as his lover licked the side of his neck.
He moaned when Ian dove in for another kiss, this one just as primal and fierce as before, but he knew Ian retained control. This time.
Suddenly, there was more pressure around his asshole, stretching and pulling the skin wider and wider still. Not to the point of pain, so Chris forced himself to relax as he returned Ian’s kiss. Having Ian inside him wasn’t pleasurable, but it didn’t hurt, and wasn’t uncomfortable either. He figured he could give this to his lover, relinquish control since it seemed so important.
Ian broke the kiss, panting. “Okay?”
Chris nodded, “Yeah, Fluffy. Won’t break.”
Then Ian did something Chris would never, ever forget in his entire life. Ian moved. No, he didn’t just move, he stroked and fondled him from the inside. Then… oh, fuck, then Ian hit a sweet spot within and Chris arched his back, shoving Ian’s fingers deeper into his ass while his lover stroked.
He squeezed his eyes shut tight, moaning and moving against Ian as he rubbed that spot. Fuck, now he knew why men did this. Now he knew why men went to other men for pleasure, and Chris didn’t know if he could ever look at another woman without wondering if she could shove her fingers in his ass.
“Yeah.” He grunted. “Fuck my ass. Fuck me.”
He whimpered, honest to God whimpered, when Ian pulled his fingers out of him. “Turned you into a slut, Kit?”
“You. Only for you.” Next thing Chris knew an even larger, warm, blunt piece of flesh probed his ass and he knew it wasn’t his lover’s fingers returning. A sudden surge of unease coursed through his veins, but Ian kissed it away, swallowing his worry with each lick and stroke of his tongue.
Chris tried to ignore gentle, but insistent nudges of Ian’s cock. He succeeded too, until the burn became too much. He yanked his lips away from Ian, panting. “Can’t. Too big.”
“I’ll fit.” Chris tensed and wiggled up the bed, afraid Ian would make himself fit. “Damnit, Chris, sit still.” He froze. “Not gonna hurt you. When I press in, you push out. Okay, Chris?”
Ian rained soft kisses along his jaw line and down his neck before sucking on his nipple. Chris couldn’t help his body’s response; he arched into the sensation of Ian’s mouth on his chest. “Okay, Chris?”
Chris could only nod his agreement. What the hell else could he do with Ian’s cock nearly in his ass and the man’s mouth on his chest, tongue flicking his nipple?
This time, Chris did as Ian had said and slowly, inch by inch, the man’s cock filled him. Stretched and tight, Ian sunk in until… Fuck. Until the head of his dick struck that same sweet spot and Chris forgot the pain and became consumed with the pleasure.
The soft crinkling hair touching the sensitive skin of his ass let Chris know that Ian was in him. Fully in him. Damn, he’d never thought to be this close to another person. Ever. Emotions he didn’t know he possessed swelled in Chris’s heart and something of what he felt must have shown on his face, because Ian addressed them right away.
“You are such a fucking girl,” Ian whispered against his lips.
“Shut up and fuck me, bastard.” Ian laughed and levered his body above Chris, giving him a moment to stare at the man who was his mate. He’d never been happier or more satisfied than at this moment with this man.