by JC Holly
“Tommy, what are you doing?” Conor stepped between the two, breaking the animal’s line of sight. “Sorry, he’s not normally like this with new people. He’s a softy really.”
Ethan shrugged. “He’s just asserting his dominance. It’s his house, after all. I’ll calm him down.”
Conor stood aside and watched, baffled, as Ethan dropped to his haunches and held out his loosely closed fist, palm down. Tommy approached and sniffed gingerly, then licked the man’s hand. The pair exchanged what could be construed as a knowing look, and then Tommy chuffed and wagged his tail, as if nothing had happened, then wandered off upstairs.
“There we go,” Ethan said as he straightened. “He knows I don’t mean any harm.”
Conor nodded. “I guess you own a dog, too, then.”
Ethan shook his head. “I just know animals.”
Conor smiled and gestured to the living room, then followed the man in. Good-looking, polite, good with Tommy. The guy was scoring all sorts of points. And then there’s that cock of his. He tried not to tent his already-tight pants and sat opposite the man.
“So, how does this work?”
“Simple.” Ethan smiled and stretched his arms across the back of the couch. “You bring that ass over here and stick my cock in your mouth. Then we see where the day takes us.”
Conor felt himself start to colour. It was one thing hearing and agreeing to it on the phone. It was another thing entirely when the guy was sitting across from him. Not that he was having second thoughts, but it gave him pause.
Ethan must have noticed, because a frown troubled his features for a moment. It disappeared once Conor took a breath and stood. Ethan moved over a little so the table wasn’t in the way, then resumed his relaxed position. He was effortlessly in control, even in foreign surroundings. Conor would have envied it if he could have peeled his eyes from the man’s bulging crotch.
He dropped to his knees in front of the man and reached for his belt with trembling fingers. The buckle came away easily and he worked the top button free of its hole then gripped the zipper. Another quick breath and he worked the mechanism down, revealing a tangle of dark hair and the engorged head of Ethan’s huge cock.
“Whoa.”
He didn’t realise he’d said it aloud until Ethan chuckled. “Thanks.”
Conor worked the zipper all the way down, and Ethan raised his hips so the jeans could be pulled down. Conor slid the denim down Ethan’s muscled legs, then straightened again, coming face-to-face with at least nine inches of rock-solid cock.
His mouth dry, he wrapped his fingers around the hot, soft foreskin and slid it back off the cockhead. Ethan grunted in response and closed his eyes. Conor began to slowly work his fingers up and down the shaft, altering his speed and grip in the ways he himself liked. It seemed Ethan liked them, too. His hands clenched on the top of the couch and he let out a sigh.
“That’s good.”
Spurred by the fact that he wasn’t doing as badly as he’d expected to, Conor leant forward, bringing his mouth within an inch of the cock, then licked his lips. Ethan stiffened for a moment when Conor’s tongue touched the very top of his cock, and groaned when Conor dragged his tongue down the shaft.
“Fuck...Don’t stop.”
Conor ran his tongue back up to the tip, savouring the taste of the man, then lowered his lips onto the cock. Ethan tensed again, which Conor took to be a good sign, and began to slide Ethan’s cock as far inside his mouth as he could. He froze for a moment as Ethan’s hand nestled in his hair. He didn’t push, though, just encouraged, and Conor was more than happy to be encouraged. He worked a little faster, this time letting Ethan’s cock hit the back of his throat on each stroke.
A hint of pre-cum hit Conor’s tongue, hinting at what was approaching, and he used his hands to work the shaft and balls at the same time, to give Ethan an orgasm he wouldn’t forget in a hurry.
Ethan’s hand tightened in Conor’s, hair and he let out a gasp. Moments later he came hard in Conor’s mouth. Conor almost gagged on the sheer quantity of cum, but managed to swallow it back, surprised at how much he enjoyed the taste. He kept up his movements on Ethan’s cock until every last drop was sucked away, then pulled his head up.
“So, did I do good?”
Ethan smiled and nodded, then patted the seat next to him. “Understatement. Sit down and get your breath.”
Conor sat beside the man, his confidence buoyed by the sheer satisfaction on Ethan’s face. “What do I need my breath for?”
Ethan leant over and reached into the pocket of his discarded pants and retrieved a condom and a small bottle. Conor felt his chest tighten.
“For this.” Ethan sat back. “In about five minutes, I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
* * * *
Despite the impressive cock to his side, Conor couldn’t take his eyes off the lube bottle. He swallowed hard. The idea was certainly very appealing. Just the thought of Ethan’s hands on Conor’s hips while he plunged his cock into him had Conor hard as a rock. But it was new territory, nonetheless. Hand jobs and blow jobs were easy. He’d received them in the past, so he knew his way around both. Anal sex was something he’d never given, nor received, though.
Ethan reached over and placed a finger under Conor’s chin, turning his head to face him. “We’ll take it slow. It’s no fun if you’re not enjoying it, too.”
Conor nodded. “Yeah, it’s just, you know...”
“It’s new territory.”
“Exactly.”
“We’ve all been there. Nothing happens till you say so. If you don’t want to, or want to try another time, that’s okay, too.”
Conor smirked. “You’re ruining your macho exterior, you know.”
Ethan laughed. “Like I said, I don’t enjoy myself if the other person isn’t. So it’s still pretty selfish.”
“That’s all right, then.” He reached over and ran a hand over Ethan’s stiffening cock. “Yeesh, you don’t take long, do you?”
“Lots of practise.” He pulled his T-shirt over his head. “Now, do I get some ass or not?”
Conor took a long, slow breath, and stood up. “Get that cock covered and I’ll see what I can do.”
Ethan grinned and tore the condom wrapper open while Conor pulled his clothes off. His own cock was as hard as Ethan’s, and he began to stroke it as he watched the big man roll the condom into place. Ethan reached over and picked up the lube and squirted some onto his cock. He rubbed it evenly over his shaft, then gestured to it with one finger.
“Sit on my cock.”
The friendliness was gone again, replaced with an almost primal lust that sent chills down Conor’s spine. He walked over and knelt on the couch, his knees on either side of Ethan. He slowly lowered himself until he felt Ethan’s cockhead pushing against his asshole. Ethan growled in response to the motion, but didn’t try and rush anything. Conor increased the pressure and at the same time relaxed.
He gasped as Ethan’s cockhead pushed inside him a little way. The feeling was almost indescribable in its mixture of both pleasure and a little pain. He pulled back off then slid back down. It was a little easier this time, and he managed to lower himself further onto the shaft. Ethan let out a sigh as Conor worked his shaft, moving a little faster and deeper each time until he found himself sitting on Ethan’s lap, nine inches of thick cock inside him.
Instead of raising again, he began to slowly rock back and forth. He gasped as Ethan’s cock hit all the right spots, and Ethan gripped his hips in his large hands, following the motion without pushing or pulling.
“Feels...incredible...” Conor managed to gasp between waves of pleasure.
He’d known anal sex was supposed to feel good, but fucking hell, he’d been missing out! He began to increase his speed, and Ethan began to take over the motions, pushing and pulling Conor to suit his own whims. Conor relinquished control, moving in whatever way Ethan encouraged. Ethan’s eyes were half-lidded, his expression almost anim
alistic, his teeth bared.
They increased their speed, and Conor started bobbing up and down on Ethan’s cock again. The movement triggered something in Ethan, and his eyes snapped open again.
“Get up and bend over the couch.”
Conor did as he was told, practically jumping to his feet then bending over the couch. Ethan was behind him in an instant, and after topping up on lube, his cockhead was once against nuzzling Conor’s asshole.
“I’m going to fuck the hell out of you,” the man snarled before thrusting his cock straight inside Conor’s ass.
Conor could only gasp in reply and hold onto the couch as Ethan slammed his cock into him over and again.
“You like that?” Ethan snarled as he worked, his balls slapping against Conor’s thighs. “Tell me.”
“I love it,” Conor gasped. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop what. Tell me.”
“Don’t stop fucking my ass.” Conor gripped the couch hard. “Fuck me hard.”
“It’s my ass now. It’s mine to do what I want with.”
“It’s yours.”
“And when I’m done, you know what I’m gonna do?”
Conor could only groan in reply. The pleasure was overwhelming. He could barely even think straight.
“I’m gonna come in your face, that’s what.”
Conor whimpered and held on as Ethan rammed his length into him over and over, not letting up.
“You want that?” Ethan gasped. “Want me to come in your face?”
“Yes,” Conor gasped back. “Come in my face.”
That was the last straw for Ethan, who pulled out with a groan and pulled Conor around and pushed him to his knees. The condom was thrown to the side and Ethan jacked his cock at a lightning pace. Conor just managed to close his eyes before thick ropes of cum splattered into his face and open mouth, giving him his second taste that night.
Chapter Nine
Conor woke up on the couch at some point in the night and was both surprised and happy to find that Ethan was asleep beside him. He vaguely remembered them taking a shower after their energetic session, then talk of watching a movie. As proof of his recollections, a DVD was on the coffee table, beside an unopened bottle of wine.
Well, that wasn’t part of the average hookup, right? He fell back asleep with a smile on his face.
Sometime later, the phone rang, but he was too comfortable to get it. Ethan shifted and muttered something about him getting it instead. Fine with me. Ethan answered it with a gruff “hello” followed by a “who the fuck is this?”
That brought Conor out of his sleep. He pulled himself to his elbows and watched the magnificent sight of a naked Ethan talking with someone.
“Michelle? Why the hell are you shouting, Michelle?”
Conor cursed, then mouthed “my ex” to Ethan, who smirked and nodded.
“Who am I?” he said. “I’m the guy who just spent the night with your ex-boyfriend.”
Conor’s cheeks flushed with heat as Ethan listened to Michelle screech through the phone, his ear a good few inches from the speaker.
“Yes, Michelle, he’s gay. Yes, I’m sure. Straight men don’t suck cock.”
Conor nearly choked at Ethan’s frankness.
“Here’s an idea,” the man continued. “Move the fuck on, and stop bothering Conor.”
Michelle increased in volume even further, but apparently Ethan was done. He hung up the phone and padded back to the couch.
“Lovely ex you’ve got there,” he muttered. “Now move over. Few hours before I need to get up, yet.”
Conor snorted. “You know, I have a fully functional bed upstairs.”
Ethan seemed to ponder it for a moment, then shrugged. “That makes more sense. Come on.”
* * * *
Ethan woke to find two other occupants in the bed. Between him and Conor lay Tommy, passed out and snoring. Ethan nudged the dog, who rolled over to his other side. The snoring stopped.
“That’s better,” Ethan muttered.
He was almost drifting back off when the alarm clock went off. 5:00 a.m. He had to be at the bar in a few hours. Might as well get up. He rose and stretched, then froze. He’d told Conor’s ex off, hadn’t he? Damn. He hoped Conor didn’t take offense. He hadn’t last night, but he was barely awake at the time.
“Conor?”
The man rolled over and frowned when he found a dog and no Ethan in the bed.
“I’m over here.”
“Oh.” Conor sat up in the bed and rubbed at his eyes. “For a minute I though Tommy had grown vocal chords.”
“About that call with Michelle last night. I was tired and cranky. I have sensitive hearing, you see, and the ringing was going right through me.”
Conor raised his hands. “Don’t worry about it. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”
Ethan breathed out. “That’s a relief. I’m not usually the kind of person who shouts at strangers. Unless they’re in my bar and drunk.”
Conor snorted and climbed out of bed. “It’s no big deal. It was funny, actually. Breakfast?”
“Uh, no, thanks. I’ve gotta get to the bar and open up.” Ethan stooped and grabbed his jeans. “This was a lot of fun, though.”
“Oh, right.” Conor shrugged. “Yeah, it was a lot of fun. We’ll have to do it again.”
Ethan smiled and pulled on his shirt. “I’ll give you a call, okay?”
Five minutes later, Ethan was in his truck and driving to the bar, wondering why he’d left in such a rush. He’d had a great time with Conor. The guy was good-looking, easy to chat to, and was more than willing to fuck. Why treat it like a one-night stand when there was potential for more?
He thumped his hand against the steering wheel. “Should’ve stayed.”
Still, he had Conor’s number. He could call and set something up, providing Conor hadn’t been put off by the early morning flit, anyway. Too late to worry now.
He pulled into the car park of the bar to find Avani waiting for him. At least it was a friendly face this time. He climbed out of the cab of his truck and slammed the door shut.
“Bad night, boss?”
Ethan shrugged. “Good night, bad morning.”
Avani nodded. “Been there. He brush you off?”
“Other way around.”
“Then why are you treating your truck door like you caught it humping your leg?”
Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Colourful.”
She grinned. “I do my best. Well?”
Ethan sighed. “I had a great time, really got on with the guy, then acted like a jerk and gave him the old ‘gotta go, I’ll call you’ routine.”
The pair walked to the bar exit, Avani in front. She was hiding it well, but she had a definite limp. Damaged left calf by the looks. Ethan stopped her with a hand.
“What’s with the leg?”
“It’s nothing.” She shrugged. “Caught it while I was hunting last night.”
“Show me.”
Avani glared, then sighed. “Fine, but inside.”
Ethan let her inside, then turned off the alarm while Avani headed into the storeroom and dropped onto an upturned beer crate.
“Just got in a bit of an, uh, altercation.”
“With who?” Ethan stayed in the doorframe, leaning against the wood. “One of ours?”
It wouldn’t have surprised him if Craig had persuaded one of his cronies to test the waters. He’d been spotted with packless wolves in the past, after all.
Avani rolled up the leg of her pants, revealing a hastily bandaged wound on her calf. From the size and location of the bandage, someone had tried to hamstring her and missed.
A snarl started in the back of Ethan’s throat before he realised he was doing it.
“Who did this?”
“Some wolf I didn’t recognise. Big, brown, male. New scent to me.”
He stared at her for a long moment, then retrieved a first aid pack from the staff bathro
om. Avani limped after him, telling him he didn’t need to.
“Don’t be stupid.” He led her to the small staff room just behind the main bar and helped her into the overstuffed couch. “You can’t bandage for shit, you know.”
Avani shrugged. “Rush job. Once I’d fought the guy off and got back to town, I had to head to Mike’s and collect the kid. Had about fifteen minutes to wash up and jump in the car.”
“Mike couldn’t keep her a little longer?”
“He had some meeting or something. And when I got back, I sorted out Carly then crashed out on the bed.”
Ethan tore the old bandage away. “At least it’s already on the mend.” Definitely a bite. “It’s a good job you’re already a Were, or you’d be in need of a transfusion.”
Avani snorted. “Yeah. It doesn’t hurt much now, anyway.”
Ethan doubted it. Bravado was part and parcel of being a second, though. He wiped the area over with an antiseptic pad, then carefully redressed the wound and pulled her pant leg back into place.
“Next time I see Mike, I’m breaking his jaw.”
Avani frowned. “For what?”
“You’re telling me he saw you walk into his second floor apartment and didn’t notice the limp?” Ethan stood and held out a hand. “Would’ve been much worse then, too. He should’ve helped you out.”
“He’s an ex for a reason.” Avani accepted the hand. “And exes aren’t required to help.”
“Neither are bosses or pack leaders. Doesn’t stop me.”
“And I love you for it, boss.” She kissed him on the cheek. “What should we do about this new wolf?”
“We won’t be doing anything.” Ethan folded his arms across his chest. “You’re wounded, so you’ll sit this one out. I’ll patrol tonight.”
“But it’s my job to assist you in things like this. I’ll be healed by tonight. I’m positive of it.”
Ethan shook his head. “I don’t care. You’ll rest the leg so you’re 100 percent when you’re needed next time.”
Avani obviously wasn’t happy about it, but she conceded with a nod. “It’ll cost you.”