Paws for Change

by Charlie Richards

  Derek felt Dillan’s hands wrap around his own where he gripped his mug. “Handsome and sexy, hell yes.” His voice lowered even more, taking on a husky tone. “So, we remove this file from your father’s possession and see what it truly says. Then, you can decide to do whatever the hell you want without his interference. How’s that sound?”

  Jerking up his head, Derek opened his eyes to find Dillan’s face inches from his own. His green eyes appeared to glitter with the intensity of his stare. Dillan was close enough that with each breath he took, Derek felt the warm puff of air against his lips.

  Derek wanted to lean forward and taste those lips, that mouth. Would it taste of the coffee they were drinking? Would his lips be rougher than a woman’s? Dillan had a thin goatee...how would that feel?

  Wait, what were we talking about?

  “Remove the file? H-How?” Derek whispered. “How would we do that? Why would you even want to get involved in my mess?”

  A smile curved Dillan’s lips. “My family has a few odd quirks of our own,” he told him. “When we meet someone we like, we want to solve all their problems and to take care of them.” He leaned forward, closing the distance just a bit.

  Upon hearing Dillan’s words, Derek scowled. “I’m a man. I’m supposed to take care of my own problems.”

  Dillan’s brows shot up, then down again as his eyes narrowed. “Is that something your father says, too?”

  Derek opened his mouth to deny it, except... “Uh, yeah.” Damn, why hadn’t he thought of that?

  “Getting help from friends does not make you any less a man, Derek,” Dillan stated firmly. “It just means you have a good support system. Friends. People who care about you.” He grinned. “Hell, to do this, I plan to ask for help from an old army buddy of mine.”

  “You were in the army?” That would certainly explain this man’s fit form and confidence.

  “I was,” Dillan confirmed. “I’ll tell you all about it another time. Right now—”

  Dillan didn’t finish his thought. He lifted his hand from where it still rested around Derek’s own. Before Derek had a chance to miss Dillan’s touch, the older man cupped his jaw. Dillan closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to Derek’s.

  While Derek had wanted just that, he still gasped in surprise. He felt Dillan lap lightly at his bottom lip, playfully almost. Part of Derek, the part freaked out by finally giving in to his buried desires, wanted to pull away. The rest of him, the part desperate to feel close to someone, to soothe the loneliness he’d battle for so very long, urged him to grab Dillan and deepen the kiss.

  The second voice won.

  Derek lifted his left hand and mirrored Dillan’s move, cupping his jaw. Tilting his head, he opened wider and slipped his tongue out to touch against Dillan’s own. He lapped at the other man’s appendage, then thrust his own tongue into Dillan’s mouth.

  Dillan’s masculine taste burst across Derek’s taste buds. He moaned at the deep flavor and swept his tongue around his new lover’s mouth, wanting more. He felt Dillan slide his own tongue against Derek’s, tangling them together.

  Moaning into the other man’s mouth, Derek pushed harder. He pulled the other man’s tongue into his mouth and sucked the appendage, reveling in the combined flavors of man and coffee. The taste enflamed his blood, sending it roaring south to his prick. Hard as nails in seconds, Derek’s engorged cock throbbed almost painfully, soaking the front of his borrowed sweats with pre-cum as he battled aggressively for control of the kiss.

  Derek nipped at Dillan’s bottom lip. He sucked Dillan’s tongue. He released the appendage as he slid his hand from Dillan’s jaw into his hair. He tightened his grip on the short strands and tugged.

  Dillan grunted.

  Jerking back, ending the kiss, Derek stared at the man. He’d worried he’d hurt him, but seeing the passionate glaze over Dillan’s eyes eased his concern. Dillan was enjoying this just as much as Derek was.

  “Holy shit,” Derek whispered. “Never kissed anyone like that.”

  Dillan grinned, seeming to ignore how his head was kept at an odd angle by Derek’s hold. “You can kiss me like that anytime, handsome.”

  “Hell, yeah,” Derek growled.

  Derek began to lower his head to renew their passionate lip lock. Upon hearing the sound of a vehicle approaching, he paused and frowned. “Who?”

  “I made a few calls after we separated last night,” Dillan explained. “My godson and his husband stopped by around six this morning and picked up your keys. That’s probably them, bringing your vehicle here.” He cleared his throat and gave him a sheepish expression. “I was going to tell you, but we got a bit distracted.”

  “I liked the distraction,” Derek blurted out. Feeling his face heat, he released his hold on Dillan’s hair and straightened. “Uh, sorry.”

  Dillan released Derek’s jaw and straightened as well. “Don’t apologize for something we both enjoyed,” he chided softly. “Come on. Let’s get food cooking.”

  “Uh, I don’t suppose you have larger sweats or a shirt?” Derek asked, looking down at his erection tenting the fabric. He adjusted himself and cleared his throat. “Um, so they don’t, uh—” His face felt like it was on fire and he couldn’t finish his thought.

  Dillan nodded. “I washed your jeans and shirt. They’re in the back room there, if you want to change,” he said, pointing toward a room behind the kitchen.

  Derek nodded. “Thanks,” he said.

  He quickly strode through the kitchen and into what appeared to be a mud room. Seeing his clothes folded on the dryer, he picked up his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. He tucked his thumbs into his waistband and prepared to pull it over his erection and off, but the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

  Looking to the right, Derek saw Dillan leaning against the counter. He had his arms crossed over his chest and he blatantly stared at Derek. Upon seeing Derek looking at him, Dillan grinned and lifted one brow.

  Derek recognized a challenge when he saw one. Dillan wanted to know if he’d strip in front of him. Narrowing his eyes, Derek held his gaze as he pushed the sweats down, kicking them off his feet.

  Dillan licked his lips, his gaze focused on Derek’s erection. Derek’s body responded instinctively to that look. He felt his cock twitch as a bead of pre-cum oozed from him. Derek ached to grab his erection and stroke himself to completion.

  “Oh, that is such a pretty, pretty sight,” Dillan rumbled just loud enough for Derek to hear. “I want to suck you like a lollipop, Derek. I bet your cum tastes better than your kisses.”

  Derek shuddered at Dillan’s words. He gripped his cock and jacked himself once, twice, unable to help himself. Need surged through him. Need to experience exactly what Dillan offered.

  Growling, Dillan pushed away from the counter and stalked toward him. His green eyes glowed and his own erection tented his sweats. “Tell me no now, Derek,” he stated gruffly. “Because once I get my hands on you, my mouth on you, I won’t stop until I drink you down.”

  Unable to find his tongue, his mouth dry with anticipation, Derek just stared at the man.

  Dillan kicked the door closed, enclosing them in the small room. He hummed softly as he closed the last couple of feet between them. With impressive fluidity, Dillan lowered to his knees at Derek’s feet.

  Holding up his hands, Dillan reached toward him. He paused, his fingers an inch from Derek. “Last chance,” Dillan whispered harshly. “Once I taste you, I won’t let you go so easily.” His green eyes were heavily dilated with his own want. “I will give you so much pleasure, fulfill your desires, you won’t ever want to leave.”

  Swallowing hard at Dillan’s possessive words, Derek finally found his voice. “Wh-What about your guests?”

  “They will wait outside until I invite them in,” Dillan responded confidently. He placed his palms on Derek’s hips, using his thumbs to trace the muscular vee at the base of his abs.
Dillan lifted his gaze and met Derek’s eyes. “Tell me you want to be mine.”

  Derek’s heart thudded in his chest. Want unlike anything he’d ever experienced filled him. Something in the man’s sure touch, the strong cut of his jaw, and his steady gaze told Derek that Dillan would fulfill his word.

  “Yes,” he whispered, unable help himself. He wanted what this man offered more than he needed air to breathe. “I want to be yours.”

  “Soon,” Dillan vowed. “You will be.”

  Derek groaned when Dillan opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and swiped it over the crown of his cock. The warm, mobile appendage moved across his sensitive flesh, sending tingles down his stalk and through his groin. He moaned as goose bumps spread over his skin.

  Lifting his gaze, Dillan peered at Derek through his lashes. A smile curved his lips around his tongue. Then, he leaned forward and swallowed Derek to the root.

  Derek shouted as Dillan’s mouth encased his throbbing dick in warm, wet, sucking heat. When Dillan drew partway off him, Derek instinctively bucked. He sank his prick back into the man’s pleasure-giving heat.

  Dillan hummed, and Derek moaned upon feeling the older man vibrate his cock. Tightening his grip on Derek’s hips, Dillan’s fingertips dug into his skin. When Dillan slowly drew off Derek’s cock, this time, he held him steady.

  Panting hard, Derek stared down at where his prick stretched Dillan’s mouth. His shaft gleamed with the man’s spit while his head remained lodged in Dillan’s mouth. His lips curving obscenely around just Derek’s flared head, Dillan smiled up at him. Then, he sucked...hard.

  Derek shuddered at the feel of the power behind Dillan’s suckling. He felt as if the man were trying to pull his cum from his balls and his dick was the straw. When Dillan pressed his tongue to the wrinkled flesh beneath his cap.

  Pleasure-pain erupted through his cap, causing Derek to grunt. The base of his spine tingled, sending a zing of pleasure up his spine. Derek reached behind him and grabbed the dryer for want of something to hold onto.

  Dillan released his hips and opened his mouth, allowing Derek’s cock to slip from between his lips. A line of spit stretched from his mouth to the tip of Derek’s cock as it bounced up. When it slapped against his abs, the strand broke.

  Derek found his tongue. “Wh-Why?” He thought his voice sounded whiney, but he couldn’t help it. He’d been so close. Dillan’s mouth felt far better, looked far more amazing, than any woman’s...ever. “Wh-Why’d you stop?”

  “So I could tell you that you’re welcome to touch me,” Dillan told him. He licked his lips and smiled as he reached out and gripped Derek’s wrists. “Now that I’ve tortured you a little, I think it’s time you took what you want, don’t you?”

  Dillan tugged Derek’s hands off of the washer and pulled them toward his own head. He placed Derek’s hands on Dillan’s shoulders, then released him. Next, Dillan grabbed the base of Derek’s dick and brought the head back to his mouth. He peered up at him through his lashes as he kissed the head.

  “Now, fuck my mouth with this pretty cock of yours while I play with your balls.”

  Derek moaned and nodded. Nothing had ever sounded so fantastic. He wanted to drive his cock into Dillan’s mouth, bury himself in his throat and coat his throat with his seed.

  Dillan opened his mouth and sucked him in. He placed his left hand on Derek’s hip, lightly holding, probably to keep himself steady. As he reached out with his other hand and palmed Derek’s balls, Dillan swallowed his prick down to the root. He slowly drew off, sucking lightly, as he fondled Derek’s orbs through the sensitive skin of his sacks.

  Groaning, Derek’s hips jerked. This time, Dillan massaged the skin of his groin, encouraging him instead of stopping him. Derek’s control snapped at the sensual sight and feel of it.

  Derek thrust, driving his dick into Dillan’s mouth. When he pulled back out, Dillan sucked hard, exerting the most exquisite pressure on him. Wanting to feel that again, Derek slid his hands up and cupped Dillan’s jaw. He started snapping his hips, sinking into his lover’s mouth over and over.

  Dillan kept up with him. He sucked strongly each time Derek pulled out and tickled the wrinkled skin beneath his cap every time he sank back into his mouth. Somehow, Dillan even managed to swallow around the cap of his prick each time he lodged his head into his throat.

  When Dillan rolled his balls, the combination of sensations became too much. His testicles felt as if they were sucked up by his body. His cock erupted, his seed expelling from his shaft in pulses of nearly painful bliss. Dillan swallowed around him, humming, drinking his seed down swiftly as if it was so good he didn’t want to miss a drop.

  Finally, Derek’s orgasm eased, leaving him floating on heady waves of endorphins. His softening penis grew too sensitive and he grunted and shuddered.

  Evidently reading Derek’s responses, Dillan allowed his dick to slip from his lips. He rose to his feet, sliding his hands to Dillan’s bare ass as he did so. Gripping and squeezing his globes, Dillan pulled their groins flush together.

  At some point, Dillan must have shoved his own sweats down below his balls, for he pressed his naked groin against Derek’s. Feeling a hard, thick erection pressed against him for the first time, his softened prick twitched as if readying for round two.

  Dillan slowly began to rock against him, grinding his erection along the groove of Derek’s thigh. Releasing his right hand’s hold on his ass, Dillan gripped Derek’s neck as he rested his forehead against Derek’s own.

  “That was the best fucking breakfast I’ve ever had,” Dillan whispered. “You are so fucking sexy in passion.”

  Derek felt his face flush at Dillan’s words as he thought his lover’s voice sounded a bit hoarse. Perhaps from his rough treatment, which was a sexy-as-fuck thought.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you and feel your tight ass wrapped around my hard cock,” Dillan continued. As he spoke, he rubbed his prick against Derek harder. “I want to fill your ass with my seed, just like you coated my throat.”

  Derek’s ass clenched upon hearing Dillan’s words and he moaned. At that moment in time, he was almost ready to beg for just that.

  Chapter Eight

  Dillan rutted against Derek. His mate’s sweaty and spit-slicked groin felt fantastic against his throbbing shaft. He wished he could pick his mate up, set him on the washer, and bury himself hilt-deep in his tight ass. Unfortunately, Dillan knew now wasn’t the time...and his mate wasn’t ready.

  Instead, Dillan rocked against Derek, keeping a smooth steady pace that he knew would quickly bring him to completion.

  Using his grip on Derek’s neck, Dillan captured his mate’s mouth. He pushed his tongue between Derek’s lips. He reveled up hearing Derek’s moan, knowing his lover could taste himself on his tongue and seemed to enjoy it.

  Dillan felt his balls draw up. He’d almost come from tasting his mate’s seed and knew this wouldn’t take long. Breaking the kiss, Dillan stared into Derek’s eyes. He watched his lover sweep his gaze over Dillan’s face, his face flushed as he panted softly.

  Derek eased his grip on his shoulder blades. Then, he slid one hand down Dillan’s spine and teased the top of his crease. Staring into Dillan’s eyes, Derek whispered, “I’m not the only person who’s gonna get fucked.”

  Surprise shot through Dillan and another wave of lust burst within him. The image of Derek drilling him with the long, thick cock he’d just had in his mouth flashed across his mind. His balls pulled tight and his orgasm washed over him.

  Dillan’s cock spurted, soaking the front of Derek’s shirt with his seed. Waves of heady bliss pulsed through his body in time with his spurts. Moaning softly, Dillan rested his head against Derek’s shoulder. He nuzzled his lover’s neck, licking and nipping the warm flesh, the urge to bite his mate nagging at him like an itch he couldn’t scratch.

  Soon.

  Instead, Dillan enjoyed the feel of Derek’s arms around him. He
held his mate close and reveled in the knowledge of their combined scents. Dillan loved that any shifter that came close would know that Derek was Dillan’s.

  “I don’t know if I should feel grateful or jealous of all those other guys,” Derek whispered.

  Dillan lifted his head. Staring into Derek’s eyes, he used his thumb to gently massage the pulse point of his mate’s neck. He saw the rueful look on Derek’s face and cocked his head, trying to understand it.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You suck like a pro hoover, so I should be grateful,” Derek replied, his face turning a light shade of pink. “On the other hand, it means you’ve been with...well, a lot of people.”

  Clearing his throat, Dillan nodded slowly. “I can understand that predicament,” he murmured. Hell, he couldn’t even count the number of people he’d fucked and been fucked by over the past three-hundred-plus years. Seeing Derek’s grimace and guessing by that look and by his scent that it stemmed from insecurity, Dillan assured, “While I do have plenty of experience, I will never stray. You are it for me.” Then, his eyes narrowed. “Just as I will be it for you,” he growled. The idea of another touching his mate setting off every possessive instinct he had. “No other will touch you.”

  Derek’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Furrowing his brows, he whispered, “How can you be so certain so fast?”

  Realizing he couldn’t explain about shifters and mates just yet—hell, he needed to get his ass out on the front porch and invite his godson in—Dillan decided to say, “I will explain this to you, but I think my godson is probably getting impatient right about now.”

  Gaping, Derek’s face turned beet red. “Shit. I totally forgot they were out there.”

  Dillan chuckled softly. “Ditch the shirt. We’ll toss it back in the wash,” he advised as he eased away from Derek.

  He slid his sweats up his hips just enough to keep them on without putting them over his cock and balls before opening the door to the kitchen. He quickly made certain it was empty before crossing to the sink. While he was ninety-nine percent certain Edwin and Byron wouldn’t enter without permission, that didn’t mean that one percent couldn’t happen.