by J. D. Light
Maybe the claiming could wait. I should just let him fuck me over this counter instead.
Sliding his hands to my ass, he gave a brief, hard squeeze and then used my hips to spin me around and shove me toward the stairs.
I didn't hesitate, I took off running, stripping my clothes on the way. Then I went directly to my bag in my room, going for the lube.
By the time I come back out, Crawford was just reaching the top of the stairs, his arms full of clothes and a happy smirk on his face.
When his eyes settled on me, the clothes hit the floor right there at the top of the stairs. He raked me with his gaze, groaning when he saw my dick flex under his perusal.
"Crawford, you're making a mess," I said huskily, my attempt at a joke ruined by the needy thread of my voice.
"Get in that fucking bedroom," he growled, stepping over the mess he'd just left and heading directly for me.
I didn't even get a chance to move on my own, before he was on me, putting his mouth to mine while grabbing my ass and lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and thrust my tongue into his mouth as he carried me to the bedroom.
We bounced off the jamb and I grunted as the corner nailed my spine, but I never stopped sucking greedily on his tongue and soon I was being lowered to the bed, Crawford's large, still clothed body pinning me to the mattress.
Again, I considered putting off the claiming and just having him fuck the shit out of me, but just as I was about to suggest it, he pulled back, climbing off of my body and stepping back away from the bed.
My dick was leaving a wet mess in my belly button and I couldn't resist scooping up the pre-cum there and rubbing it against the head of my dick, making it shiny and teasing the sensitive crown.
He stripped first his shirt and then his pants, and that easy he was standing completely naked in front of me.
Once again coming closer, he leaned down and took the bottle from my free hand, surprising me, since I had forgotten I was still holding it.
Propping a foot up on the bed, he poured a healthy amount onto the tips of his fingers and reached down between his legs, and I clamped down on the base of my dick, whimpering as I watched him play with his hole, letting his head fall back on his shoulders.
I'd been worried he might not enjoy bottoming. That our claiming would just be that, a one-time thing to get it over with, and honestly, I would have been more than happy to bottom for him for the rest of my life, but watching him then… watching his mouth go slack and his dick jump as he worked himself open, gasping every once in a while, letting me know he'd probably hit his prostate, I knew this was going to be far from the last time I fucked him.
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine and he groaned, biting his lip.
"Fuck, Linc," he whispered, his big body shuddering. "The way you look at me. Nobody has ever looked at me the way you do."
I whimpered, jerking my hand away from my cock. It was too much of a temptation to stroke it. I writhed on the bed, my body needing more, needing him.
Climbing onto the mattress, he knee-walked the short distance to me, using the hand he'd just opened himself up with to reach out and grab my cock for the first time, stroking it with the extra lube to get it ready for his delicious ass, and I shouted, my body bowing off the bed.
I wasn't going to make it. Crawford Russell was touching me. He was about to show me how much he loved me. It was almost too much for my body and mind to take in.
He released my dick, his powerful body coming up over mine as he straddled me, letting his thick ass settle on my thighs, his balls resting on top of mine and I whimpered, feeling tortured.
"You okay, Linc?" he asked, leaning over me to grip what he could of my short hair, giving a slight tug.
Again, I whimpered, but the pain was enough to pull me away from the edge.
"Never better," I panted, my overheated body thrumming as I looked him over, reaching up to run my hands over his thick pecs and down over his stomach.
He sucked in slightly and I smacked his thigh, growling. "I love your body, Crawford. Every fucking inch of you is stunning, do you understand me?"
Smiling, he shook his head slightly, watching my face. "I do. I might forget from time to time, but it's hard to deny that you like what you see when you look at me like that."
I smiled, reaching up to cup his neck and jerk him down into a kiss, growling against his lips when he flicked his tongue along the roof of my mouth.
He rose slightly, reaching down to grip my dick again, pressing the head against his opening before sinking down slowly.
I gasped and then grunted, amazed at the feel of his scalding, tight channel enveloping my cock.
When he was sitting completely on my hips I reached out and grabbed his ass, needing something to hold on to as he rose and then sank back down.
We both groaned, and I wiggled, my body incapable of staying still in that moment.
He set a slow, controlled pace, setting my body on fire. I was so close, I could feel the tingles pricking at my spine and I bit down hard on my lip, drawing blood to keep from coming.
When he leaned down again, taking my mouth in a searing kiss, I sank my fingers into his hair and gave him everything, letting him feel just how much I loved him.
He groaned and hot seed hit my chest. I broke off the kiss, throwing my head back as his ass spasmed around my dick, milking me.
Crunching up, I wrapped my arms around his big body and dragged him down on top of me, sinking my teeth into the bend where his neck and shoulder connected.
He gasped, his body jerking as another orgasm barreled through us both at the same time.
"Holy shit," he whispered, panting into the pillow next to my head as I licked at the already healing wound. "That was fucking amazing." He pulled back, looking down into my eyes as he framed my face with his hands, his chest and stomach pressing against mine, feeling fucking perfect like that. "I can't believe this is happening," he whispered reverently. "I never would have thought this was possible."
"I love you, Crawford," I whispered, tears pricking at my eyes as the most amazing man I'd ever met in my life stared down at me like I was a fucking treasure.
"I love you too, Linc. I have for so long."
I took his mouth again, lazily licking inside and just enjoying the flavor of my mate.
After a while, he sighed, easing off of me and falling to the bed beside me, rolling so he could look at me. Watch me.
"You really want to go pick those clothes up right now, don't you?" I said, smirking when he blinked, biting his lip. "Go on. And then come straight back and snuggle me."
He sighed in relief, closing his eyes for a moment, before leaning over and kissing my lips gently. "I love that you know me so well and don't think I'm fucking crazy," he whispered, before pressing another kiss to my mouth.
"Oh, you're crazy," I said huskily as my dick started to fill all over again.
Groaning, he nipped at my lips before licking them, pulling back to check his work. His eyes darkened immediately at whatever it was he saw there, and he rubbed his mouth against mine. "What clothes?"
Epilogue
My front door was slung open and then slammed closed as an angry Beckett stormed in, smacking Enid's thigh, so the man would scoot over on the couch, then plopping down, crossing his arms over his chest and Beckett glared at the wall across the room.
Enid barely lifted his eyes from his carving, clearly used to that type of behavior.
"How was work, Beck?" Lincoln asked, trying not to laugh when he met my eyes.
"Don't ask," he grumbled, taking a deep breath and pulling his phone out of his pocket.
Enid snorted, but said nothing as he continued to carve the tiny figurine in his hand.
"Shut up," Beckett grumbled, elbowing his friend in the ribs.
It had been a couple of weeks since Enid and Beckett had come to live with us, and I'd genuinely enjoyed having a full house again.
Lincoln and I had
talked it over and we thought we might start having kids in a couple of years after we'd gotten some time to enjoy being newly mated. Because we enjoyed the fuck out of it. We enjoyed it so much, Decker had started calling before he came over, which was actually kind of a miracle.
"Grayson show up again?" I asked, trying not to smile.
Beckett was absolutely obsessed with Grayson. He'd finally stopped hiding behind people when the man walked into a room, but he always got that shifty look in his eyes like he was scanning for an escape.
And I didn't really blame him. He could be downright awkward around the agent.
"Yes," he said on a sigh, melting into the back of the couch and letting his head fall to his friend's shoulder.
I smiled softly. Beckett was really the only person allowed to touch Enid. The man didn't get mad or anything, but it was clear he was uncomfortable when people tried to put their hands on his shoulder, or anything like that, but Beckett was always allowed.
At first, I'd thought Enid had a thing for his best friend, but as time went on, it was clear that Enid saw Beckett as a younger brother, always protecting him and providing for him.
"Is he harassing you?" Lincoln asked, narrowing his eyes for a moment.
"I wish," Beckett whined, letting his head roll on Enid's shoulder so he could look at my mate. "He treats me like a kid. He's so fucking nice!" he yelled, throwing a hand toward the ceiling in frustration.
"And that's a bad thing?" Enid asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking.
"Yes," Beckett snapped, jerking his head up and glaring at the side of his friend's face. "I'm not a kid. I don't want to be handled with care."
Lincoln smirked opening his mouth, probably about to help.
"I don't think so," I said pointing at his pretty lips and making a close motion with my hand. "Beckett does not need advice on how to woo an FBI agent. I'm almost positive he can figure it out on his own. You'll just make it worse."
When he gasped indignantly, like he couldn't believe I would accuse him of that, I did what was in everyone's best interest, especially mine, and simply bent, tossing him over my shoulder and heading upstairs.
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