Page 26 of Fixer
“Oh!”He scrambled off the bed, which, okay, plenty of space.
Since we were doing this the slow way, I grabbed a bit more oil and went to my knees and one elbow, my cheek mashed in the pillow where his scent lay thick, my other hand back at my ass.While Wade watched, I slicked myself some more.His breath rasped in time with the movements of my hand.
I grabbed a tissue off the bedside table, wiped my fingers, and went to hands and knees.Twisting to look over my shoulder, I grinned at him.“Consider this an engraved invitation.”
Wade scrambled onto the bed, positioning himself behind me.He gripped my hips with strong fingers and paused.“How do I…?”
“Like fucking a woman, but a different hole.Come on.”
“You’re not a woman.”
“Damned right, I’m a wolf.Which means you don’t need to be gentle.Fuck me like you mean it.”
Wade let go with one hand.I felt the rounded tip of his cock against me, imagined his fist around his shaft, guiding himself to the target.
“Yeah, right there, come on.”I pushed back against him.His cockhead sank past my initial resistance.We both groaned.
The first stretch and sting was like coming home, familiar, a herald of better things.I bore down as he worked himself deeper.His cock was plenty hard and thick now, and the baby oil wasn’t the perfect lubrication, but I’d done this with just spit, more than once.This— Wade working himself inside me, all heat and power and tight grip and panting breath— this sparked every nerve and beat every fantasy I’d ever had.
“Can I…?”Wade filled me to the hilt and froze, tight against my ass.
I took a moment to savor the perfection of this man deep inside me, our bodies melded, his breathing shallow and rapid.I had Wade on the edge, just from the feel of my body, and that was heady power.“Fuck me hard,” I told him, and braced my forearms on the bed.
Wade eased slowly back, my ass clinging to him as if reluctant to let him go.Then he thrust forward, hard enough to shake the bedframe.Hard enough to light me up deep inside.I’d be sore but the ache wouldn’t last and right now, I wanted to be fucked so thoroughly we obliterated the boundaries between us.
“Yeah,” I grunted.“Like that.”
Wade growled under his breath and shoved into me again, then again, faster.I groaned encouragement and he gripped my hips, falling into a rhythm.Sweat, oil, precum, and my ass remembering how this worked, eased our way.Wade fucked me hard and fast and deep, the bed thumping in time to our guttural breaths.Over the white-hot, flaring pleasure, I briefly thought,good thing that’s not a neighbor’s wall, butI couldn’t care about discretion right now.
My cock hung heavy and tight under me.Random brushes against the bedclothes sent electric pulses through my groin but far from enough to get off.Wade shifted his weight and his next stroke dragged over my prostate at the perfect angle.“Again.”I worked a hand under myself and got a grip on my aching cock.
Wade pulled me to him, slid deep, and sparks lit my insides, ass to balls to cock.I yelped and he repeated that angle, shoving harder, faster.I barely found enough coordination to fist my dick in time, my strokes short and jerky.Wade drove me higher and higher until I wasn’t sure what part of me would explode first.Every nerve vibrated, strung tight.Then I crashed over the edge.All that heat and electricity came together and flashed through me, dry tinder catching fire.I burned, and came with a shout I don’t think I’d ever made before.Sticky spunk welled through my fist.The feel, the smell, the sloppy sounds overwhelmed all my senses.
Until blinding pleasure reached the edge of pain and I had to let go.Wade pushed me flat to the mattress, ground his cock deep inside me, and growled as he came, shuddering, filling my ass.I felt his sharp teeth on my neck, a graze, then a bite.The pain sparked my pleasure and I trembled through an aftershock.Scents of sweat and musk and spunk filled the air.Gradually, Wade slumped onto me, his muscles going lax.
After a minute, he licked where he’d bitten me.I shivered.
“Youdidlike that.”Satisfaction and a bit of smugness threaded Wade’s voice.
“Every moment.”Even the deep ache now as he softened inside me was something I treasured.My body would heal that memento all too soon.
Wade took another minute to rest, snuffling against the skin below my ear, before he eased back and out.I rolled and grabbed him, hauled him down on top of me before he could get it in his head to move away.I had a wet spot under me, and the cum in his pubes stuck damp against mine, but who cared.
Wade kissed me, his lips chapped and dry.Then he propped himself on his elbows and looked down at me.“What does your wolf think, when you…?”
“When I take it up the ass?”I smiled up at his serious face.“He’s fine with it.If the man fucking me doesn’t respect me afterward, he’ll eat the guy’s face off.”
“Being on the bottom seems submissive.”
“It could be.The first time I bottomed…” Was I going to tell Wade this story?Apparently, yes.“I thought letting myself be fucked was going to be submissive.I wanted to play that role.A rebellion of sorts.Alpha had been on one of his rants about some human and started calling him a fairy and a limp-wristed queer and so on.I had to listen and not react, but when he was done, I went out and drove two towns over and found the gay bar.I picked out a big, burly, biker type.Someone who’d top a werewolf and prove a queer human could be, I don’t know, dominant in an important way, I guess.I figured I’d heal from any pain afterward.”
“Were you okay?How old were you?”
I chuckled.“Yeah.I was nineteen, and not a virgin in other ways.Already a big guy, but I’d only topped at that point, mostly slim, willowy, effeminate guys.I’d figured if I associated sex with visibly feminine guys like that, it’d be easier to ignore all the muscular, naked werewolf bodies when we shifted.”
“Was it?”
“Maybe?I made it through my teens without getting noticed, anyhow.”
