Page 14 of The Baby Clause
What a cock tease. Seriously, if he kept wagging his more than fine ass at me, I was going to lose my shit and pounce on him. I only had so much restraint and he was pushing me to my limit.
Fuuuck… those lacy panties did things to me.
The way his cock strained against the fabric made my cock dance. I couldn’t wait to lick his length through them. But that plug taunted me. The fact that he was all ready for me to take had my wolf pushing me forward. It wanted him beneath us, hot and open. I’d never felt this close to losing control-ever. I tugged on his leg to get his attention, then pulled him back closer to me. He had supplies, that was good. Because I had every intention of making good on my promise to fuck him into the rug and every other surface here.
I swept my hand up his thigh, cupping the curve of his butt, and gave it a gentle squeeze. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting him. I wanted to bury my tongue deep inside him and make him scream my name. My first lick traced the outline of his quivering hole. My second lapped at his entrance, seeking entry. The noises Jere made as I pushed deeper made my balls tingle and my cock twitch. I knew we’d be good together, but I never realized that it could be this good. Moving a little faster, I eased my tongue in and out of his hole, feeling his body relax against me.
“Oh, yeah, there… deeper Mase.”
His begging was driving me crazy, so too was his scent. I could smell his pre-come wetting his panties. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I need to taste him. Flipping him over, I pushed his knees apart and back. Jerry grasped his legs and held himself open to me. What a sight he made. Eyes glazed, hair messed, cheeks blushed and nibbling on his lower lip. I need a taste of those lips. Lowering my body between his legs, I ground my throbbing dick against his, grinding against the wet lace while I bit his nipple on the way to his pouty lips. Then they were mine to feast on, as was every moan I pulled from him with the graze of my tongue. I drank them all down, savoring them like fine wine.
I could feel my heart pound like a jackhammer as every fiber of my being begged me for more, more sensation, more him. Pulling back, I gave his lips one more nip before I kissed my way down his chest. And my ultimate prize.
Slowly, I traced the lace pattern with my tongue, then sucked at the weeping cock head that begged for my attention. His flavor burst against my taste buds, setting fire to the last of my restraint. I tore the panties from him and stuffed them into his mouth before I claimed his cock with my mouth and sucked him hard. Jerry’s make-shift gag did little to quieten his gasps and moans to take him deeper into my throat. Relaxing my throat, I swallowed all he had to give, until his balls brushed up against my chin, where I ground my beard against them.
With the finesse of a bull in a China shop, I pulled the lid off the lube and slicked my fingers, ready to replace the plug. With one smooth motion, I’d pulled the plug free and pushed two fingers deep into his tight opening. Jere’s hips began to move, gently thrusting his length into my mouth and forcing my fingers deeper into his channel. I let him have his way with me a few minutes longer, then it was my turn. I tore open the condom wrapper and rolled it on, slicked myself up and held myself above him, poised, ready, waiting for his signal.
“Mase, fuck me… please.” His words would have been music to ears if they hadn’t been mumbled through his panties. Taking pity on him, I pulled them free and threw them to one side. I placed my finger on my lips.
“Shhh, don’t wake the baby.” He scrunched his eyes closed before nodding his head, then bit down on his lips again.
I took that as my signal to thrust forward, burying my cock deep. Bliss, that’s what he felt like. With every movement, he stole my breath away, leaving me panting.
My wolf surged forward, seeking his mate, his eyes bleeding through mine.
“Mate! Mine!” The words were barely more than a growl. In a voice I struggled to recognize as my own.
Jerry’s eyes flashed orange, his fox rising to the surface to greet his mate.
“Take me, I’m yours.”
The need to mate and claim him was overwhelming. In seconds, I’d pulled out and torn away the last barrier, keeping us apart. Then thrust back in, harder and deeper, my hands digging into his hips as I claimed his body and soul.
Jere’s moans turned to pants and gasps, as our bodies slammed together. His mouth opened in a silent cry as his muscles clamped down on my cock as his orgasm swept through him. Driving my hips forward, I buried my length inside him. Lying face to face, eye to eye, as wolf and fox, I lower my mouth to his neck and bite down, forever marking him as my mate, as he did me.
7 New Beginning
Jerry
Falling asleep in each other’s arms in front of the fire was not the most comfortable night’s sleep. I wasn’t sure which part of me ached the most: my back, my neck or my tush? Mason hadn’t gone easy on me, not that I had wanted him to. What I didn’t expect was him claiming me forever as his mate. The sun had barely risen, but I could hear Pip’s gentle cry. Wriggling out from under Mason’s arm, I draped a blanket over him, tossed a log on the dying embers before seeing to the baby.
That was the way Mason found us a while later. I’d pulled on my snuggle suit and Pip had curled up in my arms, his little Santa hat and booties sticking out from under his blanket.
“Morning babe, coffees in the pot if you want some.”
“Thanks, in a moment. I want to kiss you good morning first.”
Oh my, a guy could get used to that kind of greeting, especially one from a very sexy and still very naked sheriff. With every kiss I felt lighter, more at peace. Centered. Mason accepted me as I was, the way I am, a slightly nutty fox shifter in a snuggle suit. He placed a small kiss on Pip’s head before heading to get dressed, coffee in hand.
He reappeared a few minutes later, dressed, ready for work.
“This is good coffee.” Mason’s words were music to my ears. See, told you it was much better than the mud they had at Mrs. K’s.
Mason patted down his pockets and reached for his phone just as it started to ring. With all the excitement of the last few days, I’d not remembered to turn my cell phone back on. As soon as I hit the button, the pinging sound started. Missed calls from Dennis, shocker. Missed calls from Brian, again no surprise there. Missed calls and texts from Stefan asking if he was forgiven and if I’d received his gift basket, and finally missed calls from my mom. Whom I immediately called. As usual, I was unable to get a word in, as she was far too busy talking at me. I mean, she had to pause at some point, right? I held the phone away from my ear, no longer interested in what she had to say. Nope, I was more interested in what Mason was saying on his call.
“That can’t be right; did you double check the results… oh you did. Did you test the equipment to see that it wasn’t… oh right, okay. Yes, you were very thorough. Well, thanks for rushing the results through. Oh thanks, I guess I am.”
So, from hearing that one sided conversation, I’m guessing the other side actually went something like this.
