Page 53 of The Return
I blamed my wolf, of course.
I lay back once again, waiting for Corey to tease some more, but he took his already-glossy hand and wrapped it around my shaft, pulling a groan out of me.
“You know, I often fantasized about your cock,” he said, smearing more of the lube.
“Oh?” I managed to get out, working hard to suppress the shudders that coursed through me.
“Mhm. I wondered if it was big, small, skinny, fat. Also if it was cut, or uncut.”
“No wolf I know of has a cut one. We heal most wounds eventually, so circumcision wouldn’t be possible.”
“Hot,” Corey murmured, climbing on top of me, keeping a grip on my aching rod. “Let me tell you, the reality is way better than the fantasy. It’s long and thick, but not too much of either.”
“Because F-F-Fate made us for each other.”
“Hm. I’ll have to send Fate a thank-you card.”
He slid my cock into the crease of his ass, until finally he notched it against his pucker, then started to take me into his body. He’d stop every inch or so and take a few deep breaths before continuing. Once he lowered his weight onto my legs, I knew I’d come home.
He raised up a bit, then slowly lowered himself until I’d been engulfed in that sultry heat once more.
“Fuck, that’s amazing,” I said, watching him lose himself in the rapture.
“Oh, yeah,” he gasped, picking up speed. I tightened the muscles in my legs, because my orgasm was imminent. Corey’s lusty expression, the want and need, all of that called to me on every level. I wanted to spend hours making love to this man and was embarrassed I wouldn’t last but a few more minutes.
“Core,” I managed to get out. “Going to come soon.” I reached for his cock and stroked it. So damn hot in my hand.
“Harder,” he pleaded. “Please, Jonas. I need it harder.”
He batted my fingers aside, then grabbed his own dick. I missed the feeling of him in my hand immediately. Still, he wanted something, and it was my job to give it to him. I braced myself, flattening my palms on the bed, and when he started his descent, I thrust up, slamming into him hard.
“Fuck, yes,” he spat. “More!”
We fell into a rhythm, him dropping onto my cock as I drove deeper. With each thrust, he grunted, whined, and then demanded, “Harder.” The room was filled with our moans, the sound of skin slapping skin, and needy pleas.
The next thing I knew, my stomach, chest, and face were being painted with his hot spend as he clenched his ass, locking me into him almost painfully. I’d been on the precipice before, but that hot, tight channel dragged the orgasm from me, wringing it from my very depths. Corey collapsed on top of me, my dick still inside him as I rode out the remnants of the mind-blowing sex we’d had.
Then I heard it. Panting, growling, and whimpering from Matt as he begged Kinsey to fuck him. I crushed Corey to my chest and whispered in his ear. “I think we gave them ideas.”
Just then, Matt howled, and Corey chuckled softly.
“I should get going,” he said. “I need to clean up and make sure I placed my order this morning.”
But I didn’t want him to go, so I held on.
“Jonas, you gotta let me get dressed. I need to get down to the shop and finish my order.”
His voice was filled with postsex sleep. I knew if I didn’t let him go, he’d be out like a light in minutes, so I did what any good mate would. I held on.
And moments later, with whispered protests, Corey fell asleep in my arms.
COREY
The first thingI heard when I tried to get up was a pained cry from Jonas. I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep on him, but now he seemed torn between pushing me away or pulling me close.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’re stuck together,” he moaned. “When you moved, you were pulling the hair off me.”
