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Cato grinned. Vigge relaxed right up until the point that Cato lined his cock up with his hole.
Cato bent and kissed his neck. “Stop worrying. You already know my nine-inch cock will just slide in.”
Laughing loosened Vigge’s body and his muscles gave way to allow Cato to press home. All the way in. Right to the hilt. Right until they were locked tight together. Cato closed his eyes.Breathe.
“I’ve been reading a werewolf romance.” Cato needed not to move for a moment. Nor for Vigge to move. “About knotting.”
Vigge was breathing heavily. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Cato withdrew slowly, leaving just the head inside before he pushed back again. Did it once more.Oh that’s so good.He did it harder. Then faster. “Christ!”
Cato gripped Vigge’s hips as he drove in and out, searching for the place that would make Vigge howl.
“There,” Vigge gasped and Cato kept that angle, pounding the same spot.
He slid a hand under Vigge and wrapped it around his cock. Vigge cried out.Oh God, I am so close.Cato’s balls tingled. He jerked Vigge off in the same rhythm that he was fucking him. Vigge’s muscles tightened around his cock and Cato’s breathing faltered.
Vigge cried out as he came in Cato’s hand and orgasm ripped through Cato’s body like a pyroclastic flow. He bucked against Vigge, driving him down into the bed, his cock emptying into the condom as he collapsed on top of him.
When Cato could breathe, when he could speak, he said, “We’ve not lost our superfast speed then.”
Vigge shook beneath him as he laughed. “Slow the next time, just to prove we can.”
~~~
Vigge climbed into the car the next morning with no idea what they were going to do. Something to do with water because Cato had told him to put on his trunks.
“How far are we driving?” Vigge slid his arm across Cato’s shoulder and stroked his neck.
“Just over thirty miles.”
“And what’s in Auburn?”
“Wait and see.”
“Where are we sleeping tonight?”
“Auburn.”
Vigge gave up. “Have you heard from Devan and Jonty?”
“They’re in Italy at the moment. Jonty’s never been anywhere. Well, apart from Russia in February. Let’s hope this Italian trip is less eventful.”
Vigge hadn’t been anywhere much either, just a couple of trips to Spain in his early twenties. Even thinking about coming to America had thrilled him. He’d been overwhelmed by the huge breakfast buffet laid on in the hotel that morning. He’d never seen so much food. Though it tickled him that Cato had done the same as the Americans and had put everything on one plate, so that maple syrup-covered pancakes sat alongside bacon and eggs.
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Cato parked in an area behind a grocery store called Raley’s and switched off the engine.
“Right, we need these.” Cato pulled a backpack from the rear seat and gave Vigge a neck strap for his sunglasses, and put one on his own pair. “Can you guess yet?”
Vigge shook his head.
“Plastic water bottle with strap. Small suntan lotion that we’ll share and a waterproof camera with a strap. I’ve got a GoPro too.”
“So we’re going on a river?”
“Yep. I’ve also brought us cheap trainers from Walmart because ours will get wet.”
