Page 8 of You Otter Know
He reached out to tug at River’s sweater, wanting to see some skin. “I feel the same way. You make me hot. I want to do all the things with you.”
After that, things went from slow-motion to hot and heavy. They flung off their clothes and came together with a smack that would have made them laugh if it wasn’t so damn sexy. River’s skin felt hot and taut over those hard muscles, the man’s body fascinating to him because it was so much bigger than his. There was some springy hair on River’s chest, and it arrowed down to the most perfect glory trail he had ever seen, blooming again around the base of River’s cock, which was hard and long and thick and made his mouth water.
He grabbed it and stroked, making River arch his back and close his eyes, moaning, “Damn, Bohdi. That’s it. Touch me right there. Just a little harder.”
He nodded, his heart pounding, and moved his hand faster and harder, using his thumb to stroke around the top at the end of every pull.
River touched him too, hands sliding over his neck and shoulders and down his arms, then coming back up to his chest. Fingers and thumbs plucked at his nipples, and he’d never thought about how hot that would be or how it would send shivers of sensation all the way down to his toes.
He let River touch him everywhere, and when one finger slid against his hole he was hot and wet, but he was too revved up to be embarrassed by that. A normal human, which was who he pretended to be, wouldn’t do that, but he wasn’t just a normal human. He was an otter shifter, and his body could adjust itself to his mate if that was what needed to happen.
“Damn, baby, you’re already ready for me. I knew it. I knew you had to be one of us.” River beamed at him, then leaned forward to bite where his neck and shoulder came together, andhe forgot to answer. He forgot everything but the need that was driving him to spread his legs and let River in.
“Condom.” He did have enough presence of mind to say that. “I need you to put on the condom, River.”
River nodded, grabbing the condom to rip open the little package and roll it on his dick. “I’m ready now, baby. You want me to come in?”
“Yeah, God yes.” He spread his legs, arching his hips up by digging his heels into the rug on the floor.
River didn’t hesitate; he just pushed in between Bohdi’s legs, the head of that thick cock rubbing against his hole. And then River was inside him, pushing deep, touching places in his body that he hadn’t ever felt a touch. He didn’t think.
“Fuck you’re tight and hot and wet. You’re so fucking perfect.” River began to move, thrusting hard really taking him down, and he was breathless, clinging, trying to let his mind catch up to his body, but that wasn’t gonna happen, it wasn’t possible.
He just moaned, wrapping his legs around River’s hips and begging for it, arching up off the floor, taking every thrust as deeply as he could.
Bohdi felt like he was going to explode. His skin was too tight, too hot, and his dick had never been so hard. But River just kept at it, banging deep, stroking, and saying filthy little words.
Some of the words finally resolved themselves into things he could understand, and River stared into his eyes. “I’m gonna knot you baby. I’m gonna knot you so hard I hope you’re ready for it.”
He’d heard of that, of course. His father occasionally said it to his mom when he didn’t think his children could hear, but Bohdi had never been with anybody who had a knot. He pretended to be human… because of reasons, and he didn’t want to think about them right now. He just wanted this fantasy to be real.
He dug his blunt nails into River’s shoulders. “I want you to knot me. I want that so damn bad.”
They rocked together, and sure enough, he felt an extra swelling deep inside him, something that couldn’t possibly just be a normal human dick. River was growing and growing with every thrust until they were stuck together so hard that they could barely move. All they could do was just keep pushing and rocking and trying to get friction, and his dick was trapped between them, and he was going to come.
“Come on, baby; come for me. I want to see your face when you do it.” River reached up with one hand to cup his cheek, holding him so he couldn’t look away.
With the other hand, River reached down and stroked his dick, and that was enough to make him shoot, his balls pulling up tight, his ass clamping down on River’s cock.
Bohdi cried out, his whole body on fire, his nerves misfiring, his brain filled with white, staticky noise.
“Fuck yes.” River thrust two or three more times, and then he felt it when River released inside him, hot jets of seed falling into him, wet and desperately wonderful.
Except he wasn’t supposed to feel that, was he? What had happened to the damn condom?
Bodhi tried not to panic, but his heart wouldn’t slow down. It kept pounding, and he was worried that he was going to pass out - just black out right there and let River do whatever serial killer thing he was going to do to him now.
“Hey, it’s okay, what’s the matter?” River kissed his chin, his nose, his cheeks, and then his mouth. Slow, languorous kisses that were designed to calm him down.
“I think the condom broke.” He was freaking out. If River was like him and not just human, which he had to be right? Because if he had a knot, then Bohdi could get pregnant if this happened.
“Well, if it did, then we’ll figure it out.” River kissed his mouth, and that finally did it - the long, slow tangle of their tongues. They were knotted together, and it wasn’t like they were going anywhere, so Bohdi relaxed, letting River take the lead.
It wasn’t until a long while later, when River’s knot went down and they slipped apart, that he realized he was right- the condom had broken, and now he had to worry about whether or not River was the kind of creature, just like he’d said, who could get him pregnant.
Chapter
Five
