Page 31 of Midnight Mate
What followed was systematic destruction. With each touch of mouth against skin, Bayne mapped out areas on Clint’s body he never knew could make him gasp. A brush of lips against the hollow of his neck. The gentle scrape of teeth along his hipbone. A warm tongue gliding over the inside of his wrist where his pulse raced wildly against his sensitive flesh.
By the time Bayne’s mouth reached his cock, Clint was already wrecked. Fingers twisted in the sheets, back arched, every nerve ending lit up like a city grid.
He devoured Clint like he was starved, like he’d been waiting for this all night. Maybe his entire life.
Clint wanted him to take whatever he wanted. It felt fucking incredible. Bayne lapped at the head, tongue swirling over the slit. Clint almost lost it right there. His whole body trembled, hips jerking up for more.
Bayne nipped Clint’s inner thigh, then worked his way up, licking and sucking every inch. When he reached Clint’s balls, his mouth was hot, greedy. He took one in, rolling it on his tongue, then sucked the other, while stroking Clint’s cock with his hand.
With a wet pop, he released Clint’s balls. “Could do this for hours,” he said, breath ghosting over Clint’s sensitive flesh. “Take you to the edge over and over without letting you fall. See how long before you beg.”
“I don’t beg.” A complete lie. Clint would beg right now if his pride would let him.
“We’ll see.” And then Bayne’s mouth was on him, hot and wet and perfect.
Time went sideways. It could’ve been minutes or hours that Bayne worked him over, bringing him close before backing off, until Clint was gasping and cursing and maybe actually begging a little. His thighs trembled with the effort of not just taking what he wanted, hips held down by a firm grip.
“Jesus,” Clint gasped, clutching the blanket. “Please… Fuck, please.”
Bayne pulled off, lips swollen and eyes dark with want. “Please what?”
Pride officially deceased, he grabbed Bayne’s hair and pulled him up for a kiss that was all teeth and desperation. “Want you. Want to feel it tomorrow. Want—”
“You want me to fuck you?” Bayne’s voice had gone rough, eyes dark with the same need coursing through Clint’s veins.
“God, yes.”
Bayne caged him in with his arms. The position should’ve felt threatening given their size difference, but all Clint felt was safe. Protected. Wanted.
His eyes never left Clint’s, not for a second.
“Tell me you have supplies,” Bayne said, voice jagged, already breathless.
“Nightstand.” Clint reached for the drawer, fumbling for the lube he kept there.
Bayne took it from him, sitting back on his heels. The way his muscles flexed as he moved had Clint drooling.
Heat shot through Clint as Bayne poured lube onto his fingers, coating them with slick. Cold hit Clint’s ass, then Bayen’s finger pressed against his hole.
Clint gasped at the first touch. Bayne circled his rim, teasing, then pushed the tip in. Pressure burned, then melted into pleasure. Clint’s pulse pounded in his ears.
“Relax,” Bayne murmured, voice soft.
Clint tried. The next finger slid in easier. Bayne stretched him with slow, twisting motions, scissoring his fingers inside him. Sensation built, sharp at first, then sweet, so good Clint’s toes curled.
Then he fucked himself back onto those fingers. Needed more.
“That’s it,” Bayne praised. “Open up for me. God, you’re perfect.”
A third finger was added, and now Clint was panting. Sweat slicked his chest, his cock leaking onto the comforter.
Bayne worked him open, fingers thrusting, stretching. Each time he crooked his finger, pleasure exploded through Clint.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” Bayne marveled. “I could watch you all night.”
Clint almost came, right then. Had to bite his lip to stop it. The fingers withdrew, leaving Clint empty and desperate. Breathlessly, Clint watched, hungry for his wolf.
More lube sounds then Bayne was kneeling between his legs. Strong hands gripped Clint’s thighs, spreading him wide, then Bayne pressed the head of his cock against Clint’s entrance.
