His warm breath just below my ear sent an army of goosebumps traipsing over my skin. He tightened his grip, and I melted into his embrace, wanting to stay right here, wrapped in his love.
My mate’s intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, and my cock engorged further. I blinked because his unique aroma made me dizzy, or perhaps it was the lack of oxygen in my lungs.
I let out a loud moan, and my body trembled. His heart thumped against my chest, echoing my own. I grabbed his firm ass and squeezed, and he yelped before I pulled him closer, enjoying his hardness pressed against my arousal. Damn, that was hot, and I ground against him, increasing the friction.
Pulling away a tad so I could gaze into his eyes, there was no mistaking the desire. I captured his mouth, enjoying the plumpness and softness as my tongue probed his lips and demanded to be allowed in. He was mine, but I wanted all of him, not just his cock but his smile, his kindness, and his everything.
His light feathery touch had me clenching my butt cheeks, teetering on the edge of whether I wanted to come or delay my climax.
Bronson stilled his fingers and placed his lips on my ear. “Your choice. Come right here, right now, or inside me.”
He took my hand and slid it down his butt crack to his hole. His ass was covered in slick, and I suspected it was dripping down his thighs. It needed to be licked and lapped so I would capture every last drop.
“Decisions, decisions.” I could hardly get the words out because my head, like my cock, wanted one thing, and that was to be inside my mate and mark him.
Using the last of my willpower, I pulled away, and Bronson got my pants and briefs off. His thumb swiped over my slit, and I shuddered. “Gods, I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
“Just today?” he scoffed. “I’ve been hard since you walked into the kitchen this morning wearing those gray sweatpants.”
I dredged up the image from my memory of his narrowed eyes and him staring at me over the rim of his mug. Wriggling my butt, I grinned ‘cause I’d been aware, and I’d made sure to bend over so my sweats stretched over my ass.
My body tensed as he rubbed over the slit again, and I accused him of teasing me.
“Oh really?” His mouth was grazing over the delicate skin at the base of my throat. “I knew what you were doing by dropping that pen this morning.”
Damn, he was on to me. But he could also be on top of me or under me, leading me to be in him.
His cock was flush against my belly, and I gripped him while his hand was clenched around me. He groaned, and instinct, ingrained in my kind for centuries, surged to the surface. This man was mine, always and forever.
He thunked against the door. “Fuck, Lincoln.”
“Fucking is the intention, my love.”
I slammed my mouth on his again, and our tongues dueled as his free hand tangled in my hair.
We must have removed our shirts, and I stepped out of my pants because I was eying the trail of dark hair from my mate’s belly button that led to a patch of dark curls and his cock.
Moving his hand away from my length, I sank to my knees and nibbled the inside of his thigh and eyed the trail of goosebumps on his skin.
“Lincoln. You… oh gods… maybe… yes.”
I so wanted to taste him and coat my lips in his pre-cum and slick. Bronson braced himself against the door and thrust his hips forward. Nuzzling the base of his cock, I inhaled his scent before licking along the shaft from one end to the tip. He shivered and tugged my hair.
“Fuck, yes. More, please.”
I took him in, inch by glorious inch, while flicking the head with my tongue. I hummed around him, and he jerked forward, hitting the back of my throat.
“Gods, yes.” He yanked a fistful of my hair. “It’s so good.”
My length ached for the same treatment, but this was all about my mate and his pleasure.
I bobbed back and forth as I sucked him and grazed my teeth gently over the shaft. His panting became more shallow, and I recognized the signal. He was beginning to unravel, and as he jerked his hips and mumbled my name, I slid a hand between his legs, brushing over his balls and easing a finger into his hole.
“Yes, that’s it.”
My hand was slathered in pre-cum as he bucked his hips. Tremors took hold of his body when he thrust into me, and cum streamed into my mouth.
Bronson sagged against the door as I lapped around the head and popped off his length. He cried out at the lack of contact, and I picked him up and carried him to the bed. Curling up next to him, I licked cum and slick from my fingers, but a hand sprang out, catching me by surprise, and demanded a taste.
