“I thought you were asleep.”
“You thought wrong.”
He licked my fingers, and his roving gaze landed on my length.
“I want me some of that, please.”
“Already?”
He grinned and flipped over and offered up his ass.
Getting behind him I fingered his hole again, and he swayed his butt.
“Give me your cock, Lincoln.”
Spreading his hole with one hand, I eased in, just the tip, and gave him time to adjust. We both sighed, and for me it was one of satisfaction. Being inside him was like coming home.
“I love being inside you.”
Bronson swayed his hips. “You’re hardly in.”
My knees trembled with the effort of not thrusting deep inside him. I did want to slam into him and possess every inch of hisdepths, but I was big, huge even, according to Bronson, and I had to consider him and his comfort.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I sank into his heat. Each inch filled and stretched him, and I was overwhelmed by a possessive instinct to mark him right now. When I was sheathed in him and buried to the hilt, we both sighed.
“Gods, babe. I love your dick. It’s so thick.” He squeezed around me, damn him. Was he trying to make me come so soon? Then he giggled, and the vibrations had the same effect. I gritted my teeth, not wanting to climax yet.
I focused on Bronson and stroked his back and licked along his spine. He shivered and wiggled his butt, urging me to, “Get on with it, because I want a good fuck.”
I moved my hips, and he gasped and tightened around me before I pulled out and eyed my length, glistening with slick. Now I plunged into him, and the bed jiggled. Bronson groaned, saying that was more like it. He met my next thrust by pushing back against me, making pleasure ripple over my body.
But I didn’t pause and pushed back in and eased out again almost immediately.
“Mmmm. Give me more of your cock, babe.”
My length surged into him, and the mattress squeaked. Bronson’s body jerked, but we found our rhythm as he gripped the sheets and thrust his hips back to meet me.
I gripped his hips, pressing into the sweet soft flesh, and paused. He complained, and I glided into him achingly slowly and pulled out at the same speed. He urged me to fuck him faster, and I obliged.
Nowwe were fucking. There was no more talking, just thrusting and plowing into his tight channel, and my sweat-soaked skin slammed against his butt in a satisfying slap. My cock pounded into him, and he moaned or whimpered at each thrust. The air was filled with the mingled scents of slick, sweat, and sex, and Bronson’s fingers clawed the sheets as my cock possessed his ass.
The pace of his breathing changed. Now it was more frantic. He knew what was coming, and it was close.
“Lincoln, I’m going to…”
Leaning over him, I grabbed his cock and pumped it. “Come for me, love.” I filled him again and again until he tensed and arched his back. I gave his length a final tug, and his body jerked before cum spurted onto the sheets.
Bronson clamped down on me as he cried out my name. My orgasm took hold of me, and I shuddered when waves of ecstasy washed over my body. Cum spilled into him as we rode out our climaxes, and my shouting his name mingled with his moans.
As I reveled in the post-orgasmic glow, my muscles ached, in a good way, and I pulled us onto the bed. We spooned, and my knot claimed him, and when he was ready, my panther’s teeth extended and I sank them into his shoulder. He grabbed my arm and bit me, leaving a tiny mark that would scar.
He was mine, and we were officially mated.
16
BRONSON
Going back and forth between places wasn’t ideal. In fact, it was kind of a pain in the ass, but we did it every night. We wanted to be in each other’s arms when we fell asleep each night and still be there when we woke up each morning. This was the only way we’d been able to make it happen.
