“Terrance? Why?”
“He was here this morning and said to consult him every time there’s an unscheduled visitor.”
So Terrance had been busy while I’d slept. Not surprising at all. “I’ll talk to him myself, don’t worry. Just open the gate.”
“Sure thing. Have a nice evening.”
“You too. Thanks.”
I glanced at the closed door to my new bodyguard’s bedroom as I went to welcome my guest. It was late, right? No reason to wake up Terrance just because of a booty call. He’d been up so early, poor guy.
Toby, the blond from the Rosebud Club, was an omega around twenty, whom I’d met at a fancy sex party. I had to save these descriptions on my phone because I never remembered all the boys by name alone. Toby had let me do him against the wall in the club’s dark room and once more in the back of my car. Since he was a great fuck whotook me easily to the hilt and came like a fountain, I’d given him my number.
This afternoon, he sent me a few photos. I opened a sensual pic showing his bare neck, and then I swiped to the most graphic one. Now, who was I to say no when a boy sent me a detailed photograph of his needy, stretched, glistening asshole? I grinned. I’d be right there soon.
A couple of minutes later, I picked him up at the door and dragged him in the direction of the fuck room. We didn’t even say hi. We paused on the stairs for some groping and dry-humping, then Toby stumbled backward through the hallway while I bit and nipped at his neck. I pushed the door to the fuck room open, swung him through, and kicked it shut behind us.
Without hesitation, Toby sank to his knees and did his best to get to my dick. But that was the thing. As a shifter, I didn’t let most humans see there was something off with my anatomy. It was a bummer but a necessary precaution.
“Nuh-uh.” I grabbed Toby’s hands and manhandled him until he was bent over the edge of the mattress.
“You’re no fun,” he whined. “I just want a taste.”
“I want a taste first.”
“Then let me clean up your dick after you’re done fucking me.”
“Will do.”
By the time I’d be done with him, he’d have forgotten about it.
I dragged his skinny jeans down and smacked his ass. It jiggled prettily. I grabbed fistfuls of the yielding flesh and pulled it apart, exposing his crease. Moaning, he pushed for me, opening his ass into a little dark circle.
“Hungry?”
“Uh-huh. Want your dick in there so bad.”
I smacked him again and spread him open so I could look at him some more.
He was so loose. Gaping. A sight for gods.
“Are you looking at my hole?”
“Yep.”
He clenched and released. “Do you like it?” Coy, was he?
“Very much. Hold yourself open like this.”
He reached back and spread himself wide while I took off my pants. My eyes pinned on the bull’s eye, I stroked myself lightly, only to tease and prolong the moment. Sometimes the gratification was all about the wait.
“Please, Lothair. I need it so bad.”
“Yeah? Poor empty hole. You’re wet?”
“So wet.”
“Show me.”
