His pulse was pounding so hard he could feel it everywhere.
Walker arched his brow. “Only if I want to? Has anyone ever said no to you before?”
The adrenaline firing through Kota’s system made him too nervous and horny to lie. “More than you’d think.” That just made him sound like a whore. “Well, no, not like that. I mean, look, I’m a guy. I like—” His face collapsed when Walker started laughing. “I’m just saying I’m a lot better at…receiving than giving, so don’t set your expectations too high.”
God, why was he talking so much?
Walker kissed him again, still laughing.
“Where the hell did you even come from?” he asked against Kota’s lips, sounding fond, like he thought Kota was funny.
The softness in Walker’s voice hit him almost harder than the dirty talk might. Almost.
He assumed it was a rhetorical question since Walker swept his tongue back inside his mouth before he could answer. Kota was dragged back under the heady fog of lust rolling over him.
Walker smelled heavenly, like something spicy, a little earthy—a bit like tires and motor oil. He just smelled like a man, and Kota was drunk on the scent. It filled Kota’s lungs every time he breathed, dizzying and grounding all at once.
When Walker sat up again, Kota whined with displeasure until he picked up Kota’s legs, resting them against his chest as he lifted his lower half up off the mattress like he weighed nothing, repositioning him. Fuck, Kota loved being manhandled. Walker spread his legs once more, still holding him beneath his knees, looking his fill.
“You’re perfect,” he muttered.
“What?” Kota gasped before he could stop himself.
Walker ignored the question, slipping his hand into the pocket that was built into the wall on the side of the bunk, pulling out lube and a condom.
Kota’s mood sank like a lead balloon. “Do you do this often?” he mumbled, face growing red at the thought of Walker on top of some other guy…or girl.
Walker smirked, dropping the condom beside them on the mattress, then popping the top on the lube to spread it over two fingers. He leaned over Kota, propping his weight on one forearm as he dipped his head. “What’s wrong? Jealous?”
Kota hissed as cold, lubed fingers teased at his entrance, stealing his ability to respond. Walker’s lips crashed into Kota’s open mouth as he slipped two fingers past his rim. Kota cried out, his body resisting the sudden invasion, the burn bringing tears to his eyes.
“For someone who claimed to be easy, you’re pretty tight,” Walker grunted, fingers fully buried inside him.
“I also said most people find me annoying,” Kota retorted, blinking away the wetness clinging to his lashes.
The searing pain faded with each careful thrust of Walker’s thick fingers. He kissed Kota over and over again like an apology, like he would be content to just do that all night.
“I’m—I’m good,” Kota whispered. “You can…you know.”
Walker sat back on his haunches, wiping his fingers on the abandoned towel at the end of the bed. Kota’s mouth went dry as he took in Walker’s cock. He was definitely proportional. It was…daunting.
“Is this the part where I ask if it’s going to fit?” Kota joked faintly.
Walker smirked at him, rolling the condom on before stroking lube over his length. “Is this the part where I sexily tell you I’ll make it fit?”
Kota couldn’t stop the low groan that escaped.
When Walker was ready, he once more grabbed Kota’s hips, hauling him closer, arranging him how he wanted him. Once more, he picked up Kota’s leg, pressing it to his chest, turning to kiss his ankle.
Kota wasn’t making it out of this alive. He was already breathing heavily, his heart hammering behind his ribs, andWalker wasn’t even inside him yet. The blunt pressure at his entrance had his whole body tensing until Walker dragged his teeth along his calf. “Breathe for me, little squirrel.”
Kota let out a heavy breath like he was meditating and not about to get fucked by the sexiest man he’d ever seen up close. “O-okay.”
He tried to will his body to cooperate, hissing as the head of Walker’s cock finally pressed past that tight ring of muscle. He didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside him. He didn’t move right away, just looked down at Kota.
The look on his face had Kota’s neglected cock leaking all over his belly. He understood what Walker meant by prey. He felt like prey. His heart was racing, he was panting like he’d run a marathon, adrenaline and lust pumping through him in equal measure.
The more Walker studied him like a wolf might, the more Kota felt like the squirrel Walker claimed he was. That shouldn’t have turned him on, but it did.
