“Y-you…” When those powerful arms pulled him against the divine-smelling broad chest, the scent of arousal filling his nose, his overheated body fell into a tailspin, and he couldn’t form another word. All he could do was whimper at the show of strength being manhandled like he weighed no more than a tiny omega.
Therefore, he wasn’t surprised when there was a ripping sound, then the metal pin from his fly rattling off wood was drowned out by the groan Ian released as his cock became free of his broken zipper. He looked like an eager badger, his hard shaft pushing free of the confines of his jeans, waving here comes the puppet master.
Ian, when he had time to think back on this moment, wasn’t sure if he’d be mortified or impressed.
When Rick kicked the door shut, the cracking sound of it hitting the frame caused a violent shudder to run through him as they were finally alone behind a closed door.
Their gazes locked, chests heaving as they stood in the entryway, the electricity between them sparked a storm. He barely had time to exhale a shuddery breath when his lips were captured in a hungry kiss. Starved, it was all Ian could think, he’d been starved and now Rick was feeding him. The sexy grunts, moans, and whimpers made things very hazy. Ian’s doubts and concerns melted under the intensity of the onslaught that was his mate’s mouth devouring his. The kisses fried his brain cells.
He didn’t need them when he had this desire fueled kiss. Full lips moved over his, a tongue teasing and dipping into his mouth, fucking it slowly. Small sensual slides in and out, sweeping around his tongue before sucking it like a dick.
Fuck, he was good at that, all Ian could do was hang on for the ride. They swallowed each other’s moans as their tongues slid in an erotic dance. His hands slid into Rick’s thick, silky hair dragging him closer. Needing more. Wanting everything at once.
Rick changed the angle of the kiss, and Ian moaned low, trying to find some way to get some friction on his cock, sure he was going to combust.
He grappled and tugged at Rick’s shirt, needing to touch skin, to see what was beneath the clothes. “Naked,” he panted against the lush lips, “I need you naked, please.”
Was he whining? Possibly. He was past caring when he felt them moving, and that could only mean a bed, or any flat surface. Heck, it didn’t need to be flat, they could do it right here, he didn’t care as long as he got to touch all the muscles, he could feel flexing beneath the clothes.
They landed on a mattress, Rick rolling to take the brunt of the impact, Ian lay sprawled over his body. Their size made it the most delicious feeling, there was nothing small about Rick. Their mouths never so much as parted and he drank up each frantic grunt and groan that came with the sound of tearing, hands grappling as they rolled around on a bed that smelled like heaven to Ian. His mate’s peachy scent surrounded him as hands roamed over his hot, sweaty skin as Rick tore off his clothes.
Ian’s arms were imprisoned in the sleeves of his button-down as Rick pushed it down, then stopped to nuzzle his way to the corner of his mouth. He didn’t feel powerless; he felt alive even though he couldn’t move because of the way Rick used his lower body to pin him. Fuck, it was hot.
Rick licked a path down the side of his throat, teeth grazing the fast-beating pulse at the junction of his neck and shoulder. “You smell so good. Want to taste all of you so bad, but my bear is being testy and wants to bite first. Claim you,” he rasped like a thirsty man.
Ian’s reply was to tilt his head, offering himself, then his eyes rolled in his head as those sharp teeth pressed into his flesh when he pushed into the touch, saying without words he wanted it. He didn’t care what order they did things; he just wanted everything.
Rick groaned and pressed his stomach against Ian’s pulsing shaft. It wasn’t going to take much to come again. “I love how responsive you are,” he moaned, when Ian cried out at teeth sinking into his flesh.
He arched up, his hands clinging to the broad shoulders, his fingers digging in, eyelashes fluttering, coming in hot gushing spurts, soaking his boxer briefs and Rick’s lower abdomen.
His cock didn’t soften as Rick sucked on his throat, the pinch of pain adding to the pleasure. When he finally retracted his teeth, Rick licked over the large bite mark, moaning. “You are fucking delicious.”
The blush would be barely noticeable with how hot he felt at the compliment. He peeked at Rick as the bear slid down Ian’s body, skin sliding on silky skin, he’d expected hair but wasn’t disappointed with how those smooth dips and grooves rippled as Rick moved. If that wasn’t enough to keep him hard, when Rick buried his nose against Ian’s come covered groin and inhaled deeply, Ian thought he might float away.
Oh, to the heavens!
No one had ever done that to him before. He watched—his arms he could have released, but he left them the way Rick wanted them, trapped by his shirt sleeves—as Rick met his gaze, then slowly peeled his boxer briefs away and ran his tongue over the crown of his sticky cock. “Taste good here too. I wonder where else you taste good?”
Ian’s mouth was too dry to answer as he was flipped onto his stomach, his pants pulled down his legs along with his jeans, and his boots clunked to the floor.
A finger stroked down the crack of his ass and tapped at his hole, making him moan like a complete slut and squeeze at the tingling. “So beautiful, your ass is just fucking gorgeous. I knew it would be. Now let’s see if it’s as tasty as the rest of you.”
Was he…
Ohhhh fuck! Ian writhed on the bed in pleasure, pushing back into the mouth that was dining on him like a five-star meal. The tongue sliding around his hole, teasing, jabbing at the center before he eased inside, blew Ian’s mind when he widened and stretched his hole. It had been a while, andthe burn was welcome when Ian was already imagining how it was going to feel when Rick fucked him hard and fast.
He jabbered nonsense, moaned, tugging off his shirt as it clung and prevented him from clawing the covers. Looking for purchase, he came up onto his knees so he could fuck himself on Rick’s tongue and the finger he was currently sliding in beside it.
One finger became two, then three, the tongue helping with the glide. He heard something fall in the distance, but couldn’t get his brain to figure out what it was.
He groaned at the loss of the delightful tongue and fingers feeling so empty until cool lube drizzled down over his pulsing hole. “Such a hungry hole,” Rick rasped as he pushed the lube into his ass.
It squelched as Ian squeezed to hold on, wanting more, moaning at the pleasure that came with the easy glide.
“Gonna fuck you so good, and I want you to bite me at the same time.”
Ian couldn’t get his limbs to obey him and move. But it was all good because next thing, Rick flipped him back over and he stared at flushed skin and slick, puffy lips, and eyes heavy with desire. Yet hisanimal lurked there when he growled, “Hold on to your thighs for me.”
