Page 21 of Coyote

I slid my free hand up his back and into his wet hair.

His mouth hovered close to mine, wet and open. I wanted it around my cock. I wanted it on my mouth more than that.

He leaned in, resting his head on my shoulder. "What? You want something, big man?"

"Kiss me."

Coyote stilled. For all the certainty he'd carried into the room, that stopped him.

"I mean." My hand stopped on him. "If you don't want—"

He put a finger against my mouth. Then he took my face in both hands and kissed me. He came in too hard and our teeth knocked. He pulled back, adjusted, and tried again slower. I opened for him and let my eyes close.

His lips softened. His tongue touched mine, retreated, then came back when I followed. I tightened my hand around his cock and felt the sound he made against my mouth.

When he pulled back for air, I followed his mouth before I could stop myself. That almost broke me. Not my cock, not the sounds he'd dragged out of me. One kiss wasn't enough, and that was the part that got me.

His eyes met mine. Then he kissed me again, and I took all of it. My eyes started to sting. I kissed him deeper before he could notice.

He learned fast, and he learned on me. One hand slid into my beard. The other closed in my hair and held me where he wanted me. He caught my lower lip between his teeth, bit carefully, then licked over the place.

My hand kept working him. He rode my fist and rubbed himself against my cock, all of it wet and hot and close enough to ruin me.

"Little one," I said against his lips. "I'm going to finish if you keep doing that."

"Not yet." He ground down onto me and held there.

"Coyote."

"You make me come first." He caught my wrist and pushed my hand tighter around him. "You don't touch yourself. You don't come until I say. Understand?"

I got harder under him, and he felt it.

Coyote looked down between us and smiled. "Look at you. All that size, and you're waiting for me to tell you when you can come."

"Yeah."

"Say it properly."

"I don't come until you say."

"Good." He kissed me again.

I gave him everything he asked for. Harder when he pushed into my fist. Slower when his breathing caught. My thumb dragged over the head, and his thighs tightened around me.

"There." His nails dug into the back of my neck. "Don't stop. Feels so fucking good like that."

His hips started thrusting into my hand. His forehead dropped against mine, mouth open, every breath breaking warm across my lips.

"John."

I had never heard my name sound like that.

His cock pulsed in my fist, and he came with a rough groan, spilling hot over my fingers and across my stomach. His whole body tightened, then folded forward against me.

I kept my arms around him and let him ride it out against my chest.

When his breathing slowed, he lifted his head. "Good job," he said.