Page 51 of Coyote

His hand wrapped around his cock.

I caught it. "No."

His head came up. "No?"

"Let me."

I stroked him while he rode me, and his lips fell open on a gasp. His body tightened around my cock so hard I almost came.

"Look at me," he said. "No closing your eyes."

"I won't."

"Good."

He leaned over me, one hand braced beside my head. His hair fell around our faces and shut out the rest of the cave.

"I want you to fill me," he said. "Right where you are. All of it."

He ground down hard enough that I said fuck into his hair and he laughed at me for it. "Breed me, big man."

That broke whatever I had left. I came inside him with little one caught behind my teeth. My body locked beneath him, hips straining up against his weight, and Coyote stayed seated through all of it and took every pulse.

When the last of it left me, he rolled his hips once more, and I almost sobbed.

Coyote smiled. "There you go. All mine."

He was still hard in my hand. I rolled his balls in my palm, and he cursed, so I did it again and stroked him faster. His thighs shook and his body clenched around my softening cock, dragging another helpless groan out of me.

He bent until his forehead touched mine, letting out a little whine before his cock pulsed and hot cum striped across my stomach and chest. His teeth caught my shoulder hard enough to break the skin, and he growled through the last of it.

After, he stayed where he was. My cock was still inside him, soft now, sore enough that every shift of his hips hurt in a way I wanted. His ear rested over my heart. Nothing about him was small. Teeth, knives, noise.

All of it mine.

His fingers twisted in my chest hair. "Tomorrow." His mouth moved against my chest.

"What about it?"

"I'm asking again."

I smiled into his hair. "Ask me when it gets here."

He bit my chest lightly and I closed my eyes.

I dreamed about the hospital.

Little John lay behind glass at the end of a dark hallway, an oxygen mask covering half his face. The monitor beside him screamed, and I knew I needed to get to him, but every door I opened led somewhere else.

I threw open another door on a set of stairs. Coyote stood at the bottom with blood running down his throat. I tried to reach him, but there was a thick pane of glass in the way.

Something moved behind me and I turned, swinging a big fist at whatever had been hunting me.

I came awake swinging. My fist was drawn back over Coyote's face, ready to come down full force. He lay beneath me with both hands raised between us, his body rigid, eyes open, breathing fast.

His raised hands cleared the rest of the dream out of my head.

I threw myself backward. Pain tore across my ribs, but I barely felt it. "Jesus Christ!" My back hit the cave wall. "Did I hit you?"