Page 64 of Tracking Wolfe

“Have you ever⁠—?”

“Yes! God, yes. Plenty. Yes.”

I bit back a laugh. “Okay, Casanova. Not sure I needed such an enthusiastic response to that one.”

He inhaled noisily and then blew it out before meeting my eyes. “I went through an app phase, okay? A few years ago. Tried out a bunch of stuff. To see what I liked.”

I hated hearing that. Not because I didn’t respect his right to hook up with whoever he wanted, but because I knew what those hookups could be like. Impersonal. Transactional. The kind of interaction that wasn’t likely to give Wolfe the consideration he deserved.

I reached for his cock before pulling gently. “And how’d that go? You discovered you liked bottoming?”

His pupils were large, and his breathing had become shallow. “Huh? Oh, fuck, do that again. Fuck.”

“Answer me, beautiful,” I murmured, dropping a kiss along his jaw.

He blinked, trying to remember the question. “N-not exactly. I mostly topped.”

I pulled back and frowned. “But I thought you said you wanted⁠—”

“Can we not talk about this? It’s kind of distracting.”

I moved my hand lower, skimming across his balls to his inner thigh and teasing the skin there with light fingertips. “Yeah, no. We’re going to talk about it. If you like topping, why do you want to bottom for me tonight? Because you think that’s what I want?”

“N-no. Just…” He arched back when I brushed my thumb along the crease of his thigh. “Fuck! Just because.”

I leaned in and sucked on his earlobe. “Because why?”

He hissed. “Because the one time I tried it, it wasn’t like I imagined. Okay?”

“No? The guy wasn’t good? Didn’t prep you? Didn’t make you want it?” Then I had a darker thought. “Did he hurt you, Wolfe?”

“No. Jesus. Nothing like that. He tried. Prep was fine. I just…” He bit his bottom lip and looked away.

I moved my hand to his jaw, forcing him to look at me. “Just?”

“Fuck!” He closed his eyes. “I couldn’t get into it because I wished he was…”

He stopped abruptly and swallowed hard. We stared at each other as the unspoken you rang out in the quiet space.

My heart thundered. “Oh,” I said softly.

“Yeah, so.” Wolfe’s shoulder moved against me in a small shrug.

“No pressure?” I teased before leaning in to kiss his lips. Tenderly, at first, but then Wolfe’s hand grabbed the back of my head, tangling my hair into his fist, and I suddenly wanted to devour him.

The physical connection between us was straight fucking fire, unlike anything I’d experienced before.

Which was impossible, really. And super fucking confusing.

When he began to rut up into my stomach, I forced myself to pull away from the kiss. “I get tested regularly, so I’m good to go bare. But only if you⁠—”

“Yes!” He pulled back to give me a fierce look that left no room for doubt. “Fuck yes, Trace. Please.”

I grinned at him before reaching down to slide a fingertip inside the tight heat of his body. His cock jerked up from his belly, reassuring me he was plenty happy with the way things were proceeding. Which was honestly all I needed to know right now.

I drew his nipple into my mouth, holding it with my tongue and sucking gently. Wolfe’s long fingers moved through my hair as his body curled closer to me.

“Don’t stop,” he murmured. “Please.”