Page 37 of Roguefinder

He faced forward and walked faster.

We made it to the bedroom doorway before I caught him by the back of the neck and steered him inside. He went easily, his breathing uneven, and I kicked the door shut behind us.

The bedroom was washed in afternoon light, golden sunbeams throwing stripes across bedding the same midnight blue as the chairs.

“Strip and wait on the bed,” I said, releasing Caleb before my control snapped. He stopped at the footboard and turned, chest heaving and the upper half of his cock peeking above his waistband.

I pulled off my shirt as I headed for the bathroom. “When I come out, I want your legs spread and your arms above your head. Keep your hands off your dick.” I paused in the bathroom doorway long enough to look at him. “Don’t disappoint me.”

“I won’t,” he croaked.

In the bathroom, a glance in the mirror showed my eyes burned bright gold, my wolf swimming in my irises. I showered quickly, grabbed the lube I’d stashed in my toiletry bag, and returned naked to the bedroom.

Caleb lay in the center of the bed, his big, golden body nude against the white sheets. He was stretched and spread as I’d ordered, his pits exposed and his nipples taut in the bedroom’s cool air. His legs were sprawled wide, and the sheets under his ass were rumpled as if he’d been restless while he waited. His cock lay thick and swollen on his stomach, the slit shiny with precum. More glistening arousal smeared his abs.

“Did you touch yourself?” I asked.

He darted a look at my erection. “No, sir. Not once.”

“I planned on taking my time with you,” I said, drizzling lube into my hand as I walked toward the bed. I tossed the bottle onto the mattress and slicked my shaft.

Caleb shifted his hips. His eyes were the azure of his wolf, the look in them pleading.

I worked my fist up and down my cock as I rounded the footboard and stood over him. “I was going to draw this out, pup. Make you wait for this dick you love so much.”

His throat bobbed. “Jesse⁠—”

“But I can’t.” I climbed onto the bed and knelt between his thighs. “You’re too damn charming. So pretty and charming for me, college boy. A big, slutty jock in my bed ready to beg for it. How can I wait?”

“Don’t,” he blurted. He pulled a leg higher, his heel dragging on the sheets, and his cock twitched against his abs. “Don’t wait. Fuck me, Jesse.”

“When I’m ready.”

His groan was more of a growl as he lifted his head and let it thump hard against the pillows. “You just said you couldn’t wait.”

I reached down and gave my dick another leisurely stroke. “I said I couldn’t wait. I didn’t say anything about you.”

He opened his mouth, then clamped it shut, apparently deciding that argument would only earn him more frustration.

Laughing softly, I leaned over him and licked a broad stripe up his armpit.

He jerked beneath me, his sharp inhale loud in my ear. His fingers brushed my shoulder.

Rearing up, I seized his wrist and pressed it above his head next to the other one. “Keep your hands where I told you to put them.”

“Sorry,” he breathed, blue eyes wide. “I’m sorry, sir.”

I bent and pressed my face to his pit, breathing in salt and the first hint of sweat. His heart rate kicked higher, and cotton rustled as he turned his head and watched me.

“Please…” he whispered.

I licked a slow, deliberate path across the hollow, tasting the cedar that had started out mine and become ours.

Caleb shuddered. “Jesse…”

Ignoring him, I licked and sucked, pausing every couple of seconds for another hit of his scent. A glance down showed his cock leaking steadily against his abs, the small puddle of precum glistening on his golden skin.

“Little whore,” I murmured. “Say it.”