Page 44 of The Golden Receiver

“Werewolf thing.” I would have explained more, but he leaned forward and began to kiss over my chest. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and I moaned. I did not need to talk to him about werewolf anatomy right now. Not when we were in the process of exploring one another’s anatomy. He sucked on my nipple, turning it into a hardened nub before flicking it with his tongue.

Heat unfurled in my chest and spread downward. Heat, or maybe just blood, because the touch was getting me hard. My jeans were starting to become uncomfortable, but I didn’t give a shit. I was too lost in the way Kieran moved to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment. I needed to be doing something. I ran my finger down his sculpted chest, down to the hem of his shorts, over the soft material. I palmed at the bulge growing there.

He moaned, sending vibrations through my chest. Oh, that felt good.

I slipped my hand under his shorts and grinned. “No underwear?” I teased.

“Wasn’t like I was expecting company,” he reminded me. His voice was muffled by my chest, and well, I didn’t mind that one bit. “Take off your pants.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “I’d take them off for you, but I’m bedridden, remember?”

“Thought it wasn’t that bad,” I teased him as I pulled my hand out of his shorts to unbutton my jeans. Because I might have been teasing him, but taking off my pants sounded like a really good idea. I pulled away from him completely before I kicked off my shoes. I pulled down my pants, leaving me in only a pair of black boxer briefs.

I hadn’t put them on thinking about this, but I knew they made my ass look great. So, no regrets.

I especially had no regrets when I saw the hungry look in his eyes. “Those too,” he told me, eyeing the fabric. “I want to see every part of you.”

I smiled as I tugged down my underwear and left them on the pile of clothing. I just hoped I could find them later. But if I couldn’t, I could freeball it up to my room. One good part about us living in the same building.

“Your turn,” I told him, looking down at his shorts. If I was going to be naked, I wanted him the same way. That, and I was a very greedy werewolf who wanted to see every inch of the other man. I had memories of him all spread out on my bed when I sucked him off that first time, but reality would always surpass memory.

He looked up at me. “Think I could use some help with that.”

I wasn’t sure if he was playing up his injury, but I was happy to oblige. I reached down and slid his shorts down his legs, unwrapping him like the world’s best birthday present.

The moment he was naked, I got back on the bed. He spread his legs, giving me room to slot myself between them. Our lips crashed together again, and I found the whole thing overwhelming. The feel of his skin against mine was electric. The slide of his cock against mine every time we moved sent fire racing through my body. The way his hands explored my bare flesh made me wish I wasn’t worrying about keeping as much weight off him as I could, because I wanted to explore too. I wanted to touch him, tease him, taste him. I wanted to drown myself in him.

When he wrapped his hand around both of our cocks the way he had that first time in the woods, that need grew hotter. I moaned into his mouth before pulling my lips away from his. I kissed along his neck, nipping and biting and sucking. Trying hard not to leave any marks on his soft skin, though I wanted to make a visible claim. Which I did not have the right to do, but it didn’t matter.

The more my lips moved along his flesh and the more his hand moved along our shafts, the more I craved. I didn’t just want hands or mouths or whatever other way we could think of getting each other off. I wanted him. I forced myself up to my knees, giving much needed space between us. Because otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to think, wouldn’t be able to tell him what I wanted. I’d be too lost in the sensation, which wasn’t a bad thing, but it wasn’t what I wanted today.

“Everything okay?” Kieran asked. I could hear the concern dripping from every syllable, and it only made me want this more. I don’t think anyone had ever sounded so concerned about me before. Not just in the bedroom, but anywhere.

I fought the urge to kiss him again. “Yeah,” I assured him instead. “I just…” I sucked in a deep breath. I could tell him what I wanted. What was the worst thing that happened? He wasn’t feeling up to it, and we went back to making out. We got each other off in ways we’d already done? He asked me to leave his room, and I was stuck jacking off in the shower in my room? Neither of those were things I couldn’t live with. “I want you.”

“Yeah?” he questioned. His lips twitched, and I saw that smile grow for half a second. Oh, that was so worth my discomfort.

I nodded. “Do you… uh… do you have supplies?”

“Desk drawer.” His answer came out fast. So fast that I was left with zero doubt that this was what we both wanted. I rolled off the bed and found a small bottle of lube and some condoms in the desk drawer. He reached out and took them from me when I got closer, putting them next to his laptop. Right within easy reach of the bed. “How?” he asked after they were put away. “I mean, do you want to fuck me? Do you want me to fuck you?”

I looked down at his ankle. I didn’t think he was going to be very comfortable topping on that ankle, and I didn’t have a strong preference either way. I wondered if he did. “Is there—do you have a preference?”

“You could ride me,” he suggested. The idea of riding his long cock was hot. I could imagine it. “Or…” I saw color rise to his cheeks. “Or you could fuck me. I’m not that picky.”

I laughed. “Let’s save you fucking me for a day you’re not hurt,” I suggested. Even with me riding him, he might be tempted to plant his foot on the mattress and thrust up. I didn’t want him to make his ankle worse just because we were getting lost in lust.

The moment he let out a noise of agreement, I was all over him. Our lips collided. Our tongues explored. I stopped worrying about crushing him and let myself touch him as much as I wanted. When I finally got too desperate for him, I reached for the lube. I slicked my fingers and began to open him up, taking in every noise he made. I studied his face for any sign of discomfort or any clue that he loved something I was doing.

My own cock was aching as I opened him up, but I ignored it. Drawing those noises from him was worth the wait, and it would just make the whole thing better when I finally buried myself in him.

Not that it took too long. Before long, he was practically pleading with me, trying to thrust up to take more of my fingers. The incoherent desperation was hotter than anything I could think of, and I couldn’t hold out any longer. I reached for the condom and ripped the foil open with my teeth. I slid it down over my length and positioned the head of my cock at his entrance.

“You sure?” I asked. I wasn’t sure how I’d survive if he said no, but I’d manage.

His response wasn’t verbal. His legs wrapped around me, pulling me in closer. If that wasn’t a yes, then I didn’t know what was.

I pushed into him slowly, inch by inch, pulling out before pushing in deeper. He was so hot and tight. I wanted to say screw the slow and steady approach and just bury myself into him, but I also needed this to be good for him. I didn’t know how this was going to end. Just like the first time I blew him, I didn’t know if this would be a one-time thing. If it was, I wanted to leave him with good memories.

And, okay, I wanted it to be so good that the idea of only hooking up once sounded like a nightmare to him.