His cock strained the elastic on the boxer briefs, and he slid the tip of his finger around and around the exposed head of his dick.
Seth smiled. “Can I do that for you?”
“Very soon.”
He turned his back to the hunk on his bed and looked over his shoulder with a flutter of lashes. Good, he was paying strict attention. Lindsey placed his hands on the small of his own back, slid them into the tight teal briefs, and dragged them over his butt. Two quick twerks, then he slipped them to his feet, kicked with one foot, and they flew through the air and landed on a floor lamp.
Seth laughed. “I’m dyin’ over here. This may be more of a dance than I bargained for.”
Lindsey gazed over his shoulder. “If you don’t like the floor show, sir, we’ll refund your cover charge.”
Seth held up one hand—the other still gripped his cock. “No complaints. Not one.”
Still with his back to Seth, Lindsey pulled the scarf from his teeth and tied a strategic bow. As Babs sang something about being a woman in love, Lindsey raised one arm above his head, twirled on one foot, and presented his cock forward tied in a lavender silk scarf.
Seth sputtered. “I don’t know whether to laugh or come!”
Lindsey walked toward him, swinging his hips enough to make the big dog sway like a purple piñata in the wind. “Oh yes, coming is very much on tap.” He opened the bedside drawer, pulled out the economy-sized lube and a box of condoms, and tossed them on the bed.
“Plan on using it all?” Seth smiled, but his knuckles looked strained holding his cock in check.
“Considering how long it’s been since somebody was in my ass, we may need it all.”
Seth spread his legs, bent his knees, and propped up his hips. “Hey baby. No problem. My ass is your ass.”
Holy God, that invitation was almost more than he could take. “No, I’m the Number Three, remember. I’m going to post my way to heaven.”
Seth stretched out his legs. “Your steed awaits.”
God, his knees were shaking. Before he fell down, he crawled on the bed and crept toward Seth. The dangling scarf tickled his thighs. He smiled in invitation.
“Grandma, what big teeth you have.” Seth chuckled.
Hmm. Oddly close to home. “All the better to eat you with, my dear.” He pounced, opened wide, and swallowed himself some cop cock. Umm, Seth smelled like generic soap and turned-on man. Lindsey’s favorite aroma. And the taste? He licked. Salty. Lick. Musky. Lick. Divine.
A little rumble escaped through his stretched lips. Shhh. He opened his throat and took Seth’s dick straight to his tonsils.
“Holy shit! If you want that horse standing, man, you better quit that.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
Lindsey pulled back, sucking as he went. Okay, showtime. Would this work? How threatened would his wolf feel being penetrated? The last time he’d bottomed was before his shift, when he was brand-new to sex. God, he vaguely remembered loving it, but would Wolfy?
Seth patted the covers in front of him. “Back that beautiful bum up here and let me explore.”
Lindsey sat back on his heels. “Surely there’s a more decorous approach than backing up my butt.”
“But not more fun. Come on.” Seth slowly licked his lips.
Since he put it that way…. Lindsey dropped to his hands and knees and rotated so his ass pointed at Seth. Now what? Odd he had so little sexual experience.
Soft lips pressed against one cheek. My oh my, that seemed promising.
Seth gently kissed his way from one globe to the other and then nibbled at the top of Lindsey’s butt crack. Better and better.
Hmmm, airy. Seth spread Lindsey’s butt. He made an “ummm” sound. “Pretty.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Seth’s soft, wet tongue slipped between his butt cheeks and toyed around the edge of his hole. Never in his life had anyone done such a thing. Sex with his so-so humans was—mundane and unimaginative. He constantly checked himself so as not to go too far. He always topped in every situation. Not here. Not with Seth. Hot tears sprang behind his eyes and he dropped his head to the white, clean sheets. Oh God, it felt so good. Every nerve in his body must connect at his asshole. How had he never known?
Oh. Seth’s tongue pressed inside. Shocks of electricity zipped along Lindsey’s nerves to his balls, and his still-decorated cock bounced. Yes, all the wonder of having something—no, someone—inside him flooded back. Every shred of awareness focused right on that tongue’s passage—in an inch, almost out, in an inch. “Oh my.”
Seth chuckled but didn’t stop. Thank you, God.
Sadly, some wonders did actually cease. The soft wetness disappeared, to be replaced by cool and squishy, all in the right places. Seth inserted a finger covered in lube into Lindsey’s hole. Whew. He held his breath. Okay so far. Felt good, in fact. Another finger joined the first.
“You’re tight, sweetheart. You want to try this?”
Did he? “Yes.”
“Okay. You have the reins, so to speak. You are one hot piece of ass, and my cock is ready to pound nails, so stiffness should not be the problem.” He laughed.
Lindsey sat back and turned to find Seth rolling a condom on his very upright organ. He raised an eyebrow. “I’ve always dreamt of being a hot piece of ass.”
“Then your dreams have come true.” He held his hands out like they were surrounding two balls. “Firm and round and juicy. Delectable. I could eat you all day.”
Just so long as it wasn’t the other way around.
Seth juiced up the condom, then lay back, holding his cock sticking up like a flagpole of invitation. So this was it. Lindsey’s butt clenched, half fear and half longing.
He scooched over beside Seth, raised one leg over the flagpole and, perched on his knees, stared down at the first man in his life to really excite him. So scary and so worth it.
Seth’s cock bobbed against Lindsey’s back, leaving cold, wet dots of lube. Here goes. He got up on one foot, his leg bent, then onto the other in a squat. Just like riding a pony. His body might be more slender than he’d like, but his legs were powerful from riding, fencing, and karate. From wolfiness too, of course. He could stay in this posture all day.
Seth grinned. “What a sight.”
Lindsey looked down. His big cock stuck up between his legs and hugged his belly, pointing at him like a one-eyed snake. He chuckled. “He likes to watch.”
Using his thigh muscles, he raised his butt over the target and slid his hips into position until he felt the cool tip pressing against his pucker. He looked up at Seth. The man stared intently at the point of connection, his lips parted.
“Wait. I have an idea.” Lindsey leaped up and jumped off the bed.
“What the hell?”
Lindsey grabbed a hand mirror he kept for seeing the back of his hair from his dresser. He bounded back to the bed and hopped into his position again. “Where were we?”
“Uh, was that necessary?” The half grin quirked, but Seth’s eyes looked glassy. Lust!
“Yes, I like to watch too.” The view might keep Wolfy occupied. Lindsey repositioned Seth’s cock by feel, then held out the mirror so he could see the spot of conjoining and Seth’s enthralled face at the same time. “Ready? Set?”