"That's okay. And I know. I talked it over with the guys. I feel so selfish."
That made absolutely no sense. "How are you selfish?" There wasn't an angle a person could stand to look at Hollister and see a man who thought only of himself first. He was confident, and he voiced his needs, but he was anything but selfish.
"Because you all had this pocket of joy. The relationships that you all have with each other, I mean. It isn't like I don't have friends. But what you all have is something special. And I wanted to be a part of it. I want to have a part of you inside me."
"You already do, pet."
He settled his finger against my lips. "Don't say your heart," he teased.
"Well, I guess I should say you will."
Hollister grinned, understanding what I meant immediately. He pushed off me, and though I should've had no problem snagging him before he made it, I'd been so distracted with the blood rushing to my dick, he was already on his feet. He spun, running down the hallway, laughing his head off with every step.
"You'll have to find me first!" he yelled over his shoulder.
The kindest thing would've been to remind him that I had super senses and would've been able to track him with my eyes closed, but since my reward was getting my dick where it wanted to be most, I didn't.
I should have indulged him, made it seem like finding him would be at all difficult. But as long as I knew that when I found him, I'd be able to finally touch him without barriers, there would be no slowing down or drawing this out. I sprinted down the hallway reaching Hollister's position just as he opened the door to the bedroom. I caught him, pushing off the ground as I lifted him and landed us both on the bed.
Hollister squealed as his hands scrambled for my clothing. He ripped open the two sides of my shirt, flinging buttons in the air as he did. His lips found my nipples, and he bit down.
I hissed, my dick twitching in the next second. "You're a wild animal," I growled, realizing the irony of my statement.
"Takes one to know one," Hollister replied, reaching for the button of my pants.
He managed to free my dick before I picked him up, spinning him around so that he was on his hands and knees, straddling my body while his head hung somewhere between his legs. I gripped the waist of his pants and pulled them down slowly, revealing his smooth ass.
"How is a man supposed to be sane with this waiting for them?" I pulled his cheeks apart reverently. Hollister was a gift that never stopped giving. His pucker winked at me as my pet moaned, sending hot air across my erection.
At the same time my tongue flicked out, finding his sweet center, Hollister opened his mouth and lowered his head. He took me entirely, all at once, not stopping until his breath came in sharp whooshes and his nose was buried between my balls.
My cock jerked, spurting precum in Hollister's waiting mouth.
Enjoying the feast before me at the same time Hollister's lips were around my dick brought out the most basic of my urges. But I didn't just want to fuck Hollister, though I did plan to rut against him. The end result was still my dick, uncovered and sinking deep into his sweet heat.
Hollister hummed before the sound was cut off by my dick sliding down his throat. I longed to see his round eyes looking up at me, but getting to dine on his ass was no consolation prize.
I flexed my tongue, turning it rigid before spearing his tight ring.
Hollister's howl was muffled, but there was no mistaking the desperate way his hands kneaded my thighs. His frantic sounds continued as I bobbed my head, fucking his hole with my tongue in the same way I would be with my cock.
He grabbed my balls, fondling the heavy sack. It was clear Hollister wanted this to be a race, but he forgot one thing. He was my pet, and I knew exactly how he liked being scratched. I continued to plunder his hole as I reached around, barely touching Hollister's cock when he threw his head back and howled.
"Fuck yes. Aver! Fuck me with your tongue. I'm so fucking close."
I grinned; my sweet mate had such a filthy mouth. But usually only when I had him where I wanted and was doing what I wanted to his body. Unfortunately for him, I didn't want his orgasm coming and taking off the edge. I had no doubt Hollister would be ready for round two almost immediately after, but I wanted him dancing that line of desire so that when he finally did plunge, we fell together.
Removing my hand prompted Hollister to let out a string of curse words so filthy, I didn't dare repeated a single word in polite company.
"Tsk, tsk, that's a dirty mouth. I might need to wash it out."
Hollister looked over his shoulder. "As long as you wash it with your cum, mate."
Any restraint I still possessed evaporated against the heat of passion that one word stoked inside me. I'd heard the others address each other that way, never thinking I'd ever be able to do the same. I hadn't dwelled on it, accepting that as my cross to bear. It took Hollister to show me I had more than support to offer someone.
I'd had to become worthy of the title of mate before I could be called a mate. And now that I had my other half, it was time to show him just what the word could mean.
I sat up, lifting Hollister from his position and spinning him around so he straddled my dick. I held his ass suspended in the air, tantalizingly close to the tip of my cock. "The lube," I growled, using the last of my control to make sure Hollister wouldn't be hurt. "Grab it."
Hollister didn't need to be told twice. He stretched to the side since I wouldn't let his bottom half move in any direction that took his ass farther away.
My desire boiled, gathering strength the longer I remained outside of his body. And even though Hollister was moving as fast as he could, I was too impatient to feel him without anything separating us. I took the bottle away, tossing it to the other side of the bed as I lifted Hollister by the hips and brought him down, plunging my dick to the hilt.
Sitting up like I was, Hollister could hug my neck, holding on as I brought his body back down.
Up and down, I lifted and let him drop, delving so deep inside him I knew he'd feel me there the next day. That thought made me smile, not for any discomfort Hollister might feel, but the reminder he'd have of this night, this moment.
I knew I'd never forget how good his body felt, how hot his channel was, or how tightly his inner muscles clung to me.
"You're mine, Hollister. Forever," I snarled, setting a pace that would be brutal for any other man. But any other man wasn't Hollister. There wasn't a thing I could throw at him that he couldn't handle. And if there was, he would tell me. Knowing that gave me the freedom to make love to Hollister without reservations. He didn't need coddling from my desire. In fact, if I tried, he'd likely call me a few choice words.
"Yes, Aver! Fill me up! Please!" That was a rare, non-expletive filled request that I had no intention of denying.
I'd known this would be quick, but we had the rest of our lives to have every other kind of sex. My fingers never loosened as I brought Hollister up and then back down with a roar.
Hollister climaxed, his head back as he howled and rotated his lips. Cum shot from his dick in a beautiful arch.
At the same time, my balls tightened. Pulse after pulse shot from me, and it didn't stop. I'd never come so long or so much in my life, but when I was finished, I was still hard as Hollister collapsed, trembling against my chest.