Page 19 of Call Don't Fall

“I hadn’t even thought of that,” I said, blushing harder but already undoing my fly.

My wolf nuzzled against my ribs from inside his inner sanctum. For a moment, I imagined Kirk abandoning the food prep and crawling under the table to take me in his mouth.

“You smell so fucking good,” Kirk growled from the grill. “So fucking mateable.”

A moan of anticipation bubbled over my lips before I ever touched myself. His scent took over the kitchen, overpowering the chicken and the spices he’d rubbed all over it. I let out a long, slow breath and freed my cock from its fabric prison. I was rock-hard and need squeezed me to my core. Leaving the chicken tocook, Kirk turned around and leaned back on his elbows against the countertop. His tongue flicked out over his lips and my flesh gave rise to goosebumps as I retrieved the lotion.

Since he was watching, I didn’t just splatter it over my hand and get to work. I wanted him to like watching me. I wanted him to like everything about me. The magic of the true-mate response tugged at me again. It took all my self-control not to toss the bottle aside and sprint across the kitchen and back into his arms. In his arms is where I wanted to spend the rest of forever – however long that turned out to be.

After rolling the lotion bottle between my hands to warm it up a bit, I drizzled it in thick white lines over my dick. Only then did I wrap my fingers around my shaft. I took my time, placing them down one by one. Kirk’s eyes followed my fingers as they went down and squeezed. A moan bubbled over my lips as I slid my fist down and met his gaze. Being around Kirk made me braver and more brazen than I usually was. He licked his lips again as I fell into the familiar rhythm of pleasing myself. Kirk watched intently, his scent growing more aroused the more I stroked. His dick was hard now too, and I stared at the outline of it through his pants.

He turned away only to flip the chicken breasts over and then he faced me again. With his eyes on me, I squeezed hard and stroked slowly for as long as I could stand it, wanting to give him as much of a show as I could manage. Still, too soon my balls drew up close to my body and my dick shook in my hand. I was close. Oh-so-fucking-close!

“Don’t cum until I say,” Kirk said from across the kitchen.

I whimpered. I couldn’t help it. I was close and needy. If any past lover had said such a thing I would’ve laughed, but this was Kirk and everything inside me wanted to make him happy. Maybe it was the true-mate response magic or maybe I was just that damn into the guy and horny. Either way, I was going to domy best to hold back until he said to let go of all the pressure building up inside me.

I slowed down my strokes to give myself a fighting chance. I whimpered again, struggling to hold back. My hips ached to buck up and send my dick through my fist fast and hard.

“Do I have to keep stroking, alpha?” I asked, the words coming out in a growl.

“Just hold onto yourself while I tend to the chicken,” he said, his voice level but his eyes hungry.

“Huh?” I blinked and then whimpered again.

All the stress had to go somewhere as I held my dick in my hand, doing my best not to squirm around or stroke myself while Kirk checked the food. He was so fucking perfect. He was everything a wolf could want in a mate, and he was driving me fucking crazy! Every atom inside me begged for release but I held tight and waited, drawing out the moment that pleasure would explode from me. Kirk took his time, teasing me like an asshole while my toes curled beggingly into the floor.

“How are you feeling, mate?” Kirk asked, not glancing back at me.

“I really need to cum,” I said, barely holding back another whimper.

“I know and you’re being such a good boy and not cumming yet,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You’re so fucking beautiful right now.”

“You’re not even looking at me,” I whined, growing needier by the second.

“I know but I don’t need to. I’ve seen all of you,” he said, turning back around and resuming his spot in front of the counter.

“Can I yet?” I asked.

“Can you what, mate?” he asked, his eyes darkening with desire.

“Can I?” I barked out the words, frustration growing in my belly.

“Can you what?” he asked, pushing himself away from the counter and taking a step closer to where I sat at the table.

“Can I cum?” I asked.

“No,” he shook his head, “but you can stroke yourself some more.”

He climbed up onto the table and sat down with the heels of his bare feet on my thighs. From his vantage point, he had a clear view of my fist pumping over my dick.

“You’re so slick,” he said, licking his lips. “I can smell it all over the house.”

“Hard too and so close,” I nodded, praying he’d say yes soon.

I gripped the edge of the table with my free hand and tried to think about anything in the universe that wasn’t sexy but every thought that crossed my mind led back to Kirk. His broad chest and muscular arms, his long, thick cock in my mouth – then a premonition of how it might feel to lower myself down on him and consume him inside of me. I bit my lip and pulled back. I was close – too fucking close – to keep hanging on like this.

“Can I cum now?” I begged, my voice rising an octave in need.

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