Page 18 of Call Don't Fall

“Fuck,” Kirk growled under his breath, stroking my ego.

One of his hands shifted from my shoulder and ran up my neck and cheek to tangle its fingers in my hair. I licked up and down his dick before finally sucking it into my mouth. The water rained down on us and Kirk shifted his hand to shield my eyes from the cascade of water droplets. I lost myself to the salty taste of his flesh pressed against my tongue. His hips rocked following my mouth as it slid up and down him. I caressed his hips, my hands sliding on his wet flesh as they circled around to grab the full muscular globes of his ass. He bucked forward and for a second, I couldn’t breathe. Then the pressure eased up as he pulled back. I gripped his ass for leverage as I pressed my tongue hard against the underside of his shaft and slid back up. Soon he twitched against my tongue, signaling that he was close. My wolf whimpered again. I was so hard and slick. I could feel my arousal pooling between my ass cheeks and dribbling onto my thighs as I sucked on Kirk.

He twitched against my tongue again and murmured my name drawing out the syllables. I’d never loved my name so much in my fucking life! He growled and thrust forward, spilling his warm, sticky seed onto my tongue. I swallowed down the proof of his pleasure and reveled in its salty taste. When he was milked dry, I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his belly right above his dick. He caressed my shoulders, touching me everywhere he could reach as if he couldn’t get enough of me either before pulling me to my feet. His hand found my dick again and stroked me fast and hard. I trembled as his fist pumped up and down until my seed spilled onto the shower floor mingling with the water. It didn’t take much to send me over the edge, but I was half-hard again before we made it out of the shower, both of us panting from all the happy post-orgasm chemicals barraging our brains.

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Usually, I had lunch while answering emails or sketching out concepts. Now I had to think about how the carbs and proteins in my food might balance out to affect my glucose levels. Overall, it made food a lot less appealing. Eventually, we settled on salad and grilled chicken. I wasn’t much of a cook. Okay, that’s not true. I cooked well enough. I just never liked the job. Thankfully, Kirk took over and settled into the kitchen like he had the bathroom. Also, thankfully, I hadn’t left a sink full of dirty dishes that could be found in my house half of the time before heading out to the Fall Festival.

“You can draw or whatever, if you want,” Kirk said over his shoulder.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re too nice?” I leaned back in my chair.

“No and you’re recovering. People are supposed to be nice to people when they get out of the hospital. It’s the kind thing todo. Would you prefer if I stomped around acting like an alpha-hole?”

“Not really. Just ---” I paused, choosing my words carefully because I wasn’t trying to insult him. “I just meant that you clean and cook and tell me to go have fun and---”

“Give you mind blowing orgasms? I hope that’s on the list,” he chuckled, turning back to the stove where he was seasoning chicken breasts.

“That too. Okay, Mr. Not Too Nice, tell me your biggest pet peeve and it can’t be something that everyone hates like assholes or some shit like that.”

“Let me think about it,” Kirk said.

“Thoughtful too?” I mock-groaned.

“What can I say? I’m a decent wolf,” he shrugged. “My most unreasonable pet peeve is probably people who baby talk their dogs. Not their puppies. Puppies I get but full-grown dogs. Like that dog is a full-grown ass adult and you’re treating him like he’s a toddler. Give the dog some dignity, man.”

“But what if the dog likes it?” I asked, stretching my legs out under the table.

“I guess that’s why I said it was my most unreasonable pet peeve. I don’t care how people talk to their birds, cats, fish or whatever but dogs are canines. We actually speak their language. So, it’s weird. It would be like me turning around, pinching your cheeks, calling you adorable and asking if you wanted a treat before lunch.”

“Depends on which cheeks you’re pinching whether or not I take offense to it and well, what the treat is,” I said, trying to ignore how slick I was.

“I spotted some strawberries in the fridge, if you’re peckish.”

“I think I’m prickish,” I laughed at my own joke and thankfully, so did my mate.

Kirk glanced over his shoulder at the tent pitched in my pants and smirked at me. Then he tossed a clean dish towel in my direction.

“What’s that for?” I snatched it out of the air.

“You can have a treat,” he said, his attention already back on the chicken breasts.

“Huh?”

“No need to sit there and be uncomfortable. Not like I haven’t seen what comes out of it already.”

“You want me to jack off while you cook?” I asked.

“Please and thank you,” Kirk said without looking at me.

“That’s your thing, huh?”

“You feeling good? Yeah,” he shrugged.

I blushed. I’d nearly swallowed his cock whole in the shower and the thought of playing with myself while he watched was enough to make me flush from the roots of my hair down the rest of my body. He grabbed a bottle of hand lotion from the sideboard where I left it instead of tucking it into my bag and tossed it to me. I caught it without thinking and set it on the table.

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean up the table if you make a mess.”

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