Page 23 of Stealing His Human

The noise went straight to Nedrick’s cock, and he adjusted his stance to make certain his lengthening dick didn’t brush up against his mate’s ass. He certainly didn’t want to freak the guy out. Nedrick knew he’d have to have a conversation with his mate about man-love, but now sure as hell wasn’t the time.

“That’s the way, Brett,” Nedrick encouraged huskily. “Just relax and enjoy.” Once Nedrick felt certain he’d worked through Brett’s hair enough, he murmured, “Tip your head forward.”

To help, Nedrick cradled Brett’s nape with one hand and urged his mate’s lolling head forward. With a sigh, Brett obeyed. Nedrick began threading his fingers through Brett’s hair, rinsing the suds. When they were mostly out, he grabbed the spray handle and lifted it down. Moving it around his mate’s head, Nedrick made certain he got the rest of the soap out.

Nedrick returned the nozzle to the cradle, grabbed the conditioner, and gave Brett the same treatment with that.

Once finished with that, Nedrick grabbed the body wash. He debated using a loofah but then decided to skip it. Nedrick wanted to massage the soap into every inch of Brett’s skin with his hands.

Squirting a massive dollop onto his right palm, Nedrick again worked up a lather. He hesitated only a second before resting his hands on Brett’s shoulders. Easing his palms up Brett’s neck, Nedrick began working behind his ears gently with his fingertips while massaging his spine with his thumbs. Slowly, he began working his way down.

When Nedrick reached between his shoulder blades, Brett let out a deep groan. His mate pressed into his fingers, and he realized he’d found a tense spot. Focusing there, Nedrick took a few minutes to work out the knots.

“H-Holy fuck,” Brett mumbled before grunting softly. He softly slurred his words as he murmured, “S’good.”

Nedrick grinned broadly even as he ignored his twitching shaft. He loved that he’d pleased his mate and couldn’t wait to do even more. Once Nedrick felt the tension leave Brett’s body and he let out a deep sigh, he moved on to finish his back, pausing when he reached the top of his mate’s ass.

No need to freak him out.

Reapplying soap as needed, Nedrick moved on to Brett’s arms. After that, he massaged under his pits, grinning when Brett chuckled and twitched, revealing that he was ticklish. Then Nedrick reached around Brett’s front and worked his way down his mate’s chest. He took note of any reactions indicating hot spots—like when he hissed while Nedrick swiped his thumbs over his nipples or how Brett shivered when Nedrick skimmed his fingers along the grooves of his hip.

Bypassing Brett’s groin for the moment, Nedrick knelt on one knee and began working down his right leg. He even went so far as to urge his mate to lift his foot so he could massage the arch and ball of his foot and work between his toes. Then he started up the other side.

Brett chuckled softly before muttering, “You’re thorough.”

“Mmm-hmmm,” Nedrick confirmed, grinning. “You wanted clean, and I’m happy to help with that.”

Finally, Nedrick once again reached Brett’s ass, and he didn’t bypass it that time. He gripped the globes and massaged them. When Nedrick skimmed his soapy thumbs down his human’s trench, he heard Brett hiss. He felt him tense, so he didn’t linger. Instead, he reached between his mate’s legs to cradle his balls and fondle them gently, earning him a bark of surprise, the sound full of pleasure from the man.

Grinning, Nedrick reached around and gripped Brett’s dick. Smug satisfaction filled him when he found it standing proudly, thick and swollen. His mouth watered as he gave it another slow tug.

“Can I suck you, Brett?” Nedrick asked huskily, licking his lips. His body thrummed with his need, and he knew his mate would taste divine. “Can I bury your cock in my throat and taste you?”

Brett groaned, a tremble working through him. “Yesss,” he hissed. “Yes, please.”

Eager to do just that, Nedrick helped Brett pivot. “Sit,” he encouraged.

Seeing the tremble in his mate’s legs, Nedrick gripped his lover’s hips to help him ease onto the bench seat. Brett’s erection stood proudly before him—a red swollen shaft of maybe seven inches or so with a girth that would make the perfect mouthful. Nedrick skimmed the backs of his forefingers up Brett’s shaft, making it twitch before him as he licked his lips. Meeting Brett’s heavy-lidded gaze, taking in his wide chest as he heaved each breath, Nedrick pinned him with a feral smile.

“Beautiful.”

“Me or my dick?” Brett asked huskily.

Chuckling deeply, Nedrick replied, “Both.”

Nedrick didn’t wait for a response. Pushing between his mate’s knees, he bent forward and swallowed his human’s cock to the root. He buried his nose in Brett’s wet pubes and inhaled his mate’s clean, fresh, masculine aroma.

The bark of pleasure that erupted from Brett’s throat was music to Nedrick’s ears. The way his mate threaded the fingers of his good hand in his hair and tugged sent a burst of tingles to his groin. When Nedrick swallowed around Brett’s crown where it was lodged in his throat, his mate let out a guttural growl, and his own balls began to pull tight.

He knew neither of them were going to last long, and he didn’t have one problem with that. Not one problem at all.

Moving his free hand to Brett’s balls, recalling how he liked them squeezed, Nedrick did just that. At the same time, he sucked partway up his shaft and tickled his frenulum with the tip of his tongue. Then he swiped over Brett’s circumcised cock head, pushing into his slit.

“Ned, fuck!”

Brett’s hips bucked up, and Nedrick went with it. He allowed his mate to bury his cock in the back of his throat, and he swallowed around it. When Brett’s butt returned to the bench, Nedrick followed him down.

His body shuddering, Brett roared Nedrick’s name again as his cock pulsed in his mouth.

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