Page 104 of Worlds Collide

His cock is as hard as he said it would be, and instead of going in with caution, I lick greedily from his balls to his leaking tip and then take as much as I can into my mouth. It feels so much bigger once it’s actually inside me, and I understand that I might’ve bitten off more than I can chew—metaphorically of course because,ouch.

“CJ!” Wolf shouts in surprise and admonishment. “Jesus, fuck,you have to go slower.” I pull up just as fast and look at him with as much determination as I possibly can.

“I’m not waiting patiently for you to tell me I can’t suck you off again. Now lie back down and let me figure this out dammit because like it or not you’re coming down my throat.”

He sucks both lips into his mouth and I roll my eyes at his obvious amusement, then decide that he won’t be laughing at all when I give him better head than he’s ever had.

I go in again, this time being more conservative, and I swirl my tongue around before sucking. Wolf groans low and long and that’s all the encouragement I need to lift my gaze. He’s gotten stronger over the last year and his abs show it. His shoulder muscles bunch and release with each breath, and when his eyes land squarely on mine, I instinctively suck harder.

That’s not going to do it though, I know it well, so I circle the base of his dick with one hand and reach under my chin for his balls, pull slightly, and again I get the reaction I wanted.

“That’s fucking perfect, little rich boy,” Wolf growls through gritted teeth. “Keep doing that.” His voice is more breathy then and it sounds more like a plea than the demand it is. I like that, a lot.

I find a rhythm with both hands and my mouth, and when I do find it, I realize I need to touch myself too. That’s what I want this time to be like. I want to come when he does, so I let go of his balls and reach down, get myself out quickly and stroke myself hard and fast to catch up.

Wolf trails a hand down his torso slowly, his gray eyes still firmly on mine, when he bites his bottom lip he reaches my face and cups my cheek just for a moment, then reaches down and pulls down on his balls himself.

“Yes,” he hisses, and his mouth goes slack as soon as the first burst of his come splashes against my tongue. I swallow as fast as Ican but lose my focus completely when my orgasm hits me like a tsunami. I don’t know what it is about Wolf that makes me half black out when I come with him, but the next thing I know, I’m lying on top of him, panting against his left pec, and he’s combing his fingers through my hair.

I stare at the perfect skin of his torso and explore every ridge with my hands.

“I’ve always wondered why you don’t have any tattoos,” I muse out loud.

“I’m scared of needles,” he says matter-of-factly.

“You are?” I’m really surprised, and I would sit up and stare at him if I had the energy.

“Yes,” he says simply and keeps playing with my hair. “The night my father died they took Mom away right from our house, and Hawk and I were with a police officer in the ambulance. They started putting needles in him right away when he wouldn’t wake up, and then when we got to the hospital they did the same to me to calm me down.”

“Why did they have to calm you down?” I ask, scared of what he’s going to say.

“They took Birdie away as soon as we got to the ER, and I didn’t understand why they wouldn’t let me go with him to get the scans of his head. Now I understand that they had to x-ray my arm.” He pauses for a short moment and keeps speaking like it’s just a normal childhood memory—I suppose that for him it is. “I think I went a bit feral, so they injected me with something and I woke up hours later.

“Aunt Lyla was in France and she told us she got here as fast as she could, but I still woke up alone and didn’t know where Hawk was. He was in surgery. They had to... I can’t remember well but I think his brain was bleeding, like on the inside. So he had brainsurgery and they had to sedate me again because I wouldn’t stop fighting them.”

“Wolf,” I whisper. God, my heart breaks for him.

“It was okay the next time I woke up. Aunt Lyla was there and Hawk was in the bed next to mine. They even let me lie down with him while we waited for him to wake up. But yeah, ever since, I’m not a fan of needles. And honestly, the only thing I would ever tattoo on myself is a shell, for my mom, and that would totally ruin my badass rock-star reputation.”

I snort despite the sad conversation and finally turn, shaking my head at him. Then I just keep staring.

“You’re amazing,” I tell him, awe clear in my voice.

I play with the new necklace around his neck—it wasn’t there earlier today when he arrived at my place—and ask where he got it.

“Birdie gave it to me for my birthday.” It’s a cream, almost translucent shell about the size of a penny, and it’s held around his neck by a rough looking leather cord.

“It’s pretty,” I say since I don’t know what else I could possibly say in this scenario. He’s shared so much with me, and I’m beyond grateful. Even through the heavy emotions of the day I have a new sense that we’re going to be okay.

We’re going to make it through just fine.

THIRTY

WOLF

Wherever you go, I’ll follow.

Whatever you do, I’ll cheer.

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