Page 56 of Briggs
I smiled up at Briggs. “Nope. Are you ready to head home?”
Briggs tilted his head to the side. “Are you not?”
“Oh, I definitely am.” Briggs took my hand, and ten or so minutes later, we were home. “John?” I called out, wondering if my brother had somehow managed to get out of school and home early as well. That would so be our luck. When silence surrounded us, I looked up at Briggs and grinned. I squeaked when he suddenly swept me up into his arms and rushed up the stairs.
“I’d complain that I was too heavy, but I know I’m not.” I sighed as Briggs carried me up the stairs and then hurried down the hallway.
“You will never be too heavy,” he responded as he walked through our doorway. He kicked the door shut behind him and then gently placed me on the bed. Briggs held up a finger and rushed back to the door, locked it, and then came back to me. “Now we have an extra level of warning if a certain teenager should come home early.”
I couldn’t help it; I laughed. I had been mated for not quite two months now, and this was where we were. Sneaking home early to have sexy time because “our” teenager had basically become a cockblocker.
“What’s so funny?” Briggs asked as he reached for my shoes. He easily pulled them off, and then my socks were tossed over his shoulder.
“We’ve been together not even two months, and we have a teenager that is causing us to sneak home early for sexy times.”
Briggs’s smile was huge. “True, but he’ll be gone just in time for those two there to replace him in knocking on the door at the worst possible times.” Briggs grabbed my waistband and tugged. I hadn’t realized he’d grabbed my briefs with my pants until I was suddenly naked from the waist down. “No more talking. Only moaning,” he said as he crawled onto the bed and knelt above me. I gasped when his tongue licked from my balls to the tip of my cock. I was still mostly soft, but that started changingin a hurry with my mate’s amazing mouth on my dick. I did exactly as he’d said and moaned instead of talked. No words were needed. Briggs knew exactly what I liked and was an expert at making me come.
I continued to moan, grabbing the blanket under me on and off while Briggs sucked my cock in and out of his mouth, bringing me to the brink of coming in only moments. I would think it was pathetic that I came so quickly with him, except he loved it and often made it his sole mission to make me come as many times as possible before he finally couldn’t take it any longer and gave in to his own need. We weren’t there yet, but when I felt Briggs’s fingers slide behind my balls and circle around my slick opening before carefully pushing in, I knew his need for me was just as much as mine was for him.
“You feel so amazing,” Briggs said after he pulled his mouth from my cock. He knew I was close, and I was a bit surprised that he stopped. I wasn’t going to complain. I knew he’d make me soar—he always did. “I regret I got carried away,” he said as he carefully pulled his fingers from me.
I did protest then, but any complaint turned to a moan when Briggs sucked his slick fingers into his mouth, closed his eyes, and moaned. He pulled them free, and when his eyes met mine, I saw his wolf just under the surface and smiled.
Briggs quickly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere in the room. He knelt down, and when I heard the thud of his boots hitting the floor, I understood that he was removing them. I didn’t mean to, but I laughed at the entire situation. How had we gotten here so shortly after claiming one another?
“There,” Briggs said after the other boot made a thunk on the floor and he started yanking on the button of his cargo pants. They were sexy as fuck with the way they perfectly cupped his ass, but I wasn’t going to say anything of the sort at the moment.
Briggs smirked. “You don’t have tosayanything, sweetheart. Your thoughts are completely open.”
“Good. Then get up here and make me come. Ugh. I’m needy here.”
Briggs chuckled as he slowly climbed onto the bed. “Move over here so you’re more comfortable,” he told me as he helped me sit up. He easily tugged me up onto the bed, and when I felt him roll me to my side, I knew what was coming and sighed in relief. Briggs moved up behind me and gently lifted my right leg and placed it on top of his. When I felt his cock sliding along my slick crack, I pressed backward when it caught on my relaxed opening.
“Please,” I whispered.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re going to be moaning and shouting here in just a few.”
He wasn’t lying. I moaned when his cock easily slid into me. I loved having Briggs fill me. Despite everything I’d been through, he made it amazing, and I always knew I was with him and not back in that compound.
“So good,” I moaned out.
“Always,” Briggs whispered near my ear. He slid his hand across my hip and down my thigh, pulling my leg back onto his a bit more before he returned his hand to my hip. When his hand tightened on it slightly, his hips started to move faster. I closed my eyes and let everything else go except the feeling of connecting with my mate in the most intimate way.
Briggs slowly moved behind me, his cock sliding in and out of me at a frustratingly slow pace. I was so close, but as soon as I felt my balls start to tingle, Briggs would slow his hips and nibble and kiss on my neck. I loved it all, but my body was screaming in need of relief.
“Briggs,” I growled when his hips all but stopped. I felt him smile against my shoulder where it met my neck. It wasn’t the side with my claiming bite though, unfortunately.
“I know, sweetheart, but my knot is tingling, and if I’m not careful, this is going to be over before it ever had a chance to start.”
I groaned, frustrated but understanding why he was teasing us both.
“How about we just fuck now, you don’t knot me, and then we can have a longer lovemaking session in just a few once we recover?”
“Mmm…that sounds wonderful. Why didn’t I think about that?” Briggs asked. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. No matter, he finally gave me what I wanted, and he pushed his hips forward, then quickly pulled them back and did it over and over, picking up the pace as he went. It only took about six thrusts before I was doing exactly as he’d said I would: shouting into the room as my body finally got what it had been needing—release.
Chapter 21
Briggs
