Page 45 of Running with Direwolves
Grady licked the palm of his hand, wet his cock, and then pulled at Tarl’s right ass cheek. “I’m going in,” he said hoarsely, “and you’re gonna come so hard.”
“Yes. I want that.” Tarl curled his hands over the edge of the table and arched his back. “Fuck me.”
Grady didn’t answer. He found Tarl’s asshole and shoved in—a hard, almost brutal thrust to full depth.
They both cried out, the sound uninhibited, feral, desperate.
Sienna pressed her fingers between her legs. This was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. They were rough and crazed for each other, it was different from how they were with her, as if they knew they couldn’t hurt each other even in the most unleashed moments.
“You feel that?” Grady huffed as he rocked harder against Tarl. “You feel my big knotted cock, huh?”
“Oh, God, yes, I feel it … fuck.” Tarl reached beneath himself for his cock and began to jerk off. “Fuck … yes.”
Grady flung back his head, eyes closed and ground against Tarl, moving his cock inside of him, working toward his orgasm. His belly was taut, his chest hair dotted with perspiration and the tendons on his neck roped. He groaned and squeezed Tarl’s buttocks, his fingertips pressing deep. Tarl groaned long and low and bucked back for more.
Sienna pressed on her clit through her pants. She was so turned on watching them, her clit swollen and her pussy quivering.
“You feel so damn good,” Grady groaned. “I’m gonna fucking come so high inside you.”
“Yes, yes, come…” Tarl let out long guttural groan.
Sienna recognized it as his getting to the point-of-no-return groan. He was giving into his release. There was no holding it off.
And then Grady brought his hand down on Tarl’s right buttock in a hard stinging slap.
Tarl cried out and then was coming hard. He jerked his cock, cum landed on the floor and the side of the table. His face was contorted in ecstasy and his body granite hard.
“Ah … yes, squeeze me with your asshole like that…” Grady pulled his lips back in a grimace. “So damn good.”
Sienna held her breath, excitement winging around her body and making her nipples tingle.
“Fuck, yeah!” Grady thrust harder into Tarl, shoving him up the table, skittering the table further across the floor. Another chair tipped over. “That’s it.” He tipped his head back again and howled as he pulsed in Tarl’s ass.
Tarl was still clinging to the table, his body flushed now and his ass cheek bright red.
Grady kept coming, groaning with each spasm that wracked his body. The ecstasy radiating from him was palpable.
Sienna was sure a small orgasm rippled through her pussy, one that had emerged just from watching the two men she loved have wild, passionate sex.
Grady slowed and some of the tension went from his body.
Tarl had slumped onto the table, as though all his energy had been sucked from him.
“My beautiful beta,” Grady said, tipping forward and kissing Tarl’s neck. “You are such a good tight ass fuck, you know that?”
Tarl laughed suddenly, his body shaking. “I’m glad you think so.”
“Always.” Grady tenderly stroked Tarl’s hair from his brow. “I’m gonna see if I can pull out now.”
Tarl nodded and kept his eyes closed.
Very gently, delicately, Grady withdrew his cock. Once out, he wiped his forearm over his brow then reached for Tarl and drew him to standing. “Get dressed, we need to speak to Sienna.”
She gulped and stood. “I’m here.”
They both looked up at her.
A smile stretched on Tarl’s face. “You watched?”
