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Lifting me with his hands under my hips like I didn’t weigh almost as much as him, Fowler walked me over to the kitchen counter and set me down. Our hands were all over each other as we rutted against one another.
“God, you have me harder than I’ve been in,”—Fowler grunted into a kiss, biting my lower lip before nuzzling into my neck—“I don’t know how long.”
Sitting so high, I was looking down at him, and I could see I was tenting my shorts, my dick in pain as it strained to break free. I’d wanted Fowler like this for half of my life, and I wasn’t going to waste my chance.
“Take me out,” I whispered, reaching for the waistband of his pants. “I wanna see you.”
Chapter seventeen
Fowler
It had been a while since I’d given someone a ride, and I meant that in both senses of the word. Having Riley’s body on me, from his thighs bracketing mine to his arms snug around my middle, made me forget he wasn’t feeling well.
It felt wrong to enjoy him pressed against me when he was under the weather. When we got to his mom’s place, where I’d spent countless hours as a child, he insisted he felt better. I didn’t sense a lie in his words or on his scent, so I was happy to have him in my arms and kiss him like I had the night before.
Riley’s whimpers and moans were like the finest wine as I drank them up and let him rut against me. It wasn’t close enough.
My wolf took over, and I lifted him until I had Riley on the edge of the kitchen counter, begging to see my cock. I hesitated. I had an alpha cock that didn’t look the same as a cis-human’s, and I rarely let anyone see it. But this was Riley.
“Please, Fowler,” Riley begged. I groaned at the sound of my name in his lust-roughened voice, asking for more.
“Okay,” I grunted, clearing my throat and releasing his hand.
Riley unbuttoned my pants as I pulled off my shirt, and then I moved to take off his tank top. He lowered my zipper as I gripped the counter on either side of his thighs. I needed something to do. I gestured towards his own tented shorts.
“Can I?”
“Yes, please.” Riley nodded eagerly and reached for the hem of my boxer briefs.
He waited until I tugged his shorts and underwear down to his thighs, lifting to help, before he swiped a thumb over the head of my cock through the wet fabric. The sensation stole my breath and distracted me from my perusal of his hardness.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I admitted, though it was probably obvious. I shivered from my head to my toes at the contact, a rumble of pleasure emanating from my chest. “Keep going.”
Our chemistry was off the charts, but I wanted to make him feel good. Gripping his thick, pale pink dick, I took it in hand and had Riley moaning as he leaned his forehead against mine. He was thicker than average, and only about as long as my dick before it got hard. When we were kids stripping in the locker room or at the creek and waterfall on Pack lands, he’d always covered himself. Now I could look my fill.
Rubbing my thumb along the glans of his cut cock under the ruddy head, I saw Riley was shaking as he tugged my briefs down to reveal me to him. He gasped, taking in my alpha cock for the first time.
I had never been shy; getting naked in front of people was part of being a shifter, but I hated my changing body in my teens. Back then, my dick looked like a large clitoris, only fully extending when I jacked off. No one had ever seen me fully hard, not with the lights on.
And I was rock hard for Riley.
My dick was dark and veiny against his paler skin, and when he wrapped a hand around my girth, only his middle finger touched his thumb. He pulled at the foreskin to reveal the pointed head, and I felt his own cock twitch in my grip. Riley squeezed down my length to the double-rounded base that sat waiting to expand.
“Is this?”
“My knot,” I confirmed.
Swallowing down my nerves, I stroked Riley in hopes he wasn’t bothered by how I looked or that I could distract him. I’d waxed most of my body for years, after growing a lot of extra fur from being on testosterone, but I enjoyed the blond thatch of hair on him, with a happy trail leading up his toned stomach to his pecs. I missed his soft belly, but he was hot no matter what.
With my free hand, I flicked his nipple, watching it pebble as he moaned. “I like that. Nipple play,” he explained.
“I can’t feel much in my nipples, but your hand feels good,” I added, thrusting into his grip.
Riley wrapped his ankles around my thighs and pulled me closer. “Let me go for a second?”
Dropping his cock as if he were the alpha, I watched as he pressed his thick cock to mine, my pre-cum dribbling onto him. I’d lost a bit of my length in my anxiety, but it reared back when his hot skin aligned with mine.
“Shit,” I cursed and dropped my face to his neck, scenting him where he’d grown even sweeter. “How do you feel so good?”
