Page 41 of How to Flirt with a Hellhound
Corbin patted my shoulder and said, “Wait until dark when the kid is done working.”
“We’ll watch over your Toby, unless you’d like some assistance,” Jude added, grinning. As tempting as it was, I would rather have the two of them here to keep watch, so I shook my head.
“I have to see him,” I rumbled.
“You have to get yourself under control first,” Jude replied.
“I have to see he’s safe,” I growled, and with that, I loped off toward his house.
As I climbed his steps, I took a few deep breaths, getting myself under control before I knocked on the door. I wasn’t sure I was totally successful. My hellhound was a burn against my skin. Toby was in danger. Someone had tried to listen in on him and watch him. They had tried to invade his space and his home.
I had the stray thought that I would have done the exact same thing—I still would microchip him if I thought I could manage it—but that was totally different. Toby liked me, after all. We were boyfriends now. He had agreed to it.
That thought seemed to ease my hellhound a bit, and Toby opened the door at that moment.
He was freshly showered, his hair still damp, and he’d apparently hastily thrown on a t-shirt and sweatpants. Hesmiled at me, but that faded as I smelled his lust on the air. I moved forward until we were both inside, shutting the door behind me.
I suddenly understood the human fascination with sweatpants. As I unashamedly watched, his cock grew thicker through the fabric. I growled, fascinated, as it twitched at the sound.
I looked up, and Toby was staring at me, heat in his eyes. I don’t know who moved first, but our lips crashed together. Hells, he tasted so fucking good. I nipped at his lip, making him groan in pleasure.
I moved him up against the wall and lifted him up so our cocks were lined up, grinding them together as our mouths slanted against each other.
He pulled away from my lips, crying out, “Dex!”
“What, baby? What do you want? Tell me,” I murmured. “Anything.” Then I nipped at his neck. I wanted to bite down, to mark him with my teeth. I wanted to cover him with my cum. I wanted my scent covering him so everyone would know that he wasmine.
I growled again, unable to help it, barely reining in my impulses. Toby whimpered, the scent of his arousal nearly overpowering my senses.
I set him down, dragging his shirt off and his sweatpants down. Fuck, he wasn’t even wearing underwear. I pulled my own shirt over my head but only had patience to unbutton my pants and pull my own cock out. I picked him back up, grabbing Toby’s ass in my hands and pressing his back against the wall. I lined our cocks up against each other, and he grabbed onto my shoulders, his hands digging in.
“Holy fuck, Dex,” he groaned, laying his head back against the wall and panting. His legs were wrapped around me and hiships were making little thrusts against me, our cocks bumping into each other.
It wasn’t enough. I held one hand under his ass and used the other to grab both our dicks in my grip. I leaned into his neck, smelling him. His skin was clean and soft, but underneath the soap smell I smelled the musk of Toby. It was like the forest after a rain—fresh and clean and just fuckinggood. His soul had not an ounce of rot on it. He was pure bliss, and I breathed him in like I could make his scent a part of me.
Our cocks were slick with precum, and I held them together and rubbed my hand up and down, gathering more precum at each pass of the heads.
“Fuck, Dex. Fuck,” Toby panted. “That’s too fucking good,” he moaned.
I kissed him again, my tongue darting into his mouth to lick at him, sweetness with a hint of spice in his taste. His tongue traced against mine as he groaned.
I wanted to devour him.
My hand moved faster against our cocks, his mewling sounds only driving me on. I broke away from our kiss and leaned into his neck again, biting down where his neck met his shoulder.
“Holy fuck, Dex!” he cried out, and I felt his cum spattering us both. I growled as my own orgasm rushed through me, and the thought of our cum mixing together on our skin made me spurt again.
The pleasure rolled through me, and only when Toby stopped twitching in my hand did I lower us both gently to sit on the floor. Toby crawled into my lap, leaning his head against my chest, and I wrapped my arms tightly around him.
We sat like that for a moment before Toby gave a light chuckle. “Guess I’ll need another shower,” he murmured.
“Don’t,” I rumbled.
He looked up, and his eyes flared at whatever he saw on my face.
“Yeah? You going all caveman on me?” he asked.
I grunted in response, then I grabbed my shirt to give us both a wipe down. There—no sticky cum, but still the nice scent of our mixed pleasure. I raised an eyebrow at him in question.
