Page 16 of Destined Predator
Before Casey could make a joke or a question out of it, Rhett stripped, smirking at the flare of surprise Casey didn’t tamp down quickly enough. Casey crooked his finger at him, making a ‘come here’ gesture and, intending to protest, Rhett went.
He stopped just short, close enough to feel Casey’s breath on his cheek. “If I need you to slow down, I’ll say,” Rhett said quietly.
“Good,” Casey answered, just as low. “And I’ll hear you.”
Casey grabbed him and sealed his lips to his, then wrapped his hands around him to grab his butt cheeks and thrust a leg between his. The triple shock had Rhett gasping, which allowed Casey to press his tongue in, dominating his. Rhett’s first instinct was to fight the press of tongue and control—and then the strangest relief washed him clean. He didn’t have to steer this. Not right now. Not withhim.He couldn’t process that, though, not when Casey was squeezing his ass and angling his body so his dick and balls rubbed Rhett’s. Rhett was hard in seconds, his swelling cock threatening to leak pre-cum.
He had to pull his mouth free to pant but didn’t tear his lower body away from Casey’s. He didn’t want to forfeit a second of that. Casey moved and twisted, taking Rhett to the floor to land on a pile of large cotton cloths. Then he was exploring, more thoroughly than Rhett had, kissing and nibbling at Rhett’s neck, making his pulse beat faster. Casey seemed to like that he’d gotten Rhett’s heart racing. A rumble came from him as he laved the area again and again.
“That a shifter thing, that licking? Coywolf thing?” Rhett asked.
Casey paused, then inhaled deep. “Could be,” he answered. “Or maybe you’re just so tasty.”
Rhett knew Casey was smiling—he felt it against his shoulder. Casey moving to his nipples, where he licked, then blew on the wetness, had Rhett writhing.
“Sensitive…” Casey’s tone was one of pleased discovery and he set to plucking and rubbing the nubs of flesh until Rhett was humping the air. It made Casey bend his head to suck and even bite one, while squeezing the other hard between his fingers.
“Shit!” Rhett yelled, the pressure banking in his balls making his dick pulse. The feeling he was about to come didn’t stop him spearing his fingers into Casey’s hair and digging his fingernails into his scalp. Casey twisted a nipple and Rhett’s hand tightened in reaction, yanking hard.
“Language,” Casey teased against his skin, then bit again, a wicked little punishment that made Rhett’s toes curl in his boots—then out of them.
“Sorry,” he said, trying to loosen his fingers from the tangles of Casey’s waves.
Casey eased his mouth free, giving a final nip as he did so. “’S’okay. I like having my hair pulled during sex. But we gotta build up your resistance, cowboy. Like this, you’re gonna blow soon as I get mouth on you, and I love sucking dick.”
Jesus!The mere words nearly had Rhett shooting his load.
Casey gave a crooked half-smile. “How ’bout for now, I bring us both off?”
“What—whatever you like.” The other half of Casey’s smile was on Rhett’s face—he felt it tugging at his lips. “I’m in your hands, right?”
“You’re in good hands. The best hands.” Casey’s words came a little muffled as he bent his head again and closed his mouth around Rhett’s nipple at the same time as he wrapped a hand around Rhett’s cock. The dual pressure was almost too much sensation right off the bat, and Rhett’s body arched.
Casey brought his mouth off, probably a second before his sharp teeth and the tug they gave to Rhett’s distended nipple had him coming. At least that was how it felt. Casey turned all his attention to Rhett’s dick, closing his fingers around it, rubbing his thumb over the head and cupping Rhett’s sac with the other “Nice.” He rolled Rhett’s balls. “Can’t wait to suck these.”
Rhett’s dick twitched in Casey’s hand at that, and Casey stroked at the little patch under the head. He moved, rearranging himself, to take both their cocks in his hands. “Ain’t gonna need lube,” Casey grunted, grabbing a palmful of Rhett’s pre-cum and smearing it down his shaft. “Got some for me too?” His words and his clever stroking of Rhett’s slit did produce more, and Rhett gasped when Casey used this to lube his own cock.
The pace Casey set was fast, his grip firm and sure, and the words that fell from his lips were part-encouragement and part-command, and it all stirred together in Rhett, shooting pure sensation into his veins.
“First time?” Casey panted, his voice almost buried under the loud wet slapping noise his hands were making on their dicks, and Rhett nodded, understanding Casey was asking if a guy had jacked him before. His fingers clawed into the cotton cloth under him at the intensity, his hips arched and his orgasm burst in him without warning. Trying not to yell too loud, he thrust hard into Casey’s grip and cum jetted from the head of his cock.
Spunk covered his stomach—his and Casey’s. Casey released his hold on Rhett’s dick to milk out the last pulses of his own climax, adding to the pool on Rhett’s body, before he sank down to lie beside Rhett. Rhett was slyly relieved that Casey was panting too, even if less than Rhett was. He took a good look at Casey. Casey was…attractivewas much too mild and polite a word.Prettywasn’t fitting either.Wild.That was getting there.His cheeks carried a flush, his lips were parted and his hair was a tangle of waves that he flung back over his shoulder.Beautiful.
It hit Rhett then that wanting a man wasn’t the cliff he’d built in his mind. It was a door. And he’d just walked through it barefoot, laughing a little at himself on the other side.
Casey stared back at Rhett. “Can’t wait to blow you, cowboy.”
Rhett half-ducked his head, taking a handful of the cloth to dab at himself.
“So, you never had a guy do that before. Never got your ass fucked.” Casey swiped at himself, too.
“Yeah I have.” Rhett enjoyed surprising Casey.
“Chicks,” Casey surmised. “Toys and strap-ons?”
Rhett nodded.
“And you liked it.”
