Page 8 of Mated to the Human: Volume One

“Is this okay?” Derek asked, lips still touching Hollis’s throat.

Hollis nodded, sure he was red as a tomato.

“Words, Hollis. I need your words.”

“It’s okay…but I-I should tell you that I’m not very experienced.”

Derek pressed one more kiss to the side of Hollis’s throat and turned so he was sitting properly on the couch again, Hollis still straddling him and the blanket all tangled between them.

The position put them nearly at eye level. It was impossible for Hollis to hold Derek’s gaze, so he focused on a loose thread at the collar of Derek’s shirt.

Derek didn’t force him to look up. He ran his palms up and down Hollis’s sides. “You’re not experienced at making out or having sex?”

If Hollis thought he couldn’t get any redder, that theory was being tested. “Um, both, I guess.” He glanced up long enough to catch Derek’s gaze before looking back down. “I’ve done a little of each.”

“Okay,” Derek said, hands still moving. “Can I kiss you?”

That brought Hollis’s eyes up. He licked his lips and whispered, “Yes.”

One of Derek’s hands slid up to gently grip the back of his neck. Slowly, gaze holding Hollis’s until the last second, he leaned in.

Hollis sucked in a steadying breath as Derek’s lips descended on his. Derek wasn’t hesitant, sliding his tongue between Hollis’s parted lips and sending a jolt through Hollis’s stomach at the first touch to his own.

With the hand on the back of his neck, Derek tilted Hollis’s head to an angle, deepening the kiss and pulling a whimper out of Hollis.

Wanting closer, Hollis rocked forward, breaking the kiss when he felt Derek’s cock press against his own through their sweatpants. “Ooooh.”

Derek let out that rumbling hum again.

Hollis met his gaze, keeping his eyes on Derek’s piercing blue ones. He rocked his hips forward again.

The sound that got him was definitely a growl, and the next thing he knew, he was airborne. Derek stood with a hand under Hollis’s ass to hold him up. He used the other hand to pull the blanket from between them, tossing it to the couch.

Hollis wrapped his legs around Derek’s waist, holding on and leaning in to kiss Derek again.

Derek’s steps didn’t falter, carrying Hollis down the short hall and into the bedroom. He knee-walked onto the bed and laid Hollis out on his back, settling his hips between Hollis’s legs and leaning up on his elbows. “Still good?”

“Very good,” Hollis said. He took his glasses off and laid them on the nightstand, then pulled Derek’s mouth back to his.

They kissed and kissed. Derek delved into Hollis over and over until Hollis felt mapped and owned and decidedly wanted. The hard press of Derek’s cock against his own was glorious and overwhelming. He’d done that. Derek was hard for him, and that was such a fantastic phenomenon Hollis barely knew what to do with it.

Needing more friction, Hollis planted his feet on the bed and lifted his hips, pressing himself to Derek in a way he’d never dared with anyone else.

Derek growled—the sound so completely pleased that there was no mistaking it. He slipped his arms under Hollis’s shoulders, still on his elbows, and caged Hollis’s head between his hands. Then, he started to move.

“Oh shit,” Hollis gasped as Derek rutted against him, the sinuous thrust of his hips hitting along the entire length of Hollis and making him see stars. With every thrust, the pleasure in his balls grew and ached, building into something he wouldn’t be able to control for very long. “Derek, I’m gonna…” The next word was cut off as that building pleasure burst, lighting up his body and scattering his mind.

Derek held him through it, slowing his hips and pressing kisses against his throat. When Hollis came down, Derek lurched up onto his knees, shoving Hollis’s shirt up to his armpits and pulling his own sweats down enough to free his cock.

Hollis lifted his head, gaze zeroing in on the thick length while Derek’s hand moved at an alarming speed. He stroked himself, one hand gripping Hollis’s thigh and gaze never leaving Hollis’s face.

Peeking out from his fist, the mushroom head turned impossibly purple. Hollis licked his lips. Derek’s rhythm faltered and he came, white streaks painting Hollis’s exposed belly.

Derek’s breath came out heavy and hard until he slumped forward over Hollis, catching himself with one hand before he landed in his own mess. He kissed Hollis sweetly.

“I hadn’t planned for us to do that tonight.” Derek sat back on his ass and took his sweats and shirt off, throwing them off the bed.

Hollis leaned up on his elbows, eyes wide. Derek was…perfection. Perfect pale skin stretched over ridges of muscle. He had an actual six-pack, and his chest had a light coating of black hair the same shade as the inky black hair on top of his head.

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