much. He let himself rest his head on his hand. He floated on the feeling of Colin working him over. His Gingersnap gave a blow job with the unfettered joy of a man who has found something he not only enjoys but is also really good at.
Judd was never going to last long. Morning need, the boy of his dreams, and no gag reflex was a trifecta for losing control.
“Pull off now, Gingersnap. Finish me with your hand.”
Colin shook his head, still sucking.
“You’re sure? I blow big and hard.” He wasn’t bragging. Although, he didn’t mind that it sounded like he was.
A nod this time.
Judd figured this was one way to find out how Colin felt about swallowing. So he threaded rough fingers through fine strawberry-blond hair, closed his eyes, and let go. He groaned out the shivery fire of climax, amazed at the unexpected additional jolt of pure joy. Connection, probably. This was what an orgasm felt like when he actually loved the person he fucked. Amazing.
Colin, as it turned out, was a champ. He couldn’t quite swallow it all – Judd hadn’t lied about his productivity. But his mate looked that much hotter with cum seeping out the side of his mouth – eyes still yellow, face full of pride.
“You’re amazing,” Judd praised, meaning it. He petted Colin’s head, fine silky strands, sticking up from his previous grip.
Colin licked his lips, puffier than ever. His voice was dick-wrecked and croaking. “A natural cock-sucker?”
“Supernatural, even.”
Colin sighed. “It was as good as I imagined. Better.”
“We aren’t done yet, Gingersnap.”
Colin blushed as red as Judd had ever seen him. Lowered his eyelids. “I’m afraid we are for a bit. I kinda shot when you did. I couldn’t help it, it was so hot.”
Judd realized that Colin’s dick in front of him was limp and spent. Judd’s neck and upper chest were covered in jizz. He was a little disappointed. He’d wanted to drive Colin over the edge – see his face and taste his cum. But he was also beyond pleased that Colin had enjoyed blowing him so much that he’d followed Judd over the edge.
Judd dragged his fingers through the spend on his chest. Brought them to his lips. He could still taste.
Colin, watching, gasped. Eyes which had started to fade back to green, flashed orange.
“Sweet and delicious, like you. But also salty, and bitter, and spicy, like you are sometimes, when I’m lucky.”
Colin rolled his eyes. “You’re terrible at sweet talk.”
“Talked you into my bed, didn’t I?” Judd admired the small red marks he’d left on Colin’s thighs and hips. They were fading, like memories of a journey left as footprints and blowing away. He was terrible at poetic courting. He stopped that line of thought immediately.
“And into a blow job.”
“But you liked it.” Judd wanted to be absolutely certain. He wanted Colin to come back to him, to keep up with the lessons.
Colin sighed. “Loved it. The weight on my tongue. I swear I could feel you throbbing.”
“Bloody hell.” Judd shifted. His spent cock gave a pulse of renewed interest. “You, on the other hand, are really good at sweet talk.”
“Hon, I don’t mean to be condescending, but that was dirty talk. You got a serious problem if you’re confusing the two.”
Judd grinned. “Probably why I’m so bad at it. I like the hon, by the way.”
“Honey bun.”
“No, not that version.”
Colin laughed. Then he sobered suddenly. Coming down off the endorphin high or, more likely, starting to question himself.
Judd was all too familiar with that worried look. He took a breath, prepared to battle his lover’s feelings of inadequacy.
That wasn’t where the conversation went, though.
“I don’t know how aware you are as a wolf. I only remember things as if from a bad dream. But I’m a lot younger than you. Either way, I owe you an apology for the way my mother treated you last night. I’m not strong enough to stand up for you as I should have.”
Judd flipped around so they could talk face to face. He’d only slightly followed the argument in the club. He didn’t really process complex human interactions when a wolf. But he’d gotten the gist. Lexi Blanc had treated him like something to be used at her will. “I assure you, Gingersnap, I’ve had worse.”
“Doesn’t make it right.”
Judd wondered if he’d ever before seen such earnest eyes. “No. But you stepped forward and tried. I know how hard that is for you.”
“Shouldn’t be. I should be bolder, stronger. I’m a