finger inside him. “I love you
so much.”
I grinned at him. “Feeling more relaxed yet?”
“A little.”
I worked my finger deeper. “Only a little?”
He groaned and tipped his head back. “Yeah, you need to try harder.”
I licked the pre-cum that was leaking from his cock, making him shiver. Then I took his length into my mouth as I
slipped a second finger inside him. He tightened his grip on my hair as I swallowed him as deep as I could. I
worked my tongue over his dick and applied a sucking pressure with my cheeks while plunging my fingers deep
inside him, stroking as he wriggled beneath me. As I worked my way back up his shaft, I withdrew my fingers,
only to repeat the process: take him deep, bury my fingers in his arse, pull back.
I focused on his face as I worked to pleasure him. For a while, he stared into my eyes, but soon he squeezed
them shut, panting hard. His grip on my hair became tighter, almost painfully so, but he didn’t try to guide my
head in any way. As my fingers played with him, he produced more and more slick until his inner thighs and the
bed were damp. I was getting wetter by the second too. Our scents intensified and mingled until the air was
deliciously sweet.
“Fuck me, Austin,” Charlie pleaded. He wriggled but didn’t thrust his hips.
I released his cock from my mouth, continuing to play with his arse as I pushed up the bed to kiss him.
“How bad do you want my cock inside you?”
“So bad,” Charlie whined. “Please, Austin, I need you.”
I slipped my fingers free and pulled him onto his knees before guiding him onto my cock.
“Ride me,” I whispered.
Charlie clasped his hands around my neck, arched his back, and began to rise and fall on my cock with a deep
rocking motion that drove me insane. His arse was hot around my cock, his muscles hugging my length tight on
every downward stroke. I kissed his neck and grasped his arse cheeks, squeezing and kneading them as he
took me deeper and harder. He was gasping and groaning; the skin over his neck and chest flushed red. His lips
were parted, his eyes closed, his eyebrows drawn together in an expression of ecstasy. I wanted to capture him
like that, so beautiful and perfect as we made love.
“That’s it,” I said, urging him on. “Just like that. Take me deep. Ride me hard.”
He wound his fingers into my hair again and tugged my head back so he could kiss me. It was a hungry,
desperate kiss that left me breathless. I slipped a finger in beside my cock and he let out an almighty moan. He
kissed me again, his lips pressing against mine so hard I was sure we’d both end up bruised. We took turns
sucking each other’s tongues as he jerked his body up and down my cock at a frantic pace.
“Come inside me,” he begged.
His words acted like an irresistible command. My cock jerked. I groaned into his mouth and wrapped my arms
around him, flattening his chest and stomach against mine. He came then, cum filling the gap between our
stomachs as he trembled. I rolled us both so he was on his back, and I was lying on top of him, my cock still
buried inside him.
“Now are you more relaxed?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “I feel like jelly.”
I nuzzled his neck and kissed his mate-mark. Mine was tingling like crazy, just as it always did when we made
love.
I took hold of his hands and laid my head on the pillow beside his, occasionally kissing his sweaty cheek.
“I love you,” Charlie said.
“I love you too.”
“Thank you.”
“For?”
“Helping me relax. Making me less worried.”
“But you haven’t stopped worrying, have you?”
He shook his head. “I don’t think I can.”
I squeezed my fingers against the backs of his hands. “You’ll manage the risks like you always do, Charlie.”
“I know.”
There was nothing more I could say, so I held him, hoping that would be enough.
While Wulf stayed in the car, Jesse and Isaac welcomed us at the door to the barn. They were each holding one
of the twins, but Jesse quickly passed Colby to me.
“He’s grown,” I said, feeling his weight in my arms.
“Babies have a habit of doing that,” Jesse said. He gave me a hug and then waved a little awkwardly at Charlie as
though he wasn’t sure what greeting would be appropriate.
Charlie was just as
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