Little Wolf (47 page)

Tim looked up, prepared to insist he wasn’t an idiot and even as a virgin had known not to bite during a blowjob, but Nathaniel’s intense gaze shut him up until he glanced away again. “You just like having me within reach,” he griped without meaning it. Nathaniel could go without words, but Tim couldn’t. He pushed forward to put his mouth back on Nathaniel’s skin. “I like touching you too.” He slid his hands up Nathaniel’s thighs and took hold of his hips. That was better. He held tight and sighed when Nathaniel stroked a light touch through his hair. “
Nathaniel
.” Tim knew he sounded reverent. He was going to blush for that later, much later, when he wasn’t wrapped in Nathaniel’s scent and entranced by how it mixed with his own.

He didn’t want to let go, even with his mouth watering, and shuddered in relief when Nathaniel spoke. “I can sit down.” It was a good suggestion, amazing, so Tim nodded, not minding in the least how Nathaniel got them both to the other side of the couch. He sat down, and Tim sort of fell into his lap, face-first.

He could still feel the tension under his hands and guessed Nathaniel was going to hold back. For the moment, Tim was happy to not choke, so that was okay. He took hold of Nathaniel’s cock with one hand and opened his mouth, only to fall in love with the pure, aroused scent of it, the feel in his hand, the taste when he lapped at the head.

At the edge of his attention, Tim saw Nathaniel holding tightly to the couch, but that didn’t stop him. If anything it made him linger when he shouldn’t. But when he stroked up just so and used his tongue, there was a clear droplet that made him groan. He pulled his mouth away, and for a moment, Nathaniel’s hand slipped through his hair as if wanting to draw him back.

Tim hummed against the shaft and licked some more as he followed heat and scent down, momentarily distracted by Nathaniel’s balls and how they felt against his tongue, and how Nathaniel grunted above him. But the lure of his cock was too great. Tim sucked the head into his mouth without a glance up and shut his eyes at the embarrassing sound he made when he pulled off. “Mmm, your dick, though.”

“What?” Nathaniel panted hoarsely. Tim glanced up while licking his lips.

“Your dick. I like it. I like it a lot,” Tim summed up, red-faced and foolish and drooling. He curled his arms around Nathaniel’s waist and bent to suck on Nathaniel’s cock some more. Rhythm wasn’t his goal. He wanted taste and scent and those sounds and Nathaniel’s skin under his palms. Nathaniel’s hand settled half in his hair and half over his ear, too gentle to even be called a hold, but Tim felt himself guided. He strangely didn’t mind. He slid his mouth down the way Nathaniel was trying not to ask him to, just enough that he felt full and almost choked and had to focus to breathe, and then eased back. Each time Nathaniel breathed a little louder, a little faster, and the taste in Tim’s mouth was more intense.

He was getting hot. His heart was rushing in his ears like the heavy throbbing in his mouth, and he swallowed but his spit went everywhere. Nathaniel touched that too, wiping it away, sucking it from his fingers as if it wasn’t enough that Tim was aroused by this, he had to love it too. He leaned into Nathaniel’s hand and slurped up precome and drool and relished the mess. Albert had been fast, as desperate as Tim. Nathaniel could take it for as long as Tim wanted him to. Tim’s jaw ached, but it was almost familiar, like the ache of wanting Nathaniel in him, so he adjusted his position to try to swallow around Nathaniel’s cock and grunted in startled pleasure when Nathaniel pushed up. Fuck, Tim felt full, and strong, and fierce. Nathaniel was shivering muscle and hot, hot skin. He pushed his hand down Tim’s back, and Tim curled his tongue. There was a surge of scent for that too, a deeper richness in taste. He swallowed and eased off to chase the flavor. Nathaniel made a hurt sound. It was his own fault for not taking what he wanted. Tim could have made him suffer for hours like this.

Tim pulled off and buried his face in Nathaniel’s hip. “Just come.” The words felt strange in his empty mouth. “I want you to come down my throat.” Nathaniel’s caresses made him whimper. “Stupid, gentle alpha wolf,” Tim told him with a kiss, then looked up.

Looking at Nathaniel from this angle was enough to get Tim fully hard again, and he left his mouth open even before he got Nathaniel’s intent. Nathaniel slowly curled one hand around his dick. He slid the other to the back of Tim’s head. Tim didn’t know whether to whimper or snarl for him to go faster. He did neither. He was breathless but silent as Nathaniel brought his head closer until his cock was before Tim’s mouth.

Tim licked it before sucking his cock back in, and Nathaniel growled in satisfaction. Tim hoped his eyes were glowing with the same feeling as Nathaniel fucked into him, not far, because Nathaniel was careful, and Tim had no idea how to do anything but breathe and try not to come, but it was hot. Nathaniel’s eyes were steady on his mouth. Tim told him in scent, in muffled moans, that this pain in his knees and the stretch at his mouth was what he wanted, and when Nathaniel came, his hand pulling Tim close, his come spilling out of Tim’s mouth, Tim gripped him tight and choked and swallowed. His eyes were watering and he was coughing, but he kept Nathaniel there until his mouth was sticky and full.

He kind of liked the breathless way Nathaniel moaned his name when Tim was going to town on his sensitive dick. He kind of really liked it. He liked it enough that he only stopped under protest and to gasp for air and ended up biting Nathaniel’s hip without any real force a second later. “I made you come. You’re so mine now.”

He did not like the way Nathaniel snorted at that, but accepted it when Nathaniel caressed the column of his throat. Those two fingers passing over stinging, wounded skin were enough to make Tim shudder. He lazily took hold of both fingers and held them against him, knowing Nathaniel could feel his racing pulse. Nathaniel could hear it too, if he wanted. Tim thought maybe he did and that he liked knowing what the act had done to Tim. His scent was still
yes
.
Yes
in all ways, mixed with
desire
and
need
and
fires
and
spice
and
semen
, and Tim let it get tangled in his mind because all of it was good.

Tim’s face was a mess, so he finally reached for his shirt to clean himself, and the moment he did, Nathaniel sighed and sagged against the couch. Tim was immediately reminded that most of Nathaniel’s energy was supposed to be going to resting and healing, and not fucking Tim. He sprang back and fell onto his ass, which luckily wasn’t all that far from the floor. He did hit the coffee table, though.

“Shit, you should be in bed.” He scrambled up to his feet and tore off his stained shirt.

Nathaniel took it and used it like a towel to wipe at his lower back. Without a word about the drying come, he dropped the shirt to the floor and leaned over until he was lying on his side. A moment after that, he moved again, sliding onto his back. He closed his eyes.

“The couch is fine.” Nathaniel spoke as though he wasn’t lying there naked and probably ruining the couch with remnants of Tim’s spunk.

Tim stared at him, all that skin and hair on display, his parted, muscular legs and heaving chest, the fading indent of Tim’s teeth at his hip. He watched Nathaniel swallow and then nearly jumped when Nathaniel opened his eyes.

Nathaniel slid his gaze down Tim’s body. The look was lazy and approving, and Tim’s dick gave a little twitch that made him straighten up. Nathaniel eyed him for another moment and then slid up to prop his head against the armrest. He was too big for the couch, and he should have looked ridiculous. He didn’t. He was Tim’s very own porn star. “Come here.”

Tim practically hopped on top of him. “You’re injured,” Tim reminded Nathaniel, even as he straddled Nathaniel’s hips. He put his ear to Nathaniel’s chest to hear to him breathe, listening for anything broken or strained, but there was nothing. “You should be resting,” Tim reminded him, grinning at the glide of Nathaniel’s hand through his hair. “You won’t heal as quickly like this.”

“Shows what you know.” The rumble of Nathaniel’s voice reverberated through Tim and sent sparks down his spine. “This is the best thing for me.”

Tim curled in closer and then lifted his head. “Me squashing you?” He was doubtful. He was doubtful right in Nathaniel’s face.

Nathaniel licked the tip of Tim’s nose. “Do I seem in pain to you? Tense? Unhappy?” He was far from any of those things. Tim squinted at Nathaniel, then licked Nathaniel’s nose in return.

“I thought that was the drugs,” Tim reasoned, smiling and then frowning again, “or the sex.” He leaned forward until their wet noses bumped, although he kept his weight from Nathaniel’s chest. “That was me?”

“Weres relax, heal better, when they feel safe.” Nathaniel was lecturing Tim and being adorable at the same time, the dork.

“Someone tried to kill you today. That is not safe.” Tim changed his position slightly. He thought his point would be taken more seriously if his erection weren’t poking into Nathaniel.

Nathaniel pulled Tim down by his hips and grunted at Tim’s squawk.

“I think your instincts have gone all wonky,” Tim told him sternly, but with a groan, because that was pretty much an invitation to grind against Nathaniel and he was trying to be good, or at least better.

“Have you eaten? You seem upset.” Nathaniel was lucky he was so hot, or Tim wouldn’t have tolerated his concern, or sarcasm.

Tim huffed and puffed and felt foolish. “Yeah, well, you almost died, and I like you a lot.”

“More than my dick?” Nathaniel wondered with a straight face.

“Oh my God!” Tim pushed their mouths together mostly to make him shut up. Mostly. Dry wit turned him on.
Nathaniel
turned him on. Nathaniel kissed Tim back with a soft press of his mouth. Tim kind of lost himself. His world was Nathaniel’s hands and his mouth and the beat of his heart, and if anyone tried to take it from him, he’d gut them.

He spread out over Nathaniel and made himself comfortable. Light fingertips swept up and down his back, making him arch up without pulling apart. “Do you know what you feel like?” he murmured into the kiss, after a kiss, drifting into his senses and the great presence underneath him. “Do you have any idea how you smell?” Tim closed his eyes at the rising heat and tension Nathaniel’s hands were creating in him. It wasn’t fair, but he rocked slowly against Nathaniel’s stomach and growled to feel Nathaniel getting aroused in return.

“Do you know what you do to me?” Nathaniel’s breath was hot on Tim’s cheek, so Tim dropped his head to his shoulder. Nathaniel’s hands, his desire, his words, were everywhere. “Half the time I think you do it on purpose, and it still drives me up a wall.” He slipped his hands down to Tim’s ass and pulled Tim tight against him. “When you bite your lip….”

Tim lifted his head when Nathaniel trailed off, and Nathaniel’s breathless kiss stopped him from sliding to a new position. Nathaniel sucked on Tim’s lower lip, then dropped his head back to the couch. Tim followed him down and sank his teeth into his bottom lip as invitingly as he knew how.

Nathaniel brought his hand up to run the pads of his fingers along the plump, lightly bruised skin. When Tim mock-bit them and then curled his tongue around them, Nathaniel spoke with wet heat. “When you bite your lip, I think of this.”

Here Tim had thought it was some overprotective alpha urge, and instead Nathaniel had been lusting over him. It was enough to make him take Nathaniel’s fingers farther into his mouth. His jaw was sore, but the discomfort was worth it for how Nathaniel’s attention focused on his lips. Tim could feel Nathaniel’s heart and the air in his lungs. His every reaction was there for the taking.

Tim curled against him, rolling his hips in the slowest, gentlest rhythm he could manage. Nathaniel’s remaining hand pushed along his spine in approval. Tim licked Nathaniel’s fingertips, his wrist, his palm. “Tell me this is making you better. It’s not hurting?”

He felt the rumble from his head to his toes. “This is making me better.” Nathaniel pulled his hand away from Tim’s mouth and turned it to lick the damp skin between his fingers. Tim whined reflexively, but he knew by now Nathaniel was going to take care of him. He felt selfish but pleased when Nathaniel wrapped the hand around his dick.

Ducking his head, Tim wriggled and moved a leg until their cocks were about lined up. He’d seen that much in porn, even in human porn. Nathaniel had big hands, and he could take a hint.

“I like making you come.” Nathaniel wasn’t quite complaining, not with every word pushed out between soft grunts and little thrusts upward. Tim just sort of rocked into it, using his hands to keep some of his weight off Nathaniel and moaning because he wanted to relax into it, to fall and let Nathaniel do everything. He shut his eyes and groaned for the heightened pleasure and kissed in the direction of Nathaniel’s mouth, found his collarbone instead.

“You can fuck me in the morning,” Tim told him, not remotely joking. Nathaniel’s hand was magic, his grip firm and right and damp. Tim squirmed and tried to keep pace, draw it out, but Nathaniel was evil when it came to making Tim lose his mind. Tim arched up, gasping at what Nathaniel’s thumb was doing, and put his hand over Nathaniel’s. He bowed his head when Nathaniel’s other hand spread out over his ass. His finger pressed against Tim in almost a tease, but Tim rocked his hips to try to make it deeper.

“In the morning,” Nathaniel promised, as if he knew exactly how much Tim needed him. Because of course he did. Tim whimpered and rolled his hips until the press in matched the stroke down. Then he left his mouth open, letting Nathaniel hear his dry panting.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Tim repeated, not certain why he was saying it again. “Nathaniel, I—I can’t think.” He closed his hand tight over Nathaniel’s, edging it out of the way to let him squeeze both their dicks. The sticky spurt on his fingertips was rewarding, but the tight glide was better. He thought of sparks again, of fire, and put his mouth to Nathaniel’s skin. For the first time he didn’t want to come, but Nathaniel’s finger not fully inside him was maddening, and he twisted his hips and groaned as he got closer. “I’m—” he tried to warn Nathaniel, then whimpered when Nathaniel took over, pulling the orgasm from him with strong assurance. He slid his cock through Tim’s come with a pleased rumble that echoed through Tim’s tired body, and came shortly afterward.