Midnight Matings 13 Splash and Elegance (4 page)

Whitley whimpered and bucked, burying his face into Jude’s warm neck while the world around him spun out of control. His legs began to shake, his breathing accelerated, and instead of easing the pain, his climax only seemed to increase the burn. “Please, please, please,” he chanted.

He knew he needed to stop talking, but he just couldn’t help it.

Jude smelled so good, and his bare skin was so smooth. Dipping his head, Whitley captured one of the man’s copper-colored nipples in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the pebbled nub.

His own lust skyrocketed when Jude moaned for him, the sound rumbling through his chest and sending faint vibrations over Whitley’s tongue. Then one hand came up to cup the back of his head and tug him closer, while the other hand continued to stroke and tease Whitley’s still-hard and weeping cock.

Using his lips, tongue, and teeth, Whitley tortured the nipple in his mouth while he worked at the fastener of Jude’s pants. He wanted skin, wanted to feel the man pressed against him with no boundaries between them.

“Easy,” Jude said softly, reaching down to still Whitley’s fumbling hands. When he eased away, Whitley wanted to cry out in frustration, but he kept his lips pressed together, and simply stood there, trembling with need. “Let me show you something.” Jude could show him anything he wanted as long as it involved them being naked and horizontal. Hell, they didn’t even have to be horizontal. Whitley would settle for just about any position as long as it involved a rock-hard, throbbing cock in his ass.

He couldn’t ask for those things, though. He’d learned long ago to accept what he was given and never demand more. God, why wouldn’t Jude just tell him what he wanted, tell him what to do? It would make things a lot less complicated.
“Come here, Whit.” No one ever called him that, and Whitley found he liked it a lot. He liked it even more because it came from Jude.

Whitley stepped forward, molding himself to his mate’s chest again, and moaned in pleasure when Jude’s arms encircled him. There was something about being encased in those powerful arms that made Whitley feel safe and protected like he’d never felt before. It did little to cool his lust, however.

“Jude, please,” he murmured. “I need…” He knew exactly what he needed, just not how to articulate it. If he didn’t keep his damn mouth shut, he was going to scare Jude off. No one liked needy and desperate, but that’s exactly how Whitley felt.

“I know. I know. I’m going to take good care of you, Whit. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

No one had ever wanted to take care of him. In his experience, it all came down to what
he
could do for his partner. Jude wasn’t like any of those guys, and it confused the hell out of him. Whitley only knew how to be one way, and Jude didn’t seem to want that from him.

“Tell me what to do,” he begged. If Jude would just tell him what he wanted and what he liked, Whitley could do that. Without any direction, he was floundering, and his anxiety was threatening to get the better of him.

“Do whatever you want to do.” Jude leaned back and cradled Whitley’s face in both hands. “Do whatever feels right.” Then very slowly, as if seeking permission, he lowered his head and pressed their lips together.

Whitley knew the kiss was meant to be tender, to soothe and calm him. The first brush of Jude’s lips was like an electric jolt to his groin, though, and he responded on instinct, flinging his arms around Jude’s neck and dragging him closer.
More, more, more!

He crushed his mouth hard to Jude’s, not so much teasing the seam of his mate’s lips with his tongue, but prying them open so that he could thrust inside to taste the warm, sweet depths hidden within.
A feral growl spilled out of him when Jude opened easily, not resisting him in the least, and his moist tongue darted out to tangle with Whitley’s.

If he’d thought Jude smelled amazing, it was nothing compared to the man’s taste. Warm and rich, though slightly sweet, it reminded him of his morning coffee—two sugars and lots of cream, just the way he liked it.

Wanting—no,
needing
—to be closer, Whitley pulled on Jude’s neck, practically climbing the man’s body as he plunged his tongue in and out of his mate’s mouth, taking rather than asking for what he wanted. Jude didn’t complain, though. He wrapped one arm around Whitley’s waist and hoisted him higher so that he could wrap his legs around the shifter’s lean hips.

His naked cock slid over the warm, corrugated expanse of Jude’s abs as he grinded against him and continued to lay claim to his mouth.

It was erotic, passion-fueled, mind-blowing, and unlike anything Whitley had ever experienced. If kissing the man could make him feel that good, what would it be like to finally have Jude inside him?

He didn’t know how long they stood in the middle of the room, kissing and exploring with their hands. So lost in the taste and feel of the man in his arms, Whitley didn’t immediately realize they’d moved until he felt himself falling and the softness of the bed against his back.

Jude still held him close, even as he pinned him against the mattress and covered him from head to hips. His knees bracketed Whitley’s, and he pushed himself up just far enough to begin working Whitley’s jeans down his thighs.

There was an urgency in Jude’s movements that excited him.

Even if it was only because of the mating heat, no one had ever wanted him the way Jude did. Groans and growls rolled up from his chest and poured into Whitley’s mouth as their tongues continued to duel. Jude’s massive frame shook with his desire as he used his hands
and even his feet to push the denim off Whitley’s ankles so that the jeans fell to the floor.

“Tell me you want this,” Jude panted a moment later. “If we keep going, I won’t be able to stop myself, so you need to speak up now.” Whitley had never wanted anything more in his life. “Please, Jude.

Touch me, fuck me, whatever. I don’t care, but just do something!” Jude closed his eyes and groaned. “I’m in so much trouble.” Then he rolled off the bed, leaving Whitley alone and confused.

Had he said something wrong? Maybe he’d come off as too wanton and slutty. He pressed his legs together and started to roll over to his side, but a hand on his hips stopped him. “Where are you going?”

Whitley stared up into Jude’s green eyes and shook his head. “I thought…you left, and…”

A strange look passed over Jude’s face, almost like he was sad about something. Whitley didn’t have long to linger on what it might mean, though, because he’d suddenly noticed that Jude was completely nude, and the cock jutting from his groin was comparable to a telephone pole. There was no way that thing was going to fit in his ass, but that wouldn’t stop Whitley from trying.

His mouth watered and his fingers twitched to reach out and stroke the hard length. Jude was gloriously bare, his body devoid of any hair but that on his head and along his jaw. His cock flexed, bobbing slightly and leaking clear drops of pre-cum from the tip.

Something landed on the mattress beside him, and Whitley glanced over, wanting to smack himself in the head when he saw the small bottle of lube. Would he ever stop jumping to conclusions and always thinking the worst?

“Stop thinking so hard,” Jude said quietly, as though reading his mind. He straddled Whitley’s thighs again and slipped his warm hands under the hem of Whitley’s shirt to caress the flat expanse of his stomach.
Then very slowly, he worked the material up Whitley’s chest, and with a little help, pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side. Once fully divested of his clothing, Whitley felt exposed, and not in a good way. It didn’t help that Jude was just staring at him. He couldn’t decipher the look he was receiving, and only hoped he measured up to his mate’s expectations.

“You’re beautiful,” Jude whispered as he stretched out over Whitley and brushed his fingertips over his hip bone. Then his fingers walked up Whitley’s torso and gently wrapped around his wrist, pulling his arm away from his chest. “Don’t hide from me.” Whitley hadn’t even realized he’d been doing just that. He knew he wasn’t much to look at—certainly nothing like Jude. Every part of the man was utter perfection from the tip of his spiky hair to the bottom of his long toes. How could Whitley ever compare to that?

“You’re doing it again,” Jude chastised him. “I guess I’m going to have to distract you to get you to stop thinking everything into the ground.” With that, he palmed Whitley’s aching cock and stroked him from root to tip several times.

Whitley moaned and dropped his head back to the mattress as his hips arched up to slide his throbbing dick through Jude’s too-loose grasp. Somewhere in his lust-addled brain he heard the soft snick of a bottle cap, but he couldn’t be bothered with things like that when Jude’s hands on him felt so good.

Jude nudged his legs wider, and Whitley complied automatically, spreading his thighs and even going as far as to bend his knees and plant his feet on the mattress. He might not be able to think straight, but his body knew what it wanted and responded accordingly.

Then a slippery finger skimmed over his perineum and down the crease of his ass to circle his clenching hole. “Please!” he begged as his body shuddered and his entire world narrowed down to the nudge of his mate’s finger against his entrance.

Carefully, Jude’s digit worked its way inside his spasming channel and began a slow glide meant to torture and tease. That’s how
Whitley saw it anyway. Everything felt so amazing, but he needed more.

“Let go and stop thinking,” Jude ordered just before his mouth crashed down on Whitley’s again and his tongue plunged inside to explore and pillage the depths of his mouth. Whitley’s brain short-circuited, and he barely noticed when Jude inserted a second finger into his ass.

“Jude, please! Fuck me!” Whitley cried as he wrenched his mouth away and fisted his hands in the blankets beneath him.

A sharp pinch and a subtle burn accompanied the addition of a third finger into his needy hole. Jude pumped lazily, sawing his finger in and out as his mouth traveled along the column of Whitley’s throat and over his collarbones.

Just when Whitley thought he’d die if things didn’t move along, Jude’s fingers eased out of his tunnel, leaving him feeling empty and unsatisfied. He was back just a quickly though, positioning himself between Whitley’s thighs as he slicked his long, thick cock.

Bracing one hand beside Whitley’s head, Jude leaned over him and paused with the crown of his dick barely brushing against Whitley’s hole. “Deep breath, baby.”

No one had ever called him by an endearment, much as no one had ever given him a nickname. Whitley wished he could enjoy it more, but right then, all he wanted was that gorgeous dick buried deep inside him. So, he did as instructed, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

Jude stared into his eyes as he surged forward, impaling Whitley on his cock until he was sheathed to the root. Whitley’s eyes went wide, and he began to pant in earnest at the intense burn. God, he felt like he’d split in two. His inner walls strained as they stretched to maximum capacity to accommodate the massive girth of all ten inches of Jude’s shaft.

“Relax,” Jude coaxed, caressing Whitley’s chest with his palm.

“Just relax and breathe.” He began a slow glide, pulling all the way
out and slowly easing back in to the base. He did it several times, taking his time and allowing Whitley to adjust.

On the third inward stroke, the pain began to subside, and an intense, overwhelming pleasure took its place. Whitley reached up, curled his arms around Jude’s neck, and pulled the man down on top of him.

He couldn’t explain it, but he wanted to be as close to Jude as possible without crawling right inside his skin. Thankfully, his lover didn’t seem to mind, because he slid one hand under Whitley’s hips and lifted him off the mattress, holding him securely to his chest as he continued to thrust into his body again and again.

Whitley held on for dear life as electricity snapped and sizzled down his spine and his balls drew tight to his body, aching with his need for release. “Harder,” he whispered breathlessly.

Taking him at his word, Jude increased the pace, slamming into Whitley’s channel as he jerked his hips up on every thrust, burying his cock as deeply as possible. “Are you going to come for me again, Whit? Or are you going to make me work for it?” The words came out choppy and panted against his ear, but Whitley responded as though it had been a forceful command.

His back bowed, the cords in his neck strained, and he cried out to the ceiling when his orgasm slammed into him. Hot, sticky semen burst from his cock to slick their chests and abs where they pressed together, trapping his spurting cock between them.

Jude nuzzled his face against the side of Whitley’s neck and groaned while his muscles tensed and scorching lava bathed Whitley’s dark depths.

They slumped together in a sweaty, panting heap, and a contented smile played over Whitley’s lips. He felt so tired, but it was the good kind of exhaustion that meant he’d been well and truly ravished.

Eventually, Jude’s softening cock slipped from his still-twitching hole, and he rolled to the side, pulling Whitley with him and wrapping him up in his arms. “The next time will be better,” he vowed.
Whitley didn’t see how the man was going to top that one. “It was perfect.”

“I’ve never gone bareback before. I didn’t realize it would feel so good.”

“Never?”

“No.” Jude peppered kisses over Whitley’s temple. “I didn’t want to take a chance of accidently claiming a mate.”

“So, orcas claim their mates by coming inside them?” Had Whitley just been claimed? How did he feel about that?”

“Well, if you want to be blunt and crass about it, yes.” Jude nuzzled him some more. “You’re mine now, Whitley Turner. I hope you’re okay with that.”

Whitley closed his eyes and sighed. “Yeah, I think I’m more than okay with that.”

“So, how do swans claim their mates?”

“We don’t really. There’s no special bite or secret handshake or anything like that. Swans mate for life and swan shifters are fiercely loyal. You’re kind of stuck with me now.” He said it flippantly, but he hoped Jude would take it for the vow of his faithfulness that it was.