Of Cocoa and Men 01 (5 page)
He began panting Dayton’s name, over and over. It was like Dayton was making magic with his body, and the man was a master magician.
He threw his head from side to side, fists opening and closing in the sheets. He only stopped when Dayton’s hands cupped his head, stilling his restless, needful movements.
“Connor. Love. Mate.”
Connor whimpered at the words, his body bucking, wanting more.
“Shh. Listen a moment. I don’t have any condoms.”
Damn it. He whimpered. “I don’t either.”
“It’s okay, though. My kind -- we can’t get diseases, we can’t pass them on.”
“Really?”
Dayton nodded.
“Then we don’t need condoms.” He reached for Datyon, but the man stayed out of reach. “What?” he whined.
“I’ve never done it without a condom before because, if we do this, if I put my scent inside you, then you’re mine. My mate. For life.”
“Oh...” He liked the sound of that. He liked knowing Dayton had never gone this far with anyone else, that he himself was, while not a virgin, not exactly experienced. They’d kind of been waiting for each other.
Dayton waited for more, looking down at him, brow furrowed.
Opening his arms, he bucked up again. “Come on, then. Make me your mate.”
Growling, Dayton brought their mouths together, his kiss wild, driving Connor’s need higher. He wrapped his legs around Dayton’s waist again, tugging, wanting more, needing it.
More growls filled the air as Dayton shifted, his hard, hot cock pressing against Connor’s entrance. It made Connor whimper and he pulled with his legs again. “Come on!”
Come on, Dayton did, the hard cock pushing in, stretching him so wide. The burn was better than he would have thought and it quickly eased into incredible warmth that soon was the most pleasure he’d ever felt.
Putting his own head back, Connor felt this sound rip out of him. It was suspiciously like a howl, and Dayton answered it, was right there for him as their bodies came together in hard thrusts. The slap and bump of their skin filled the air, along with the noises they both made.
The pleasure built, making his balls tight, his cock harder than it had ever been. Then, without a touch to it, Connor came. Another howl ripped out of him, and again Dayton answered it, their voices ringing together.
Heat filled him deep, deep inside, and then Dayton collapsed onto him and they panted, their breath mingling as they nuzzled.
“Wow,” he said softly. “That was. Wow.”
Dayton kissed the side of his neck, cock sliding out of his body.
“You...”
“What?” Dayton asked, nudging him when he didn’t continue.
“That stuff about mates and life. That wasn’t just to get me into bed, was it?”
Growling softly, Dayton tugged him in close, burying them both in the covers. “Just try and get away. You’re mine now.”
“Oh. Okay, good.”
Maybe he should have been a little concerned that the local bad boy thought they belonged together for life after just one shared orgasm. But then he would have to be concerned about himself, too, because he felt exactly the same way.
And in the End
Dayton woke alone, but his mate’s scent was all around him, so he opened his eyes slowly, stretched, his hand going to the empty place on the bed next to him. Still warm. Connor hadn’t been up for long.
A moment later he caught the spice and sugar and male scent that was his lover. And chocolate.
Connor was bringing him hot chocolate in bed. The man truly was his mate.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher.
Of Cocoa and Men
SPICE IT UP
An imprint of Torquere Press Publishers
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Round Rock, TX 78680
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2011 by Vic Winter
Cover illustration by Alessia Brio
Published with permission
ISBN: 978-1-61040-185-2
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First Torquere Press Printing: March 2011
Printed in the USA
