03-Strength of the Mate (39 page)

Tim smiled. “Yeah, I do, Adam,” he said softly. “And you and I both know, life is too short to leave it unsaid, even when it’s obvious. I love you, too, bro.”

Adam sat forward. “Okay, I’m gonna go now, before we start singing Kumbaya.”

Tim laughed, reaching for his computer mouse. “Enjoy the full moon.”

“Back at ya.”

Tim disappeared from Adam’s computer screen. Closing down his laptop, Adam decided it was time to try to sleep. He started removing his clothing, wondering if there was something else he should do to make things ready for Dawson in the morning. Everyone had made it clear that some pretty intense sex was on the agenda for tomorrow.

An idea occurred to Adam. Sliding open the bedside table, he removed the brown canvas supply kit from the drawer.

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Adam was dragged out of sleep against his will. There were voices outside the window, but they were obliterated by the sound of Dawson bursting in through the door. Pushing up onto one elbow, Adam was abruptly awake and alert.

Looking back over his shoulder, he found Dawson standing in the open doorway. The light inside the hooch was dim, leaving Dawson backlit by the growing brightness outside. Adam’s heart raced with excitement at the sight of Dawson’s broad shoulders filling the doorway. His cock was already fully hard from his morning erection, and it ached painfully as his arousal spiked.

Stepping inside, Dawson closed the door behind him. Adam’s eyes adjusted a little more. At the expression on Dawson’s face, desire tightened Adam’s gut. His eyes were violet, and more wolf than human. His face was flushed, his full lips hanging slack as his gaze roamed all over Adam’s sheet-covered body.

Dawson wore the same clothes he’d had on when he’d left the evening before, except now he was disheveled. His T-shirt hung loose over the waist of his unfastened uniform pants. He hadn’t bothered to lace up his boots when he’d put them on. He looked hungry and predatory. The way he silently watched him, made Adam feel like he was the only thing that could satisfy Dawson’s hunger.

Adam pushed the sheet off of his naked body. He spread his knees wide, pushing a pillow beneath his hips. He cradled a second pillow to his chest, lowering his cheek to the bed. Adam put himself on display, offering himself for anything Dawson needed or wanted. He buried his face in the pillow beneath his cheek, hiding how vulnerable he felt with his ass spread and propped in the air.

Behind him, Dawson gasped. The sound raised gooseflesh on Adam’s skin. A shiver ran through him.

Adam tensed at the sound of Dawson’s heavy boots striding quickly across the floor.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Dawson said, his voice breathy. He gripped Adam’s ass hard, the tips of his fingers digging in deep. His dog tags rested against Adam’s spine. The warm skin of his chest trapped Dawson’s tags between them, and told Adam he’d already stripped off his shirt. “I love the way you feel against me. Your body is gorgeous. You smell fucking fantastic. You’re so eager and responsive. I can’t fucking believe you let me be with you.”

Adam moaned, arching into the blissful feel of Dawson’s hands running along his skin. He bared the back of his neck to Dawson’s wet kisses, and the sharp nipping of his teeth. He breathed heavily through his parted lips, his cock pulsing as Dawson murmured compliments against his skin.

The bed shook slightly with Dawson’s movements as he kissed down the length of Adam’s spine. Two loud thumps told Adam that Dawson had toed off his boots, leaving them as forgotten as the T-shirt he’d shed moments ago.

“Your skin is warm and smooth,” Dawson said in a gravelly voice. “I love the feel of it against mine. Jesus, you’re so sexy. Your broad shoulders are strong. Your hips are almost narrow enough for me to span your waist with my hands.” Dawson demonstrated, holding Adam’s waist firmly, leaving him feeling safe and secure. “I love touching your ass and thighs. I can feel how strong you are.”

Dawson ran his palms down Adam’s inner thighs. He bit into each of Adam’s ass cheeks in turn. Adam jolted, gasping loudly when Dawson licked at the base of his balls. Dawson dragged the flat of his tongue upward, toward Adam’s hole.

Suddenly, Dawson froze. He held Adam’s ass spread wide open, his grip almost bruising. He exhaled warm puffs of air into the crease of Adam’s ass. “Oh God, you got yourself ready for me,” Dawson said with wonder. “You’re so fucking amazing.”

Kneeling up, Dawson held one of Adam’s hips in a tight grip. His pants scraped against Adam’s ass and thighs as he struggled out of them. Adam reached his hand into the case covering the pillow he cradled against his chest. He withdrew the bottle of lubricant and pushed it back toward Dawson.

Before Adam let go of the bottle, Dawson’s fingers wrapped around his. He gave Adam’s hand a brief, firm squeeze, before releasing him and taking the lube.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are like this,” Dawson murmured as he slicked his own cock. “You’re all spread out for me. Your gorgeous ass looks like it’s waiting just for me.”

It was. Adam was. He just couldn’t form the words.

The small bottle landed on the bed beside Adam. Both of Dawson’s hands gripped his hips hard. Adam clutched the pillow tighter beneath him, sinking his teeth into a corner of the case. He moaned, rocking backward slightly as Dawson slid his hard-on along the crack of Adam’s ass.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” Dawson whispered harshly.

The firm, blunt head of Dawson’s cock pushed against Adam’s hole. Adam trembled, breathing deep, willing his body to relax. Dawson pushed forward and Adam rocked backward, eager to feel stretched and full.

“Yeah, that’s it…just like that…you’re fucking gorgeous…I’m so glad you let me be with you like this …”

Dawson gave a firm thrust of his hips. Adam pushed backward into the pressure against his asshole. Dawson pressed his hard-on inward relentlessly. Adam’s body began to give, until Dawson’s cock abruptly breached him.

With the pillowcase clenched between his teeth, Adam groaned. His hole clenched at Dawson’s erection. He pushed himself backward, sliding down the length of Dawson’s shaft. Adam rocked forward slightly, then pressed his ass backward to meet Dawson’s thrust. Pleasure slithered up his spine as Dawson stretched and filled him.

Adam cried out when Dawson’s cock slid all the way inside him. His own erection swung heavily between his thighs. He groaned, arching his spine into the pressure and sensation deep inside him.

Dawson lowered himself over Adam, his dog tags trapped between them. Adam bowed his spine, taking Dawson’s hard-on a little deeper. He moaned in pleasure, a tremor running through him as Dawson caressed him.

“Does that feel good?” Dawson whispered against Adam’s shoulder. “Do I make you feel good?” Dawson rubbed his cheek against Adam’s shoulder blade, his light stubble making Adam’s skin tingle.

Adam moved against Dawson, writhing against his greater weight and strength. He flexed his hips, tightly clenching his ass around Dawson’s cock. He was eager for Dawson to pin him to the bed and fuck him hard.

“I love to feel you against me,” Dawson murmured. He caressed Adam’s sides, his chest, and his stomach. “What do you want? Tell me what you need. I’ll do anything you want. Just tell me.”

Adam loved having Dawson inside him. The commanding, powerful, and demanding way Dawson fucked him was his dream come true, literally. Dawson was perfect; he didn’t need any guidance at all. Especially if he kept touching Adam like he was now.

Dawson moved his hips. He fucked Adam slow and hard. His skin was hot against Adam’s ass. It was nice; so nice.

“Does this feel good?” Dawson asked. “I want you to feel good. Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me,” Adam said, his voice rough to his own ears. “Just fuck me.”

Dawson growled, biting sharply at the skin over Adam’s shoulder blade. “Tell me how,” he whispered hoarsely. “Tell me what you like. I need to make it good for you.” He gripped Adam’s hips, fucking into him faster.

Adam widened his knees, opening himself even more. He braced his elbows, pushing himself forcefully down over Dawson’s cock. “You do. You already do make it good. Just fuck me.”

Dawson knelt up and Adam missed the heat of him against his back. Adam braced himself against Dawson’s brutal thrusts. His cries drowned out the rhythmic slaps of his ass meeting Dawson’s hips. Adam’s skin tingled as Dawson slammed into him.

Stretching his arms over his head, Adam dropped his shoulders lower, his spine arching more sharply. Dawson’s cock slid in deeper on every thrust. Adam strained against Dawson’s hard thrusts. He had his ass on display and he hoped Dawson liked the show.

“Jesus, look at you,” Dawson said in a harsh whisper. “I see your muscles moving beneath your skin. Such a beautiful, tight ass.” He rubbed his palms over Adam’s ass cheeks, giving each a hard squeeze. “Your hole is shiny from the lube. I love watching my dick slide in and out of you. Your asshole clenches around me, like it’s trying to drag me inside.”

Dawson’s dirty talk tightened something low in Adam’s gut, sending a shiver of desire coursing through him. He pressed his forehead into the mattress, rocking backward hard into Dawson. He grunted and shouted as the head of Dawson’s cock rubbed over and against his sensitive gland. Dawson was merciless as he fucked Adam. His dirty talk was so fucking arousing, and this time it was right. Adam couldn’t get enough of Dawson fucking him.

“I felt that,” Dawson gasped. “I felt you getting off on me talking. Your sweet little ass likes my cock, doesn’t it? I love seeing you with your ass in the air, eager for my cock. You love that, too, don’t you? You like it when I shove you down into the bed, huh? You get fucking turned on when I make it so you can’t move.”

Adam gripped the pillow again, struggling for better leverage. He pushed back hard against Dawson’s hips. “Oh, fuck, yeah, like that,” Adam chanted. His voice broke on every other word, making his desperation obvious. “Feels so good. So fucking good.”

The feel of Dawson burying his fingers in Adam’s hair made Adam’s toes curl. His own erection pulsed against the pillow beneath his hips. “Ohgodohgodohgod,” Adam chanted in a whisper, waiting for the stinging pull to his scalp.

“You like this?” Dawson growled. “You like it when I do this? Tell me you like this.”

“Yeah,” Adam replied breathlessly, “Do it… do it…harder… please…rough… rougher… harder.”

Dawson used his grip on Adam’s hair to yank his head back roughly. Adam cried out, ecstasy cascading through his system like a shower of sparks. His mouth fell open as he groaned in pleasure, his chest heaving with each harsh breath.

“Like this? This how you want me to do it?” Dawson kept Adam’s neck arched, leaving his throat bare and vulnerable. “This how you like it?” He twisted his fist, tightening the pull on Adam’s hair.

Adam whimpered. “Yeah, like that.”

Dawson relaxed his grip. “Like how?” he asked teasingly.

Adam writhed, frustrated with Dawson’s gentle touches. “Harder,” Adam pleaded. “I need it harder…please…oh God, please.”

Adam was covered by Dawson, his weight pressing Adam deep into the bed. The heat of Dawson’s body seeped into Adam’s. Dawson kept Adam’s head tilted backward as he brushed their cheeks together. He panted heavily, his breath hot as he kept up his punishing rhythm in Adam’s ass.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” Dawson said against Adam’s shoulder. “I should be gentle with you.”

“No,” Adam said fiercely. He pushed his hips upward against Dawson. “No fucking way. I don’t hurt easy. Make me feel it…wanna feel it…wanna feel you…”

Dawson braced himself on one hand, keeping a tight grip on Adam’s hair with the other. He slammed his cock deep into Adam. Dawson plunged his tongue past Adam’s open lips. He bit sharply at Adam’s lower lip, then sucked it into his own mouth. “You feel this? You feel me inside you?”

“Yeah,” Adam whimpered. “Hold me…my hands…so I can’t move…”

Dawson moved fast, like Adam knew he would. With one hand, he stretched Adam’s arms almost to their limit. He trapped Adam’s wrists against the bed. He kneed Adam’s legs farther apart, leaving him helpless. Adam lay beneath Dawson’s heavy body, powerless against his greater strength, and the merciless thrust of his cock.

“I love that you let me do this,” Dawson whispered against the side of Adam’s neck. He sucked a bruise into the sensitive skin where Adam’s neck met his shoulder. “I love you helpless beneath me.”

“Keep marking me,” Adam demanded. “Use your teeth…your fangs…wanna feel you…feel you all over me…”

Dawson moaned as he sucked hard on Adam’s throat. He released the sore flesh and nipped at it sharply. Sharp, stinging pleasure shot through Adam, swelling his cock as it leaked into the pillow beneath him.

“I fucking love how bossy you are,” Dawson murmured in between bites to the tendon at the back of Adams’ neck. “Can’t believe you trust me like this.”

“Wanna feel you come,” Adam said brokenly. “Are you close? Want you to come inside my ass.”

“Fuck,” Dawson whispered. He sucked and nipped at Adam’s neck. “I’ll do anything you want me to. Tell me what you want…I’ll do it…tell me what to do…whatever you want…I’ll do it…”

“Like this…fuck me like this…hard…fast…wanna feel it…hold on to me…like this…” Adam lay pinned beneath Dawson. It didn’t make sense that he had this kind of power over someone as strong as Dawson.

Adam smiled in triumph when Dawson’s rhythm faltered. The thrust of his hips was erratic as he sank his teeth into Adam’s neck. A tremor ran through Dawson just before his body froze. Adam felt Dawson’s cock swell once more, warm fluid beginning to spill into his ass.

Closing his eyes, Adam listened to the desperate sounds Dawson made as he came. He stayed buried deep inside Adam. Each wave of his climax shook them violently, slamming the bed against the wall. Dawson kept his teeth in the tendon at the back of Adam’s neck, his desperate sounds becoming sobs.

When his orgasm passed, Dawson lay heavily on top of Adam. His breathing was harsh, his hands soothing on Adam’s cooling skin. Dawson was shattered, completely drained by his climax, and Adam was responsible. He almost couldn’t believe it.