Melbourne Heat (5 page)

Spreading Spencer’s cheeks wide, he probed the small entrance with the tip of his slick index finger. There was fierce resistance in the tight muscles as he pressed against the entrance.

“Oh yeah.” He exhaled a heavy breath. It looked like it had been a while since Spencer had taken a partner. The constrained muscles, the firmness of his closure, was proof it had been a least a short time.

He pressed in to the first knuckle. Spencer shuddered and moaned around his dick. The vibrations almost took Charles’ control away. He drew in a few quick breaths to regain his composure. Screwing his finger around, he felt the hot insides of Spencer’s walls.

Spencer mewled, the noise dampened as his mouth was full.

Charles had to admire the man. Despite the clear fact that he was distracted by Charles’ actions, Spencer continued to suck at him, licking along every vein and nerve.

Charles could feel his release growing, bubbling beneath the surface.

Not wanting to have Spencer miss out, Charles pressed his shoulders into the mattress to arch his back and lift his head high. After removing his finger he then cupped his palms around Spencer’s slender hips. Tilting his ass downward, he positioned Spencer perfectly.

Charles ran his tongue wetly around the still small hole of Spencer’s anus. The skin was rough and ridged. Spencer again shook with the force of his reaction. Charles closed his eyes to try and focus himself on enjoying every second. He could feel the need to come clawing at him, but he squashed the sensation with everything in him.

He thrust his tongue sharply inside Spencer, as deep as he could.

Spencer cried out around his cock.

He speared in and out, twisting and turning his head to change angles and pump into the young man. Charles lapped at Spencer’s walls, seeking out all his sensitive places. When he found one, he grazed his tongue over it roughly, stimulating it while he lubricated the inside of Spencer’s ass.

Spencer was now shifting restlessly on top of him, his need growing.

Charles could feel the wet dampness of where Spencer’s cock leaked, pressed down against his chest. Spencer’s hips jerked as he sought some measure of relief. Charles continued to thrust his tongue harder and harder inside Spencer’s arse. He lifted a hand and brought it between their bodies. He clenched a fist around Spencer’s cock and ran his palm over the tip. Spreading pre-cum around so the motion wouldn’t be too rough, Charles then moved his hand in time with his tongue.

Charles fucked Spencer’s arse as he yanked on his cock.

Spencer quivered at this dual assault. He slipped on his elbow and almost lost his balance. Charles pumped harder. There was something about this, the gentleness encased in rough play, that got his dick to stand at attention every time. Something inside him just roared for more and whether that was his beast or his humanity Charles didn’t know and couldn’t care less.

Despite the distraction, Spencer continued to fellate him vigorously. Charles knew he’d come any moment and so he quickened his pace, determined that Spencer would climax with him.

Rimming him furiously hard, Charles moved his hand with blurring speed. When he reached the tip of Spencer’s head, he gave a few vicious twists, screwing his top at its most sensitive peak. Charles opened his mouth, and while his tongue continued to pump inside Spencer’s passage, he grazed his teeth on the soft globes of his buttocks. The smooth skin drew his attention. He withdrew his tongue and nipped the tender rump. Not enough to sting, but enough to certainly prove he could and perhaps would.

The mental suggestion seemed to pierce the last of Spencer’s resistance. The man shuddered, the sensation moving him bodily. Charles could feel Spencer’s cock strain and tighten then ejaculate. Hot seed splashed between their bodies and over his hand. Charles knew his own climax was only a short moment away. He thrust his tongue back into Spencer, riding the moment. Charles grunted as he finally also found release.

He surged his hips upward off the mattress. Pushing his dick as deeply down Spencer’s throat as he could manage, he shook his head and came in a hot wave. Spencer’s mouth closed around him as he swallowed his seed. The motion caressed his head and Charles had to force himself not to be rougher with the man.

His beast surged up, demanding that he fuck him hard. Bite him. Claim him. Charles knew it was too soon, but the need rode him. There was still far too much unknown between them.

Charles collapsed back on the bed, sinking into its softness. Spencer trembled and followed him down. They both lay there, panting, sweating and shaking.

When Spencer slid off his body and onto the sheets, Charles couldn’t find the strength to move just yet.

After a minute, Spencer sat up.

Charles turned to face him and smiled. Spencer was amazing, and they’d barely scratched the surface of each other personally or what they could achieve together sexually.

“I’ll just go wash up,” Spencer said.

He turned and Charles reached out a hand and placed it tenderly on Spencer’s hip. Charles drew him close and obligingly Spencer lay back down.

Charles could smell the scent of his mate—
his
—on his body, in his bed and smeared around his mouth. Even though he’d come hard just seconds earlier, his cock remained stiff and eager. Charles knew he was up for a second round. He could only hope Spencer was, too.

Charles lifted himself up and rested on his side, his elbow pressing into the bed. He ran a hand slowly down the length of Spencer’s body. Charles traced his fingers along the sensitive places of Spencer’s ribcage, then down to play around the base of his shaft.

Spencer moaned and his cock twitched eagerly, beginning to rise once again.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” Charles said, struggling hard to keep the feral growl out of his tone.

Chapter Four

Charles had to struggle to not smile.

Spencer’s mouth fell open at his comment, though his growing erection showed clear as day that he, too, could be persuaded for seconds. Charles was thrilled to notice there was no more hesitation in Spencer’s body language or his movements. He lay comfortably on the bed, open emotionally and physically. Charles swore he’d do everything in his power to make sure he never did anything to Spencer to cause him to shut him out or close down on him.

Leaning over so his lips rested close to Spencer’s ear, Charles whispered to him. “Now I’m going to give you just a taste of what I can do for you,” he promised darkly.

Eagerly, Charles knelt up on the bed and scooted over to the bedside table. He opened a drawer and quickly surveyed the various toys and goodies he had stashed there.

Some of the stranger, heavier gear was locked in a trunk in his closet, but Charles didn’t have the patience or desire to do anything too complicated just now. He hoped he’d be able to discuss some of his toys—he couldn’t wait to try the sex swing with Spencer—at a later time. For now, though, he’d go with simple, tried and true games.

Charles broke open a condom packet and sheathed his erection, knowing that when he finally let himself penetrate Spencer later he’d not want to stop and take care of the niceties. He then withdrew a tube of lubricant, a cock ring and an anal wand then shut the drawer. Crawling back to Spencer, he held the three items out so he could clearly see them. Spencer’s gaze flicked between the items, lingering longest on the cock ring.

“You up for this?” Charles asked.

Spencer licked his lips and nodded.

Not giving Spencer a chance to talk himself out of it, Charles dropped the three items next to Spencer on the bed and crouched down. Opening his mouth, he took the head and first few inches of Spencer’s dick in his mouth. Gripping him in one hand, Charles stroked the shaft as he sucked on the head.

Spencer kicked his hips up, moaning in pleasure.

Charles worked him just a little, then lifted himself up.

“No!” Spencer protested as the warmth of Charles’ mouth left him.

“You won’t notice in a minute,” Charles promised him.

Still fisting his cock, Charles grabbed the cock ring in his other hand. It took practically no time for Spencer’s erection to rise from half mast to near full. Charles carefully placed the ring on and tightened it just so.

“There now,” he said. Charles moved back and admired the picture Spencer made. With his legs splayed and crooked, leaning onto the pillows looking all flushed, hair mussed and already thoroughly fucked, Spencer was a decadent sight to behold. Charles took a mental snapshot, positive that regardless of how this all ended up, this particular picture would fuel more than a few shower jerk-off sessions.

He looked good enough to eat.

“You look delectable,” Charles said, “but I need you in front of me, please. On your hands and knees.”

Spencer moved languidly, seeming to know now the power he had over Charles. He stalked into position and gave a cute wriggle of his arse when he was done.

Refusing to be distracted, Charles placed a good-sized dollop of lube on the tip of the anal wand and placed the tube under the pillow. Moving around, Charles parted Spencer’s cheeks. With his other hand, Charles rubbed the slick top of the wand over Spencer’s hole, greasing it thoroughly.

The wand had a succession of knob-like beads, starting with the smallest on the tip and building to the largest down the end. Prior experience had Charles confident that by the time Spencer’s body took the third or fourth, he should be able to angle it over the man’s prostate. That was when he planned to really start the fun.

Twisting the wand, Charles screwed the first, smallest knob into Spencer’s ass. He cried out but eagerly accepted it. Giving him no room for breath, Charles promptly pressed the second ball in, too.

“Oh, shit,” Spencer moaned. “That feels so fucking good.”

“It’s meant to,” Charles replied. “Sounds like you’re already ready for the next.”

He worked the third ball in and angled the wand to press upward. Wriggling it from side to side, he manipulated the first ball, searching for Spencer’s prostate. A hasty, sucked in breath told him when he had found his target. A visible shudder climbed Spencer’s body from his hips up his spine.

Satisfaction rolled through Charles. His own cock was hard and leaking. He wished he could fuck Spencer’s mouth while he did this, though it wasn’t possible. Maybe he’d get that dildo mouth-gag he’d been eyeing in a catalog recently.

That thought had him even hornier than he’d been moments before.

Making sure to press against Spencer’s prostate as much as possible, Charles eased the next ball in. He rose up on his knees and leaned his chest against Spencer’s back. Still screwing the wand around and even pumping it a bit, Charles reached out a hand and lightly pinched one of Spencer’s nipples.

“Ah!” Spencer gasped.

The delicious way he moved, rocking his hips and arching his spine, made Charles’ mouth water with need. His inner beast snarled and he had to control himself ruthlessly to not go over the top right now. He shoved a fifth knob into Spencer’s ass and relished the high-pitched, keening wail this elicited. The sound was instinctive and beyond words.

Charles thrust the wand, moved it into Spencer’s arse, then out, then in and out, repeating the motion. He kept the wand angled so his prostate was massaged and the knob would push against all the sensitive nerves around his opening.

He fucked him hard with the wand, increasing the tempo until Spencer’s arms shook with the effort of supporting his weight. Knowing he was close, Charles panted and tried to control himself. He sweated, the drops beading on his skin and running down his spine.

“Yes, oh yes,” Spencer sighed. He threw his head back, his hair sticking to the sweat running down the side of his face and his neck.

Charles noticed Spencer had his eyes closed. His neck arched, deliciously enticing. Charles’ wolf clawed, demanding release. Charles knew he couldn’t last too much longer. He pinched Spencer’s nipple one last time, drawing a strangled cry from the man. Charles backed away and turned enough so he could grab the tube of lubricant. He squirted some on his cock, spreading it slickly with one long, smooth gesture, and shoved the lube out of the way.

He pumped the wand twice more then started to ease the balls slowly but steadily out, emptying Spencer’s arse.

“No, no, no, please,” Spencer cried.

“This isn’t punishment,” Charles said thickly, “I’m going to fuck you till we both can’t move.”

Charles removed the wand and dropped it aside. Spencer’s asshole gaped but rapidly began to close. He waited a moment, toying with the knowledge of what was to come and enjoying this second in time. There was only one first time between partners, and this would be theirs.

Spreading Spencer’s ass, Charles drew in a deep breath, angled himself properly and plunged in. Even though he was thoroughly greased and Spencer had been stretched by the beads, Charles could feel the tightness of his partner’s passage. He forced himself to pause and give Spencer time to adjust. He’d cried out initially, but now only panted. Charles guessed he was thicker than Spencer was used to.

Spencer wriggled back and Charles took the hint. He reached an arm around them and cupped Spencer’s balls. Holding Spencer’s hip for purchase with his other hand, Charles drew his dick out and slammed it back in, setting up a quick, fierce pace. Fisting Spencer’s cock, he stroked him. His hand soon grew slick as Spencer’s dick leaked copiously.

The air filled with the sound of their fucking. Flesh slapping, harsh panting, small sex noises that were unmistakable.

“I need to come,” Spencer whimpered. “Please. Now.”

Charles stroked him a few more times, then lowered his hand to grapple with the release mechanism. He paused just a second longer than necessary, drinking in the soft cries as the ring held off Spencer’s imminent release. When Spencer gasped, Charles judged it to be time and removed the ring.

Almost immediately Spencer screamed and his body shook.

Charles placed both his hands on Spencer’s hips and drew his body back farther onto his pounding dick. Spencer bucked wildly and the air filled with the musky smell of his cum. Hovering on the brink, Charles threw his head back and closed his eyes against the bliss that swamped him.