Wesley (20 page)

Armando hummed as he stepped fully under the water, soaking his hair and wetting his face.

“Can I wash you?” Wes asked.

Armando couldn’t wait to feel Wes’ hands running over him. “Please.” And he wanted to touch Wes, too. When he turned around, Wes was right there, and their chests touched. Which of them moaned the loudest was hard to tell. Armando stood on his toes and moved from side to side, his nipples stimulated by the dense, wiry hair on Wes’ pecs.

Wes cupped his nape and his shoulder then kissed Armando again, this one more teeth than lips and tongue as desire burned into a need that was almost painful.

Armando couldn’t seem to stop himself from scratching at Wes’ back, his nails likely leaving red and pink trails behind as he raked them down from Wes’ shoulder blades to his butt. Wes growled into the kiss and held Armando tighter. Armando thrust his hips, his cock slick and hard and lined up so nicely against Wes’.

They stumbled, Armando going back as he sought support. Wes went with him, and the contact with the shower wall was jarring. Armando gasped as his head smacked the tile. Pain caused his vision to explode into a field of bright white.

“Fuck!” Wes pulled him forward and felt his head. Armando yelped when he touched the knot there. “Sorry, shit I’m sorry.”

“S’okay.” Armando felt the bump and winced. “I forgot all about it. You kind of melt me inside.”

“Same goes.” Wes took a half-step back and eyed him. “Okay, I’m going to wash you, and not concuss you, I hope. If you don’t feel comfortable with me touching you anywhere, just tell me or tap my hand.”

Armando planned to keep himself too busy to freak out. “Hand me one of the scrubbers.”

Wes plucked a blue mesh scrubber from a hook on the shelf and tossed it to Armando. They took turns pouring some body wash on their respective implements then it was soap and skin and Armando lost his worries as he finally got to touch Wes—everywhere.

Wes, for all that he was taller and more muscular, had tiny nipples in that mass of chest hair, and they were a pale coral colour. Armando used shampoo on that mat then licked the pebbled nipples after he’d rinsed the soap off. He purposefully kept his mind focused on discovering every sensitive spot on Wes’ body rather than thinking about how Wes was touching him and where.

Armando ran his fingers through Wes’ chest hair and went back to nibbling on his tits. He pinched and bit, licked and twisted, turning them a deep rose colour while Wes asked him for more.

“They’re going to ache,” he warned, but Wes merely guided his head back towards one pointed nub. Armando didn’t need to be told twice.

“Ah! Harder,” Wes ordered, sticking his chest out. Armando bit as hard as he dared while at the same time he cupped Wes’ firm ass. When Wes shouted, Armando didn’t let up, but trailed his fingers down the furrow of Wes’ crease. He thumbed over Wes’ hole, rubbing the ruched skin. Wes slapped a hand against the wall and kept his other on the side of Armando’s face.

Armando pressed harder on Wes’ hole, each touch to it making him more eager to bury his cock in there and much less nervous about doing so. He moved closer to Wes so he could get a better grip on Wes’ ass. Despite Wes’ protest, Armando left off tormenting his nipples and instead knelt on the shower floor.

Wes’ cock, huge thing that it was, stood tall and proud, almost touching his belly button. Armando licked a strip down it from slit to balls. He pushed the tip of his thumb into Wes’ asshole, barely entering him. Wes howled and his cock jumped. Armando had to bring a hand back around to ring the base of Wes’ dick, because he needed it in his mouth more than he needed to breathe.

As soon as he engulfed the tip, he also pushed his thumb fully into Wes’ hole. He sucked hard, flicking his tongue over Wes’ slip multiple times, and rotated his thumb, feeling the warmth and mind-boggling tightness as Wes’ sphincter clamped around it.

And even though he knew better, Armando couldn’t help but doubt that his dick would fit in those tight confines. No matter what he knew about stretching and prep, Wes’ little pucker just seemed too tiny to take Armando’s girth. Maybe he needed a look at it—

But he was pulled up, his thumb plopping out as he was brought to his feet.

“Sorry,” Wes rasped, chest heaving. “Bed.”

Rather than be angry at being manhandled, Armando was turned on even more by Wes’ obvious excitement. It was a powerful thing knowing he had pushed Wes to the point of one-word sentences. Armando made sure they were both rinsed before he let Wes shut the water off, then it was a race to the bed, both of them dripping wet and not caring. Drying off was nowhere on their list of priorities.

Wes went down on his back, sprawling and splaying his arms and legs wide open. Armando followed him down, fingers finding the hot, hard tips of his tits while he settled his mouth right on Wes’.

Wes held him almost too close, making each breath a struggle. Armando bit his lips in reprimand, and wiggled. Wes loosened his grip and Armando pinched his nipples, adding a bit of twist so that Wes opened his mouth to wail.

Armando seized full control of the kiss. His tongue brushed over not one but two very sharp teeth. Wes quaked beneath him and jerked his arms up above his head. Armando suckled on Wes’ top lip then looked at Wes’ hands where he gripped the headboard. Instead of fingernails, black claws, long and curved, tipped his fingers.

“Are you shifting all the way?” Because Armando didn’t think he could make love to an animal, even if it was his mate. That was just a taboo he had no interest in. Whether time would change that, he hadn’t a clue and wasn’t about to think on.

“No.” Wes opened his mouth then, showing the elongated canines that definitely did not belong to a human. “It happens with mates, I guess. I… I want to bite you, Armando. I’m afraid I will, and scratch you, mark you all over.”

It sounded painful and enticing. Armando had never cared for pain, and honestly he didn’t know how he’d react to it even if he kind of wanted to be marked. It was probably best that Wes kept his teeth and claws out of Armando until they knew how he’d react to such stimuli.

“I won’t hurt you,” Wes said quietly. “I won’t. I’m not going to let go of the headboard even though I’m dying to touch you.”

“I appreciate you doing so,” Armando replied. “Holding the headboard, I mean. Don’t do the dying thing.”

Wes spread his legs wider. “I might if you don’t do something to me. With me, whatever. Jeez, Armando. I need something. No, I need you.”

“You have me.” He wouldn’t let Wes down. Armando nudged Wes’ hip. “Roll over for me?”

Wes rolled, releasing the headboard only long enough to flip onto his belly. Armando’s cock throbbed at the sweet sight of his hairy butt, the crevice dark and enticing. Armando pushed at Wes’ knees. “Up, up. I want at that ass.”

Wes moaned and got his knees tucked under him, his ass cheeks spread enough for Armando to see his pucker. He rubbed the fuzzy globes, gently first, then harder, exposing Wes’ hole until it gaped. Then Armando held him there, open, aching, and leant down to lick the little ring.

Wes pushed back against him, and Armando let go of his ass to hold his hips instead. He dug right in, eating Wes’ hole as if he’d been born to do it. Armando thrust his tongue past the guardian muscle and scraped his teeth over the wrinkled skin. He curled his fingers against Wes’ skin and muscles, hard enough that he knew he’d leave bruises.

But Wes moaned and whined and rocked into each touch, each thrust of tongue. Armando had never enjoyed rimming much, from either end of it, and certainly not like he was with his mate. It was like he couldn’t get enough of Wes’ taste, of his texture and sounds.

It was only Armando’s own sharp, painful need that had him eventually pulling his face out of Wes’ crack and slipping a spit-slicked finger into his hole. If he didn’t get his dick in there soon, he was going to come or keel over, one of the two.

“You have some kind of lube?” he scraped out as Wes’ ring clenched around his knuckle.

Wes panted and wiggled, his body demanded more. “Please, Armando, come on—”

“I need lube,” Armando said firmly even though he was close to melting down and taking Wes without it.

“God damn it, medicine cabinet,” Wes snarled, raising his head to glare over his shoulder at Armando. “Can’t you just spit and fuck me?”

Armando pushed the tip of a second finger into Wes’ hole, careful because while he wanted to make his point, he didn’t want to hurt Wes.

Wes hissed and pulled away. “Lube, yeah. That burned.”

“It would more than burn if I just hammered into you, Wes. What you’ve seen in pornos doesn’t always work in real life, or for everyone.” Fucking without lube was something to do once Wes had got used to having a dick up his ass. “I’ll be right back.” Armando sucked a pretty purple mark up on Wes’ right butt cheek as he withdrew his finger from Wes’ hole. He lapped at the spot, tugged the fuzzy hair with his teeth, then backed off the bed and almost fell right onto his ass.

“Armando?” Wes asked, twisting around in a way that looked painful.

Armando waved and chuckled at himself. His legs were shaky, his arousal so intense that walking was a challenge. But failure meant no lube, so he made it into the bathroom and jerked open the medicine cabinet. A brand new shiny black bottle of Purfection lube was right there on the middle shelf. Armando took it out and shut the cabinet. As he walked back to the bed, he opened the bottle of lube and flipped the cap up.

Then he almost choked on his tongue as he saw Wes reach behind himself and poke at his pucker. Armando’s gaze darted back and forth between Wes’ blissed-out expression and his exploration of his ring. Around and around Wes traced that ruched skin, and Armando couldn’t do anything but watch until Wes crooked the very finger he’d used to touch himself.

“Come on and put some of that lube on here.”

Armando’s formerly shaky legs now rocketed him across the room at record speed. He bounced onto the bed, jostling Wes and making the man laugh. Armando helped him to get back into position then he upended the bottle and poured the lube right into Wes’ crease.

The dark hair there went darker as it was wetted. It shone, almost sparkling as Armando chased it down with his fingers. He rubbed Wes’ hole firmly, feeling the muscle there begin to loosen, then he pushed two fingers in, slowly and steadily.

Wes spread his legs, his knees sliding on top of the blanket. “Ah, yes,” he hissed. “More.”

Armando gave him mind-blowing sensations, crooking his fingers and stroking over his prostate. The curse words that shot out of Wes’ mouth were impressive and possibly the most creatively combined ones Armando had ever heard.

“You like that?” he teased, brushing over Wes’ gland again.

“Whaddaya think?” Wes retorted, rolling his hips and humping Armando’s digits.

Armando leaned over and bit the mark he’d left on Wes’ ass. “I think you should be nicer to the man who is bringing you so much pleasure.” He wasn’t serious, because Wes was being very, very nice, moaning and purring and panting for him. In fact, the only way it could get better was if Armando felt it from the inside. He’d bet Wes’ entire body vibrated with some of those sounds, and he’d feel it all around his dick in Wes’ ass.

Instead of a comeback, Wes let go of the headboard with one hand and reached beneath himself. Armando used his thumb to continue loosening Wes’ pucker while inside his fingers kept priming Wes’ arousal.

When Wes began to shake, his buttocks quivering as his balls drew tight, Armando pulled his fingers from Wes’ ass.

“Now you get me,” he said when Wes made a protesting sound. “Not just my fingers. This.” He lined his cock up and let the head kiss Wes’ hole.

“Want it, please, Armando.” He looked delirious with lust, his body sheened with sweat, his muscles taut as another tremor rolled over him.

Armando leant forward and gripped Wes’ shoulder, which pushed his crown into the ringed heat of Wes’ ass. Armando’s breath was squeezed right out of his lungs just like his cock was squeezed so tight by Wes’ body. He grunted and jerked his hips in response, sinking in another inch, the flared tip stretching Wes wide.

“Fuck,” Wes groaned. “Fuck, that’s huge—”

Armando started to pull out, but Wes’ inner walls gripped and massaged his cock, and Wes himself growled and stopped tugging his dick long enough to reach for Armando. “I don’t want to hurt you,” Armando tried to explain.

Wes rolled his head to glare at Armando. “I’m a shifter. I won’t break. We’re a rough bunch.”

They were at that. Armando nodded and hooked his other arm beneath Wes’ chest to cup his shoulder from the underside. Then he canted his hips and pushed until his balls were pressed against Wes’. “Good?”