Wesley (25 page)

Wes pictured the guy as well as he could. “I don’t think he’s mentally unstable. I think he is very, very sane, and just one mean, don’t fuck with me son of a bitch.”

“Ah.”

Wes frowned at Armando. “’Ah’ what?”

Armando plopped down on his side next to Wes, facing him. “It seems to me then that Cliff could be a totally different kind of threat to Bobby. Perhaps even the kind of threat that might mean challenging Bobby for the pack, if Cliff wants to be an alpha.”

“He probably
is
an alpha, or what do I know? I should know better than to make an assumption based on Cliff’s size. I didn’t get that creeped-out hair-raising feeling like I do when Bobby sends out his power.” Wes brushed back a hank of hair that had flopped close to Armando’s mouth. He tucked it behind Armando’s ear and stroked the soft skin there, then farther down to the base of his neck. “I don’t really feel like talking about Cliff, or Bobby, or anyone right now.”

Armando lowered his eyes and licked his lips, and it lit Wes’ desire like a blowtorch to a candlewick. He held himself still, waiting, something different vibrating in the air between them. Armando finally looked up at him and scooted closer. Need stamped itself across Armando’s features, drawing them tight. He brushed his lips over Wes’ once, twice, then Wes moaned and cupped the back of Armando’s head, unable to resist the teasing offer.

Slanting his mouth over Armando’s, Wes licked into him, flicking Armando’s tongue with his. A sweet, needy sound bled from Armando to him, and Wes tightened his hold on his mate. He brought his other hand between them and cupped Armando’s dick through his jeans. Armando rolled his hips, his cock hot in Wes’ hand.

Wes growled softly and used his hold on Armando to carry him as Wes shifted onto his back. Armando slid right into place and Wes tugged his hand out from between them as Armando settled between his thighs. Wes let his hand drift to Armando’s hip, then to the dimples above that splendid ass of his.

Armando clutched at Wes’ hair, pulling it tight enough to sting. That drove Wes wild, and he snarled and thrust his cock against Armando’s. His nipples ached and his body felt warm and flushed from mid-thigh to the top of his head. Wes undulated, trying to get friction everywhere, and Armando broke the kiss with a nip to Wes’ lips. He raised up and let go of Wes’ hair, canting his torso sideways almost so he could pluck at Wes’ nipples through his shirt, and suck on his neck.

Wes began panting as Armando stimulated his nipples. He pushed his chest out, needing more, while at the same time he jutted his hips. Armando responded by sucking hard right below his ear, and twisting Wes’ nubs until they burned.

Then he licked down to the indent at the base of Wes’ neck, and started sucking again.

Wes’ toes curled in his shoes as he thrust desperately against Armando. He clenched his ass, his hole feeling empty. Anticipating being fucked, he tried to get to his jeans so he could unfasten them, desperation causing his fingers to shake.

Armando hooked one leg over Wes’ hip, then the other, until he was straddling Wes’ waist as Armando sat up. He used both hands to twist and pinch Wes’ nipples for a few more minutes while Wes whined and clawed at the bed.

“You need it bad, don’t you?”

Wes cracked open one eye he’d closed…sometime. “Need
you
bad,” he clarified.

Armando bent and lapped at his sore tits, driving Wes out of his mind before Armando sat up again and said, “You have me.”

“Not where I fucking want you,” Wes rasped, lust making his voice sharper than he intended. Everything Armando did to him, every little touch, every word and look, was making Wes’ cock more painfully and impossibly hard. “I’m gonna come as soon as you shove that big dick into me.”

Armando arched a brow as he trailed a finger down to toy with Wes’ belly button. “Really? Hm. And here I thought maybe we could try you topping me.”

There was no timidity in Armando’s voice, no quaver that would make Wes think Armando wasn’t ready for that step, but still Wes hesitated to agree.

“I’d like to try, Wes. I see how blissed out you are when I take you, and know how amazing it feels when I slide into you. I want to give you that experience, and I want to feel you. I want you and me, together, to get rid of the last of the fear, and build something beautiful and new.”

Wes could hardly swallow around the lump in his throat as he gazed at Armando’s earnest expression. Armando’s eyes were so dark, the pupils wide and very nearly indiscernible against the rich brown irises. He didn’t ask Armando if he was sure this was what he wanted. Wes could feel his certainty, could see it in the endless depths of his eyes, feel it in the heavy weight of his erection, smell it in the musky scent of his desire.

But Wes was nervous, suddenly and acutely. He didn’t want to screw up and hurt Armando.

“Will you let me lead?” Armando asked.

Wes felt his eyebrows pulling together as confusion buzzed in his brain. “Yes?”

Armando grinned and dipped down for a kiss that scrambled Wes’ thoughts. He stroked Wes’ jaw and nibbled on his ear. Wes was a squirming, desperate man by the time Armando began working the buttons open on his shirt. As soon as Armando had got them undone, he went back to teasing Wes’ nipples, and Wes forgot about being worried he’d screw up as he moaned and gripped Armando’s wrists, keeping his hands there on Wes’ tits.

Armando rubbed his butt over Wes’ groin repeatedly and Wes contorted as he tried to keep from grabbing Armando’s hips and taking over. He’d been happy being the one who got fucked, but now that Armando mentioned them reversing positions, Wes could hardly stand to wait much longer.

Sounds he’d never have thought to make were coming from his parted lips. Armando kept rocking and rocking those hips, destroying Wes in the most perfect, beautiful way.

He was barely aware of Armando fumbling with his jeans, but when Armando got off him, Wes snapped out of his daze. “What are you doing? Where’re you going?” God, was that his slurred, thick voice?

“Getting us naked,” Armando answered, “Getting the lube, getting on your cock.”

“Ungh,” was Wes’ intelligent answer to all of that. He managed to tear his shirt off, literally ripping it from his body in his eagerness—or in his desperation, they were the same thing to Wes. He needed Armando like he never had before.

He twisted and grunted as Armando tugged down his jeans.

“Oh, damn it, freakin’ shoes,” Armando grumbled. After a tug of war with them, Armando got both shoes off along with Wes’ pants. “Stay there,” he said, pointing to Wes. “And lube up.” Armando grabbed the lube from the floor where they’d dropped it the night before.

The pink scar on his upper arm stood out in stark contrast to his darker skin, but it didn’t detract from his appeal at all. Wes had licked and kissed that scar many times already, wanting to ensure that Armando wasn’t self-conscious about it.

Wes caught the lube before it hit him between the eyes. He had the cap open and a puddle of the liquid in his hand by the time Armando had pulled his T-shirt off. Armando unsnapped the button then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and, with a wicked look at Wes, turned so that his backside was in full view as he shoved his pants down.

Wes moaned at the sight of that lovely ass being bared to him. Armando’s golden brown skin was flawless, and Wes knew it’d be so soft and warm in his hands. Armando stood upright slowly, making sure Wes had plenty of time to drool. Wes couldn’t look away, and reached down for his dick on instinct. He spilled lube on his belly and balls, and on his thighs as he coated his shaft, his gaze never leaving Armando’s backside.

Armando peered at him coyly over his shoulder. “You like?”

Wes, long since past being able to speak, grunted like a Neanderthal.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Armando murmured before bringing his hands back to rub his cheeks.

How Wes managed to breathe was a mystery to him as he watched Armando massaging his butt. Armando kneaded the plump mounds, pushing them together and pulling them apart, flashing Wes glimpses of his puckered entrance. When he brushed the tips of his fingers through his crease, all the way down to his balls, Armando shivered and spread his legs. “Oh, that feels…good.”

Wes gripped the base of his cock with one hand and gave his nuts a little squeeze with the other, or else he’d have come like a geyser. Armando quit teasing him, turning around to show off his fat, hard dick with the wide slit dripping pre-cum. He palmed it for a second then began to slink towards Wes. Armando’s movements were slow and sensuous, his head tipped down so that he was looking through those long, dark lashes at Wes. His cock and balls swayed with every step, and Wes couldn’t decide where to look—there, or at Armando’s hips, or his pointy brown nipples, or the parted, wet lips, or those dark, dark eyes…

Then Armando was crawling onto the bed, stalking his way up Wes’ body. Wes quivered with excitement and anticipation. His cock could not possibly get any harder, nor his balls any more drawn or tighter. Armando smiled a sexy, knowing smile and raked his nails up Wes’ thighs, then over his sac.

Wes’ entire body went taut, and he thunked his head against the mattress a few times, struggling for some self-control.

Armando helped him with that, using his nails to scratch deeper, the edge of pain sharper and pushing back Wes’ impending climax. Wes breathed a relieved sigh and Armando blew him a kiss.

“You’re welcome,” he told Wes.

Wes tried to give him a stern look but failed, a short burst of laughter escaping him. “You teased me until I’m ready to blow.”

Armando picked up the lube and Wes went hot all over inside. Armando grinned and poured some into his palm. “Well, if you do that, we’ll have to wait until you’re hard again to try this.”

“Not gonna happen.” Wes fisted his base harder.

Armando nodded then raised up on his knees, straddling Wes’ hips. He reached behind himself and his eyes went hazy. “Oh, oh, why have I waited so long to do this.”

It wasn’t a question, so Wes didn’t answer it. He tried to crane his neck so he could watch Armando prep himself, but he wasn’t that flexible.

Armando was a sweetheart, though, turning around and presenting his back to Wes. Wes didn’t look at his back. He zeroed in on Armando’s hole taking his finger in again and again.

“Can I—?” Wes began. Armando moaned and turned his butt up, the offer clear. Wes caressed his smooth butt for a second but couldn’t resist what he really wanted to touch. He used one of his lube-slicked fingers to trace around part of Armando’s hole. The skin felt hot and delicate under his touch, but Armando pushed back eagerly. Wes added a bit of pressure. “I’m going to help you get ready.”

Well, obviously Armando had intended that, but Wes still had to say it. When Armando didn’t object, he pushed the tip of his finger in alongside Armando’s. “Fuck that’s hot,” he mumbled, watching them work together to stretch Armando. And the feeling, so tight, silky and warm, the way Armando’s ring clenched and released, clenched and released, was maddeningly exquisite.

Armando spread his thighs some more then pushed a third finger in. The tight confines of his ass grew even tighter with the added digit. “I can’t even begin to imagine how that’s gonna feel around my dick,” Wes said.

“Fucking perfect,” Armando gasped out. “Let’s check.” He withdrew his fingers and Wes did the same. He helped Armando get turned around, then his heart stopped as Armando held Wes’ dick still, aiming it at his hole. Armando looked him in the eyes, and a soft, sweet expression slipped over his features. “Wes, I love, you,” he said right before sinking down on Wes’ cock.

Wes had intended to watch, but between the shock of that hot, clasping ass and Armando’s kamikaze confession, Wes was done for. He grabbed Armando’s hips and curled up around him, bringing his legs up to brace Armando’s back and his body for a kiss he had to have.

Armando drove all the way down, taking Wes’ cock in to the root while Wes clambered for that kiss. He got it, Armando’s lips opening on a gasp, his breath spilling into Wes, who devoured it as eagerly as he devoured Armando’s lips.

Armando’s inner walls rippled around Wes’ dick, massaging him perfectly. Wes moved his hands, holding Armando at hip and nape as they kissed. He canted his hips as best he could while Armando ground down, then Wes had to move, and so did Armando apparently, because he jerked his head back and pushed at Wes’ chest.

“Gotta,” Armando warned as Wes flopped backwards onto the bed. Armando braced himself with his hands on Wes’ pecs, his palms hard on Wes’ nipples. “Touch me,” Armando ordered, and Wes got his still-lube-covered hand between them. Armando’s cock was like a firebrand in his hand, and so hard it could have been used to drive a spike. Wes clasped it firmly, and Armando began to rise up.