Winter’s Wolf (12 page)

“I like your friend.”

“Yeah, well, he likes you too, buddy.”

The man could not be sane.

“I’m not exactly a lightweight. I can walk.”

“Why walk when you can ride?”

“You have a point.” With that he flopped his head on Winter’s shoulder, which produced a leap in Winter’s heart. “So where are we going?”

“I’ll know the spot when I see it.”

“A good fucking spot?”

“Yes. Someplace where I can bend you over and ram you until your ears ring.”

“Carry on, MacDuff.”

Winter chuckled. “What’s produced this unique compliance?”

“Can’t fight all the time.” He sighed.

Winter stepped out of the dense tree cover into a little clearing where the moonlight shone brilliantly. An owl hooted, and some mice scurried into a fallen log. Running from the big bad wolf.
Perfect.

He settled on the log, still holding Matt in his arms.

Partridge looked up at the moon. “Beautiful.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve got kind of a love/hate relationship with that moon.”

Winter laughed. “Tell me about it.”

Matt stared up at Winter. “I tried to stay away from you, but my friend just wouldn’t give me any peace.”

“Oh? What’s he after?”

“You in my ass with that monumental cock of yours.”

“I can tell he wants it so bad he’s crying.”

Matt raised his head and stared down at his ramrod-straight dick, sticking out of his jeans with drops of precum shining on its head. “Poor guy. You should have compassion.”

“When it comes to that cock, just call me Kwan Yin.”

“Who’s that?”

“Chinese goddess of mercy.” He scooted Matt’s butt on his lap so the upright organ was poised directly beneath his watering mouth. “Come to daddy.” He lowered his head and kissed the leaking slit, then swiped his tongue and collected the drips. “Umm. Good.”

“I like the direction your compassionate nature is taking you.”

“I can’t get far enough down in this position.”

“You need more yoga.”

“How about the cock-in-mouth pose?”

“How is that accomplished?”

Winter grasped Matt, stood, and carried him to the nearest tree with low-hanging branches. He propped him on his feet and extended one of Matt’s hands to a branch. “Hand grasping tree posture.”

Matt chuckled and grabbed.

“Repeat twice.” Winter extended Matt’s other hand to a lower branch on the opposite side. “Now breathe deeply as I enter knees-to-dirt asana.” He dropped down to kneeling, then sat back on his haunches to bring him eye to eye, so to speak, with his object of meditation. “Bend forward and extend tongue.” He followed his own direction.

“I’m dying here.”

“Ah, relax and breathe.” Mouth wide open, he leaned in, grabbed Matt’s cock with his lips, and then slid it straight down to his throat.

“Oh, ah.”

Winter pulled back. “You’re not breathing.”

“Shut up and suck!”

Laughing and sucking at the same time came out as a snort and a gurgle, but Matt didn’t seem to mind. His hips snapped so hard Winter grabbed his butt to keep from getting strangled.
Hmm. Too much material.
Still sucking, he unfastened Matt’s jeans at the waist and pulled them down, then leaned back, getting a whine from the peanut gallery, and pulled Matt’s boxer briefs down to his ankles. With slow relish, he wrapped both hands around Matt’s hips and grasped the globes of his ass. He leaned back and unpopped his lips from that delicious cock. “Oh yeah. Much better.”

“You an ass man, Mr. Thane?”

“Definitely.” His fingers explored the smooth skin, encountering peach fuzz in the crack. He closed his eyes and sighed. “Funny. My father’s always wanted me to be straight. But how could you ever give up the hard, hot flesh of a man’s ass? It makes me want to bite and lick and push my cock between these mountains to see what it finds.”

“I think most dads wish their gay sons didn’t have to go through all the shit that comes with the territory.”

Winter snorted. “Nah. Damon just doesn’t believe in gay—”
Shit.
His eyes flew open, and he caught the words and swallowed them. “Uh, doesn’t believe it’s okay for a guy to be gay.”

“Why? Is he religious?”

“No. Just dumb. I think we’ve gotten seriously off track here.”

“Not likely.” Matt stared down at his one-eyed friend. “He has a one-track mind.”

Winter dug his fingers into the hard but silky flesh of Matt’s buns, leaned in and licked his cock from base to tip, then circled and went down the other way. “Ummm.” He wrapped his lips and sucked as he burrowed the tip of his tongue into Matt’s slit and tasted the sharp, sour-sweet bite of his precum.

“Jesus, that feels so good.”

Winter slipped his lips off. “In our yoga lesson, we must achieve balance. Let go of your branches.” Matt followed direction, and Winter whipped him around so his bare ass shone in the moonlight right at licking height. “Grab the branches again.”

“Anything. Just don’t stop.” Matt took hold of the tree and popped his butt out for closer inspection.
Thank you very much.
Winter nibbled, licked, and then took a nice-sized bite of one shiny apple.

“Ow.”

“Hurt?”

“Yeah. Hurts good.”

He lapped his tongue across one cheek, then the other, applied his thumbs, and pulled the globes apart, revealing a lovely valley that smelled like soap and sex.
Just a little taste.
He wiggled his tongue around the rim.

“Hunpft.”

“Hunpft good or bad?”

“Very, very good.”

He licked his finger, slipped the tip into Matt’s hole, then pulled out and followed up with his tongue. The slight loosening from his forefinger let him get a half inch inside and do some tongue-fucking.

“Oh God, yes, Winter, right there. Like that.” Matt waggled his hips like a crazy man, head thrown back and butt shining.

Clearly, Matt liked stuff in his ass. Oh man, dream come true. “Want something bigger?”

“Why do you think I came here?”

His breath caught, and a little pin stuck in his heart. Okay, weird. Next thing he knew he’d be saying “You only want me for one thing.”
Shit, Thane. Get your cock in there and stop longing to be appreciated for your fine personality.
“Yeah.”

He unzipped. Wearing underwear as a werewolf just wasted time, so commando made it easy to pull out his dick.

Matt craned his neck to look behind him. “I want to see.”

Winter laughed and stroked. “What? This old thing?”

Matt turned abruptly and faced him. “I want to see it going in.”

“Anatomically difficult, but sexy as hell.”

Matt kicked off his pants and briefs. “Maybe I can put my legs around your waist.”

“I like the way you think, but front or back, we need lots of lube, baby.”

“There are several packets in my jeans.”

“You did come prepared.”

“Think of me as the Boy Scout of fucking.”

Winter pawed through the jeans until he found the little packets, ripped with his teeth, and squirted the cool liquid into his hand.

Matt reached out and swiped some with his finger. “You do you and I’ll do me.”

“Not very romantic.”

“Efficient. Need that cock in here fast.” He shoved two fingers coated with goo into his own ass, came back for more, and moved up to three. “Of course, I may have to try fisting to get ready for King Kong.” He chortled.

“You flatter me, sir.”

“All I can.” He grinned. “Ready when you are, KK.”

A laugh popped from his lips. “Okay, okay, don’t rush me.” He pulled a condom from his pocket—all for show—and slid it over his bare dick, then slicked on the remainder of the lube still clinging to his palm.

“Are you finally ready? We’re burning moonlight.”

Winter glanced up at the huge, glimmering marshmallow in the sky. “Funny how they say the man in the moon.”

“She’s a bitch in heat as far as I’m concerned.”

Winter glanced at Matt. The pleasant, nice-guy face definitely possessed a maniacal edge tonight. Mr. Hyde, maybe? Hell, whoever he was, Winter wanted in. “Yeah, I’m ready. But I’ll bet you can see better if you sit on me.”

Matt’s eyes widened with lust. “You don’t mind lying in the dirt?”

“Just your regular for me, but I’ll use my sweater if it seems more civilized.”

“Civilized is not my goal.”

Winter sat down on the soft ground beneath the tree, his eyes never leaving Matt’s, stroking his cock with lube the whole time. He leaned back on his arms so KK, as Matt called it, stuck straight up from his lap. “Climb aboard.”

Matt blew breath noisily between his lips. “Man, that is gorgeous.” He straddled Winter’s lap and slowly lowered his bare butt, his own cock pointing toward his chin. “Can you see?”

“Yeah, perfect view.”

He leaned his head down, then shook it. “No way I can see my ass in this position.”

“Next time I’ll bring a mirror.”

Matt’s face got—funny. Sort of sad and concerned. Just a flash, and then he smiled. “You be my mirror. Tell me what you see.”

“Okay.” Winter glued his eyes to the interface of cock and ass. “I see a pretty pink pucker that looks ready for anything—but maybe just a tad scared it might have bitten off more than it can chew.”

Matt laughed. “True words, true.” He put his fingers around the head of Winter’s cock and positioned it right at his hole. “I can hardly believe this is going to happen.”

“You didn’t arrange for some dumbass FBI agent to call you, did you?”

“No. The president could call me right now and I wouldn’t stop.” A frown flickered, then vanished.

Winter nodded. “You’re in the perfect spot. Start fucking, baby.”

Matt got an intense look of concentration and lowered his ass. Good strong legs gave him a lot of control. Heat spread across the head of Winter’s dick, then pressure as the head vanished inside Matt’s hole. “It’s in. Holy crap, that’s beautiful.”

Matt gasped, “Describe.”

“Your hole’s all stretched around it, shiny with lube and definitely smiling.” He glanced at Matt, whose teeth bared and eyes shut tight as he pressed his hips downward. “Be careful. Don’t hurt yourself.”

Matt’s words poured out on a long sigh. “I wish I could tell you how great it feels. Like stretched beyond reason, invaded with heat, every nerve tingling in ecstasy. Want more.” He pushed harder and another inch vanished from sight.

Finally, the incredible squeeze of that hot channel distracted Winter from gazing at the view. “Shit, man, this is great.”

Matt seemed to get as far down as he could take—which was pretty damned far—and pulled up.

“Oh man.” Hard to believe anything could feel this good. Even though the tingles of pleasure dove from his dick into his boiling balls, Winter forced his eyes open to watch his own cock vanish and reappear. Vanish and reappear. What ever looked this sexy? “Are your legs getting tired?”

“A little.”

Winter sat up and grasped Matt, pulling him into his lap, their still-clothed upper bodies pressed together. “Want to feel you.”

Winter pulled off his long-sleeved T-shirt while Matt ripped off his sweater. Then skin to hot skin. Winter angled his hips so he could bob Matt back and forth on his lap, creating a powerful, short thrust. Incredible friction.

Matt’s breath pumped from his lungs and heated Winter’s ear. “Oh God, oh God. Right on the spot. Feels like that thing is gonna split me in two and I’ll be happy in two parts.”

“Hurting you?”

“No way. Pain so deep it’s pleasure. Never had anything like this.” He bobbed like crazy, bunny-fucking his ass on Winter’s throbbing rod. “Shit, more.”

Winter grabbed Matt under the butt, rolled into a squat, and stood, his cock still deep inside Matt’s body. Easily holding Matt’s weight, he walked a few steps to the tree and pressed his back against it. “Grab the branches.”

Matt did, and Winter took over, holding his ass and shoving KK into Matt’s stretched hole, over and over.

Matt screamed and yelled, “Oh God, yes, yes, more, do it.” The porn movie quality of his words was trumped by the pure passion with which he screamed them.

Winter threw his head back and let the moonlight pour over him. One second’s loss of control and he could shift. He loved this knife-edge where the hot, acid flow of the shift energy met the pleasure-so-intense-it-hurt of the sex. He needed to come soon or he might turn to fur, but giving up the pleasure was too hard.

“Oh man, Winter. Gonna come. Don’t want to stop, but it’s coming, coming. Holy shit!” Cum shot from Matt’s cock, arced up in the shining light, and hit his upper chest like a jet of lava. Once, twice, three times. Matt’s face grimaced in pain.
Yeah, so good you can’t stand it.

Let go. Let go.
Winter allowed the searing ecstasy to rip up his back and explode in his brain.
Holy powers!
Hold on. Don’t shift. Hold.
Finally, hot jets of jism shot from his cock into the condom in Matt’s ass. Each shot rocked him but drained off enough energy to contain the shift.
Yes, so good. So good.

He grabbed Matt’s arms, still limply holding the branches, and brought them around his neck, then slid down the tree trunk to the ground with Matt cradled in his arms. He dropped his head and let it rest against Matt’s. The pounding of Matt’s heart shook his whole body.

Winter started to chuckle. “Well that was a good idea.” Matt’s back stiffened under Winter’s hands.
What the fuck did I say?
Winter stayed still. Maybe if he ignored Matt’s reaction, it would go away. He snuggled Matt’s lean body a little closer, but Matt pulled back.
Shit.
Winter forced a smile. “I was thinking we could sleep here for a little while and then maybe wake up and do that again.”

Matt frowned. He glanced up at the moon and shook his head, then looked at the ground. “No, sadly I have a lot of responsibilities that I seem to have forgotten in the heat of the moment. I better get going.”

Winter pressed a warm kiss against Matt’s neck. “Maybe I can convince you?”

He sighed long and deep. “I think there’s been a lot too much convincing going on already.”