Adults Corner #17

This posting is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.

It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

These are parts of stories that are still being written. And therefore haven’t had a BETA read, let alone a editing from me.

 

Taking Control of my Werewolf

(Moonlit Wolves #4)

The sight was beautiful, all that flesh a flustering pink. Eamon could almost imagine what the rest of his flesh would look like. Or with white rope keeping him open as it wrapped around his thighs, hips, up along his back… looped around his balls—a self-made cock ring. His ankles locked to his wrists.

     Falling down on top of Chris’ back, Eamon ran his fingers along his sides before he pushed him under the younger man, running them up his chest—it felt so good, so strong—before one of hand gripped that chin again, the rasp of his stumble stretching at used skin, and turning him so that Eamon could kiss the man while his slack covered dick rubbed into Chris’ crack, hitting the knuckles of his hands as they were trapped between them.

     “You ready?” Eamon asked as he nuzzled the back of Chris’ neck.

     “Yes! Oh God, yes please.”

     Eamon chuckled as he reached for the condom and lube as he lifted himself off the bed. This was it, sex to start sex…. To start him up, and open himself to the possibility that it was out there. That men were out there. That had didn’t have to hide himself away from this world he loved, just because Patrick was gone.

     His pants hit the floor, followed by his briefs. His teeth ripped into the condom packed before rolling it down his shaft. The feeling of the cool latex and his fingers had him wanting to thrust forward, giving him friction.

     Oh yeah that’s what he needed.

     “Hurry, please,” Chris moaned as his hips rocked slightly.

     What a fucking sight. Red arse and thighs, as they spread, trying to get further and further apart. Hands bound by thick black leather behind his back, fingers still sitting where they rested, snug into the start of his clef.

     “Beautiful,” he muttered, not being able to believe the extent of that word. The meaning behind it. He was truly a beautiful sight, and Eamon didn’t think there was anything that could change that.

     “Thanks, but I’ll look better with that thick cock up my arse,” he whipped out, his legs stretching out wider, showing Eamon a gut clenching sight.

     A quick hard slap, “still.” He did.

     The popping of lube’s cap was a scream in the room. The cold liquid going to have to stay that way as Eamon started fingers Chris’ hole, getting two in within a moment, he was ready, but not enough for a first time fuck.

     “I’m ready,” Chris panted a near scream left his throat as Eamon twisted his fingers and located his prostate.

     Well, the kid would know.

     Shifting forward, Eamon gripped Chris’ hips and pulled him back so they lined the edge of the bed—he hadn’t realised he’d put him that far up his up. Gripping his cock rubbing the left over lube along his head, Eamon lined up and pushed in.

     A groan pulled out of his throat, seeming to come from his toes as he’s body fell forward. Catching himself on his arm he bottomed out, the tight grip that hole had spun his mind, his body trembled. His breath came hard and fast as he held back the initial need to come.

     “Move old timer,” Chris grunted lifting his hips.

     Eamon chuckled, “All you had to do was ask, Chris.”

     Shifting, Eamon let his hips do all the work. Hard and fast he moved. Letting Chris feel him, not from his dick going deep inside him, but also his hips slapping at his red cheeks.

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“What the fuck is your problem?” Chris snapped, anger boiling so hot in his stomach he wanted to lash out at the world. At Eamon, his mate, for pissing him off in the first place.

“At the moment a little brat who thinks the world is pissing on him.”

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