Like always, the
date on MY calendar isn’t the same as the rest of the world. No, I’m like
nearly 16hrs before or something (feel free to correct me, if I’m wrong) so
here’s another look, so you don’t forget, aka, me making you wanna read it more
;)
This is a NSFW post
Final excerpt
“I don’t give a shit about anyone else,” Justin calcified, “Only you.”
Adam sighed at that, his eyes getting that
look again, his lips opening slightly, and Justin was gone, completely taken
over by yet another high emotion. This time, it came in hardness and nakedness,
wetness. Thrusting…mmm…
Justin ground down on Adam, pushing his
cock up against Adam’s, rubbing, rolling them together. Not great. They still
had clothes on, but good enough for the moment and getting better and better as
Justin attacked Adam’s mouth. Soon there was a hot mess full of teeth and
tongue. Justin conquered the other man, washing him of anyone else but Justin
because as far as Justin was concerned, Adam was his one and only. Nothing
before had ever held him as closely, never had him feel this perfect, this
giant, and so they didn’t deserve space in his brain—hell, they didn’t deserve
that bit of history they held.
“Oh, fuck, yeah!” Adam whispered as he
arched his back and pushed himself up against Justin. Adam wanted more. He
wanted to be naked and comfortable—okay, that didn’t matter—and doing a lot
more than just rubbing up against themselves.
Adam had never done this before. He’d been
introduced to fucking, at least the hard labour of it, through his friends and
it had turned naked quickly and easily, mostly because none of them held any
romantic attachment to each other.
From there, he’d been an adult and the
ones that wanted him had done him, over and over, not much clothes on foreplay
among each encounter.
It was a novelty to come this far in his
life and suddenly find himself in a position that should have been what he’d
done first, but all he wanted was his clothes off his body and Justin going a
lot further.
“Fuck,” Adam said, panting as Justin
started in on his pants, getting the elastic under his balls, pushing them
forward, causing a shock of pleasure to roll up his body. Thrusting up into the
feelings, Justin brushed against him moments before his dick met Adam’s hot,
wet, goodness lined up nicely against him before Justin started jacking them
both off.
Adam moaned deeply into the action, and
soon found his hips rocking up into Justin’s hand. He needed to do more. He needed more. So much fucking more, but
in the position Adam found himself in, he couldn’t move Justin, not a fucking
inch.
The feeling of being hopeless tilted in on
him, making his head go a little wobbly. He didn’t like not being in charge. He
didn’t like to be held down and made to take what was given. No, it was the
other way around. He got what he wanted, and generally, that it was him in
charge.
Adams torso started buckling, moving,
trying to get away as Justin jacked them faster and faster, his free hand
holding Adam up with the small of his back, allowing, if not encouraging Adam
to move him hips.
It was as if Justin understood Adam needed
to hold more power and he was giving him that by not by allowing him to be on
top. That was just ridiculous with what they were doing and Adam could see
that. He was protected this way. No one could see what they were doing—not
really, not in a way of their dicks together, and yet, Adam could control the
speed, the power in which his cock passed through those fingers.
Relaxing the top half of his body, Adam
took over, his hips moving faster and faster, rolling slightly, as the pressure
built back up between them
“That’s it,” Justin whispered, his mouth
attacking Adam’s again, stealing his power to think.
Justin’s nails scraped into Adam’s lower
back and that was it. Cum poured out of his cock, slashing between them as
Justin gasped his own orgasm out along with him.
Very gently, Adam’s hips hit the ground. He
was expecting to feel the grass, but instead it was cloth. Apparently, Justin
had flipped his pants over his arse, which was lovely.
Panting hard above him, Justin kept
himself on hands and knees as he recovered, which was amazing. In Adam’s eyes,
he’d never met a man that didn’t need to collapse straight away.
A soft kiss brushed against Adam’s lips,
stealing his heart.
“I love you,” Adam whispered. Wait! What!
That wasn’t true, was it? Couldn’t be. He didn’t know Justin long enough, or
just enough, to determine if it was
or not, but he wasn’t taking the words back. Hell, they seemed to settle into
him as if he meant them, like that’s exactly what he was feeling…he definitely
wasn’t taking the words back.
A beat of silence came where Justin stayed
so still, and Adam cursed himself.
Protecting My Werewolf
(Moonlit Wolves #7)
Word count: 30,535
Paranormal erotic romance
Justin is back for one thing, to take Jex home, but
what he finds makes him realise that maybe there’s something more in life than
taking orders from a man who owns his soul.
It doesn’t take a smart man to realise there’s
something different about this group of men, but it’s definitely going to take
strength to walk away. Can Adam show Justin his worth more than going back to
his old life, even when that means stepping into a war he’d never expect, let
alone knew existed?
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