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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.
A Werewolf’s Howl
(Moonlit Wolves #5)
This is unedited
Brad rubbed his cheek up against Kyle’s back. His
hips shifted forward, rubbing along the bottom edge of Kyle’s arse. He could
have done better, but the effort at the moment wasn’t worth it. He like the way
his head nestled into Kyle back, snug and safe between his shoulder blades.
Brad was
so horny. He hadn’t felt this way since he’d first seen Kyle. That excited
feeling that made his cock jump and dribble just ‘cause the person he was
lusting after touched his skin.
Heat
licked up his spine, making it impossible to keep his hips still. His hands
roamed along Kyle’s chest, needing to touch as much as he could. Explore as
tinges worked their way along the sensitive flesh.
“We’ve
become a romance novel.”
“What?”
Kyle startle laugh made Brad smile.
“Yeah, we
spent all this time alone, miserable, all because a misunderstanding.”
“That’s
not what—you read romance novels?”
Brad felt
his face heat up a bit, and not in a good way. “Yeah, um, there wasn’t a telly
at the academy.”
“Uh-ha,”
Kyle grunted his shoulder tightened up under Brad’s face. The man was trying
his hardest not to laugh.
“Fuck
off,” he snapped as his fingers pinched at the nipple he’d been fiddling with.
Kyle
moaned, his shoulder curving in on themselves. Loving it, but trying to get
away. Interesting, Brad was going to have fun with Kyle when he finally got the
man under him, with time to play around.
Right now,
he just needed to get closer. Needed to get his dick wet, if he wanted to pull
it back the base need. Sex. He was so horny, and with everything the thought in
the way cleared up, Brad was clear to take.
Kicking at
Kyle’s feet, Brad got him to sink down so that his arse was flush against
Brad’s cock. His elbows resting on the sink, head bent down slightly, but Brad
could see the reflection as well as Kyle. The bigger man was watching him.
A shudder
went down Brad’s back at the thought. His hands pushed Kyle’s sweats down onto
his tight, they weren’t going any further unless Kyle moved and Brad wasn’t
having any of that.
His arse
free, to sculpted cheeks, slight rough with hair as he was on his last day of
shifting, and he’d was going to stay a little hairier for a couple more days
now. Brad didn’t mind one bit.
Palming
the cheeks, Brad spread them, getting a glimpse of the dark rosette of tight
muscles. His thumb brushed across them. Kyle let out a sigh, as they flexed for
Brad.
As Brad
played with the flesh in his hands, spreading the cheeks, letting them relax.
Kissing, tasting the flesh of Kyle’s lower back, and ducking into the top of
his clef. Kyle got into the cabinet he was leaning against, and then held out a
tube of lube.
“It’s
still everywhere,” Brad chuckled as he grabbed it, before slicking up his
fingers.
“Not as
much here, Eamon won’t let us fuck on the lounges.”
Brad
laughed out right before he placed the bottle on the counter and started
slightly pushing against Kyle’s entrance.
“Oh god,”
Kyle moaned, letting his head fall down onto his fold arms, as his arsehole
muscle relaxed enough for Brad to slide his finger in, and in, getting passed
the second knuckle before pulling it back out.
It didn’t
take long before Brad was about to saw his finger in and out without any
difficulty. He like the feel of hot heat wrapped tight around him, while he
still had full movement.
Before he
was completely aware of his actions, Brad pushed a second finger in along with
the first, causing both of them to moan. Kyle, ‘cause of obvious reason, and
Brad, ‘cause of the fucking tightness again. Muscles squeezed hard against his
fingers, trying to keep him out of what he wanted. Heat licked at his
fingertips, teasing him with its delicate softness, making him want to touch
more.
Brad’s
cock was pushing against his own sweats, feeling heavy and trapped in the thick
material. The tent would have embarrassed him anywhere else.
He was
getting over the exploring. He didn’t want to stop. He’d been dreaming about
this moment since he’d first seen Kyle and realised, once and for all, that
this was what he wanted.
That Kyle
was whom he wanted.
“Fuck,
Brad, baby, hurry,” Kyle groaned, his hips rocking up against Brad fingers.
Brad slide another finger alongside the first two. Knowing that once this
became loose he’d be able to use his cock. It wasn’t that he was small, more
average, like everything else in him—hell, if this wasn’t the first time, he’d
probably move along after just two fingers, but he wasn’t sure of Kyle’s
resistance.
“Now,
babe. Fuck me now,” Kyle sounded as if he’d just verbalised a chant that was
sing in his head.
Freeing
himself, Brad hissed as his cock flicked up, catching Kyle’s balls, and
covering the sedative head with their hot hairy goodness. Picking up the lube
again, Brad poured a thick drop onto the head of his cock, rubbing it in as he
rolled himself around Kyle’s opening, before he pushed in.
Oh god… Kyle shifted under him, as
Brad’s mind was in his cock head. Tight, gripping muscles, clenched at him,
protecting itself from the invasion by trying to keep him out, before Kyle
seemed to sigh under him, and open up.
Still
tight, but manageable, Brad muscled his way into the damp heat that tightened
around his cock, smothering him in bone deep pleasure as he managed to settle
himself in. Hips against arse, thigh against thigh.
Heat,
pleasure and all things great, wrapped itself around Brad as he rested against
Kyle. His fingers ran up Kyle’s back, love add bonus of touch as he waited for
the ripple of muscle inside Kyle to lessen and he could stop grinding his teeth
as he held himself back. The whole thing was more intense than sex had ever
been. Fucking hell, the mind actually did matter.
Kyle’s
hips rocked forward and back slightly, and he nearly shouted “move” into the silence
of the bathroom. Which was just as well Brad had started to get itching,
needing friction in a way he’d never needed it before
Gripping
Kyle’s hips hard, brad started reaming Kyle. Slowly at first, Brad’s pace
picked up with Kyle’s looseness. Pleasure tingled through Brad as sweat spiked
along Kyle and his skin. The sounds of heavy breathing filled the air along
with the natural sounds of sex as they moved together. Wanting that orgasm at
the base of their balls to pain area in front of them.
Hard and
cradling up close, Brad moan loudly as Kyle shifted around so that he could
pull at his own dick. Fast. His hips shifted as he worked himself front and
back.
Brad’s
muscles tightened around his bones. Pleasure became a smaller and smaller zone
as all his focus was to explore in orgasmic bliss. A buzz sounded in his ears
and his eyes fuzzed slightly as he got closer and closer.
“Fuck,”
Kyle grunted loudly as every muscle inside and out tightened like a vice before
his inner muscle rippled in on themselves. Massaging Brad’s cock. It was too
much. It was bliss. It was the most perfect moment in his life, as he let
himself be barrelled over by an orgasm like no other, tackling him into the
mud.
“God, that
was good,” Brad grinned as he lifted himself off Kyle. No matter how good it
was, he needed to stand up. Kyle’s legs needed some rest too.
Brad let
himself fall to the ground, followed by Kyle, as they seemed to sprawl on the
bathroom floor.
“Yeah…”
Kyle’s smile was real soft. Almost telling Kyle’s love for him in that one
moment. “Good.”
Bad
laughed, it was sudden and because he hadn’t caught his breath yet, it made him
cough a little.
Yeah, he smiled back, knowing he was
mirroring Kyle, it was fucking awesome.
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