Hunt Me! (I Crave The Chase) - Page 160

“You know…” he flushed. “To like…”

“To?”

“Get off?”

I scowled at him. “You do not need porn to get off. You have me.”

“Okay, Mr. Possessive.” He snorted, hitting pause on the video. “Yeah. But I was…you know,” he licked his lips. “Doing research. Like I said.”

“Research?”

“Yeah.” Jeffrey’s eyes were dark, his arousal apparent. “I mean…” He slid a hand down my chest, slow and deliberate. When he cupped my cock I groaned. “You’re uncut.”

“I am what?” I had no idea what that was. Though I was no stranger to nudity, the concept of watching sex on video was foreign. It was impossible to be a prude when you lived in a pack like mine. During the full moon we all stripped down and shifted together—so I’d seen my fair share of cocks.

“You know, uncut.” Jeffrey gave my cock another squeeze, his long fingers dipping low enough to brush my balls. “You have foreskin.”

It took my brain a second to work again—because he was talking nonsense, and also his hand was on my dick. But then it clicked, and I nodded jerkily, breath coming out in a tight hiss. “You don’t,” I said, voice low.

Jeffrey laughed, cheeks flushed. “Yeah,” he said, obviously embarrassed. “You can blame my parents for that.”

“Blame your…” I frowned at him, confused.

I didn’t like that we were talking about his parents when his hand was on my dick.

“They didn’t circumcise any of my brothers except me.” Jeffrey’s eyes were dark. “They were on a whole religious kick thing around the time I was conceived—and they…yeah. I dunno. They did a lot of weird shit when I was really little.”

“Why would joining a religion cause you to cut off a part of your son’s cock?” I stared at him, horrified. “What?—”

“I dunno,” Jeffrey gave my dick another squeeze. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that…you have foreskin, and I don’t.”

“Okay,” I agreed, because that was true. “I wondered why your cock was missing pieces,” I murmured, voice low. “I thought it was a human thing.”

“Do all wolves have cocks like you?” he asked, curious.

I growled, because I didn’t like him thinking about anyone’s dick but mine. “Doesn’t matter.”

“I’m going to guess that means yes.” Jeffrey grinned, eyes flooded with heat. “Which makes sense. Bet if you cut it off it’d just heal.”

I grimaced, Jeffrey laughed.

He was a lot more settled than he’d been earlier today. I’d have to ask him what happened after I’d dropped him off—but I was…distracted. “I guess it is,” he added, leaning into my space, his lips brushing the shell of my cheek. “A human thing, I mean.”

“So you…” God, he was distracting. His scent was raspberry sweet, and when I glanced down I could see his cock tenting his sweats, pointing directly at me. “You were researching foreskin? Why?”

My cock jerked.

“Kinda.” Jeffrey pulled away just as quickly as he’d pushed into my space. “I’ll show you.”

Five minutes later, I stared blankly at the computer screen, frowning thoughtfully.

“So…” I blinked, my dick jerking as I licked my lips. “They…inside?”

“Yeah,” Jeffrey nuzzled against my shoulder, slow and sweet. His scent was stronger. Arousal clogged the air, making my head fuzzy and my body oversensitive. “You just…” He mimed something odd with his hand. “Slide mine right in?—”

“In my foreskin,” I echoed, heat pooling low in my belly.

“Yeah,” Jeffrey licked his lips, nose skimming across my pec, his hot breath tickling my nipple as he rubbed up against my side. “And then we just…”