Hunt Me! (I Crave The Chase) - Page 162

“Yeah?”

“Yes. But I…” My wolf clawed beneath the surface of my skin, and a fresh rush of precum flooded my foreskin, wetting it. “I need—please. I can’t. No more waiting. I need it—” My chest heaved, my dick jerking. “I need you.”

“Okay. Okay.” Jeffrey nodded jerkily, even more arousal flooding the room as he bit his lip and those long dexterous fingers fit around the girth of my cock. He slid them up, using his other hand to keep our tips aligned as he gently began to slide my foreskin where he wanted it. “It should stretch—I mean—right?”

I grunted, not sure why he was asking me when I didn’t know any better than he did.

Every thought in my head fled the second our tips began to kiss. My fangs popped and my tail formed, wagging hard enough it disrupted the blankets we knelt on top of. So slick. So warm. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His tip rubbed mine.

“There—that’s…just.” Jeffrey lost his grip on my foreskin, swearing softly as it retracted.

I whined, and his gaze snapped from our cocks to my face, contrite.

“Sorry, big guy, I just—just let me try again, please?” He looked fucked out already and we’d barely touched. “Please?”

“Okay,” I managed, voice husky.

And then he was gripping my cock again, more sure this time. Slowly, carefully he slid my foreskin forward, centimeter by centimeter. It hurt a little—the sensation foreign, but that quickly faded. And as the skin wrapped around the silky velvet of his tip, sliding snug, I just…

“F-fuck,” my voice broke, head falling back as my eyes squeezed shut.

He was inside me.

That long, lovely cock was inside me.

I grit my fangs, claws biting into my palms in an effort to keep still.

“Shit,” Jeffrey gasped, voice just as hoarse as mine. Suddenly desperate to see his face, I jerked my head back down, staring at him, enraptured. Staring at his black eyes, the bitten raw flush to his lips. The way he looked shaky and lost and overwhelmed. The way his lips were parted in awe, entranced as he stared down at?—

Oh fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

If feeling his cock inside mine was overwhelming, looking at it was mind-boggling. It looked so wrong in the rightest way. The dusky dark of my foreskin pulled taut over the tip of his cock, held snug by his fingers. I groaned, more precum slipping free, my knot throbbing.

Unable to help myself, I reached down, rubbing my thumb over where we were connected, desperate to feel it from the outside.

“You feel so good,” Jeffrey gasped out. “So warm…and tight—and I?—”

I knocked his hand out of the way, taking over immediately. I started gentle, unsure if I’d accidentally hurt either of us by moving too quickly. Squeezing, rubbing, running my palm across our joined flesh, I made sure not to nick either of us with my claws.

All the while, Jeffrey stared—though his hands found my biceps, fingers biting deep as he whined and leaked inside our shared sheath.

“I’m not gonna—not gonna last—” he gasped out. “That is just fucking–woah.”

My chest heaved, nostrils flaring as I rubbed and stroked, and squeezed.

“Squeeze my knot,” I gasped out, voice low and gravelly. “Please—I need?—”

Jeffrey’s fingers curled tight around my knot, pinching it just the way I liked. His hand was hot and strong, his calluses scratching just right. My eyes rolled back and I grunted, balls drawing up. The velvety slick of his tip kissing mine made me spin. Faster, faster, I moved—until?—

“Uhhhhh,” Jeffrey spilled between us, his hips jerking, cum flooding and slipping free. I followed after, gently pulling my cock free, our mixed cum slicking the loose skin.

“Fuck,” I hissed out, hips jerking in his fist where he still dutifully wrapped his hand around my knot. Part of the mess spilled onto the bed—and the rest I gathered onto my fingers. Jeffrey didn’t even need to be asked.

When I offered them to him, he leaned forward, a dazed, foggy look in his eyes as he groaned, tongue already sticking out. Slick, wet, warm, he lapped at my palm and fingers, sliding his slippery tongue between the pads of my fingers, and up, chasing every last bit of our shared essence like he needed it.

I trained him well.