mind it. Normally he hated the feel of someone’s hands gripping at his hair. James enjoyed it this time. Corey could grasp and tug and do whatever he wanted, and James would let him.
The man beneath him was so fucking gorgeous, and he belonged to James. They were never going to separate.
He was going to be in so much shit with the guys if they ever found out he was having such sentimental thoughts, never mind his alpha status.
Corey seemed to lose all sense of rational thinking again, but James sensed no coming of the wolf, and so he hummed pleasantly around Corey’s cock as the other man pumped his hips against James’s mouth, and he eventually found himself able to take in more and more until he no longer needed his hand, and his nose touched down on Corey’s rough pubic hairs. His jaw and tongue began to ache to all hell, but he forced himself to continue on, the enjoyment of the act overriding any discomfort.
Corey’s labored breathing suddenly became more erratic, his grip in James’s hair tighter. “I–I’m gonna come. Ugh, stop!”
Corey reached for him with his other hand, tried to pull himself away, but James pressed his hands down on his hips, forcing him to stay in place, and he continued the bobbing movements of his head and worked his tongue and mouth to suck back harder, knowing it was what Corey needed.
His desperate cries for James to stop turned into loud moans of pleasure and demands to keep going, and within seconds Corey’s cock was twitching and jumping, spurting hot fluids down James’s
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throat.
He expected to choke, but he didn’t. Lucky, maybe. He didn’t question it, though. James drank him all down, using his hands to massage and roll around the other man’s balls, forcing the pleasure to draw out.
Corey’s body went from being as tight as one of Mickey’s special rope knots to as soft and pliant as Play-Doh. James kept right on going.
“What―why did you do that?” Corey asked, weakly lifting
himself to his elbows to look down at James as he continued to suck
him.
James winked at him. Told you, you’re going to love your new
stamina.
Corey’s arms seemed to give out on him, and he flopped back
onto the bed. “I doubt I could do another one of those for a while.”
Wait thirty seconds .
He did, and though James’s view of him was a little awkward from his current position, he could still see the way the other man’s eyes grew golf-ball wide as his dick hardened again under the work of James’s mouth.
Corey tried to keep his pleasure from showing by keeping his mouth latched firmly shut, but James could still see the way his chest rose and fell as he took in huge breaths through his nose, and he felt the way Corey’s heart hammered as more of the adrenaline brought on by sex built up through his veins.
Corey grabbed onto one of his pillows and smothered himself with it, but James still heard the shouted curses through the feathers, and he smiled.
Then he took his mouth away.
Corey looked at him from beneath his hiding place, his eyes were golden again, but this time James didn’t worry over them.
“Don’t stop!” Corey begged.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” he said, grabbing for the lube
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bottle. “But I’m getting a little impatient.”
Corey watched him as he squeezed the slick contents onto his fingers.
Corey spread his legs for him and shifted, his anus coming up and giving James the view he needed.
First he kneaded the ring of muscle with his fingertips before they relaxed enough for him to get a finger inside. Corey’s hands grabbed on to James shoulders. He was looking down between them. Naturally, he couldn’t see James’s finger in his ass, but his eyes were on James’s forearm as it moved it back and forth, thrusting his finger, moving it gently
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