“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Things with you and Jade have seemed a bit strained ever since the wedding. I thought maybe you’d had a fight that day, but things have felt weird between the two of you ever since. You know you can talk to me, right?” Jasper sighs but doesn’t reply right away. We keep walking along the path in silence for a few minutes.
“Things are… complicated. Cee's your mate, isn’t he?” he asks, the abrupt topic change, taking me by surprise.
“Yeah, we haven’t completed the bond or anything, but he is. Always knew he was, to be honest. Jade isn’t yours, is she?”
“No. But we always knew that. I love her, though, more than anything.” A sympathetic pit forms in my stomach for my brother.
He’s come across his mate, and it isn’t his wife.
“Does she know?” He nods. “Do I know them?”
“I’m not really ready to talk about it. I made a commitment to Jade, and I’ve got Henry to think about.” With no words to make the situation any better, I pause on the path and pull him into a hug.
After everyone has gone home, I sneak up behind Cee as he finishes loading the dishwasher.
“Leave it until tomorrow. My plans require you to be in our bed,” I whisper in his ear as I wrap my arms around his waist.
“Who am I to deny the birthday boy?” He smirks but turns to face me and wraps his arms around my neck, bringing my lips to his in a soft kiss. I grab the backs of his thighs, and he wraps his legs around my waist as I carry him up the stairs koala style.
Lowering him onto the mattress, I start to fulfil my promise from earlier. Cee's chest rises and falls quickly, and he gets a pink blush on his cheeks as I slowly undress him. He starts unbuttoning his shirt, but I grab his wrists and pin them to the mattress above his head.
“Oi! Stop trying to unwrap my birthday present,” I say playfully.
“How rude of me,” he says breathily but with a hint of amusement. I finish unbuttoning his shirt and then undo his belt and trousers. As I pull them off him, I remove his socks and place a kiss on the arch of his foot. I watch as his skin breaks out in goosebumps in response. Palming his cock over his boxer briefs, I watch as a small wet patch appears where his precum seeps through.
As I pull off his underwear, I lick my lips at the sight of his full, hard cock. I gently kiss the tip, and Cee grips the sheets in his fists.
“Jesus, you look so hot laid out for me like this, my favourite dessert,” I tell him and then lick a stripe up his shaft. Working my way up his body, I run my tongue along the divot between his abs. I kiss his neck, and my teeth ache to bite him at the juncture between his neck and shoulder.
To mark him so everyone knows he’s mine.
When I make it to his mouth, I’m hungry for him. My tongue seeks out his, and I drag my teeth along his bottom lip, tugging on it. I could wax poetic about Cee's bottom lip; it’s much fuller than his top and has a line in the centre that makes me want to bite it. The way they go rosy red after bruising kisses, and the way they stretch around me when he sucks my cock, is the stuff of my filthiest dreams.
As I make my way back down his body, I suck and nibble on his nipples until he’s mumbling nonsense at me. Each time he tries to touch his cock, I move his hands back above his head. By the time I suck on the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around the glans, he’s writhing under me, and my own dick is aching for release.
Connor Kelly
He’s trying to torture me.
I’m so turned on that my skin is a raging inferno, and I can hardly form the words I need to tell him to hurry the fuck up and fill me with his cock. He grips my thighs and pushes them back, exposing my hole, but only for a moment before he presses his tongue to me. I groan at the sensation; it’s both too much and not enough. He continues to lick and push his tongue inside me, and I’m so overstimulated and desperate to come that a tear rolls down my cheek.
Fee grabs the lube from the bedside table and then pushes his slippery index finger inside me. He’s kneeling on the floor with my arse pulled right to the edge of the bed, intently watching as his finger plunges in and out of me. Fee has always gotten off on watching any part of himself moving in and out of myhole. Back when we first started having sex, I used to get a bit self-conscious, but it’s hard to feel that way at present when his pupils are blown wide with desire, and he looks at me like I’m the centre of his universe.
Once he’s added more lube, a second finger joins the first, and he starts stretching me out. As usual, Fee is stubbornly more thorough than I can take when it comes to prepping me.
“Please, just fuck me already,” I stammer, already feeling completely wrecked. I can’t take the build-up anymore.
“No. We haven’t done this in a long time. I’m going to make sure you’re ready,” Fee says, and his tone leaves no room for argument. I’m tempted to point out that with shifter healing, even if we went too fast, I’d be healed before we even finished. However, the past would indicate he will not take that as a good enough reason, so I try to be patient—to be good for him.
I’m so fucking horny right now that I’m riding his fingers, desperate and pleading for more. Fee changes the angle so he’s grazing his fingertips over my prostate, and my hips buck up off the bed.
“Fuck. Please hurry up. I’m gonna die if I don’t come soon.” The words spill out of my mouth in a garbled mess, but he adds a third finger, so I know we’re almost there.
Once Fee’s content I’m sufficiently prepped, he pours the lube onto his throbbing cock. He grabs a pillow, shoving it under my hips and pulls me to the edge of the mattress where he’s standing. Lining his cock up with my hole, he slowly pushes inside me. I’m so aroused right now he thrusts all the way into me with ease.
I revel in the sensation of being so full. The way my rim stretches around him, and I can feel him everywhere. There’s something peaceful about all my thoughts centring on how he’s so deep inside me, filling me. Encompassing me entirely.
