After grabbing the hand towel to place between his knees and the hardwood floor, Kia knelt, pulling his mate’s pants and underwear down with him.
Suero’s cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. Kia’s mouth watered, his own prick just as hard.
He ran his tongue over his lower lip, eyes fixed on Suero’s cock like it was the only thing that existed in the universe. He leaned in, brushing his cheek along the thick length, feeling the heat radiating off it. The soft scent of Macey’s kitchen clung faintly to Suero, vanilla and spice, mixed with the raw, musky undertone of his arousal.
He kissed the tip first, a gentle press of lips like a secret being shared. Suero hissed above him, one hand gripping the edge of the counter, the other buried in Kia’s hair.
“Don’t tease,” Suero growled.
But Kia wasn’t ready to surrender the reins just yet. He licked a slow stripe from base to tip, swirling his tongue around the head, savoring the way Suero’s thighs tensed beneath his palms.
He opened his mouth, taking him in inch by inch, the weight familiar, the taste addictive. Suero’s hand tightened in his hair, hips rocking forward just a little.
“That’s it,” Kia whispered against him, lips brushing sensitive skin before he took him in again. “Mi lobo.”
Above him, Suero groaned, head falling back. That sound, deep, rough, wrecked, was everything Kia had wanted to hear.
Kia relaxed his jaw, letting Suero slide deeper until the head nudged the back of his throat. He breathed through his nose, proud of himself for how far he’d come. Literally and figuratively.
Suero’s thighs quivered on either side of his face, and that quiet growl rumbled again, vibrating straight into Kia’s chest. His wolf was barely holding back.
But Kia didn’t want him to hold back.
He pulled back slowly, tongue flicking across the slit, then sucked hard before taking him again, deeper this time, until Suero hissed out a curse in Spanish, the words curling through the air like heat lightning.
A bead of sweat rolled down Suero’s abdomen, catching the kitchen light. Kia pressed a kiss there, right beneath his belly button, then dipped lower to suck his balls, his hand working Suero’s shaft while the other pressed against the man’s lower back, keeping him close.
Suero was shaking now, trembling beneath the restraint he was barely clinging to.
“Kia…” he gritted out, voice fraying like torn denim. “Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last—”
Kia moaned around him, sending a vibration through Suero’s cock that broke something loose.
The next growl was primal.
And the hands in Kia’s hair tightened.
Kia’s hand slid down, wrapping around his own cock, fingers stroking in time with every deep thrust of Suero’s hips. The angle was perfect, the floor was cool beneath his knees, and his wolf’s low, broken moans filled every breath of air in the room.
Suero rocked into his mouth with slow, desperate thrusts, cock gliding over Kia’s tongue, thick and throbbing, tasting like heat and need. Kia’s eyes watered, but he didn’t pull back. He wanted this, needed this. He could feel Suero losing it, control unraveling with every roll of his hips.
Kia stroked faster, his own orgasm building sharp and tight. Suero’s hands trembled where they gripped his hair, his groans turning into rough curses and half-spoken pleas.
A growl tore from Suero’s throat. “Gatito…fuck…I’m coming…”
Hot spurts hit the back of Kia’s throat, and he swallowed around his mate’s cock, moaning through it.
That moan sent him over.
Kia came hard, spilling across his hand, hips jerking as pleasure ripped through him.
Suero’s breath caught. “Shit… you came just from sucking me off?”
Kia pulled back, lips swollen and slick, then licked them slowly. “What can I say? I’m very motivated.”
Suero grinned, all wolf and wicked satisfaction, then swept him up from the floor like he weighed nothing at all. “You’re dangerous,” he murmured, voice still rough from release.
Kia barely had time to breathe before Suero’s mouth claimed his—hot and deep, tongue sliding in with a hunger that stole every thought. Kia moaned into the kiss, fingers digging into his mate’s shoulders to hold on.
Suero’s hands gripped his ass, rough and possessive, pulling their bodies flush. He wrapped his legs around the wolf’s waist, chest pressed tight to Suero’s as the kiss deepened, messy and perfect. The hardwood floor forgotten, his knees a little sore, his cock still aching from release. None of it mattered when Suero touched him like this.
A breathless laugh escaped Kia between kisses. “I’m exhausted.”
Suero kissed him harder, voice a growl against his lips. “Then I’ll carry you.”
And from the way he held him, strong arms never wavering, Kia knew he meant it.
THE END
