Hey, it’s leg day, y’all.
And maybe glutes? I don’t know. I could never cruise guys at gyms for fear of my dad finding out. Just when I thought I’d found a gym no shifter had ever been in, sure enough, the next time I went, I smelled one.
From our pack.
Part of me suspects my father had me followed to catch me doing something. It certainly wasn’t outside the realm of probability. In fact, it was very likely.
Oh, wait. All cocks getting sucked. Right.
Todd shifts position in the seat and I wish my hands were free so I could wrap them around his massive, sculpted legs, bury my face in the warmth between his strong thighs, and get drunk on his scent.
That’s when I feel inside me something kick over and realize my cock, like it or not, is already on the way toward climax number two. The butt plug creates persistent pressure against my sweet spot. From the way he’s got me propped in the frame with my ass up, there’s absolutely no way I can shift my hips to change that.
I must have whined again because his deep chuckle resonates through me. “That’s right, pup. It doesn’t get tired, and its jaw doesn’t get sore. It’ll keep draining your balls until you safeword or I think you’re done. That day you showed up, Jax brought Shawn down here and we played and pulled a couple out of him in about half an hour. And he’s a lot older than you.”
My ass involuntarily clenches around the butt plug and that trips me over the edge again. This one is stronger—I’m not certain how that’s possible but now is not the time for contemplation—and I tremble in my restraints as the wicked milker ignores my whines and my attempts to shift my hips.
Todd’s steadily leaking pre-cum and I eagerly lap it up. His deep, rumbling voice resonates through me. “That’s only the second, pup. I can’t wait to see what you’re like at initiation. I have a feeling when it’s my turn you’ll be begging for me to rut you, won’t you?”
I’m feeling colors and seeing sounds and mumbling green green green over and over again because I do.
Not.
Want.
Him.
To.
Stop.
When he looks at my right hand, again I wrap my fingers around the handle so tight you’d have to saw them off before I’ll let go.
He smiles and flexes his cock in my mouth. I want to deep throat him and spend forever with his cock down my throat. I want him to come all over and inside me, smear his scent into my flesh so everyone knows he was here.
I want to come all over his cock when he ruts with me in front of the whole pack, and let everyone see that him, this man, is my heaven.
I’m too deep in a sensual black hole to process any of those thoughts, so I give myself over to Todd and trust and…
Yep. There I go, climbing the hill again to get drop-kicked off that cliff into pleasure.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed the orgasms in the past.
But this?
There is no comparison to this. Everything pales.
Everything.
I don’t want there ever again to be anything outside of this moment. I want to spend eternity like this, locked down with this man over and inside me, helpless for him, and for the first time in my life feeling truly…
Safe.
Loved, even.
I know that’s not a word I should think this soon, but after tonight anyone who believes they’re getting close to my heart already has a damned high barrier to pass to come anywhere close to this.
This time it takes me longer to make it up the hill, where I surf that edge far longer than before. I can’t quite make it over. In a flash, I’ve flipped from almost wishing it would stop because it’s so intense, to hoping it never ends.
