say, so Chauncey took the lead.
“Tell me what you want me to do with you.”
Curtis giggled as he ran his hands over Chauncey’s chest. “I want you to fuck me.”
Grr. “And what else, hon?”
Curtis looked at him questioningly. “What else is there?”
“Oh hell. You have no idea, do you?” Chauncey asked as he reached behind his mate and pulled his underwear free, hanging onto Curtis as he kicked them the rest of the way off. He spread his legs, pushing his mate a little further back.
“No, I don’t.”
Chauncey was hard as a brick as he scooted his mate down just a little further. “How about you suck my cock?” When Curtis stiffened, averting his eyes, Chauncey stopped all movement. He wasn’t going to force his mate to do anything he didn’t want to do. Maybe Curtis didn’t like sucking cock. Or maybe he thought Chauncey was too big. He wasn’t sure, but he had to get that troubled look off of his mate’s face.
“Hey.” Chauncey reached up, tucking a knuckle under Curtis’s chin, bringing his face back around. “Why don’t you tell me what you want, hon. Okay?”
Curtis nodded, reaching down until his hand touched the floor, and then brought the bottle of lube up and sat it on Chauncey’s chest.
“Make love to me.”
Chauncey wasn’t sure what was going on, but he was willing to do whatever it took to replace that distant look with one of pleasure.
He lubed his fingers and then pulled Curtis close, making his mate lie across his chest. He took his mate’s lips in a gentle kiss as his fingers delved into his mate’s entrance. Curtis moaned as Chauncey prepped him for his invasion. An expression of lust gleamed in Curtis’s grassy-green eyes when Chauncey broke the kiss. He lubed his cock and then grabbed Curtis’s sides, lifting his mate and then watching in wonder as Curtis took over, impaling himself onto Chauncey’s shaft.
“You look like a god sitting up there.”
Curtis groaned and then smiled down at him. His mate grabbed the back of the couch with one hand and then began to ride him.
Chauncey watched as Curtis’s stomach muscles quivered, his thigh muscles bulged and flexed. He was going to come just by the way his mate twitched!
Chauncey jackknifed, pulling Curtis down with him as he devoured his mouth, snapping his hips along the way. He drove his cock deep, trying to bury it inside of his mate. Curtis cried out as Chauncey snapped his hips harder, feeling his orgasm building to an epic proportion.
“Come for me, honey bun.” He jerked his hips faster, the tightness of his mate’s ass driving him mad. Chauncey used the friction to bring his mate off without touching him once. Curtis shouted Chauncey’s name, making his ego grow by leaps and bounds as he felt wetness between them.
“I’m about to come in your ass, baby,” Chauncey warned as he threw his head back, letting out a loud growl. His canines descended as his body exploded. He didn’t hesitate when he felt Curtis push his neck into his teeth. Chauncey sank them deep, cutting through flesh as he laid his claim once more.
* * * *
Nero splayed his fingers, checking to see if the intimate scene was over yet. When he saw the couple fast asleep on the couch, he shut the monitor off. He sat there for a minute, tapping his fingers on the station before racing from the room to find his mate, Gunnar.
Maybe he shouldn’t have put a camera in the living room either.
He wasn’t too sure about Mark’s “big plan” on keeping an eye on his son. He was quite sure the tattooed human would be chewing nails if he saw what was actually taking place.
Yeah, tomorrow he was going to go over to Curtis’s apartment and remove the camera from the living room. The only place left was the kitchen.
“Please don’t let them have sex there, too.”
* * * *
Curtis walked into Murphy’s bookstore with the job-listings section of the newspaper tucked under his arm. If he was going to keep his apartment, which was
“Tell me what you want me to do with you.”
Curtis giggled as he ran his hands over Chauncey’s chest. “I want you to fuck me.”
Grr. “And what else, hon?”
Curtis looked at him questioningly. “What else is there?”
“Oh hell. You have no idea, do you?” Chauncey asked as he reached behind his mate and pulled his underwear free, hanging onto Curtis as he kicked them the rest of the way off. He spread his legs, pushing his mate a little further back.
“No, I don’t.”
Chauncey was hard as a brick as he scooted his mate down just a little further. “How about you suck my cock?” When Curtis stiffened, averting his eyes, Chauncey stopped all movement. He wasn’t going to force his mate to do anything he didn’t want to do. Maybe Curtis didn’t like sucking cock. Or maybe he thought Chauncey was too big. He wasn’t sure, but he had to get that troubled look off of his mate’s face.
“Hey.” Chauncey reached up, tucking a knuckle under Curtis’s chin, bringing his face back around. “Why don’t you tell me what you want, hon. Okay?”
Curtis nodded, reaching down until his hand touched the floor, and then brought the bottle of lube up and sat it on Chauncey’s chest.
“Make love to me.”
Chauncey wasn’t sure what was going on, but he was willing to do whatever it took to replace that distant look with one of pleasure.
He lubed his fingers and then pulled Curtis close, making his mate lie across his chest. He took his mate’s lips in a gentle kiss as his fingers delved into his mate’s entrance. Curtis moaned as Chauncey prepped him for his invasion. An expression of lust gleamed in Curtis’s grassy-green eyes when Chauncey broke the kiss. He lubed his cock and then grabbed Curtis’s sides, lifting his mate and then watching in wonder as Curtis took over, impaling himself onto Chauncey’s shaft.
“You look like a god sitting up there.”
Curtis groaned and then smiled down at him. His mate grabbed the back of the couch with one hand and then began to ride him.
Chauncey watched as Curtis’s stomach muscles quivered, his thigh muscles bulged and flexed. He was going to come just by the way his mate twitched!
Chauncey jackknifed, pulling Curtis down with him as he devoured his mouth, snapping his hips along the way. He drove his cock deep, trying to bury it inside of his mate. Curtis cried out as Chauncey snapped his hips harder, feeling his orgasm building to an epic proportion.
“Come for me, honey bun.” He jerked his hips faster, the tightness of his mate’s ass driving him mad. Chauncey used the friction to bring his mate off without touching him once. Curtis shouted Chauncey’s name, making his ego grow by leaps and bounds as he felt wetness between them.
“I’m about to come in your ass, baby,” Chauncey warned as he threw his head back, letting out a loud growl. His canines descended as his body exploded. He didn’t hesitate when he felt Curtis push his neck into his teeth. Chauncey sank them deep, cutting through flesh as he laid his claim once more.
* * * *
Nero splayed his fingers, checking to see if the intimate scene was over yet. When he saw the couple fast asleep on the couch, he shut the monitor off. He sat there for a minute, tapping his fingers on the station before racing from the room to find his mate, Gunnar.
Maybe he shouldn’t have put a camera in the living room either.
He wasn’t too sure about Mark’s “big plan” on keeping an eye on his son. He was quite sure the tattooed human would be chewing nails if he saw what was actually taking place.
Yeah, tomorrow he was going to go over to Curtis’s apartment and remove the camera from the living room. The only place left was the kitchen.
“Please don’t let them have sex there, too.”
* * * *
Curtis walked into Murphy’s bookstore with the job-listings section of the newspaper tucked under his arm. If he was going to keep his apartment, which was
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