Freeing Demitri's Wolf by Charlie Richards (read books for money TXT) 📗

his lover’s chute. He took his time, easing his lover open with his fingers, first one, then two, then three, as he distracted the man by working his mouth and tongue over his cock and balls.

“P-p-please,” Demitri whimpered, writhing with passion.

“N-need.”

Pulling off his cock, Kiernan whispered, “I’ve got you, lover. Just relax. I’ll take care of everything.”

As he spoke, he pulled his fingers free, shoved his sleep-pants down—unwilling to leave Demitri even for the few seconds it would take to fully remove the clothing—and grabbed a condom, quickly rolling it on. At the loss of stimulus, Demitri’s eyes opened wide.

“Kiernan.”

“I’m here, darling,” he crooned, using the last of the lube on his fingers to slick up his condom-covered dick then he guided it to Demitri’s hole. His other hand settled by Demitri’s chest, holding his weight. “Push out for me,” he urged.

As he pressed forward, Demitri obeyed. Kiernan slipped into his lover’s chute, tight heat clamping onto his shaft. He kept moving. Once buried balls deep, Kiernan forced his body to freeze. Demitri stared up at him, his eyes wide, his breaths coming in sharp pants.

“Relax,” he crooned, peppering kisses over Demitri’s eyes, cheekbones, the corner of his mouth. Anything to remove the pained expression on his lover’s face. “Breathe slowly. Focus on relaxing. The first time is always a bit rough,” he reassured. “It’ll feel good soon.”

He reached between them and gently tweaked Demitri’s nipple then gripped it and tugged. Demitri’s eyes widened, and a shiver worked through his body. “Ungh!”

The tight stranglehold on Kiernan’s dick eased, letting him know his lover was ready for him to move. Pulling on years of experience, Kiernan gently eased out, adjusted his angle, and thrust slowly back into his lover.

Demitri’s lust-filled cry filled the room. Kiernan smiled with satisfaction, knowing he’d nailed his lover’s gland on his first try. “Wrap your arms and legs around me, Dee,” he murmured the order into Demitri’s ear. For a second, as he continued his slow, steady thrusts, Kiernan thought his lover was too far gone with lust to do anything but hold on for the ride. But after a couple more seconds, Kiernan felt Demitri wrap him up.

Kiernan shivered, shocked at how good it felt to be held by Demitri, to rock in and out of his body, and how much he wanted to keep this man at his side…forever. Too early for love. The voice whispered through his brain. Closing his eyes, Kiernan tucked his face against Demitri’s neck and sped up his pace.

The way Demitri writhed and moaned, jerked and twitched in his arms caused a well of pride to swell up inside Kiernan. Growling roughly, he whispered into Demitri’s ear, “You ready to come, Dee? You gonna spill your seed without me touching you? You know you want to, don’t you?”

Demitri whined, “P-please.”

Leaning up just a bit so he could see his lover’s flushed face and passion-glazed eyes, Kiernan kept moving as he rumbled gruffly, “Your balls are so tight. Your shaft is throbbing. That little tingle at the base of your spine is just begging you to let go.”

“Yes!” he hissed.

“Do it,” Kiernan ordered.

Demitri’s eyes widened, he gasped, then his chute clamped down hard on Kiernan’s dick as Demitri stiffened and jerked, soaking both their stomachs and abs with his fluids. Groaning, Kiernan managed two more thrusts before he lost it. His back bowed as he roared his release, his balls turning pleasantly inside out as he flooded the condom.

He barely managed to catch himself on his forearms, so he didn’t squish his smaller lover. After several minutes of ragged breathing, he heard Demitri mumble, “Wow.”

Kiernan grinned, inordinately pleased by that one word.

“Mmm,” he hummed, leaning down and nuzzling Demitri’s neck and cheek. When he went to kiss the man, his lover turned away. Concerned, he gripped Demitri’s chin and pulled his face around. “Hey, what is it?”

“Bit my lip,” Demitri admitted.

Kiernan used a thumb on his bottom lip to pull it back, revealing blood pooling at the corners. “Poor, darling,” he crooned. “What happened?”

Giving him a small smile, Demitri admitted, “I guess I’m a biter, but I didn’t want to without permission.”

“Ah, very thoughtful,” Kiernan replied. “Thank you.” He pressed a kiss to Demitri’s chin. Reaching down, he grabbed the base of his dick and the condom, gently pulling his softening shaft from his lover. When Demitri gasped, Kiernan looked up and gave him an encouraging smile.

“Sorry, darling. Stay there and I’ll be right back.”

Although getting up was the last thing he wanted to do, Kiernan knew he had to clean them up. He was too old to wake up with dried cum pulling on his chest hairs. After disposing of the condom, he quickly washed his torso and groin. Grabbing a clean cloth, he doused it in warm water and hurried out to his lover.

Demitri glanced shyly at him through his lashes, and Kiernan grinned at the site of his thoroughly debauched lover. Why he found it sexy that even after what they’d done together Demitri could still blush he wasn’t sure, but it was.

Suddenly, Kiernan was grateful he was at the age where his dick didn’t fill quite as fast anymore, otherwise he’d want his lover’s ass again, and the inexperienced youth couldn’t handle that, yet.

Smiling, Kiernan gently cleaned Demitri up. “You feel okay?” he asked.

Demitri nodded. “Yeah. That was…that was wonderful.”

“Good. Be right back,” he whispered, tucking the blanket around Demitri. Grabbing the plate of deviled eggs, he headed down to the kitchen. By the time he returned, Kiernan found his lover snoring softly, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

Kiernan stared at the man for several seconds, his heart hammering with the affection he felt. He could deny it all he wanted, but in his heart, he knew. If Demitri walked away, he’d be devastated.

Chapter Eight

Demitri cracked an eyelid open and blinked slowly. The heavy arm around his waist and the heat along his back felt