Let the Rain Come Down [The Moonlight Breed 6] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Gabrielle Evans (read a book TXT) 📗

in Demitrius’s grasp, leaking clear drops of pre-cum from the slit. The small bead of moisture mesmerized him, beckoned him, and Demitrius groaned as he dove forward to capture the bulbous head in his mouth.

His lover’s taste exploded over his tongue, pulling another growling groan from deep in his chest as he worked the turgid flesh in and out of his mouth. Fumbling with his own pants, he managed to extract his aching prick, stroking it quickly while he continued to push Oscar closer to the edge with lips, tongue, and his other hand.

Whether it was the suddenness of the sexual onslaught or the rather public venue for their tryst, it didn’t take long before Oscar was humping against him, pushing his cock deeper into Demitrius’s mouth. The spongy crown bumped the back of his throat, and Oscar shuddered as a strangled mewl burst from his swollen lips.

Demitrius wasn’t finished with his little man, though. There was a reason he’d bound the shifter’s hands, even if it was a bit hard to think coherently at the moment. Squeezing the base of his erection to stave off his own orgasm, he let his lover’s dick slip from his lips just as the first splash of semen landed on his lower lip.

Lifting his other hand, he cupped it around the tip, stroking his mate to completion as Oscar filled his palm with an impressive amount of cum. Using the slippery substance to coat his own demanding dick, he spun his lover around, pushing his chest against the tree, and used the excess semen to slick his fingers.

They’d come together so many times in the last couple of weeks, and the guarding muscles of Oscar’s rim loosened almost immediately, inviting him inside. A few pumps later, he extracted his fingers, pulled the shifter into his lap, and stretched his lover’s arms so that his bound hands looped around Demitrius’s neck.

Oscar’s tight channel convulsed around him, grasping his cock as he slid into the most glorious heat he’d ever felt. Wrapping both arms around Oscar’s torso, he kept the man motionless as he arched his hips, driving up into his clenching ass.

His heart thumped wildly, his skin burned, and his vision dimmed around the edges. Every sense he possessed was fully concentrated on the man in his arms from the sweet scent to the way he writhed and bucked on Demitrius’s lap.

“Someone’s watching us,” Oscar panted, but he didn’t sound overly concerned about it.

Though completely wrapped up in his mate, Demitrius had sensed the three men through the trees. They posed no threat, however, and if Oscar was okay with it, he didn’t see any reason to deny them such an erotic show. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” Oscar shot back, contracting his inner walls to grab at Demitrius’s cock.

“Can you smell their desire?” Demitrius scraped his teeth lightly down the side of Oscar’s throat, pulling a deep shiver from his man. “Do you see how they’re watching you?”

“Oh, gods.”

“They want you, but you’re mine.” It was a powerful aphrodisiac, knowing the young werewolves watching them had a hard-on for what belonged to him. The jealous, protective part of his psyche wanted to shield Oscar from view, but the possessive part of him reveled in the idea of showing off his prize and making others covet such a treasure.

“I’m yours,” Oscar agreed, arching his back, allowing Demitrius to thrust deeper. His cock bounced between his splayed legs, slapping against the inside of Demitrius’s thigh and coating it with translucent moisture. “Fuck, I’m close, love. Touch me.”

“No,” Demitrius growled. “I’m all you need. Let go, sweet baby. Don’t fight it. Just fall, and I’ll catch you. Scream, Oscar. Tell them who has you, who can make you fly.”

“Demitrius!” His head dropped back against Demitrius’s shoulder, and Oscar went stiff in his arms, every muscle tightening as he gasped and groaned through his orgasm, coating the grass in milky cream.

Resting his forehead against Oscar’s nape, Demitrius held his lover close to his chest as he rocked and shuddered through his own release, filling Oscar with his seed until his hole overflowed. “Love you, sweet baby.”

“Mm-hmm,” Oscar agreed, twirling his fingers in Demitrius’s hair and nuzzling against the side of his neck. “That was hot.”

Demitrius agreed, but while the sex was scorching, the outside temperatures were near freezing. “We need to get you inside where it’s warm.”

“Okay,” Oscar agreed easily, sounding dazed and a little disoriented, which brought a smile to Demitrius’s lips. “Did they leave?”

Glancing toward the spot where the men had stood to watch the show, Demitrius kissed Oscar’s temple and shook his head. “They’re gone.” Now that reasoning had returned to his brain, he imagined it was a good thing, because he doubted he’d be quite so accommodating with all of his wits about him.

Releasing the belt from around Oscar’s wrists, he rubbed feeling back into his mate’s arms, taking care to massage his hands and fingers as well. “Thank you,” Oscar mumbled around a huge yawn. “I think I need a nap.”

Demitrius could go for a little shut-eye as well, and he couldn’t think of a better place to rest than with the man he loved in his arms. “Shower?”

“Ugh!” Oscar groaned and wiggled around until he could stand on wobbly legs. “Can I sleep in the shower?”

He looked so cute, his debauched angel, and Demitrius couldn’t deny him anything. “I’ll take care of you.”

Bobbing his head tiredly, Oscar put his clothes to rights and slipped his hand into Demitrius’s to help him up from the ground. “You always do.”

* * * *

“I’m sorry. You want me to do what?” Oscar turned the football around in his hands and frowned. “Let me get this straight. You want me to take this and run. Then you are you going to chase me, tackle me, and I end up in the mud.” He cocked his head to the side and glared up at his lover. “Exactly what part of that