The Wolf King (The Wolf Kings #1) (MLM)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE.

"I want to be naked," Tiberius murmured, taking Jack's hands and placing them over his clothed bulge. "I want to feel every inch of you."

Jack leaned up to press their foreheads together. "Stay close to me," he whispered.

Tiberius could only nod, his hands running up and down Jack's own hairy pecs, his stomach, his back, his hips, his thighs. Jack undid the buttons on Tiberius's pants and pushed them down, lowering himself until he was nearly kneeling. Tiberius stepped out of his pants, but Jack stayed on his knees, nuzzling Tiberius's hairy thighs, moving higher, higher, higher. He could feel Tiberius hold his breath until he pressed his nose to Tiberius's pubic hair, inhaling deeply, and Tiberius gasped, sliding a hand into Jack's hair and holding him there. But Jack didn't want to move just yet anyway.

"That fucking smell," Jack moaned, clawing down Tiberius's thighs and making him buck his hips. "I'm fucking obsessed with it."

"Then you know how I always feel around you," Tiberius grunted, his nails digging a little into Jack's head. "With that fucking maple smell. I want to fucking bury myself in it."

Jack pulled back. Tiberius's cock had started to harden. It was huge and right in his face. He licked his lips, unable to help but wonder what it would taste like on his tongue, if it would suffocate him. He reached up and touched his fingers to the tip. Tiberius inhaled sharply, gripping fistfuls of his hair now and pulling, and Jack wanted to see how much more he could do to him.

He dragged his fingers up the length of Tiberius's cock, to the hilt, and back down again.

"Jack," Tiberius all but whined, and Jack wanted to hear more of it. He wanted rough pleads, voices drowned with lust. He had to remind himself what letting Tiberius fuck him would mean to keep from begging for it.

He wasn't ready for immortality, but he wanted sex. He couldn't ride Tiberius, but . . . they could still touch each other. Tiberius could fuck . . . other parts of him.

Jack gripped Tiberius's cock, squeezing firmly, making Tiberius grunt. Jack took his cock into his mouth. Tiberius groaned loudly, doubling over as Jack took as much of him as he could, squeezing the hilt with both fists and twisting.

"Jack," Tiberius grunted, "ah – Jack!"

Jack felt Tiberius's knees against his pecs as he tried to come closer, as he tried to push the rest of his cock into Jack's mouth. Jack gave a strangled moan, and the vibration had Tiberius pulling on his hair. Without word or warning, he thrusted his hips. Jack's nails carved into his thighs, but it only seemed to turn him on more.

"Jack, Jack," Tiberius panted, thrusting his hips into Jack's face and fucking his mouth. Jack felt his back hit the bathtub and he reached a hand around, clutching one of Tiberius's ass cheeks, pulling him in deeper.

"Suck my dick," Tiberius groaned, clutching the edge of the bathtub with his free hand as he thrusted faster. "Suck my cock. Fuck, Jack, you look so fucking sexy."

Jack's cock stuck up against his stomach as he felt Tiberius harden in his mouth. The dirty talk was fueling the fire in his gut, and he wanted more. He wanted Tiberius to cum on his fucking face, to push him against the wall and fuck his ass.

Immortal, he reminded himself in the back of his mind. I don't want it. I don't want to be immortal.

Fine. But he still wanted more of this. Tiberius seemed to read his thoughts because he suddenly gripped Jack's shoulders and pulled out.