Wolf Tales IX. Kate Douglas
Jake thought they sounded like a couple of big dogs after a long run.
Stuffed full, his body slowly adjusted to what was an entirely unparalleled invasion. The lingering pain of entry slowly, subtly, gave way to pleasure. Jake opened his eyes, unaware he’d closed them when Luc first entered his body. Once again he found himself staring into eyes the image of his own. There was something important about that, something he should understand, but now all he wanted was for Luc to move, to make the pleasure grow, to take him even higher.
He’d never been penetrated—not with fingers or sex toys, and most definitely not with a man’s cock. He’d never experienced a connection with another man that was even remotely similar, but for some unfathomable reason, as Luc slowly withdrew and then pressed forward once again, Jake thought of the women he’d fucked. So many women…the countless, nameless, faceless women who, over the years, had been receptacles for his hard cock, and if not for the condoms he always used, for his seed.
Jake realized he felt more for the man fucking him now than he ever had for any of those women. Felt a greater connection, a stronger emotional link with Lucien Stone than he’d experienced with anyone before now.
Had the women felt this with him? Had he ever given any of them the same feelings Luc now shared with him, the sense he was a vessel, a treasured receptacle for the man’s cock? He couldn’t imagine any woman feeling this complete during sex with him.
Not as complete as Jake felt with Luc.
Impossible. Jake knew he was an adequate lover, but he’d never shared his soul. Never given anything of himself. Luc gave everything. Jake’s mind and body soared, caught in the gentle rhythm of Luc’s slow and deliberate penetration, in the sense of the man who made love to him as if he truly cared.
Jake wrapped his hands around his shins and held his legs bent tightly against his chest. His cock bobbed against his belly, hard and dripping, the little eye pointing directly at his chin. He almost laughed. Was he going to shoot all over his face when he came…?
Shit. When he climaxed while another guy fucked his ass.
Luc seemed to read his mind. Their connection grew more powerful as Jake’s arousal, tempered by confusion, grew. When Jake wondered about his cock shooting jizz all over his face, Luc wrapped a hand over the thick shaft and slowly, almost reverently, stroked him.
As if he understood Jake’s fears.
Almost as if he offered answers to his questions.
Jake watched those long fingers sliding up and down his cock, watched the cowl of foreskin as it partially covered the glans and then retreated once more, mesmerized by the vision of another man beating him off, another man’s hand lovingly stroking his dick.
The sensation was so intense, so entirely visceral, he jerked his gaze away from the sight and looked up, directly into those clear amber eyes, sparkling now in the dying light of the campfire.
And it happened. Something so unreal, so intense that Jake forgot to breathe. A link, unlike anything he’d ever imagined. A clear telepathic link with another person. Without any warning he was there, inside Luc’s head, his cock trapped in the damp warmth of Jake’s rectum, sliding in and out against the hot clench of strong muscles and wet heat.
He felt the sleek stretch of soft skin over an erection as hard as steel, the wet flow of pre-cum as his hand rolled over the broad glans on each upward stroke, and the fascinating slip and slide of a foreskin, a small structure alien to Luc.
Jake heard the silent litany, repeated over and over in Luc’s head, the words don’t come, hold on, don’t come, hold on…, so clear they became Jake’s words, his own mantra until the two of them seemed caught in sexual stasis, balanced precariously between need and desire, caught on the precipice between unbearable lust and ultimate perfection.
Luc smiled and Jake knew he’d been caught, knew that Luc realized his thoughts had been stolen. In that one instant, the act that had been a sharing, a joining of two souls, exploded into something more—a challenge. A battle of wills, of two strong men, each trying to outlast the other.
Now when Luc grinned at Jake, Jake winked. What had been deadly serious took on another sense altogether—of challenge, but of play, too. Exhilarating, thrilling beyond the extreme, yet it was something totally unexpected, and for Jake, an entirely new level of arousal.
Luc’s thrusts sped up and he slammed into Jake faster, harder. His hand slipped up and down Jake’s cock at the same speed, sliding in the thick streams of pre-cum now pouring from the tip.
Sensation poured over Jake—the penetration that seemed to fill his entire body, the exquisite pleasure and perfect pressure of another man’s hand wrapped around his cock. He felt himself sliding over that edge, slipping precariously toward climax, taking the ride alone while Luc plundered his body with perfect control.
Desperate, unwilling to give in to an orgasm fighting for release, Jake slipped his hands between his legs, brushed the thick root of Luc’s cock and cupped his balls in both hands.
Jake almost laughed at Luc’s sharp look of surprise when he squeezed lightly and pressed a fingertip against Luc’s ass. Luc’s hips jerked—in and out a half dozen times in rapid succession, and Jake knew he’d won, knew he’d held on, knew…
His victory was short-lived. Bombarded with shared sensations and visuals—from Jake’s point of view, from Luc’s, so many, so intensely visceral, it was all Jake needed, more than he could take without shooting like a burning star off that precipice and tumbling into orgasm, shouting loudly with Luc’s cry echoing in his ears.
But it wasn’t a cry. Not at all.
It was a howl. The victorious call of a wolf, claiming the night.
They lay together for what seemed like hours. Jake’s hips were still raised on the sleeping bag, though it had flattened out under the combined weight of two men. Luc sprawled across his chest, but his cock was still inside Jake and his fingers still wrapped around Jake’s cock.
The oddest thing, though, happened in his head. Luc was still there, his thoughts an open book to Jake, just as Jake knew his thoughts were to Luc.
I don’t understand, he said. It doesn’t make any sense.
It does, Luc answered. You will.
Jake felt Luc’s chest bouncing against his, and recognized his silent laughter for what it was…an excuse for words, because there were no words.
Jake had no desire to move. None. He’d never felt this complete, this connected, to anyone in his life. Nor this confused. So many images, so many more questions, but they were questions that made him revisit a past he’d tried to forget.
He’d grown up with a succession of relatives raising him until the time came when no one knew how to handle the kid who couldn’t or wouldn’t follow the rules.
He’d lived on the streets, tried some drugs, drifted in and out of empty relationships and dead-end jobs, but without a high school diploma he’d been headed nowhere fast. At least he’d recognized a need for more education, and finally, with a small scholarship, he’d gotten his diploma, gone on to junior college, and then completed paramedic training.
Somehow, he’d thought that helping people in trouble would give him the connection he’d always needed, but it hadn’t helped. Nothing helped. He’d floundered, lost and frustrated.
Until now. Luc had known. Somehow he’d tapped into that part of Jacob Trent that had been searching in vain all his life…only it was hard to find something when you didn’t know what you were looking for.
Luc had shown him exactly what that was. During the height of climax, as orgasm had swept over both of them, Jake had seen his own holy grail, and he’d grabbed hold of it with both hands.
Chanku.
He had no idea what it was, what it meant, but he knew one important fact. Somehow, Luc and the black wolf were connected. And so was Jake.