Page 26 of Hellhounds Never Lie

"You'd bottom?" Fuck, I’d done it, hadn't I? I’d gone and made an assumption about Dillon's preferences because of his size. I hated when guys did that to me. "Right. Never mind. Scratch that I asked you that."

"You can ask me anything, little witch." Then Dillon leaned forward until his mouth was at my ear before whispering, "And for the record, I like both. I want both. With you. Want to feel you tight and hot around my dick. Want to feel you deep and thick inside me when you come. Want you all ways. Want to see you lose control over and over because of me. But only if you want that too."

I damn near shot my load. I gripped the base of my cock and squeezed to slow things down. Every insecurity I’d had was gone now. At least for the moment. I wanted him and he wanted me and that was all that was important.

"You in me first. Then we'll see what happens next."

"Yes, sir."

"Fuck, those words…" They did something to me. My body arched against Dillon's.

Dillon laughed like he knew exactly what effect he was having on me. The big guy might say “yes, sir” like I was the boss right now, but it was Dillon who had taken full control of my body and thoughts and desires. But just the suggestion that I was in control eased any lingering anxiety. And apparently I’d needed that.

I threw myself into giving Dillon as much pleasure as I possibly could. We explored and teased and tasted one another until his stomach and the bottom of my shirt were coated in precum.

"Lube?"

"Top drawer." Then I remembered I didn't have condoms. The last time I’d had sex was eons ago and I’d tossed the condoms a few months ago because they’d expired.

But then my brain caught up to what was going on and I relaxed. Sexually transmitted infections weren't a thing for supes—magic was apparently a bit of a cure-all in that regard. Until Dillon, I hadn’t been able to stomach the idea of being with a supe—despite how I’d drooled over a few of the guys around town—so my few hookups over the years had been with humans. With them, condoms were expected. Even my ex, when he’d been pretending to be human, had demanded we use condoms. Most supes only used condoms to prevent pregnancy. As a gay guy, I didn’t need to worry about that. But we still needed to talk about it.

“Uh… I don’t have condoms… I mean I know we don’t need any, because you know… magic and all that… but I thought I should tell you.” I’d never knowingly been with a supe before, so my pulse raced at the idea of Dillon being bare inside me.

Dillon’s breath caught. Fire danced in his eyes. I could feel his body heat rise even more. “If you are okay with it…”

“I am.” I nodded quickly. “And I definitely have lube. So much lube. Hey, don’t judge. The ginormous bottle was on sale.”

I eyed Dillon's erection again. And my penny-pinching ways were now paying off because, yes, we’d need lube. Lots of it. None of my previous lovers were so generously endowed. Hell, even my dildos weren't that long and thick.

"Hey," Dillon said, drawing my attention again. "We don't have to. Not now. Not ever. Not if you don't want to."

"Hell, no," I said shaking my head. "We're not stopping now, big guy." I palmed Dillon's cock. "Just prep me good."

Dillon nodded, then a sly grin played at his mouth, and I knew exactly what he was going to say before he whispered those two little words, "Yes, sir."

"Shit. The things you do to me." My cock bobbed. I’d never wanted to be in control in the bedroom before, but maybe that had changed since my ex too. Or maybe it was just Dillon and the way he looked at me when he said those two words. Like he’d give me the world, all I had to do was ask.

Then Dillon's lubed fingers slid down to my ass and all thought ended again. I couldn't look away from his eyes as he rubbed and massaged my opening, getting it slick and wet. When the tip of the first finger pushed inside, I groaned, closed my eyes, and grabbed my knees to open myself to his touch.

"Yes, keep going," I urged.

I lost track of time as Dillon prepped me, rocking his fingers in and out and sweeping against that sweet spot deep inside my body until I was trembling and begging "now, now, now." Dillon wouldn't be rushed though.

When he finally pulled his fingers away, my eyes snapped open to see the hellhound staring at my opening with flames dancing in his eyes. A faint scent of smoke filled the air around us. Dillon was a predator, probably one of the strongest shifters alive, and it was sexy as fuck to have someone that powerful in my bed, staring at me like he wanted to devour me.

"Now, Dillon." I started to flip over, but he grabbed my leg and stopped me.

"I want you on your back, so I can see your face."

Dillon grabbed a pillow. I lifted my hips as the hellhound shoved it under me. Then I grabbed my knees and pulled them to my chest again, exposing myself to him. Dillon moaned. One of his fingers waltzed over my dick and balls, until they ended at my hole again, as if he couldn't stop himself from touching me.

"Fuck me," I demanded.

"So bossy." Dillon smirked but walked forward on his knees until his thighs touched me.

My body tensed in anticipation, and I willed myself to relax.

"If you tell me to stop, I'll stop," Dillon said. "Doesn't matter what's happening. I'll stop, okay."