Page 12 of Little Howl of Moon

Steel’s gaze sharpened and he swallowed hard. Nervous. So nervous. I was too, though.

I needed my hands to be on him. I was already hard, and all I could think about was what it would feel like for him to suck me.

“Can I touch you?” I whispered.

“Yes,” he said. “Please. Touch me. Push me. Fuck me. Be rough or gentle or whatever you want. I just want your hands on me.”

His words lit a fire in my heart. I shoved him against the wall hard enough that it rattled. My hands smoothed over his bulky chest, his fur smooth beneath his shirt, his cock creating an outline in his pants, pressing against the fabric and desperate to escape.

Steel leaned down as my mouth opened for him. His tongue slid across mine and I groaned. It was different, kissing him, but I loved it. My dick hardened to a painful degree as our kiss consumed us both. Pleasure sparked, low in my stomach, melting me.

Fuck.I wanted more. I needed more.

I slid the back of my hand around his neck and gripped gently, giving his fur a tug until his eyes lit up and his knees hit the floor. Even kneeling he was tall, but it put his head right at my chest level.

“Good boy,” I murmured, running my fingers through his fur around his neck. It was a little longer there, easier to grip.

Steel let out the softest moan. “I like it when you say that.”

“I can tell. And I like good boys.” I tipped his face up. I swallowed hard as I looked down at him. “What do you want to do together?”

“I wantyou,” he whispered. “However you’ll have me. Anyway you’ll have me. I’m desperate.”

“I think it makes sense to just have good sex first,” I said. “And then maybe talk about . . .”

“Kinks.” He nodded eagerly. “A lot of kinks.”

My mouth was suddenly dry. I wondered just how much he’d be into, and what the two of us would align on.

There was so much I wanted to know about him.

His claws grazed over my thighs, and I didn’t stop him as he unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. My breath hitched as he tugged them down with my briefs, and took my cock into his warm grip.

“Too much?”

“No,” I said. “You’re doing great.”

A shiver worked over him, and I looked down between us, noting that there was a wet spot on his pants. I moved my leg a little closer to him until my shin was pressed against his hard length and he groaned.

I wasn’t sure how, but at some point, I wanted to take every iron inch I could feel pressed against me right now.

“If we need to stop, we stop,” I said. “If you need to slow down, we slow down. I know we’re jumping in fast, but I don’t want either of us to get hurt. Okay?”

“Okay.” His breath was hot, making my cock jump. “I’m going to hump you if you keep your leg there.”

I applied more pressure, enjoying his rumbling growl. “Hump my leg then, but suck my dick while you’re at it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

It was easy with him. The air buzzed with need around us, and every movement and want and touch was in sync. I gasped as he opened his jaw and his tongue darted out, wrapping around my cock, working me as his hips started to rock instinctively.

Holy fuck.My head tipped back as pleasure battered me. I planted my weight to keep myself from falling as he started to pump his length against me, the sound of his tongue on my cock vulgar and noisy andperfect.

“Steel,” I grunted. “Fuck.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I pushed my hips forward. He took all of my cock, moaning around me. My eyes flew open and I looked down at him, watching as he bent over to suck me, all while he thrust his hips against my leg, humping me.

I was a stranger, for lack of a better word. And yet, here he was in my house. On his knees, sucking me like his life depended on it.Fuck.