Page 26 of Little Howl of Moon

All the tension melted like a candle dripping from a flame. I leaned over him, kissing him in a way that had my cock hardening against his back. His tongue tangled with mine, a whimpering moan leaving him.

Fuck.I had to pull myself together before I got carried away and just fucked him. I released him and put my hands behind my back, circling him like a shark. Spread out on the bench were all the toys we’d picked out together, but I would be selective about what we used today. I didn’t want to use them all at once. That defeated the point, and I liked the anticipation Steel would feel not knowing what item I’d choose next.

With a smirk, I picked up a blindfold. He swallowed hard as I brought it to him and stooped over, kissing him once more, this time softer. Gentler.

“Are you doing okay?” I checked in.

“Yes,” he said, offering me a fanged smile. “I’m right where I want to be, Oli.”

Oli.I smiled back at him and then straightened my spine. “You’ll use your safe words if you need me to slow down, stop, or check in. Agreed?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

I lifted the blindfold and slipped it over his head, tightening it so it would stay in place. I knotted the silk and then stepped back, admiring him. He wouldn’t see me admiring him, but I couldn’t help it.

His fur was unreasonably soft, a dark charcoal gray. Beneath his fur were hard, corded muscles. Thick tree trunk thighs rippled with strength as he knelt there, and between them, his cock pulsed. A rich crimson red with ridges along the underside every inch or so. At the base, a bulbous knot throbbed, aching. I knew he ached for touch. Cum dripped from the slanted tip, dripping over his fur and onto the floor.

I hummed to myself and crossed to the bench, folding my arms. I was torn between the fleshlight and the riding crop. The leather cuffs were tempting too . . . but I had ginger waiting for me in the kitchen.

And I had a plan.

“So many options,” I sighed.

Steel let out a nervous chuckle, and my evil grin broadened. I picked up the sex toy and the riding crop.

“Put your hands out, palm up,” I instructed.

Steel did as I asked, his shoulders rolling back as he waited patiently. I placed the riding crop in his hands.

“Hold this for me. And remember, you’re not allowed to come until I give you permission to.”

“Yes, Sir.”

We’d see how long that actually lasted. I picked up a bottle of lube and prepped the fleshlight, making sure that it was properly lubed and ready for him. I knelt down and slid my hand around his cock.

Steel groaned, his hips flexing automatically, thrusting deeper into my grip. I fit the end of the fleshlight over the head of his cock and he cursed under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, Sir,” he rasped.

The corner of my mouth tugged as I pushed it further, his cock sliding inside the clear tube inch by inch, until it was snug and fitted over the length of him. Well, most of him, notall. I wasn’t sure there was a fleshlight large enough to really accommodate a werewolf. Actually, maybe there was. Surely the Barista knew a monster sex toy maker or someone . . . I made a mental note to ask him in the future.

His grip tightened around the riding crop as I secured the toy.

Then I pressed the button along the side.

Steel’s head tipped back on a moaning howl, his hips thrusting into the air, helpless. The fleshlight started to milk him, jerking up and down his shaft.

I picked up the riding crop from his claws and dragged the flat leather bit over his chest. He whimpered, his teeth flashing as the sex toy buzzed.

There was no way he’d last long. Not with how long he’d been hard and on the edge. I traced the riding crop all the way down his chest to the part of his shaft not covered by the fleshlight.

Every muscle in his body froze. He leaned forward slightly, but it was then that I noticed he hadn’t put his hands down yet.

Fuck, he was so good.