Page 20 of Coyote

My cock filled between us. My face warmed, and I started to lift him off. "Hang on. I don't want to make this weird."

Coyote looked down between us. "Your cock is against my ass."

"I'm aware."

"I climbed up here on purpose."

"You brought me down here to wash me, not—"

He grabbed my face and made me look at him, his hands on either cheek. "I brought you down here to get the blood off. Then I got naked and sat on your cock." He rolled his hips, dragging himself along the length of me. "That part was also on purpose."

He'd told me at the river I'd have to heal first, and he'd meant it. I kept my mouth shut about it, and so did he.

My fingers tightened on his hips. He took one of my hands from his hip and wrapped it around his cock, and I let out a small groan. He fit my fist perfectly.

"Feel that?" he asked. "That's what you do to me. So quit apologizing for what you're doing under me."

He moved my hand once, showing me the pressure he wanted, then let go. I stroked him. His eyes stayed on my face while he rocked into my fist, easy at first, then harder. The head of his cock slipped through my palm, wet enough to make each pass easier.

My own cock pressed between his cheeks. Every time he rolled his hips, the heat of him dragged over me and pulled another breath out of my chest.

"Before this goes further," I said.

He stopped moving.

"Anybody before me?"

"No."

I frowned. "Nobody?"

His eyes narrowed. "I know what I like. I didn't need another person to figure it out."

"Hands?"

"Obviously."

"Toys?"

His mouth curved. "Several."

I tightened my grip before I meant to.

Coyote shoved up into my fist.

"It's been a long time for me," I said. "My last screening was negative."

"Always the doctor." He rolled his hips and started moving again. "Quit worrying."

"You're sure?"

"I've been sure since the pit." He rolled his hips down hard enough to make both of us groan.

I kept my hand moving on him, base to tip, thumb over the head on every pass. His breathing changed, coming quicker against my neck.

He reached down and put his hand over mine, moving it faster. "There. Like that."

I followed the pressure he gave me. He shuddered and bit my jaw. Then he sat back enough for me to watch my hand work over him. The sight of his cock in my fist, his thighs spread over mine, made my mouth water. Nobody had touched him like this before me. It settled warm and heavy low in my stomach.