Page 49 of Coyote

"Little John wasn't much for giving orders."

"I am."

"I noticed."

He took more of my hand than I thought he had room for and told me to keep going. I worked him until his shoulders dropped and he shoved back against my knuckles for more.

Then Coyote caught my wrist. "Enough."

"You sure?"

"I want something bigger."

He drew my fingers out and coated my cock with more lube. He closed his hand around me and stroked me root to tip, and I bit my lip.

"Coyote."

"Hold still."

He rose over me, reached back, and set the head of my cock against his hole. The first give of his hole against me locked every muscle I had. Then he pressed down, taking me in by fractions, and I groaned into his shoulder with my jaw locked.

His breath hitched.

"Wait," he said, and my hands closed hard around his hips.

I froze. He stayed there, eyes shut, breathing through his nose.

"You want to stop?"

"No."

"Tell me."

"Give me a second."

I held him without moving him.

His body eased a little at a time. When his eyes opened again, they were dark and focused. "More."

Coyote lowered himself another inch. Then another. He stopped whenever he needed to while I kept my hands on his hips and let him control every bit of it, even when everything in me wanted to pull him down.

Halfway down, his thighs shook against my hips. I started to lift him, but Coyote slapped my hands away.

"I said I'd tell you."

"You're shaking."

"Because you're big." He put my hands back on his hips. "Hold me. Don't move me."

I set my hands where he put them and left them there.

He let out a slow breath and lowered himself again. By the time his ass settled against my thighs, his balls drew up tight against my skin, and both of us were panting.

I had never been so deep inside another person. He held me everywhere, tight and hot, his body stretched around the whole length of me.

Coyote opened his eyes. "There." His breath broke against my mouth. "All of you."

My fingers dug into his hips. "You all right?"