Page 71 of The Golden Receiver

I groaned as he started kissing my neck, a groan that turned into a full moan when he bit down and started to suck. I knew what he was doing. He was marking me as his, somewhere visible. I wasn’t normally a big fan of hickeys, but in this case, I wanted it. I wanted to walk around with everyone knowing that I was his.

My head fell backward, making it easier for him. I ground down on his growing bulge, desperate for just a little more. It must have worked, because he pulled his lips away and rolled us over so I was underneath him. His hips ground down against me, and I could feel his hard cock on my thigh, right through the fabric of our sweatpants. The friction and his weight on me were driving me mad. The longer it went on, the more desperate I was becoming.

I wanted more touching.

I wanted more everything.

I flipped him over and started kissing down his chest, stopping to flick my tongue over his nipples. His back arched into the kiss, especially when I bit down. He moaned the further down I kissed, and damn, it did something to me. By the time I got down to his waistband, I could see the full outline of his cock straining against the fabric. I felt like I was doing him a favor when I tugged down his black Creelin branded sweats right along with his underwear.

He lifted his hips to make it easier, and I slid them right down his legs. He was naked underneath me, and I was enamored by the sight. Same as I was every time. I wanted to count the freckles that covered his body, draw constellations between them with my tongue.

Actually, that didn’t sound like a bad idea.

I found a few freckles on his inner thigh and started to connect them with the tip of my tongue, drawing a heart and then a star. His thighs tightened, and he let out a whine that sounded almost as animalistic as the noises I’d heard him make in werewolf form. I followed the freckles up higher. Every stroke of my tongue made him breathe heavier, brought out new noises, made me more desperate.

Then, I sucked his balls into my mouth, and he let out the kind of moan that traveled right through my core. My cock throbbed at the sound, and I knew this was exactly what we both needed. This was how I was going to show him that he was just as much mine as I was his.

I teased his balls with my tongue for a few moments longer before licking a stripe up the underside of his thick cock. There was a shining bead of precum on the tip, and I lapped it up, moaning at the taste. I’d come to get addicted to the way he’d tasted in the time we’d been hooking up, and I loved it even more now. Now that I knew that I was the only person who was going to be getting to hear these sounds or taste him.

It all belonged to me.

I was his, and he was mine.

I swallowed him down after teasing his tip, taking him as far as I could and wrapping my hand around the base to make up the difference. I felt him adjust underneath me, and when I pulled back long enough to look, I found his knees bent and feet planted at the foot of the bed. I took him back down, and he began to thrust up. I matched his thrusts, working with him to give him as much pleasure as I could.

I kept going until he stopped thrusting up and called out my name. “Too close, too close,” he panted out.

I didn’t want it to be over yet, so I pulled off him with a pop. Our lips collided again. While we kissed, he pushed down my pants. My cock broke free and slid against his spit wet shaft. The feeling was overwhelming. Shit, I hadn’t realized how worked up I’d gotten just from sucking him off. I almost had to call it quits because this wasn’t how I wanted to get off.

I wanted to get off in him.

I wanted to feel his warmth wrapped around me.

It was one of the few things we hadn’t done yet. I’d spent too much time injured this semester, between getting hurt on the field and getting jumped at the blood moon. Hadn’t really been conducive to finally taking that step with him, to figuring out what he felt like wrapped around me. I pulled away and looked down at him.

“I want to fuck you,” I whispered.

Because if that wasn’t what he wanted, then I wasn’t going to push. The first time we’d hooked up, he said he liked it both ways, but if he preferred being the one to fuck me every time, then I was more than okay with that. But damn, did I want to claim him the way he’d claimed me. I wanted to make him as much mine as I was his, and this felt… I don’t know. This just felt like the best way to do it.

Evander’s amber eyes went wide before he nodded. He rolled over, scrambling to get into the little table by his bed. He yanked out the bottle of lube and a condom and thrust them at me.

“I take it that’s a yes?” I asked him with a laugh.

“A hell yes,” he agreed, flopping over to his stomach and spreading his legs wide. “I’ve been…” He looked over his shoulder at me, and I saw the redness spread across his cheeks again. “I’ve wanted to know how your cock feels inside me since the first time I touched it.”

I might not have needed an ego boost, but I wasn’t going to complain about getting one anyway.

I did need one other thing. I draped my body over his and gave him another kiss. This kiss was full of promise. Not just promise for tonight but promise for the future.

My cock slid between his cheeks while we kissed, catching the sensitive skin around his hole. We moaned into the kiss, and I was going to lose it. I needed more than just this. I needed him. I needed every bit of him. I forced myself away from his lips and back up to my knees.

I grabbed the bottle of lube and spread his cheeks, drizzling the cool liquid over his hole and then over my fingers. I worked my first finger inside him, slow as I could. His hole threatened to suck me in further. God, if it felt this tight around one finger, I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive having this hot heat wrapped around my cock.

I took my time though, opening him up with one finger and then two. By the time I was stretching him with three fingers, he was whimpering and whining underneath me. Begging for more. Begging for my cock. I didn’t know how much longer I could take his begging before giving him what we both wanted.

“Just fuck me already,” Evander panted when I thrust my fingers deeper in him.

I pulled my fingers out and grabbed the condom. I ripped the foil open with my teeth and slid the latex over my shaft. I slicked myself with lube and poured more over his hole.