Hidden Passions (23 page)

"Time's a-wasting," he said to Chris, flashing sharp teeth at him.

"I need to stare a sec," he explained, "out of respect for your hotness."

Despite the words, he undressed nearly as swiftly.

"Not on the floor," Tony reminded, extending his hands to take Chris's clothes.

Stripped to his skin and too wound up to be self-conscious, Chris swung into the SUV. The car was no compact, but even seated on his heels, the roof was close to his head. Tony was hardly smaller. Going at it the way Chris craved would be interesting.

"Yummy," Tony said, running his hands over Chris's chest and shoulders. He squeezed Chris's biceps as if testing how strong they were. "I'm glad you wanted to be naked too."

"I always want to be naked when you're around."

Tony laughed. "You say the nicest things."

"I don't want to be nice," he warned, a growl sneaking into it.

"Really?" Tony said archly. "I guess you'll be needing this."

Not a bit afraid, he grabbed his discarded jeans, digging out a single-size applicator of what Chris assumed was lubricant.

"Okay, sometimes you're so prepared it's scary."

"I always want to be prepared for you." Tony's breathlessness sent a different message than his sassy tone. "I should warn you there's only one. You'll have to make it count."

Chris narrowed his eyes, fully intending to. "What if I want to fuck you hard? What if I want to push you around a bit?"

Tony's pupils expanded. "I'd say bring it on, tiger."

Tony had a way of being hot and funny at the same time.

"You'll want to be on your front," Chris said.

"Will I?" Tony asked without moving.

Grappling in a small space with a not-small guy like Tony was no cakewalk. Add to that the wolf resisting Chris's attempt to flip him over, and there was some cursing and bonked elbows before he accomplished it. By the time he planted his knee conqueror-style in the small of Tony's back, Chris's blood was extremely up.

This, of course, was what Tony intended.

"You're so mean," the wolf said in falsetto. "I don't want that big cock of yours ravishing me!"

God, it was weird that Chris found this arousing. His cock was hard enough to pound nails, so hot it should have been glowing. Tony squirmed, his ass going up and down. Chris pushed his shin between its cheeks.

"Be still," he commanded.

The growl the order came out on was genuine. Tony shivered, then filled his lungs with air. Chris just knew he was planning to make another joke. Rather than let him, he dropped a stinging smack onto Tony's right buttock. Tony sucked in a breath of shock, but Chris had no pity. Tony had once smacked him playfully. Ever since Chris had fantasized about returning the favor with interest. He rubbed the hot spot--caressed it, really--and brought his palm down again.

Tony stopped trying to speak. His breathing was deep and ragged. Unable to deny he liked the sound, Chris straddled his hips and sat. Muscle by muscle, he drew his touch down Tony's satiny back. Every one of his fingertips registered Tony's heart pounding. When he reached Tony's ass, its muscles were quivering.

The red mark he'd left was fading. Shifters rarely retained bruises. Chris's fingers curled. He wanted to hit the place again and wasn't sure he should. He'd been aggressive with partners, but he'd never seriously spanked one.

Some fantasies were safer not lived out.

"Go ahead," Tony whispered. "You know you won't hurt me."

The wolf's head had twisted around to look back at Chris, his green gaze shooting laserlike at him. He'd bent his arms so that his hands were level with his shoulders. They weren't relaxed. His fingers had sprouted claws. They punctured the plastic panels that formed a new floor above the seats. Despite Chris's weight bearing down on him, Tony's pelvis was slightly lifted. He seemed not to want pressure there, as if maybe he'd come too quickly if he got it.

Was it possible Tony had been thinking about this too?

"Can't you see I'm excited?" Tony's voice was low and rough. "I'm dripping a fucking oil slick here."

With perfect timing, Chris's sharp ears heard a droplet hit. The sound acted like a spark running up a fuse. Chris took a second to shiver before raining a storm of quick sharp smacks around Tony's ass. He kept the onslaught going for half a minute, his palm in love with Tony's resilience. When he stopped, his rear was pink all over. The blows had been forceful enough for that.

Fascinated by the effect, Chris stroked Tony's simmering glutes the same as he had after his initial strike. He hoped the spanking had felt good, that it increased Tony's awareness of this part of his body. Seeing the new marks were also fading, Chris made dents in them with his fingertips.

"God," Tony moaned, his spine twisting.

The motion sure looked like pleasure. Chris had shifted back to hit him from a better angle, and Tony's butt had lifted to meet the blows. Wanting to be sure he'd enjoyed them, Chris slipped one hand around Tony's hipbone and under him. His erection was thick and shuddering, fighting gravity with its slant. Chris ringed it snugly with thumb and fingers, pulling along its shaft to the knob.

"Shit," Tony hissed. "You're going to bring me off."

Chris wasn't ready to do that, so he released his cock. Tony wasn't looking at him anymore. Head bowed forward on his neck, he rolled his brow in small sideways motions on the floor. The pose was like the definition of surrender. Chris squeezed Tony's shoulders before drawing his hold down his sides.

The touch was enough to make the wolf shudder.

"Please--" Tony began.

"Shh," Chris cut him off firmly. He was pretty certain they both wanted him in charge. He used the knuckles and thumb of one hand to spread the cleft of Tony's clenched cheeks apart, exposing the tight creases of his anus. With his other hand he snapped the ampoule of oil, making sure the silky fluid ran to the right target.

He didn't tell Tony to relax. That seemed too soft an instruction for their current activities.

"You
will
take me," he predicted. "You can't stop me from prepping you."

His thumbs caught the lube that threatened to run astray. He pushed it over Tony's closed entrance, rubbing back and forth, letting Tony enjoy the friction on that nerve-laden area.

The wolf choked a little noise, hips shoving helplessly back toward him.

Chris decided he was ready. He pushed both thumbs inward at the same time.

Tony arched, the sound he made a sexy cross between a snarl and a groan. Chris worked his bent thumbs into and around the first stretch of his passage.

"Deeper," Tony begged.

"I don't think so," Chris growled, pulling his touch away. Swinging off him altogether, he moved on his hands and knees toward the front of the Explorer.

"Where are you going?" Tony asked.

"Wait," Chris ordered.

He kept his own supplies in the glove compartment. One in particular would prevent their scents from combining quite so much. The
Tiger!
brand condom he pulled out wasn't the most expensive the company made. Under the circumstances, Chris didn't need fancy spells to prevent conception. Ribbing was nice, though, and extra-thin latex. Hopefully, Tony would agree.

Tony had shifted partly onto his side to watch him roll the rubber on. Chris's view of Tony's cock tantalized. The wolf was unmistakably revved up, his erection actually dark against his tanned abdomen. His balls had pulled up a little, though they still lolled between his thighs.

"I didn't tell you to move," Chris said.

Tony's eyes flared brighter. Normally, he'd have made a wiseass remark but not this time. He wriggled back onto his front instead.

His docility was exciting. Chris's heart sped up as he moved to him. Since they were there, waiting, he struck Tony's right cheek and then his left.

"Bend your legs up, wolf," he said.

Tony did. The change in position lifted his ass toward Chris. Chris bent his body around him, chest to back, pelvis to rear, hands flattened outside Tony's so he was caged. Tony's ass was hotter than normal as it cushioned his erection. The moment felt different, like they were exploring new territory. Liking that whether he should or not, Chris dragged his lengthened teeth across Tony's nape.

Tony groaned, the tease gunning his motor.

"You're mine," Chris whispered. "I won't let you get away."

Tony began to answer, but when Chris's teeth secured a stretch of skin and muscle, all he could do was moan. Chris moved one hand to his own penis, adjusting its angle to go in.

Once he was positioned, Tony's hip supplied the ideal handhold. Though he thrust with some force, he didn't meet resistance.

"God," Tony groaned once he was in all the way. His body writhed around Chris's cock in delicious slow motion. "I don't think I can breathe."

He could pant, so that wasn't a problem.

Chris tightened his grip on Tony's nape and started pounding him.

Tony cried out with pleasure. "Chris. God." His hips snapped up like they were on a hinge, allowing Chris to go deeper. "Yes.
Yes
."

He sounded like the train that was hurtling him toward orgasm was an express. Chris shifted angles so as not to hit his prostate dead on.

"Fuck," Tony said.

Chris growled against his neck, reminding him who was boss. His assertiveness didn't anger the younger man. Tony panted harder, driving Chris's excitement to the brink.
To hell with waiting
, he thought. He'd drive them both over.

Out of nowhere, the SUV began moving.

"What the--?" Chris rose from Tony's neck to look around. Needles of hot spray were pelting the car windows. The carwash conveyor had gotten a grip on them.

"Don't stop," Tony pleaded, reaching back for his hip. "I . . . fuck . . . I tried to start the equipment when we came in. I assumed it didn't work. The computer . . . must have been booting up."

Chris didn't sense anyone outside, though the rumble of the track and the clouds of steam could have been masking them.

"There's no one," Tony said. "I swear. God, get your teeth on my neck and finish me."

Chris's adrenaline had shot into its red zone. His skin was ablaze, his fight response searching for a target. Was Tony right? Did he dare continue? His tiger made up his mind for him. It snapped him forward, clamping his jaw around Tony's nape. The possessive gesture felt so good he groaned. He drew his hips back, reveling in Tony's whine of longing . . .

Then he plunged back to screwing him like a maniac.

He should have come in seconds. His arousal and intensity of sensation were high enough. Possibly his recent stress reaction was getting in the way.

"Yes," Tony moaned. "Right there. Right
there
."

Chris was pounding his prostate again. He hadn't intended to, but he didn't stop. He wrapped his fist around Tony's cock and pumped, figuring one of them ought to come at least. Tony let out an animal sound. The Explorer began to shudder, soapy brushes beating them from either side. Chris gasped. He was almost there. The vibrations ran up his knees and into his aching balls. Tony slammed back on him and writhed.

Christ
, Chris thought, about to lose his mind. Tony groaned, his hand suddenly wrapping Chris's. He was tightening the tiger's hold on his cock, forcing it to rub the sensitive spot on its base harder. Chris felt the wolf's bulbus gland expanding. That final turn-on shattered his barriers.

He came like he meant to drown the world.

Tony went at the same time, shooting heat and wetness over their joined fingers. The roar that filled Chris's ears wasn't all from the carwash.

It echoed in his head for a while.

"Whew," Tony said, pulling carefully off of him.

Chris dropped beside him, working the condom off before shifting onto his back. His body shook from the strong climax, the sweat he was covered with beginning to cool his skin. Sanity prodded him as it did. How had this happened? They were on their way to a party--with his clan and Tony's pack. This "pit stop" was supposed to have been quick and straightforward.

"I should run myself through the carwash," he said, only half kidding.

Tony sat up. "Hold on. I have something to help with that."

He fished two towelette packets from his apparently bottomless jeans pockets.

Chris read the item he'd been handed. "'Professor Spock's Clean & Sweet Scent-Cancelling Demon Wipes.'"

"The storeowner swears they work," Tony said.

"Where do you find this stuff?"

"In places you dare not go, grasshopper."

Chris suspected that was true. He opened his towelette, sniffed . . . and smelled nothing. "They're spelled."

"That is correct. And since they work on stinky demons, de-scenting us should be no problem."

Chris unfolded the surprisingly generous towelette and began cleaning off his skin. Outside, the SUV had reached the end of the wash and was being dried by big air blowers. "I'm sorry you have to think this way for my sake."

"I don't hate it," Tony said. "It's kind of like being a spy."

Not hating it wasn't the same as being glad.

"I'm okay with it," Tony said. "Really. You make it worth my while." He stretched his arms in front of himself, wove his fingers together, and cracked his vertebrae. "You're fun when you're bossy."

"You like that, huh."

"I cannot deny I do."

"My dominant side makes me nervous sometimes," Chris confessed.

"I know." Tony's smile warmed his soft green eyes. "I'm glad you feel safe letting it out with me."

Was that why Chris did it, rather than because Tony was naturally submissive and called it out in him? The question made him uneasy. He couldn't answer it.

Tony was sorting through the pile of tossed off clothes for the ones that belonged to him. Despite his preoccupation, he caught Chris's expression.

"Oh God," he said. "Please stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Second-guessing everything we do together. I'm happy, Chris. This--" he gestured from Chris's heart to his own "--is working out for me."