Hunter's Moon (20 page)

Gabe kissed Kieran’s perineum, his inner thighs, his pucker.

Rising to his elbows to watch, Kieran asked, frowning, “Isn’t that… gross…?”

Gabe just chuckled and grinned, shaking his head amused—and delved right back into the thick of things.

“Your face feels like sandpaper on me,” Kieran murmured, and Gabe smiled, licking and nipping the soft perineum, silky smooth under his tongue. Gabe knew stubble could feel bristly, rough, and even scratchy against sensitive skin, but he also knew Kieran would soon get used to it—and love the feel of it. “And your tongue… it’s kind of coarse… like a dog’s….” The way Kieran shuddered as he spoke told Gabe the man was blushing at saying it, the mental association to dogs and wolves not far off. He knew his tongue could shift—just like the rest of him—but he hadn’t expected it to happen so fast and without his noticing it.

There was nothing he could do about it anyway. The wolf had a mind of its own.

Kissing and suckling the tender opening, savoring the pungent male musk wafting over him, Gabe then stuck the tip of his tongue inside, twirling it around as best he could within the limited space available.

Babbling incoherently, Kieran’s hips shot up, and his moan was downright feral. With a smile Gabe continued his ministrations until Kieran was panting, his relaxed body pliant, before moving back up to take Kieran’s balls back in his mouth, licking and sucking the strained sack that shook with the intensity of the act. He quickly moved his fingers to the place where his mouth had been so that Kieran’s fluttering hole would know it wasn’t over yet.

Hurriedly Gabe fished in his jean’s pocket for the packet of lube he had had stashed there, praying the river had not taken it. With a vibrating sigh, Kieran’s balls still lodged in his mouth, Gabe found the packet of lube, dug it out, tore it open, and wet his fingers, continuing to rub the rim of Kieran’s anus, this time with the added slickness of lube, the cool substance warming swiftly with the motion of his hand and the heat Kieran’s body was emanating.

“What did you put on me?” Kieran raised his head to peer at Gabe’s actions.

Gabe let go of the balls in his mouth. “Lubricant.” He held his gaze steady at Kieran. “Do you still want to—”

“Yeah. Stop asking, for fuck’s sake.” There was irritation in Kieran’s tone, and he nudged his body lower, closer to Gabe and his caressing digits.

“All right,” Gabe reassured his mate. “Try to relax because if you start thinking about it, you’ll be all tense and your muscles won’t allow me entry. When I push, you push back, okay?”

Kieran’s expression was utterly confused. “Push back—what?”

Coughing, Gabe knew how he had to put it, but he hated the analogy. “As though you were… in the bathroom….”

For a second it looked like Kieran didn’t get it, and Gabe couldn’t understand why he was so uncomfortable using the right terms. Suddenly Kieran’s face cleared in apparent epiphany. “Oh, you mean like taking a dump?” Pursing his lips and then chuckling, Gabe nodded, and then Kieran repeated the gesture. “Okay. Now?”

“When I push in, you push out.”

All first times were negotiations and experimentation, Gabe was well aware, so he gently inched his fingers around Kieran’s snug entrance, starting with a wide circle and then closing in on his target, until he was close and held a continuous, insistent weight on the twitching hole. He wanted to tell Kieran to breathe and relax, but he knew enough about his mate to know Kieran was trying to concentrate and do it himself—without instructions. So Gabe merely added pressure.

Suddenly, Kieran took a deep breath, held it, and released it in a slow exhale. His muscle tension broke, and Gabe’s lubed-up finger popped into Kieran’s hot, quivering passage.

“Ahh…,” Kieran moaned, his head falling back to the grass. “Feels… odd, but good.”

With Kieran’s unspoken encouragement, Gabe insinuated his finger deeper, slowly but steadily, beginning a seesawing motion, pumping in and out. Kieran’s reaction was immediate as he gasped and tried to shove his butt down further to take more of Gabe inside—and Gabe was more than happy to oblige. Searching for that sweet spot that would make Kieran see stars and sparks, Gabe went in deeper until he curled his finger up and hit that tiny knob of pleasure hidden within.

“Holy shit!” Kieran’s hips shot up in a wild motion, and he actually whimpered.

Score
.

Smiling, Gabe increased the pressure he inflicted on Kieran’s prostate, and Kieran moaned wantonly, his whole body writhing and his ass pushing back on the invading finger. Kieran didn’t even notice when Gabe added another finger. Twisting around gently and pumping the tight, hot orifice with his fingers, Gabe wanted nothing more than to give Kieran pleasure. His own needs seemed to come in a distant second, no matter how badly he wanted relief for the boiling pressure cooker his groin had apparently morphed into. With his left hand, he rubbed his bulging erection through his jeans, giving himself only mild easement with the added friction of the denim. Longing to thrust balls-deep into his mate’s loving ass, Gabe tried to remain in control so as not to spoil their first time together—and Kieran’s first time ever with a guy.

“I’m going to add a third finger now,” he told his mate, nudging at the entrance with his fingertip.

Kieran’s confused gaze landed on him with a frown as he lifted his head from the grass to see Gabe better. “When did you add a second?”

Gabe chuckled, pleased. “If you didn’t feel it, that means you’re good and relaxed.”

Murmuring something unintelligible, Kieran laid his head back down and spread his legs further, blindly reaching for the pleasure Gabe was giving him. The reaction was pure lust and instinct, and Gabe was glad he was the one to introduce Kieran to this experience.

But when he inserted the third finger, Kieran grunted and went very stiff—and not in a good way. “What the hell did you put in me? It’s too fucking big. Feels like a fucking two-by-four.” He fidgeted, the discomfort clearly written on his face.

Gabe understood how it felt. “I know. It’s weird that two fingers are fine, but then a third feels like you’re trying to shove a baseball bat through the eye of a needle. Trust me, Kieran. The unpleasant feeling will not last, I promise you.”

Squirming, partly trying to move away, half trying to remain still, Kieran eventually nodded. His show of trust warmed Gabe’s heart. Gently he kept pushing in and out of Kieran’s ass, stretching his lover slowly and carefully. The mere thought of causing Kieran any pain made Gabe nauseous. Finding Kieran’s special spot again, Gabe poked at his prostate, and Kieran cried out, his hips bucking up as the waves of pleasure washed over him again and again as Gabe continued to give him delectable delight.

Panting, Kieran whispered, “When you gonna put it in?” His eyes were squeezed shut tight and his hands fisted at his sides. His cheeks, neck, and chest were covered in red blotches of arousal, and Gabe knew it was time.

Withdrawing his fingers from inside Kieran, Gabe unbuttoned his jeans, got up on his feet, and worked his clothing off as quickly as humanly possible, shimmying his hips and jumping up and down to facilitate the undressing in his impatience. Kieran had risen on his elbows to watch Gabe strip, and the hunger in his blue-gray eyes was more naked than Gabe was in all his glory. Kneeling down again between Kieran’s splayed legs, Gabe squirted more lube on his hands and spread the cool gel on his smoldering-hot, rock-hard cock. Kieran watched intently, unblinking, at Gabe’s hand working himself, stroking his stiff, aching dick and stoking the fires of passion within them both.

“I’m coming in, Kieran. Now’s the time to say if you don’t want me to go any—”

“Fuck, Gabe. You think too much. Just fuck me already. I’m dying here.”

The growled words spilling out of Kieran’s mouth ignited something wicked and sultry inside Gabe, who swiftly inched forward until the blunt, smooth tip of his cock brushed against Kieran’s twitching opening. Holding onto Kieran’s thigh with his left hand and his hard cock with his right, Gabe nudged the snug entrance, pushing steadily against the battling muscle until his crown popped in. As Gabe breached the tight ring of muscle, Kieran flinched for a second, holding his breath, but then began to breathe, visibly unwinding. The heat and pressure of Kieran’s channel clamping around Gabe’s cock was indescribable, and Gabe had to stop and close his eyes so that the visual stimulation of seeing himself enter his mate didn’t finish him off prematurely.

“What’re you waitin’ for, dammit? Fuck me!”

Kieran kept goading him, and Gabe felt his own self-control slipping. Matching the physical cues of Kieran’s relaxing body to his incremental push in deeper, Gabe grabbed Kieran’s legs and wrapped them around his own waist, the soles of Kieran’s feet planted firmly against Gabe’s firm, round buttocks. The move yanked his lover closer to him, and with an audible moan from both men Gabe was finally in Kieran to the hilt. Kieran kept trembling and wriggling so that Gabe had no trouble telling how their bodies responded to each other. A part of Gabe wished Kieran wanted
him
as much as he wanted this novel gay experience, but unless he asked him he wouldn’t know the truth.

“You’re thinking again,” Kieran suddenly accused him, but though his words were admonishing, his tone was teasing. “Stop doubting, like I did, and just claim me. Own me. Fuck me. And tomorrow… love me.”

And just like that Gabe had his answer.
I already love you, Kieran
.

Kieran had been scared before; he had admitted it. But he wasn’t scared anymore.

Gabe leaned forward until their chests were pressed together tight in full-body contact, and he nuzzled Kieran’s chin tenderly, kissing his way down to his neck, sucking on the softer skin there where Kieran’s earthy aftershave teased his nose, where every open-mouthed kiss gave him another musky, salty taste of his mate’s skin. Gabe was breathless with want, desire flowing in his veins thicker and hotter than blood. Kieran was sinewy and salacious, sweaty and enthralled, and his mouth kept seeking Gabe’s lips, hunting them and closing in with every breath until they shared breath, taste, touch, lick, suction, and nibble.

Gabe soaked him up like he was sunshine and roses.

Their mouths fused together as Gabe pulled his cock almost out and then thrust back in, starting the age-old rhythm of sex. Kieran whimpered into the kiss, and Gabe ate the sound up. As he began to speed up the relentless force of his strokes, Gabe couldn’t help his wandering hands from exploring every inch of heated skin he could reach, and Kieran echoed the same frantic need with his own hands, holding onto Gabe so hard his fingers bruised his skin and his nails scratched up blood.

“Wow, your balls feel funny slapping against me,” Kieran huffed quietly. “Softer than I thought they’d feel.” Gabe chuckled a little at this, the experience becoming new and sensational through his lover. It had been so long since he had thought of something as simple as his scrotum hitting a man’s perineum as a novel practice, he was actually glad everything was fresh and shiny again with Kieran.

Giddy with dark lust, Gabe traveled lower with his mouth until his lips latched onto a nipple. His teeth grazed over the hard nub, and then licked away the sharp sting and sucked until the tender piece of flesh was probably hot and aching with the lascivious treatment. What resulted, however, was not Kieran pushing Gabe away, but Kieran groaning louder, huskier, and clinging to Gabe’s shoulders like to a lifeboat.

“Yeah, just like that,” Kieran mumbled, almost babbling. “Harder. Faster. More.”

One word grunts were evidently all Kieran could get out past his gasps, inhales, and nearly constant moaning. Whatever Gabe was doing, he was clearly doing it right, and that made him grin. Tugging Kieran closer by his hips, Gabe angled his own pelvis to a different position until he pegged Kieran’s prostate with each harsh shove in. Kieran hissed and arched his back, lolling his head back and exposing the entirety of his throat, and Gabe could not hold back the instinct any longer.

With an accompanying snarl, he felt his canines drop through his gums, an itching kind of pain briefly there and then gone. He sank his fangs into the soft flesh, tasting blood and sweat. He knew the pheromones he was exuding would counter the painful effect by flooding his mate’s system with endorphins, so he didn’t stop even when Kieran contorted beneath him, all but wailing.

Without words spoken, Kieran was begging him for it, and Gabe was not about to refuse him. Lifting his head and torso off of Kieran in a rapid motion, Gabe closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and howled to the moon.
My mate
.

“Jeez. Possessive much?” Underneath Gabe, Kieran chuckled weakly, his whole body strung and charged, his hips working involuntarily, his being seeking release now.

Braced above him again on his straight arms, Gabe peered down at his mate. What he saw was nothing short of absolute debauched beauty. Quickly he licked away the wounds, his saliva healing and closing the torn cuts fast. Raising his head again, he whispered, “You’re mine. You’re mine.”

Kieran’s eyes flashed intently—not with anger, but with passion. “Then fuck me. Ride my ass, cowboy, like there’s no tomorrow.”

Gabe did not need to be told twice. Ramming into his lover’s ass with renewed gusto, the taste of Kieran lingering on his tongue, Gabe felt the touch of his mate everywhere, as though he was showered with sparks of static electricity, the hairs on his body standing up, his skin in goose bumps.

Wanting to be with his mate was one thing. Wanting—and needing—it to be more than sex, more than mating, wanting it to be real, was another. Even if they failed as a sexual couple, Gabe knew Kieran would not just up and leave. He was committed to this relationship. They both were. Kieran might have said he didn’t know if that was love, but Gabe had a sneaky suspicion that it was in fact love. They were falling in love.

But now was not the time for such ponderings.

Then Kieran surprised Gabe once more. Kieran kissed Gabe on the lips briefly amidst the rash pants, and then he just looked at him with those blue-gray eyes. “I’ve never felt as right as I feel with you.”