Loving Styles [Brac Village 12] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (9 page)

“There is nothing perverted about wanting to see the beauty of male bodies and how they intertwine together.” Reese’s tone had grown serious. “Do you know how sensual watching two males making love is?”

Okay, now Reese was getting way off topic and Styles did not want to go there. He stood, heading up the steps. “Later.” He would have to remember to lock his bedroom door.

“Prude!” Reese shouted behind him and then Styles heard a deep laugh. The guy was persistent, but Styles wasn’t going to allow him to watch a damn thing. Although he had thought about having sex with Robby, Styles wasn’t sure what he was going to—he stopped dead in his tracks when he walked into his bedroom to see Robby bending over, pulling his pajama pants on.

The man’s bared ass was showing before he slipped the fabric into place. But Styles had caught sight of the pale flesh before the man had covered it.

And he couldn’t stop thinking about what he wanted to do with that nice ass. His canines had become heavy in his mouth as he felt an urge to bite. His cock grew to full length, his skin felt tight.

“I’m sorry,” Robby said as he turned toward Styles, his hazel eyes widening a fraction. “I took longer than expected. But those dual shower heads were nirvana.” He ended his sentence with a smile.

Styles pulled his eyes away from the man to notice a few candles were lit around the room. What was Robby planning?

Robby waved his hand toward the closest candle. “It’s a ritual I have. I always light candles when I shower. It helps me relax. I’ll put them out.”

“No,” Styles said a little too quickly. A momentary look of discomfort crossed Robby’s face. Styles knew he was flip-floppy with his moods and the guy probably didn’t know what he would do. “They’re…nice.”

One corner of Robby’s mouth pulled into a slight smile. “You better be careful. Lighting candles when showering or taking a bath can become addictive. I usually put them in the bathroom with me, but I was afraid of setting the flowers on fire.”

Styles felt his cheeks heat up when Robby mentioned those damn things. Once again he was waiting for the guy to tease him, but Robby busied himself by walking over by Styles, dropping to his knees, and zipping his suitcase back up.

What was with him kneeling in front of Styles? Didn’t the guy know just how much that affected him? Was he aware of the captivating picture he made down there? Before he could blink his eyes, Robby had moved closer, placing his hands on Styles’s thighs. “What are you doing?”

There was almost an imperceptible amount of pleading in Robby’s eyes. Styles held his breath as Robby ran his fingers up and down his thighs, his fingers moving closer and closer to the snap on Styles’s jeans.

“I want to give, not take. Will you let me do that for you?”

Styles’s head lifted and then lowered, panting so quickly that his mouth dried out. Slowly, he moved closer to the dresser and leaned against it, Robby moving with him. He threaded his fingers in Robby’s hair, palming the man’s scalp.

Robby lowered his lashes as his hands moved to unfasten Styles’s jeans. The man’s hand brushed over the head of Styles’s cock, causing a surge of heat to rise within him. He didn’t say a word, just watched as Robby fished his cock out and kissed the very tip of the head. Styles’s entire body jerked, his hand tightening on Robby’s scalp. Wrapping
his lips around the head of Styles’s cock, Robby began to suck, his tongue tracing the veins, his cheeks hollowed. As he watched Robby, the man looked up at him. Styles gave a low growl when he saw the smile in Robby’s eyes that contained a sensuous heat.

The look was as intimate as a kiss.

Styles wanted to tell Robby to suck his cock harder, to take him all the way down his throat, but the words were caught in his throat as he watched the man turn his head, his tongue snaking out to lick along his cock.

The coyote in him howled at the pleasure that was becoming overwhelming. His eyes moved over to the candles flickering as Robby reached a hand into his pants and palmed his sac. He began to roll the flesh gently in his hand, giving the skin a slight tug.

Styles threw his head back, hissing and groaning, grabbing the strands of Robby’s hair and giving a slight tug of his own. The scent of Robby’s arousal slid over him like fur against his skin. It was strong, musky, and had Styles salivating to take the man right here on the floor.

The man’s tongue was slow, sliding, erotically rough and so hot that he felt like he was melting. Robby pulled back, his tongue swirling around the head, dipping into the slit, and pulling out the pre-cum, giving a light growl of approval.

Styles was barely holding onto his control, barely keeping it in check. His coyote wanted to mate Robby, claim him in the most savage and sensual way. Styles opened his eyes, seeing Robby’s grimace of pleasure, the raw lust that transformed his handsome face and made his hazel eyes burst with heat. Styles hadn’t thought Robby could get any better looking, any more tempting, but staring down at the man, he knew he had been wrong.

Claim him. He is your mate. Stop being such a damn fool.

Styles’s breathing picked up. He could see Robby’s eyes begging him with want and need, pleading to be claimed. Robby had said that tonight was all about Styles, but Styles wasn’t that selfish. He couldn’t take from his mate and not give. He was enjoying what Robby was doing to him, but he also wanted to give the man so much pleasure that Robby drowned in it.

Grabbing at the fabric of his shirt, Styles lifted it up and then over his head, tossing it aside. He circled his fingers around Robby’s wrist and placed his mate’s hand on his chest. Robby’s skin was hot to the touch, making Styles groan.

Robby pulled away from sucking Styles’s cock and stood, wrapping his lips around Styles’s nipple. The man sure as fuck liked sucking. His cock jerked at the thought of having Robby permanently attached to his body with those masterful lips. He rolled the nipple around with his teeth, and then gently bit down.

He could feel the tips of Robby’s canines biting into his flesh. Styles grabbed the back of Robby’s head, pulling the man back, gazing down into eyes that were swimming in a carnal, fervid mist. “You like biting?”

Robby licked at his lips, his smile slow in forming but finally appeared, reaching his eyes. “I got carried away.”

“I just bet you did.” His words were spoken in a low growl, his coyote close to the surface. His hand moved to Robby’s back stroking its way down to the man’s buttocks. He gripped tightly as the beginning of a smile tipped his mouth. “You like toying with me.”

“I like getting a response out of you,” Robby countered. “I like to keep you guessing. I want to keep you on your toes, constantly surprising you, always making you wonder what I’m going to do next.” The man’s words had a slight snarl to them but Styles could see that Robby loved sending ransom notes, loved the game of guess-what-I’m-going-to-do-next.

He could be just as spontaneous as Robby. Styles could keep his mate guessing as well. Like now for instance. He reached into the drawer and pulled out the lube, keeping a tight grip on it. Then, in one swift move, Styles took Robby to the wooden floor. He was on top of his mate in a heartbeat, slamming his lips over Robby’s.

Styles set the lube down next to Robby’s head as he tried to devour the man.

His mate dug his fingernails into Styles’s shoulders, parting his lips. Their tongues dueled and fought over who would control the kiss. Robby might be slim, and not as tall as Styles, but the man definitely had a strong, aggressive personality.

Grabbing his mate’s wrist, Styles locked the man’s hands over his head. He smiled, flashing his white teeth. “You are a very determined man. What, do you think you’ll roll me, place me on bottom, and then what were your plans?”

Robby lifted his head and tried to nip at Styles’s lips. “Very naughty ones.”

Styles dipped his head and locked his teeth on Robby’s throat, giving the man a throaty growl before he pulled back and kissed his neck. His cock was hard, straining in his jeans and Styles could feel the blood pulsing, making him almost mad with the need.

Robby smirked at him. “Don’t worry, you would’ve kept control.”

Styles seriously doubted that. Locking eyes with the man beneath him, Styles lowered his head and licked his tongue over Robby’s exposed chest, smiling to himself when his mate’s breath hitched. He could feel Robby tugging at his arms, trying to get his hands free.

In the struggle to see who was going to dominate who, there was no fucking way Styles was going to release the man. Never before had Styles met a man who should’ve fallen into the category of twink, yet acted more like a dominant alpha.

But under all the posturing, Robby was also determined to love Styles, no matter how much he pushed the man away, snapped at him, or acted like a total ass. He saw Styles as his and was laying his claim.

Releasing one of Robby’s arms, Styles pointed at the man, giving him a look that said, “don’t fucking move.” He shoved at his jeans, kicking them off. He wanted skin against skin. Styles wanted their entire bodies to touch without confinements, without anything getting in the way.

With his free hand, Robby tried to reach down and grab Styles’s cock. He knocked the man’s hand away. “Still trying to take over?”

“Still trying to play.” His mate’s eyes shimmered with laughter, his features softening as he gazed at Styles with such love that Styles had to look away. He couldn’t understand how Robby could love him and they had just met. Not only that, how could Robby love him when Styles had done everything in his power to keep the man away from him?

“Growl for me,” Robby teased as his hitched his hips and drove his cock forward, making the heated flesh slide along Styles’s own erection. “It flips my trigger when I hear that sound coming from you.”

His mate lifted his legs and swung them around Styles’s waist, locking Styles into place. “Or should I be begging you to purr?”

Styles was totally and utterly confused. Robby was acting dominant and submissive at the same time. He was giving Styles control, yet keeping some for himself. “It is you who is going to be purring like a kitten when I’m done with you.”

“Challenge accepted,” Robby said as he humped at Styles’s groin. “Make me purr, Styles.”

Styles’s blood ran hot at Robby’s words. Not only did he want to make the man purr, but he wanted to hear Robby crying out his name as he came.

He was so caught up in wanting to fuck Robby through the floor that Styles no longer cared that the man was a wolf. He no longer cared about anything except claiming the man. Robby was driving him insane, making him want things that he had never wanted before.

But the one thing Styles wanted most was to hear Robby tell him that he loved him. He wanted assurance the Robby would never hurt him. If his mate betrayed him, did anything to make Styles doubt the man, he knew he would be crushed. His world would come to a screeching halt.

Because he was doing the one thing he never thought he would do in life. He was going to trust a wolf. He was going to give himself over to Robby, and he was going to trust the man not to destroy him. It was the most terrifying feeling in the world. Styles had never trusted anyone, not even the men he lived with. Not one hundred percent. None of the shifters he lived with had his total and utter trust.

Styles gazed down into Robby’s eyes, seeing his future, seeing his happiness…or his destruction. Because Robby was now capable of doing the one thing that no one had ever had the ability to do before.

He could destroy Styles. He had given his mate that capability when he decided that he was going to claim the man. When he dipped his head, Styles took Robby’s lips in a tender, gentle kiss. His hand smoothed over Robby’s flesh, trying to memorize every dip, every valley. This was the first time he had opened himself up, and he was praying that Robby did him no harm.

Pulling back into a kneeling position, Styles scooped Robby up with him, settling the man in his lap. His arms wrapped around Robby’s body, his fingers exploring as his tongue did the same. He tasted the man’s lips, his jaw, and then kissed a trail down the man’s neck.

As he continued to make love to the man’s flesh with his lips, Styles reached for the discarded lube. He squeezed a good portion of the clear liquid onto his fingers and then dropped the bottle next to his knee. Styles ran his fingers down the crease of Robby’s ass, feeling his mate panting, breathing harder as he captured Styles’s lips and sucked Styles’s tongue in, playing with the appendage.

Styles ran his fingers over the puckered back entrance, probing before slipping a single finger past the tight muscles. His other hand cupped Robby’s scalp, holding his head in place before he pulled his lips away from Robby’s mouth, and began to nibble his way toward Robby’s ear.

“Purr for me,” Styles whispered as he inserted a second finger into his mate’s ass. “I want to hear how I make you feel.”

Robby’s head fell back onto his shoulders as his lips parted and his eyes fluttered closed. A long, provocative groan rumbled through him. The man was rocking, impaling Styles’s fingers continuously as his hands cupped Styles’s neck, holding on as he took his pleasure.

The sight was rapturous, spellbinding, making Styles’s breath freeze in his lungs. He’d had many lovers over the years, and none of them had ever responded to him so passionately, so wantonly. His throat tightened at the way Robby was giving himself to Styles. The man was holding nothing back.

Inserting a third finger, Styles quickly stretched his mate, desperate to get inside the man. He wanted to feel like he was a part of Robby. Styles wanted to sink inside the man and never leave. Robby had a zest for life, and Styles wanted a piece of that. He wanted to feel whole again. But most of all, he wanted to look at life without the hatred that brewed in his heart.

Removing his fingers, Styles lined his cock up and then let Robby take control, easing himself onto Styles’s shaft. He held on to his mate, fascinated beyond measure at the way Robby was looking at him, staring into Styles’s eyes as if he were the man’s entire world.