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My teeth bit into my lower lip as I worked to stay silent. Every ragged breath had my chest heaving, and my skin flushed hot with the rampant pleasure rolling through me. The slow pace he set was agonizing in a way that frustrated me—pushed my patience over the edge. My fist tightened in his hair, tugging slightly, and he moaned his approval.

I pulled his head back, and he went without hesitation. I dragged his mouth up my shaft until only the head rested between his lips, wet and dripping with his saliva. I held him there as I felt the pulse of my cock against his tongue. His gaze flicked to mine, watching and waiting as I’d taught him to.

“Do you like it when I fuck your mouth, little wolf?” I demanded, my voice barely a whisper. His fingers squeezed my thigh once—the simple and silent yes we’d agreed upon. “Good boy.”

I pushed him back down, not rough but certainly not gentle either. I buried my cock inside the warmth of his mouth until his nose pressed into the coarse hair at my base and his throat worked around me. For a fraction of a moment, I held him there and felt his groan deep in my balls.

I set a steady rhythm of pulling him off of me to feel the drag of his tongue along my cock before filling his mouth. I held each one, counting the seconds and admiring how well he took me. After each pass, I’d let him gasp for air before repeating. His hands remained on my thighs, and his hips rutted against the bed as the surrender turned him on.

I quickened the pace—deeper and faster, each one rougher than the previous. His fingers dug into my skin as he steadied himself, letting me use him for my own pleasure.

“Look at you,” I rasped. “Such a good boy, taking all of my cock.”

A broken whimper escaped him, and I felt how the bed rocked with his hips. I pushed him deeper and held him there, feeling the way his body fought it—the reflexive clench of his throat around my crown and the relaxation that followed him giving in. His breath came in shallow pulls through his nose as I kept him there the full amount of time I knew he could take me for.

When I pulled him off, his mouth released me with a wet sound. His breath was hot and ragged against my skin as he gasped for air. Fist in his hair, I held him suspended, his mouth still connected to the tip of my cock by a string of saliva.

“Do you want to keep going?” I asked. He nodded, a small and desperate jerk of his head. “Words, little wolf. I need your words.”

“Yes,” Theo rasped, his voice thick with need. “I want to keep going.”

I fucked his throat in shallow thrusts that tested his limits. He gagged around me, and his spit dripped down my balls. My hips lifted off the mattress as I used the hand in his hair to guide his head, meeting each thrust. Theo was putty in my hands—pliable as if he was made for this. Made for me.

I felt the tension build. Liquid heat coiled around my spine, and the pressure built low in my core. I was close, closer than I’d realized, and I felt the shift in him. He took me deeper, his mouth working me harder like he knew—like he wanted my cum.

Instead of giving it to him, I dragged him off just in time. My grip in his hair suspended him there, his mouth brushing against the tip of my cock. His breath was hot and uneven across my wet skin. My cock pulsed against his lower lip, and my body shuddered as I held back. Those bright blue eyes met mine, waiting and eager, as I let the tension ease into something I could control.

Theo’s tongue flicked out and traced the ridge of my crown. I sucked in a fast breath and guided his mouth away from my cock. I tugged him gently up my body. He made his way up my body slowly, his mouth trailing up my stomach and chest. He lingered at the hollow of my neck before his lips found mine once more. The kiss was unhurried, and my hand curled over the back of his neck, holding him close. His hips rolled slightly against my hip, his cock hard as it pressed into me. Precum leaked from his slit and smeared across my skin.

Reaching around him, I opened the top drawer to my nightstand without looking and grabbed the bottle of lube I kept there. Before I could open it, Theo took it from me without a word. He straddled my thighs, and the position had his dick sliding against mine. I wrapped my fingers around both our lengths, stroking us slowly, as he filled his palm and rubbed his hands together to warm the lube.

I anchored my touch to his thighs while he took over, his fingers curling around my throbbing cock. He spread the gel in meticulous strokes, working from base-to-tip in thorough passes. His thumb pressed into my slit, and my hips twitched slightly at the sensation. I dug my fingers into his strong muscles to restrain myself—to keep from flipping him over and fucking him until both of us were spent.

The pressure built in my core again. Every stroke tested my control, and my breath grew ragged, my chest heaving. Just when I thought my ability to hold back would fail, he let go of me. The mattress dipped as he inched up my body, finding a comfortable spot for him. My breath caught in my throat as I waited. His hand guided my cock and positioned the crown against his entrance.

With one fluid motion, Theo dropped down onto me, my thick length splitting him open instantly as that tight ring of muscles gave way. The air punched out of my lungs and his as a collective gasp escaped us both. His hands landed hard on my chest as he braced himself, and I slid my grip to his hips, my thumbs mindlessly tracing circles into his skin.

“You good?” I asked roughly, knowing full well the bite of pain from the immediate stretch was something he craved.

“Yeah,” Theo whispered, already wrecked. The feeling was mutual as I did everything not to tip over the edge just from the tight heat of his body around my cock.

The first roll of his hips was a slow drag over my length that pulled a gasp from both of us. I held impossibly still as he found his rhythm and tested the angle that worked for him. I let him because I didn’t care what rhythm or angle he picked. Every inch of him hugging my dick felt so goddamn good. I drank in every part of him—the curl of his fingers against my chest, the flex of his thighs as he fucked himself on me, the way his head tipped back when the crown brushed against his prostate.

My hands roamed his body, his skin slick with sweat and flushed hot. His pace quickened as his hips rose high enough that I nearly slipped out before he dropped back down. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room and mingled with our rapid breaths.

Heat coiled around the base of my spine, and my muscles tensed. The way his ass clenched around my cock with every stroke pushed me closer to the edge. My hands tightened on his hips as I tried to hold it together.

“Theo, I’m close,” I bit out, my voice strained. He didn’t slow as his pace turned desperate. If anything, he moved faster. Shooting up, I wrapped an arm around his waist and used the momentum to flip us. I drove into him, tearing a loud gasp from him. My hand slammed over his mouth, and I growled, “Not a sound, little wolf.”

His heels dug into my ass as I fucked him hard and fast, any sense of making it last vanishing with a need to come. Muffled sounds caught in the palm of my hand. One, two, three thrusts was all it took for my control to shatter. My body locked up as I buried as deep inside of him as I could, my hips flush against his ass, and came inside him. His eyes squeezed shut, and his back arched into me as he followed me over the edge from just the friction between us alone, ropes of hot cum painting his body and mine.

My forehead dropped to his as I worked to catch my breath. I braced both hands on the bed, hovering over him just enough not to get comfortable. The request for him to stay was right there on my lips, and I almost said it. Almost. But I couldn’t bring myself to. Instead, I lingered a moment longer before pulling out of him and heading to the bathroom to get a cloth to clean him up.

CHAPTER 30

Rhodes

JUDE: Five more minutes.