Chapter 21

“That’s all I ask.” Then his smiled turned wicked and full of heat. “Well, that and for you to take off your pants, sit on my cock, and let me fuck that gorgeous red ass until you scream.

I scrambled to comply, and went I kicked away my jeans and turned to him, he’d slid down in the chair and taken his cock out. It was really a thing of beauty, and my mouth watered. I licked my lips and Trey chuckled.

“You can suck me later. I promise.”

I groaned. “Yes, sir.”

Trey reached into a drawer in his desk and came back with a bottle of lube. He didn’t take his eyes off me as he slathered his dick until it was shiny and wet, then he crooked a finger at me. I went willingly. He turned me so I faced away from him, so my back was to his front and my legs were on either side of his. His left hand was on my hip, and the other he used to hold his cock upright and rub the head against my pucker.

I whined out a needy sound and felt the head press against my hole.

“You’re going to take me without prep. I’m good and wet. Go as slow as you need.”

It took forever and it hurt, but my body was primed to feel that as pleasure so centimeter by centimeter, I took him in. I pulled up a little every time it got to be too much, but I wanted him in me so badly, I kept pressing down. Eventually, after an eternity, he was all the way in and I was panting and sweating. My hole felt stretched to the limit and my cheeks hurt from his rough jeans, but I was absolutely desperate for him to move.

He smacked my hip, a lot lighter than the spanks had been, and growled. “Go on. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

So I did. Slowly at first, but faster as my body adjusted more. My dick bounced with every thrust down, flinging precome everywhere. I leaned back, let Trey take more of my weight, and lifted an arm over my head to wrap it around his neck. The change in position made his cockhead rub against my gland, and I howled. Breathing hard, I picked up the pace even more, chasing my orgasm. When Trey grabbed my dick and stroked, I shouted his name and came all over the front of his desk and the floor. My channel squeezed down around him, and he groaned. Then grabbed my hips, pulled me down hard as he shoved up, and he filled me with his come.

Trey kissed my neck, then sucked up a mark as I shivered with aftershocks and ground down on him, just to keep the feeling going a little longer. Eventually I was spent, and I collapsed back against him, barely able to breathe.

Trey moved his lips to my ear. “If I had a plug down here, I’d put it in you and keep my come inside.”

I whimpered and shook. Trey just laughed, and my too sensitive hole shuddered with the motion that caused.

“Oh, my cub likes the sound of that. Ah well. Next time.”

I laughed weakly and turned my head to give him a sloppy kiss. I missed his mouth on the first two tries, but when he helped, I finally made my goal.

“Feeling better, sweetheart?”

My insides melted. He’d never called me that before, and I was afraid if I drew attention to it, he’d take it back. So I just nodded. Then sighed. “Yes.”

“Good. Let’s get cleaned up, and I have some lotion for your ass that’ll help with the sting and the bruising.” He stood up while he was still in me, and I whimpered out a whiny noise. He pulled out slowly, but it was still uncomfortable and at the same time. I didn’t want to lose him. I made the noise again and wasn’t even ashamed. Trey kissed the side of my head. “Shh, I know. Let me take care of you, cub.”

Whatever he wanted. 8

Over the next few weeks, I started feeling more comfortable. It wasn’t easy to ask Trey for what I needed, but he was pretty good about reading me. We ate together when he was home, slept in the same bed at night, and in between, we talked about silly things and just got to know each other.

Trey hated peaches. He loved classic rock. He cared about his pack more than anything else on the planet and he knew every one of their names. From the oldest—George, ninety-eight and a total firecracker—to the youngest—Macy June, three months old and the spitting image of her mother. He knew something about each of his wolves, and he wanted to know them even better, but with sixty-three total wolves, plus Ellis the owl shifter, twin tiger shifters named Rigby and Ross, and a coyote who only went by X and lived on the very edge of pack lands, he had no time. Apparently there was a cougar who roamed the nearby forest and kept just outside of territory boarders, but Trey felt obligated to look out for him, too.