The Mountain Man's Mate(22)

       

Shutting off his truck, Jason returned his focus to his current   location-outside his lover's home. He tore off his shirt, knowing if he   didn't do it himself, it probably wouldn't survive. When Jason had   called Michel while on his break last night, his lover had urged him to   just come over, even though he closed and wouldn't have been there  until  about half past midnight.

Jason had declined, although it had been tough. He'd really wanted to   accept. Instead, he had promised to be there today before nine. It   wasn't like he would be able to sleep in anyway, not with his body   anticipating the loving Michel would give him. The man was insatiable,   and Jason reveled in the need Michel expressed.

He slid out of the truck and grabbed his backpack. Tossing the strap   over his bare shoulder, his flip-flop clad feet skipped up the steps.   Jason rounded the porch, knowing he'd find his lover out back. Michel   had told him, during the summer, he rarely remained inside except to   sleep.

Rounding the corner, the sense of déjà vu took Jason's breath away.   Michel lay nude in the sun, his bronze skin glistening, drops of water   clinging to his hair, beard, and chest. Except this time, Michel lay   sprawled on a lounge chair by the pond instead of the grass. His legs   were resting on either side of the footrest, his cock jutted thick and   proud from the nest of curls at his groin, and Michel's broad fingers   slowly stroked himself.

Jason didn't even hesitate. He strode swiftly across the lawn,   anticipating being with his lover. As he drew closer, he spotted a gleam   of pre-cum oozing from the half-exposed slit. His mouth watered.

He didn't deny himself.

Dropping to the ground, Jason batted Michel's hand away, grabbed the   thick piece of meat, and swirled his tongue around the half-exposed   glans. He slid his tongue under the loose skin, licking and kissing the   head, scooping up the tasty treat waiting for him.

Michel hummed above him and slid his hands into his hair. "Mmm, hello, sweetheart. Welcome."

Jason looked up at his man through his lashes and, pulling away from his treat for a second, murmured, "Thanks."

Before he could resume his exploration of Michel's prick, his lover   hauled him on top of his body, flushing their chests together. "Kiss   me." Michel growled the order and captured his lips without waiting for a   response.

Shoving his tongue deep, Michel thrust into Jason's mouth. He tangled   their appendages, coaxing Jason's into his mouth so he could suck it   lightly. Jason moaned. Michel growled, tilting his head and licking   deeper.

Palming Jason's ass, Michel broke the kiss. "Love these little shorts," he growled. "How many pairs ye got of them, anyway?"

Jason grinned down at his lover, taking in his glittering eyes full of   lust and feral need. "A few." He winked. "Plus, I got the website   bookmarked on my laptop, so I can order more whenever I need them."

Michel groaned. "Shite. Never ending short shorts. Tell me ye're going commando."

Reveling in the hot desire prevalent in Michel's tone, Jason leaned   forward, licked his lover's ear, and whispered, "I'm going commando."

Growls vibrated Michel's chest, exciting Jason further. Almost as much   as the sound of fabric tearing as Michel sliced open the crotch of his   shorts. Jason moaned, his back arching when Michel reached a finger in   and found his surprise.

Michel snarled, fingering the base of the thick butt plug filling his ass.

The silicone rubbed over Jason's prostate, making his prick throb where it was trapped inside his shorts.

"What a lovely surprise," Michel crooned, playing with the toy. He   pulled it out a couple inches, then let it go, allowing the toy to slide   back into his body and peg his gland.

"Glad you like it," Jason panted. He dug his fingers into the solid   flesh of Michel's shoulders as he tried to control his urge to rut   mindlessly to completion. He wanted to reach between them and unbutton   his shorts, but if he touched himself, he knew he'd spew.

"P-please," Jason begged, needing more.

Rumbling his pleasure, Michel met his gaze. "This thing have plenty of   lube?" He pulled a bit on the plug again. "Ye ready for me, mate?"

Jason nodded wildly, desperate for Michel to fill him.





Chapter Twelve





Michel loved the rosy flush covering Jason's chest, the beautiful color   extending up his neck, over his cheeks, and even covering his ears. His   sweetheart's mouth hung slightly open, his pink tongue touching his   bottom lip, and dilated eyes gleaming with desire. In need, desperate   for him, Jason was a thing of beauty.                       
       
           



       

Wanting to give them both what they needed, Michel grabbed the lube from   under his hip and spurted some on his hand. As he slicked up his dick,   he slid the thick plug from his man's arse. Michel tossed the toy  aside  and lined up his prick. Not wasting time, he grabbed Jason's hips  and  guided him down. Tight, silken pressure swallowed Michel's  throbbing  dick.

Once buried to the hilt in Jason's hot arse, Michel stilled. His mate's   whimper of need sounded like music to his ears. Michel loved it. He   loved the way Jason grabbed his lower lip between his teeth as he tried   to control himself. He loved how he bowed his back in a silent attempt   to entice Michel to nip and suck his nipples.

"Fuck, I love ye, Jason," Michel blurted.

Jason's eyes widened in shock. His straining body stilled. The most   beautiful smile Michel had ever seen spread across Jason's plump lips   and affection lit the man's green eyes. "Really?" he whispered. "You're   not just saying that because of, you know, sex?"

This time, Michel thought the rosy glow was a blush. Needing to ease his   mate's concern, and knowing he'd probably expressed his affection at   the worst possible time to be believable, Michel rubbed his hands gently   down Jason's torso, a thumb flicking over each hardened nipple, and   down to span his mate's waist.

"Aye, Jason. I love ye. I love ye very much. And I plan to tell ye again   and again after we're done makin' love, so ye'll never doubt it," he   crooned.

Smiling, his eyes gleaming with what looked suspiciously like unshed   tears, Jason replied, "I love you, too. I thought you should know."

Unable to stop his wide grin, Michel replied, "Thank ye, sweetheart. Ye've made me the happiest wolf shifter in the world."

A gleam of a completely different sort filled Jason's eyes. Michel   groaned when his lover tightened his arse muscles repeatedly, milking   his cock. "Ah, shite, me heart. Ye feel so good."

"Then fuck me," Jason pleaded.

Michel chuckled deeply, rotating his hips a bit, fighting his growl of   pleasure at the exquisite pressure. "Oh, nay, me lovely mate. I'm gonna   make love to ye."

Jason whimpered, his eyes dilated. "Y-yes, p-please."

"Let's get ye more comfortable, sweetheart," Michel purred while dipping   his thumb under the band of his shorts and rubbed over Jason's cock   head, pleased to find it slick and weeping.

Nodding emphatically, Jason bucked his hips.

Michel made quick work of Jason's button-fly. His lover's prick   immediately thrust between the flaps. Jason hissed, a sound of pleasure,   and Michel smirked smugly. He reached in and cupped Jason's testicles,   drawing out the orbs, which were already high and tight, pulling them   free of the restraining fabric.

Setting his feet on the footrest of the chair, Michel encouraged Jason   to lie back against his knees. Humming, he took in the view, his mate   impaled on his dick, sunlight dancing across the skin of his chest,   face, and limbs, and Jason's slender prick waving in the air, cradled by   his lover's hairless orbs.

"So pretty," Michel crooned, admiring the pretty, pretty picture Jason   made. He traced his fingertips over the grooves of Jason's hips, up and   around his bones, then lightly over Jason's prick. When Jason mewled,  it  was all he could do not to grab onto Jason's hips and pound away.

Michel shuddered out a breath and took in the lines of his lover's   limbs. He spotted the red polish on Jason's toes. Uncertain why that   drew him, but it did, Michel slid his hand down the lean leg, shocked to   find the hair on it so fine it was almost unnoticeable.

His dick jerked in Jason's chute at the sensual feel.

Jason groaned and shifted restlessly. "W-what are you doing?" he whined, reaching for his own prick.