Dobs' gaze riveted to the site of Frankie's cum-smeared cock, and he felt his own flex in his slacks. He almost forgot what he was going to say. He wanted so badly to bury his erection deep inside the bigger man and force him to submit. Would the wolf let him? Something told him Frankie would, which only excited Dobs further.
Frankie's shaft thickened before his eyes. "Did you want to fuck now?" Frankie asked, his voice thick with arousal. "Is that why you told everyone to leave?"
Jerking his gaze north, away from the tantalizing sight of his beloved's genitals, Dobs tried to focus on forming words. If I asked, would Frankie let me slide my fangs into the pulsing vein running the length of his thick cock?
Dobs stumbled back a step. "No," he managed to get out, his voice husky.
"Too bad," Frankie said, sounding truly disappointed. He returned to cleaning the cum off his dick.
Dobs really wished that was his tongue wiping away the wolf's seed.
"I could really use a good pounding. I feel hornier now than when I walked in," Frankie continued, almost absently.
Groaning, Dobs felt his control slipping. "We have things we need to discuss," he stated, hearing the arousal in his voice clear as day. Damn it, would the wolf's pull be this strong if I'd sought him out first thing?
Frankie sighed. He tossed the cum-covered napkins into the trash. "I guess." Without pulling up his pants, Frankie sat down on the couch and wrapped one hand around his jutting dick, pulling on it idly.
Dobs' breath caught in his throat. The view of the big man stroking off in front of him was absolutely stunning. Six foot four, blond shaggy hair falling over one green eye, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he slowly moved his hand up and down, and the way the bulging muscles of his thick thighs quivered with obvious tension. It all ratcheted up Dobs' desire to nearly uncontrollable levels. "Are you baiting me, wolf?" he queried, struggling to control his frustration.
The shifter actually looked confused. His hand paused. "What do you mean?"
Waving toward Frankie's hand on his hard cock, Dobs couldn't stop from taking a halting step forward. "You're jacking off in front of me when I said we needed to talk."
"Oh." Frankie looked down at his engorged cock, but didn't stop slowly moving his hand. After watching himself for a couple seconds, he looked back up at Dobs. "It'd hurt to put my dick back in my jeans right now. This makes it feel better." He shrugged. "Besides, you're my mate. It's okay for your mate to see you jack off, isn't it?"
Was this wolf serious? Could he really be that … simple? Surely not. "So you're not trying to get me to fuck you and claim you before we discuss certain … things?" he asked, warily. Damn it was hard to think with this view. He really just wanted to take out his own dick and make Frankie suck it.
"Not really. I mean," Frankie's brows drew together. "I'd like it if you fucked me. It feels good to have a dick in my ass. And I know yours would be even better, because my brother told me sex with your mate is better than with anyone else. But I don't think we should claim each other, yet. There's too much to talk about, like where we'd live and what you do for work and if you expect me to leave my pack."
Those were all valid points, and somewhere in the back of Dobs' mind, he knew that. Unfortunately, about that time, Frankie reached his other hand down and started rolling his heavy balls.
Dobs couldn't help it. He ached too much and needed relief too badly. A low growl rolled up his chest, catching Frankie's attention, causing him to pause in his actions. Stalking forward, Dobs yanked open his slacks and released his throbbing shaft and balls.
"Oh, that's a nice dick," Frankie murmured, his gaze riveted to Dob's cock.
It stood out before him, tall and proud, and pointing straight at Frankie's mouth as if it knew exactly where it wanted to go. "Suck me," he ordered.
Frankie glanced up at him for only a second, then leaned forward and swallowed Dobs' penis to the root. Dobs moaned as the hot wet cavern closed over him. Drawing hard, Frankie slowly lifted his head, applying unimaginable suction that threatened to make Dobs' knees tremble. Never had he felt the like of it, and unreasonable jealousy surged through him that anyone else had ever felt Frankie's talented mouth.
Wanting, needing to dominate, to prove that Frankie was his, Dobs buried his hands in Frankie's hair and cupped his skull. He held the man's head still and began to fuck Frankie's mouth in earnest. Frankie looked up at him through his lashes and moaned. With his mouth stretched obscenely around Dobs' spit-soaked dick, straining against Dobs' hands to follow every time he pulled his shaft away, Frankie looked like the happiest man in the world.
It was sexy as fuck. Dobs felt his nails lengthen to claws and his eyes changed, filtering to red and showing the world in registers of heat, accentuating the form of the warm-blooded shifter sucking him off. His balls pulled tight, and he hissed, showing off his fangs. Frankie swiped his tongue across his glans and into his slit at each upstroke. His moaning vibrated up Dobs' shaft just as Frankie tickled his frenulum.
Dobs lost it. Thrusting twice more, he threw his head back and growled his completion as he sent his spunk down Frankie's throat. Hot jizz warming his inner thigh, soaking through his pant leg, told him that Frankie had come, too. Instead of getting upset at spunk on his pants, Dobs felt inordinately smug at getting his beloved off, again. After all, both Frankie's hands were on Dobs' ass, which meant he'd come untouched.
He looked down, knowing a cat that ate the canary smile was plastered all over his face. The view of his softening prick still resting inside Frankie's mouth caused his dick to twitch. Frankie smiled around his mouthful and sucked lightly on the super-sensitized cap.
Dobs grunted as pleasure-pain zinged through his system. It'd be so easy to let Frankie continue to suckle and he'd be hard again in no time. Then he could turn the man over the couch and slide into a different kind of hot wet …
Groaning, Dobs took a step back. Frankie mewled, obviously unhappy with his decision. "Talk now," Dobs muttered. "Got things to discuss."
Frankie grimaced, but nodded. He heaved his bulk from the sofa and strode to the sideboard, once more intent on cleaning up. Dobs watched him in silence as he pulled his jeans back over his tantalizing, round ass.
He returned a few seconds later with a wad of napkins. "Sorry about your … uh, pants. I couldn't aim so good with my hands on your ass, but I liked holding it too much to let go."
"Don't worry about it," Dobs said, reaching for the napkins.
"You want me to clean it?" Frankie asked, shifting his weight as if getting ready to kneel at his feet.
Dobs knew exactly what would happen if this big shifter ended up on his knees before him. He'd have his dick back down Frankie's throat in fifteen seconds flat. And this time, he wasn't certain he could control the urge to flip the shifter and ride him like a stallion on a mare in heat.
Fucking mating hormones.
He took a step back. "No. You do that and I'll get distracted again," he said. Not wanting the man to see it as a rejection, he added. "What can I say? You're too sexy for words, Frankie."
A radiant grin covered Frankie's face, showing off a dimple. "You think I'm sexy?"
Dobs fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Yes," he replied, instead, keeping his tone serious so it couldn't be misinterpreted as a come-on. "I think you're very sexy. But you were right earlier. We do need to discuss our lives and decide the best way to mesh them together. We should also discuss the differences between two shifters mating and mating with someone outside your species."
"Oh, okay," Frankie responded. He backed up and settled on a chair. Running his hands over his thick, denim-covered thighs, Frankie fixed his gaze on the floor, only glancing up at him every couple seconds. "My brother was right, huh? You really do want to take me away from my pack."
The unease rolling off the wolf shifter set Dobs' teeth on edge, and he found himself wanting to soothe the man. It was an unfamiliar feeling and he wasn't sure how to proceed.