“There you are.” Cypress clears his throat and starts to pace near the bank. “It occurs to me that I forgot to ask about your outing earlier. Any trouble escorting our intruder to his final resting place?”
“Not especially.” I circle right rather than walking straight to him, and Cypress’s hand fists at his side, his frame rigid with tension. Suppose the generous thing would be to take pity on him, but seeing as how I am a bit irked to have missed out on his little lesson…
Firstsarefirsts after all.
Cypress takes a step forward and I take a step back, windinghim up with this little dance we’re doing, and his eyes narrow. “Are you punishing me then, wolf?”
“I don’t know what you mean, Cy,” I reply, cocking my head to the side. “I already said you could fuck me.”
The corner of Cypress’s mouth curves into half of a smile, his light eyes glinting like the moon above him, and I know he knows that there was never really any question of me giving him what he needs. Just as it was the other night when I was the one who needed him beneath me, who needed teeth to meet straining muscled shoulders as my fingers held his claws to the dirt.
Cypress stalks forward, and I stand my ground, right up until his fingers twist into my hair, pulling my face close enough to his that his mouth brushes mine as he speaks. “My beautiful boy, shall we test that careful self-control?”
“Mine or yours, Cy?”
He grins, his other hand busy at my belt, and the heat building under my skin is almost unbearable already. Then he’s moving to the buttons of my shirt, clothes coming off in quick succession until we’re both bare in the moonlight.
At first, Cypress’s movements are more hurried than usual, his mouth claiming mine only briefly before he’s practically shoving me to the ground on all fours. So intent that I think this might be an occasion of quick relief for both of us. Then he drops behind me, hands tracing the planes of my back, kneading into my muscles in a way that would be soothing if I didn’t know him so well.
“Iamgoing to fuck you, wolf,” he says, lifting up so that his chest is covering my back, his chin resting lazily against my shoulder as he adds, “But you are not allowed to come until I tell you to, understood?”
I don’t reply at first, physicallycan’tas my eyes squeeze shut. “Fuck’s sake, Cypress…”
His hand tangles in my hair again, pulling my head back, exposing my neck for him to press a chaste kiss against my throat. “Tell me you understand, Aiden.”
I growl an unintelligible answer at him, and I can feel him grin before he spits in his left hand and reaches between my legs to grip my already hard cock. I groan deeply, a sound he rewards by releasing his fistful of my hair and letting my head drop forward just before he squeezes hard at the base.
“Fuck.” I’m trying to even out my breathing, but then he starts to move his hand in slow strokes. “Fuck, that feels—”
He stops, his touch turning featherlight before falling away completely. “I asked you a question, wolf.”
“Fuck,yes, I understand.”
“Wanted to be certain.” He shifts back to kneeling, and I hear him spit again before I feel the slick drip of it down my ass, catching at my entrance as he starts to rub his thumb there, teasing until I’m groaning again. In response, he pushes in, just barely breaching me, and the next curse I’d been about to throw at him is lost in a low moan from the back of my throat. My resolve slipping the longer he holds there until I thrust into the other hand he still has wrapped around my length, because I needsomething.
“Easy, wolf.”
Only once I’m still again does he start to ease his thumb in and out at a slow, deliberate pace, the same rhythm with which he’s now stroking my cock. So much more than he was willing to give me before but not nearly enough. I need it harder, rougher. Need him to do it before I lose my mind.
“You should have seen her, wolf,” Cypress mutters, barely increasing his pace. “So fucking perfect. I kept thinking…” Abruptly, he withdraws his thumb, and my arms nearly buckle before he replaces it with two thick fingers wet from his mouth. “Kept thinking what it would look like to see her head tippedback as you fuck her. About all the little sounds she would make for you.”
The images are flashing through my mind now, just as he wants. Cora on the ground in front of me, ready to take me,needingme inside her because she feels so empty without it.
As if Cypress can see it, too, he murmurs, “You know what else I thought about?”
Even if I had air in my lungs to spare, I’m afraid to ask, afraid that anything else he puts in my head will make me break.
“I thought about the way her thighs would tremble so sweetly against your shoulders when you put that hungry mouth of yours on her, the way you’d grip her tighter because you’re not sure how to stop, how to hold on yourself while you bury your tongue inside her. She tastes so good, wolf. She’d be so good for you while I take you…” He releases me, his fingers slipping away, and I let out a broken curse at the loss. “Just like this.”
My fingers dig into the hard ground as I feel the tip of Cypress’s cock at my entrance now, feel him pushing into me in slow increments, stretching me around the size of him until his hips are flush against my ass, and all I can do is try to adjust.
I could come apart right now. I could come right here if I wasn’t so against giving him the satisfaction, because I can hear him panting, too. Can feel how hard he’s gripping my hips. Not nearly as in control as he’s pretending to be. But I never am either.
“Remember, wolf, not until I say,” Cypress warns, his voice a little breathless when he finally starts to move in steady, deep thrusts. His moan deep when he changes the angle, leans down, and digs his teeth into the back of my shoulder, sharp and possessive.
My need to come keeps building, waiting at the base of my spine, and I know Cypress is getting close, too, when his hands dig in harder, when the constant stream of filth in that smoothvoice tapers off to clipped urgent praise. “Just like that, wolf. Always take it so well. Always take me.”
I’m not sure if the last part is a statement or a request, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve been willing to take anything Cypress will offer me since before I stepped onto that street to see him surrounded, not even slowing my steps while I raised my gun.