Slade stared at him, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
Noah’s wolf senses allowed him to hear the mumbled, “Slow the fuck down, Slade. This isn’t some guy you picked up at a bar.”
How so? Did he mean Noah’s inexperience or someone he picked out instead of someone handy?
Then Slade placed something on the dresser while kicking off his shoes and whipping his T-shirt over his head. The tiger snarled at Noah in all its colorful glory, covering Slade’s chest, peeking out from behind Slade’s beard.
“Can I touch?” Noah asked.
At Slade’s nod, Noah ran his fingers over the dark ink. His thin shorts didn’t hide the erection he’d sprung when Slade kissed him. He grew bolder, placing his mouth against Slade’s pec, nibbling, licking, as though tasting the ink on Slade’s skin. The beard and Slade's chest hair got in his way but dropping to his knees protected Noah from beard burn.
He slowly palmed the hardness at the front of Slade’s jeans. Slade threw back his head, hissing through his teeth.
Noah gave himself a quick squeeze before unzipping Slade’s jeans.
He wore nothing underneath. Noah froze. He’d only ever seen his own cock, and Paul’s when they stripped for a shift, though he'd noticed Slade's morning wood tenting the bedcovers on more than one occasion. Slade’s stood tall, leaking at the tip, and the scent of him… the muskiness, the… Noah eased back the foreskin, swiping his tongue up the length. The muskiness intensified, an unfamiliar taste exploding on his tongue. Every tongue swipe elicited a moan from Slade. Noah smiled. He must’ve done something right.
Slade tangled his fingers in Noah’s hair, his voice huskier than usual. “Oh, damn. Feels amazing.”
Mimicking a particularly good porn video, Noah encircled the base of Slade’s cock with his fingers, wrapping his lips around the head. The feel, the scent, the way the head of Slade’s cock fit against Noah’s tongue! His cock ached, begging him to flop down onto the bed and take himself in hand.
He’d enjoy Slade’s hand more.
“That’s enough,” Slade growled, reaching beneath Noah’s arms and pulling him upward.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” No! Slade had moaned. He’d liked Noah’s attempt, hadn’t het?
Slade grinned, shaking his head slowly back and forth. “Oh, no, my sweet little wolf, you’re doing everything right. Maybe a little too right.” He pressed a hand to Noah’s shoulder, silently ordering him to sit on the bed.
Noah sat. Slade stepped back, grin never fading, removed his jeans, and stood naked in the middle of the room.
Arms, legs, torso, all inked, images peeking through thick dark hair on some parts of his body. Very few places showed untouched skin. His cock remained ink-free, though the curse mark appeared in Noah’s view as Slade wrapped a hand around his length for a few strokes. “Take off your shorts.”
Noah laid back on the bed, lifting his hips and sliding his shorts down and off—all the clothes he’d put on in his hurry to find Slade earlier.
Slade raked his gaze over Noah’s body. “I’ve seen you naked, but not like this before, on display and wanting me. You’ve got to know how much I want you too.”
Noah’s sparse blond curls couldn’t compare to the mat of dark hair on Slade’s chest. Running in wolf form gave Noah sleeker muscles, nothing like the bulky form decorated in ink.
Slade lowered himself onto the bed, settling between Noah’s open legs. Supporting his weight on his arms, Slade bent down and kissed Noah, lowering his hips until their cocks pressed together.
Noah wrapped his arms around Slade’s back. Slade smiled down at him between kisses. The pictures in magazines couldn’t do justice to the feeling of this man in Noah’s arms.
Slowly, slowly, Slade thrust his hips, rubbing his long, slender length against Noah’s shorter, fatter cock. Every thrust, every slide felt so damned good.
Slade reached between them, wrapping his hand around both cocks. “I wish I could reenact the picture for you, but I’m afraid I want you too much. We’ll never get that far right now.” Abruptly, he let go.
Noah whimpered.
Slade chuckled, sliding down Noah’s body and taking first one, then the other ball into his mouth. Oh, damn. Why hadn’t Noah known how good this could feel?
Warm lips surrounded Noah’s cock, tight, wet heat sliding over the head and down the shaft, beard caressing Noah’s thigh. Oh, damn! How good! Noah dug his fingers into the sheets. “That feels amazing.” More than amazing, shorting out Noah’s thoughts.
Slade hummed, sinking lower. Had he taken all of Noah into his throat?
Again and again, Slade rose and fell, giving pleasure and torture all in one. Too much. Too much to feel, to smell. Overwhelmed senses sent Noah hurtling over the edge. He cried out when he came, muscles seizing. Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn. Noah jerked, coming apart, shooting into Slade’s mouth.
Slade didn’t move, catching every drop Noah offered. Noah collapsed back onto the bed, panting like he’d run for miles.