Gage undid Ulric’s pants, he pulled Ulric’s cock out, letting that thick length jut up between them. It was musky, hot, and Gage pressed kisses along it, all the way to its tip. Then he licked it, rolling Ulric’s salty precome through his mouth. Ulric was wet for him.
Gage had slept around with a bunch of people in the past. He wasn’t particularly proud of it, but right now, he was glad for that experience. Because he now knew ways to make Ulric come, he knew ways to keep Ulric on the edge, to hold him until he thrashed and throbbed and swore.
By the end of tonight, Ulric would be so blissed-out, he wouldn’t even want to leave Gage’s bed.
And that was a wonderful thought.
Gage pushed his tongue into Ulric’s mouth, thrusting in, stroking Ulric’s cock in time with every thrust. When Ulric began to pant, Gage broke the kiss, trailing kisses down Ulric’s jaw, down his throat, to his collarbones and his chest.
He kissed Ulric through his shirt—Gage knew Ulric wasn’t ready to be naked in front of him. So he made his way down, all the way to Ulric’s hips. There, Gage kissed Ulric’s cock, up and down its length. Then he kissed Ulric’s sac and squeezed it, and took Ulric’s tip into his mouth.
Ulric wheezed, his spine arching. Gage pulled away before he could come.
“Damn it,” Ulric hissed, his eyes flashing, his hands yanking on Gage’s hair.
Gage grinned. “It’ll be a long ride. Sit back and enjoy the show.”
“I want to come,” Ulric muttered.
Gage hummed, pulling Ulric’s pants and boxers off. Then he spread Ulric’s knees, and fuck Ulric’s hole was small and pink. Gage throbbed at the sight of it.
He remembered how Ulric had felt inside. Tight, hot, slippery with lube. It had been mind-blowing. Because Ulric had let Gage enter him.
“I love the view,” Gage told him.
Ulric flipped him off.
Gage leaned in, kissing down to Ulric’s hole. Then he rubbed it slow and teasingly, he spread it open until he could see the dark shadows inside. He pushed two fingers in, dry. Ulric swore. But he bit his lip and took Gage, his throat turning pink.
Gage added some lube and stroked him there. Over and over, he teased Ulric’s prostate, at the same time he sucked Ulric off. He worked Ulric until Ulric thrashed and gasped, rearing up, reaching for his own cock to bring himself off.
Gage pinned him down; Ulric snarled, and Gage held him until the moment passed, until Ulric wasn’t on the verge of blowing his load anymore. Then, when Ulric’s gaze lost that feral edge, Gage did it all again.
He lost track of how long he spent edging Ulric. He might’ve done it five times, maybe ten. By the time Gage began thinking he needed restraints for Ulric, Ulric’s cock was flushed a dark red, his balls pulled tight, a sheen of sweat covering his skin.
“Damn you,” Ulric hissed, his stare dangerous, his lips bitten red.
“Fuck, babe,” Gage rasped, his cock aching. “I want a picture of you like that. You’re so scorching hot, I’m gonna cream myself.”
Ulric glanced at Gage’s cock. And he lunged—Gage threw himself forward, slamming Ulric back against the bed. Ulric reared up anyway, snarling, trying to bite Gage’s nose, his lips, his chest. Gage needed to restrain this alpha, he needed to claim him, and sink his cock inside.
“Down,” Gage whispered, knocking Ulric’s knees open, pinning his arms up above his head. “Be good, and I’ll let you come.”
“I’m done being good,” Ulric snapped.
Gage’s insides grew molten-hot. “Fuck, yeah.” He leaned in, he shoved his cock up against Ulric’s ass, and spread his cheeks with it. So Ulric could feel Gage’s hunger, and how much Gage needed to plow inside him.
“Not gonna—” Ulric reared up; Gage threw himself against Ulric, weighing him down with his body. Then he grabbed the lube, he squirted some onto his hand and pushed it between them, slicking himself up.
“Damn you,” Ulric hissed. But his eyes turned coal-dark, his pupils a thin ring of hazel.
“I’m gonna put this inside you,” Gage rasped, sliding his tip down the crease of Ulric’s thigh, letting him feel it. “And I’m gonna fill you up with my come.”
Ulric thrashed against him, all alpha strength, at the same time musk billowed off his skin.
“Say ‘no’,” Gage whispered. “Just one word, and I’ll stop. Nothing else is gonna end this.”
“Fuck you,” Ulric snarled.
And that was all the permission in the world.
Gage pushed his cock down, fitting it against Ulric’s entrance. Ulric wheezed and bucked, trying to shove him off. And Gage plunged into his stretched-open hole, slamming his entire cock inside.
Ulric roared, taking him. Gage held him down, he locked their gazes together. Then he pulled back and snapped his hips, and his cock ground deep, the friction proving to both of them that Gage was inside, stretching Ulric open where he was vulnerable.
Ulric panted, adjusting to Gage’s presence. And Gage began a vicious rhythm, he fucked Ulric the way he wanted to—rough and hard, so Ulric slid backward on the bed with every thrust, their hips meeting with loud, forceful slaps, Ulric’s hole trying to suck him in deeper. Gage dragged him back and crammed his cock back inside, watching as Ulric’s hole opened around him.
“Like my cock, babe?” Gage growled.
Ulric’s only answer was a pleasured groan. It made the animal in Gage’s chest roar.
He thrust in harder. And harder again. Until Ulric’s groans filled his ears, until Ulric’s cock flushed dark and ravenous between them, leaking so fervently that Gage grasped it, pumping it in time with his thrusts.
Ulric’s spine arched. He dug his fingers into the sheets, his chest rising and falling in great, heaving pants. Gage almost left him hanging again, except Ulric looked so needy that Gage didn’t have the heart to deny him
