He wrapped his lips around the head of Taylor’s cock, suckling the head as he slid a second finger past the band of muscles. Taylor made the sound again, only louder this time. Chase grinned around Taylor’s thick dick, pulling his fingers all the way to the edge of Taylor’s ass, and then slammed them back in.
Taylor cried Chase’s name as he bore down on Chase’s hand, rocking his hips erratically. Taylor was unhinged, and Chase was amazed at the glorious sight. The man was breathtaking as he gave himself over to Chase.
As badly as Chase was fighting the mating, he knew he was addicted to the sex noises Taylor made as Chase thrust his fingers into the man’s ass once more.
“Fuck me, fuck me, oh, gods, fuck me.” Taylor shouted a litany of words as he rode Chase’s fingers, his boy shivering on every downward thrust. The man was going buck wild, and that was exactly what Chase wanted.
He wanted his mate to forget his anger, to forget his worries, if only for the night as Chase fucked the man into a damn coma. When he added a third finger, Taylor shot forward, grabbing Chase by the hair and pulling him off of Taylor’s cock, smashing his mouth down on Chase’s lips. The kiss was brutal, fevered, and damn if Chase wasn’t about to come from the sheer force of Taylor’s kiss.
He pushed Taylor’s chest, knocking the man onto his back as Taylor cried out a protest.
“Lie still,” Chase growled.
Taylor curled his fingers into the mattress, but didn’t move a muscle. Chase jumped up as fast as he could and grabbed the packet of travel lube from his jeans. He hadn’t planned on claiming Taylor, but he was so damn glad he’d come prepared.
Chase ripped the small packet open with his teeth and then smeared the clear gel all over his cock, adding the rest to Taylor’s tight entrance. He was going to need to buy a case of lube if Taylor’s ass was as tight as he thought it to be.
Maybe he should invest in a twin set of butt plugs.
Chase groaned at the thought. Fuck, he wanted Justin here so badly that he almost whimpered. Just the thought of having both men in bed with him was enough to shoot Chase close to the edge.
Chase grabbed Taylor’s legs, tossing them over his arms as he scooted closer, the blunt head of his cock pressing at his mate’s hole. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. Chase knew he shouldn’t claim his mate. It was too dangerous, too risky, but fuck if he could stop now. Chase was so worked up that small spurts of pre-cum shot from the head of his cock.
Fuck, that had never happened before.
Chase gripped Taylor’s thighs as he locked eyes with his mate, Taylor lying there looking gloriously debauched. Chase inched his way forward, feeling the head of his cock pop past the ring and then he was in.
“Oh, fuck.” Chase groaned.
Taylor’s ass was so fucking tight that it was like an iron fist around Chase’s cock. Sweat began to trickle down his face as he fought the urge to ram home. Taylor locked his legs around Chase and pulled him loser, humping his hips.
“Fuck me!” he demanded.
Chase pulled out until just the head of his dick remained encased in Taylor’s ass. He glanced down and almost lost his grip on Taylor’s legs when he saw the way the man’s puckered hole pulse around his cock.
“Gods, just look at you, at us.”
“Chase!” Taylor wailed, and Chase suddenly realized that while he was looking at the most beautiful sight on earth, Taylor was slowly going out of his mind. Chase flexed his hips and slammed back into Taylor.
“Is that what you want, baby?” Chase panted as he slammed home again, and Taylor’s loud cry filled the room. “Do you want to feel my big cock splitting your sweet ass?”
“Yes!” Taylor shouted so loud that Chase wondered if the neighbors could hear him. “Harder. Please, fuck me harder. Fuck my ass!”
Chase’s eyebrows shot up even as he slammed into Taylor again. His mate had a dirty mouth. A fan-fucking-tastic dirty mouth. Chase loved it. He wanted more. He wanted Taylor’s dirty little words to wash over him as he fucked the man into the next month.
“Tell me, mate,” Chase ground out. “Tell me how much you love my cock.”
“Be–best cock ever.”
Chase grinned and leaned over to suck one of Taylor’s pert little nipples into his mouth. Taylor went wild, crying and moaning as he tried to push his nipple into Chase’s mouth at the same time he pushed back and impaled himself on Chase’s cock.
Chase leaned up and grabbed a pillow, shoving it under Taylor’s ass and elevating his hips. It changed the angle of his thrusts, and the next time he slammed into Taylor, the man’s cries rose and rose until they became silent.
Chase knew Taylor was close. He could feel the man’s cock leaking rivers of pre-cum. His inner muscles were pulsing and throbbing so hard and so fast that it was an exquisite pleasure in itself.
Chase dropped Taylor’s arms off his legs and leaned over his mate. He captured Taylor’s hands and wove their fingers together, pressing them down to the mattress on either side of Taylors head.
“Taylor,” Chase whispered as he slowed his thrusts. He captured the man’s pale-blue eyes with his own. They were dazed and filled with wonderment. Not claiming Taylor wasn’t possible any longer, not after feeling how things could be between them.
Chase leaned down and slanted his mouth over Taylor’s as his passion began to rise. He was hungry, and his need was mirrored in Taylor’s own lips as their tongues brushed against each other.
Taylor’s deep moan and the feeling of the man’s hot spunk spraying against his abdomen was Chase’s undoing. He reared back and stared down at Taylor’s blissful face for just a moment and then struck,
