Page 17 of Wrong Number, Right Fox (Dial M For Mates #6)
GARNER
“So.” I pushed away my coffee cup. “What do we do now?”
My heart wasn’t thumping but instead was thundering in my chest. I glanced down, expecting my shirt to be billowing up with each loud beat.
Joss slid his foot over my calf, sending goosebumps shooting up my thigh. They crawled over my body’s dips and curves, and if I’d peeked inside my briefs, I’d have seen tiny spikes on my cock, the same cock that was hard and pulsing with heat. Go figure!
“I can think of a few things.”
“Such as?” My voice was more of a squeak than a commanding question or a holler.
Not that I’d shout at my mate-to-be when he was getting me so hot that I needed to rip off my clothes and pour a bucket of ice water over me.
Or fuck Joss and then have a shower. Or do both at the same time.
My mind was a whirling mass of questions that I had no answers to colliding with a hot sexy tingling flooding every part of me.
“Fucking, more fucking, and yet more fucking. That’s three.” He smirked, looking pretty pleased with himself.
I’d been longing for this moment since we met, but instead of broaching the subject gradually and subtly, he’d dumped a possible scenario on my head, and I had no response. Other than drooling and squirming as my dick threatened to bust out of my pants, though the zipper was holding firm, for now.
“We… we can do that.” My response sounded as though I was agreeing to a colleague's suggestion at work. But my befuddled brain couldn’t string more words together.
Joss dropped his gaze and peered under the table. “Did you want to do it here? Not sure that chair would hold both of us.”
My omega mate was taking the lead. Not that I had a problem with that, but I wanted to be his equal in this relationship. Instead, I was gulping, sweating, and saliva was sliding over my chin. I had to snap out of it.
Deciding to snatch the initiative, I stood up and my chair tipped backward and slammed onto the floor, confirming Joss’s claim that it was too flimsy for sex.
I could have caught it but my eyes were locked on Joss’s as I beckoned him to follow me.
I swaggered toward my bedroom, swaying my ass as I yanked off my shirt and undid my belt.
There was a whoosh of air from my mate, and I straightened my spine, knowing he’d be studying my back, rippling with taut muscles. Sliding my pants lower so they sat on my hips, I sashayed into the bedroom.
“I know what you’re doing,” he hissed over my shoulder.
I half-turned, raising a brow. “What’s that?” I plastered an innocent expression on my face, and Joss rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue.
But I’d had enough of us playing silly games, and I scooped him up and dumped him in the middle of the mattress. He bounced a little as he sported a cat-like grin.
“Is this what you want?” I yanked both my pants and briefs to my knees and my engorged cock bounded out.
Joss’s tongue peeked between his lips before he licked around his mouth. “More, please. I’m greedy.”
I kicked off my clothes and grabbed my mate’s ankles. He shrieked as I pulled him over the mattress.
“You’re too far away.”
He fumbled with his buttons, but I grasped the shirt and yanked, tearing and shredding the fabric. Tiny threads caught the light as they floated onto the bed while he wiggled out of his pants.
But he was still clad in his underwear, and I whispered, “Off.”
His smirk returned, and he raised his hips. “That’s your job.”
Hoping his cute briefs weren’t a favorite pair, I wrenched them off him.
His arousal pointed upward, a droplet of pre-cum on the tip.
Shoving his legs apart, I crawled between them, ignoring his length and kissing behind his knee and upper thigh.
I grazed my teeth over the soft flesh, knowing his skin would be streaked with red in the morning.
He ground his butt into the bedding, moaning and gripping the duvet in both fists while begging me to fuck him.
I nudged his cock, leaving a streak of pre-cum on my cheek. Sitting on my haunches, I captured it with a finger and smeared it over my mouth.
Joss draped a hand around my neck, pulling me close before licking off the sticky droplets.
“Mmmm. I’m tasting you and me combined.” His smoldering eyes ended my playful meandering up his body, and I trailed my fingers from the tip of his dick to the base.
Wrapping my fingers around his cock, I slid my hand over the shaft.
Joss’s head fell back as my other hand prodded his hole.
My fingers were coated in slick as I eased one and then a second into his channel, up to the first knuckle, while tugging at his cock. He bucked his hips, matching my rhythm. But my dick probed his entrance, and I eased inside him, alongside my two fingers.
Joss’s head jerked up. “What are you doing? I feel so full.”
I paused. “Too much?”
“Gods, no.” He clenched around me. “Don’t stop. I love it.”
I pushed my cock inside him, along with my fingers, as Joss begged me to ram into him harder and faster. He angled his hips, and I slid in deeper, making him purr.
Much as I wanted to finger him and fuck him and get handsy with his dick, it was awkward, and I removed my fingers from his hole and let go of his length. He pushed out his bottom lip and pouted, mumbling he wanted all of me.
“You have me. For all eternity, but right this minute, your hole has my cock.”
Placing both hands on the mattress beside him, I pulled out. Glancing down, my dick was shimmering in the dim light, coated and smeared with slick. I rammed back in, and Joss slid over the bed.
“Mmmm, that’s what I like.” His lazy smile and half-lidded eyes ramped up the tension inside me. “My alpha who can move… maybe not mountains but?—”
I cut him off by plowing into him, my cock silencing my mate as I thrust inside his channel. He whimpered, his breath coming in tiny spurts and starts. Sweat dribbled over his chest into his belly button while our bodies jerked and bumped. The headboard joined in by thumping against the wall.
Joss lifted one leg and flung it over my shoulder, and my cock lodged deeper inside him. Grabbing his ankle, I smothered it with kisses while twisting my hips and entering him from a different angle.
“I love the way you fuck.” Joss’s glistening, half-parted lips and his come-hither gaze ramped up the temperature inside me as heat blistered over my skin.
My cock surged into him, silencing the words on his lips as my hand made its way to his length, bopping on his thigh, a delicious slapping of flesh on skin that spurred me to lunge into him again and again. I grasped his dick, and he covered my hand with his own.
“Together,” he mouthed as his lids closed, and we pumped and I fucked him in tandem. His hair flopped adorably with each thrust and tug, and I wished I could paint him in that moment, with his damp locks, his cheeks and chest tinged with pink, while covered in a sheen of sweat.
Neither of us spoke as my cock filled him, but little groans, grunts, and sighs escaped our lips.
I fit so perfectly inside him, it was where I was meant to be.
The climax building inside me forced my eyes shut, and surrounded by darkness, the smells, sounds, and sensations of us making love enveloped me like a hug.
The squeaking bed, the rustling of the sheets, his tight channel and damp skin, and the musky sensation of sweat and slick mingling.
Joss panted, and his body jerked and spasmed. He cried out and trembled, clamping his hands on me as he climaxed, cum spurting over us.
My cock slammed into him, the room spun around as all thoughts were shoved out of my head, and there was only him and me. The orgasm crashed over me, and my body bowed as though I’d been hit by a gust of wind.
“I love you.”
I lowered Joss’s limp leg to the bed and bent over him, kissing the sweat dotted over his brow and upper lip.
As my knot claimed his ass, my fox’s front teeth elongated and broke the skin on my mate’s shoulder.
He winced, closed his eyes, and clamped his teeth together as I mopped up the trickle of blood.
“Sorry.” I kissed the mark, wishing it would heal as quickly as a shifter’s wound.
“No. It’s the most significant event of my life, so it has to be memorable.” He traced his fingers over my chest. “I want my mark here on your pecs.” He bit me hard, and it was more painful than expected but mixed with desire and a prickling that signified we were as one.
“Mate.” He grinned and poked out his tongue again. “Now you can’t get rid of me.”
“Oh really.” I chuckled and snuggled into him. “I’m sure I can come up with ways.”
“Don’t kid yourself. You’re stuck with me for always and ever more.”