Chapter Five

Theo

Fuck, but my man had moves. Over the last six months I had watched his body fill out from that of a gorgeous but lean young man with long limbs to that of a toned and muscular, ridiculously hot stud. He wore his thick, dark hair a little longer these days, and he no longer shaved religiously. I liked him in all states of facial hair, and today he had at least three days’ stubble. He still had very little body hair to speak of, just a light dusting around his cock that was super fine and soft.

He reached his hands above him, his snake-like movements a natural choice considering his breed: Nüwa, snake shifter. He gyrated around and around, running his hands down his sides as he flexed for me. For the last five months we had been taking Kapu Kuʻialua lessons from a private instructor two to three times a week. I had found my own stamina and flexibility improving. May have even lost a few pounds, though I don’t really care about all that. But the reason we had started the martial arts was so that Robbie could get a better sense of inner strength. During Thanksgiving we had been attacked and Robbie had almost died. Having come from an abusive childhood, he was tired of feeling like a victim and had approached me with some solutions. One of them had been learning self-defense, and the discipline had worked to strengthen him in many ways. I had seen his inner confidence begin to shine. I guess it also didn’t hurt that he was getting exposure therapy, where his therapist would turn into a huge weresnake and scare the shit out of him until he wasn’t scared anymore.

I grinned when Robbie began unbuttoning and unzipping his fly, his eye catching and holding mine as he rocked closer, one step, then the next, pushing his jeans down provocatively. His emerald eyes were veiled with desire and his wicked smile suggested that the shy, demure man I had rescued less than a year before was being replaced by a much stronger version.

Robbie licked his lips and shimmied out of his jeans, kicking them to the side as he danced around, bending over to give me a beautiful view of his amazing ass, which was framed in the forest-green jockstrap.

I stroked my cock as I watched him and had every intention of cajoling a lap dance out of him with the plan to stuff that jock with some C-notes. All of those goals went out the window when he bent forward, ass in the air wiggling provocatively at me. I grabbed a condom and lubed myself. He turned, surprised when I was suddenly upon him, pushing him face-first onto the high, steel-reinforced custom bed. I was pretty sure I heard him start to laugh into the bedding and then gasp as I plunged my fingers into him to loosen him up but only just before I replaced them with my own cock, in one long and fast thrust.

“Theo,” he whimpered, and I paused, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him to my chest.

“Too much?” I caught his earlobe between my teeth as I ran my hands over the new-formed ripples of his pecs and abs.

He hummed and twisted, one hand over his shoulder, tangling in my curls as he pressed his lips to mine, opening for my tongue. Almost impulsively, he turned away, grabbed my arm, and drove his fangs in, sucking and pulling his mouth away quickly. The paralyzing and intoxicating result was a shudder of sensation that coursed through me. If he bit me too deeply, I would lose all control. This time, it wasn’t enough to cause me to come. But it was a rare thing that he would bite me without my expressly telling him to do so. He must have been feeling in rare form.

I pushed him down roughly, and he landed on his palms, casting a sensuously playful look over his shoulder as I began to fuck him. The planes of the defined muscles in his back contracted as he bowed to meet my thrusts. I love filling Robbie’s tight ass, and the sounds he makes are the most enticing. Soon he was pushing back when I plunged forward, his hands balling up the comforter as his forehead rested downward. I smacked that perfect pale globe before I pulled out slowly and snapped off the condom.

“What?” Robbie asked breathlessly, his tone begging for more.

“I want to feel your mouth,” I said, sliding onto the bed and watching as he unconsciously licked his lips and repositioned himself between my legs. “Nah, sugar.” I hooked a finger to call his cock toward me, and he grinned, swinging his legs above my head. Without pausing to free himself from his jockstrap for me, he pulled my dick between his lips and swallowed in one long motion before he began to roll his tongue around my hardened shaft. Not wanting to be outdone, I ripped the material out of my way with a satisfying snap of elastic and buried my face in his natural musk—always an aphrodisiac, which summoned a loud moan from me. I was rewarded when he immediately began filling my throat with delicious salty precum. It was one main difference about us: he had a lot to give and I rarely had any. And I knew a way to get more from him.

I reached over to the bedside table where I had strategically placed a new lubed-up P-spot stimulator I had been saving as a surprise. As he began to gently shove into my throat, I lined up and slid the black shaft of the toy deep within him. I chuckled around his cock when he faltered in both sucking me and fucking my mouth. Jabbing the little button on the end resulted in vibrations that rolled through his cock and across my tongue. Robbie groaned loudly, pushing up onto the heels of his palms and punctuating the symphony of sounds with an exhaled “Not fair.”

In response, I sucked harder and began to massage his balls. Robbie shuddered and reached between us, trying to grab hold of his dick to prevent himself from coming. “Theo, I can’t…” he complained, and I laughed at his plight as he wrestled his cock away from me.

“Better get to sucking, then,” I said, thrusting my hips upward. He immediately fell onto me, pulling out all the stops as he swallowed my cock in fast, practiced strokes, his tongue working at my slit, pushing at my V. When the tingling pulled his balls tighter, I grabbed his dick again. “Bite my thigh, sugar,” I instructed.

By pulling his length between my lips, I was able to roll my tongue along his shaft, enjoying each small squirt, which suddenly became a flood when he lost control. His hand was on me, stroking. I jerked upward, spraying us with fluids when his fangs sank into my leg, causing a rippling cascade of pleasure throughout my entire body. It never ceased to amaze me how his bite affected me. Regardless of where the bite was, it was an immediate, all-encompassing rush of pleasure. So far, our record was about thirty minutes with him slowly drawing blood from me and me writhing in ecstasy.

Lost on a cloud of euphoria, Robbie slid his spent member from my lips before he crawled around and collapsed on my chest. Unworried about my jizz-covered chest fur, he rested his head. I sensed him pull the stimulator out and turn it off but wasn’t entirely cognizant of anything else he was doing. When I could move again, I caught hold of his stubble-spiked chin and kissed him lightly. I’d long ago gotten over the mild squeamishness about the coppery flavor that lingered on his tongue.

He pressed his lips together after I released him and grinned up at me. I could never get enough of that look: the sparkling adoration that spoke so much more than words.