Ethan studied the trembling young man in front of him with unconcealed amusement. What a brave little rabbit. Though it was clear to him Remy didn’t have much experience when it came to giving head, Remy’s courage was nothing short of admirable.
“I’ll take you up on that bet.” Ethan watched Remy’s breathing change, his chest rising and falling. Hell. Ethan could hardly wait to mount Remy’s tight little ass, and his wolf agreed.
Hesitantly, Remy looked up at him. “I confess I haven’t done this a lot. So tell me if I’m doing something wrong.”
Remy’s honesty was the thing Ethan loved about the tutor the most. Since the beginning, Ethan had always been drawn to the strange innocence Remy somehow preserved. Not a virgin, but Remy’s inexperience and gutsy determination impressed him.
He gave Remy a reassuring smile before threading his fingers into his hair. “That’s fine. I’ll guide you. Wrap your fingers around my base and lick me slowly, like eating an ice cream cone. Let’s start with that before you slide me into your mouth.”
Ethan watched Remy’s every little movement. Enjoyed the way resolution settled in Remy’s alluring huge eyes. Remy obeyed, positioning his fingers over Ethan’s base and putting his tongue to work. Remy moved hesitantly at first, licking the pre-cum on his cock head. Ethan hummed his approval and Remy gained more confidence. They were slightly clumsy strokes, but damnably sweet from a guy like Remy. Ethan’s balls drew in tight against him, against Remy’s hand when he cupped them upon Ethan’s instructions.
He groaned when Remy applied slight pressure on his balls, before swirling his pink tongue around his tip again. Remy could be an apt pupil, passionately willing and utterly sweet. Using Remy’s hair as a handle, Ethan nudged his tip against Remy’s lips.
“Take me in your mouth, Remy. I don’t think I can last long. Slowly, take your time getting used to the size of me.”
Remy wrapped his lips around him. He moved his mouth tentatively at first, getting used to Ethan’s thickness, before sealing Ethan’s throbbing steel-hard cock with heat. At Remy’s first try, he only managed to take half of Ethan’s cock, but it had been enough. Remy’s head bobbed up and down, his motions gaining refinement.
Ethan tightened his hold on his hair as jolts of pleasure went straight to his core. Growling, Ethan pulled out of Remy’s mouth, and the pressure building inside him spilled over.
“Good boy,” Ethan rasped.
Delight flashed through Remy’s features. Ethan spied Remy’s cock, already beginning to thicken with need.
Knowing he would soon slide into Remy’s tight ass, Ethan shuddered, closing his eyes as he drew out of Remy and exploded. After, Ethan cleaned himself up with a new washcloth in the bathroom. When he returned, Remy remained on his knees, looking like exquisite and sinful temptation.
Ethan was far from done. He hungered, and realized he wanted something much more than a single one-night-stand with no strings attached. Ethan knew from the moment he first met Remy that the tutor was special. Maybe someone who could accept all of his flaws, and take the only dark brand of love he could offer. Mate, his wolf repeated, possessive and full of certainty. Down boy, we still have to wait and see.
All Ethan could manage to growl out were two words. “Bedroom. Now.”
* * * *
The absolute command in Ethan’s voice made Remy’s body shudder, both in anticipation and relief. He could still taste Ethan’s arousal on his tongue. Remy licked his bottom lip, still amazed at how he managed to make a gorgeous specimen like Ethan come. Decided he immensely liked this new him—the new Remy who was bold, daring, and who no longer gave a shit about the consequences.
Remy would worry about the future later. All that mattered was the present.
Ethan helped Remy up, every muscle in his forearm and bicep flexing. He slammed his lips against Remy’s again, eradicating any logical thought. Ethan pinched one of his nipples with his fingers. Ethan’s other hand crept lower, his fingers circling Remy’s cock again, making Remy gasp. Ethan pumped him, using his pre-cum as a lubricant, before cruelly slowing down his momentum to show Remy his slick fingers.
“Lick them, Remy. Taste how you’re so ready for me.”
Remy leaned over, and tasted himself on Ethan’s fingers. All the while, the werewolf watched him with those hooded and intense eyes.
Jesus. Remy had never been this aroused before, or ever considered his body a vehicle of pleasure to another human being. No other man had ever looked at Remy the way Ethan did, like he wanted to devour Remy whole. Never before had Remy felt so desirable and wanted. Of all the people in New York, Ethan Drake picked him. Certainly saw Remy as someone good enough to eat, so Remy would make the best out of it.
They pawed at each other, hands sliding across flesh, their bared sweat-slicked bodies kissing. Remy was hardly aware of Ethan slowly leading them to the bedroom, until he noticed the interior changing. The master bedroom had been one part of the apartment Remy had never been to before.
A generously sized bed, heavy curtains drawn close, dark but warm walls that matched contemporary furniture—the neat and organized room matched its owner completely.
Ethan lowered Remy to the bed. Remy could almost hear the black comforter sigh. Ethan set Remy just at the edge, so his legs dangled at the end. Ethan opened the nearby drawer, tore open a condom, and slipped it on, before re-joining Remy.
Ethan used his legs to keep Remy’s apart, so Remy couldn’t close them.
“What are you doing?” Remy asked huskily.
He suddenly felt conscious of his own needy cock looking back at Ethan, but also incredibly turned on.
“How does this feel, Remy? With me trapping your legs, leaving you bared to my gaze?” Ethan asked. “Answer me truthfully. Because if you lie, I’ll know and I despise liars the most.”
The seriousness in Ethan’s tone gave Remy pause, made him slightly uneasy. Remy wondered why Ethan wanted to talk about this now. Did Ethan make that statement, because someone important had deceived him before?
He understood that a little. After Ted, Remy had trouble trusting other men again.
“It’s uncomfortable, but exciting,” Remy answered.
His response must have pleased Ethan, because Ethan smiled fondly at him. Ethan ran his hand up Remy’s thigh, touching close to his groin, but not quite. Remy moaned, thrusting himself at Ethan, shocked when Ethan slapped his thigh.
Not shocked because of the playful smack, but of how Remy only became more aroused by the slight pain. Seeing Ethan’s cock standing at half-mast, he knew the alpha werewolf enjoyed his reaction too.
“I have to confess something Remy, at the risk of spoiling the evening,” Ethan began.
“You won’t spoil anything,” Remy promised, but Ethan shook his head. Ethan began palming his inner thigh again, driving Remy mad with want.
“My tastes border on the slightly kinky side. Rather, I sometimes like taking control like most alphas. Does that scare you?”
Remy’s heart thumped at that. Bondage and BDSM was all the rage these days. If Remy were honest, he sometimes had fantasies of letting a man tie him up and have his way. But again, reality had been another matter. Besides, just the thought of it made him flush. Remy didn’t consider himself prude. True, Remy lacked experience, but he didn’t believe in putting his trust in some random stranger.
“But if those words scare you, then tell me you refuse to continue. We can stop, and you can use my shower to clean up if you like. I’ll have my driver send you home.”
Although Ethan’s words needed closer examination, the last thing Remy wanted was to stop. Ethan might look stern, uncommonly serious, but underneath his armor, Remy also spied vulnerability. Was Ethan Drake steeling himself for his rejection? That Remy had any power at over him shocked him. If Ethan was a bastard, he wouldn’t have asked Remy’s opinion in the first place. It warmed Remy a little Ethan decided to be upfront.
“What’s the other option?” Remy asked.
“Brave little, Remy. You could be a shifter.” Ethan began stroking his cock again, tracing tip to balls. His practiced movements only made Remy hot and bothered.
Damn it all. It took everything of Remy to not embarrass himself and come all over Ethan’s hand before Ethan started fucking him. “We can talk about the nature of my desires and yours another time. Tonight though, all I can think of is fucking you.”
“Please,” Remy murmured.
Ethan complied. He lifted Remy’s legs on his shoulders, and then drizzled a generous amount of lube over Remy’s crack and his fingers. Remy gasped when Ethan slid a finger inside his puckered hole. Ethan slid a second, added a third to stretch him. Suddenly, Remy ached for Ethan to fill him with something larger than his fingers. The thought still embarrassed Remy, but hadn’t Ethan loved his honesty?
“Oh God, please Ethan, I need you in me.” Remy’s face burned crimson at the admission, but it had been enough.
Ethan pressed his tip teasingly against Remy’s waiting hole, and slowly nudged several inches in. Remy let out a ragged breath, taken aback by the size, but Ethan took his time, making sure Remy got used to him. A delicious heat sparked in Remy’s insides, gaining intensity until Ethan buried himself hilt deep.
Ethan didn’t move for the next few seconds. Feeling deliciously impaled, Remy squirmed. Ethan blanketed his body over Remy’s, his hard chest rubbing against Remy’s upper body. Remy groaned, fastening his hands around Ethan’s neck.
“Feel me inside you, Remy,” Ethan whispered.
Ethan breathed hard against Remy, and his steel-hard length glowed inside of Remy like a brand. “Are you ready for me to move?”
“Yes. Please.”
“I fucking love it when pleas spill from your mouth.” Ethan kissed Remy hard on the lips again, before beginning to move. “The next time we do, you’re going to beg me to fuck you.”
Why did those words sound more effective than any poetry?
Ethan started slow at first, and began to build a rhythm. Each stroke drove jolts of pleasure up Remy’s chest and hardening cock. Sounds of their lovemaking filled the air—Ethan’s growls, his heavy balls slapping against him, and the cries he wrangled out of Remy.
“I love how responsive you are, Remy,” Ethan said with panting breaths.
Ethan’s mouth was hot and wet against Remy’s neck as he pelted Remy with kisses.
He began to reach for Ethan’s hair to hold on to, but Ethan clasped both Remy’s wrists one-handed, pinning them above his head. With any other man, hell, especially a shifter with supernatural strength, Remy would be alarmed, but with Ethan, Remy felt another thrill of anticipation shoot down his spine.
Who knew the feeling of being utterly helpless to the gorgeous male specimen claiming Remy, could be such an erotic delight?
Ethan slowed his rhythm. Remy panted, looking up at Ethan with wide and questioning eyes. Ethan looked concentrated, taking his time pushing his way into Remy’s walls until he hit Remy’s sweet spot. Remy cried out loudly, twisting in his grip.
“X hits the spot,” Ethan murmured. Then a wicked grin spread across Ethan’s lips. Before Remy could reply, Ethan drew out and slammed into his prostate.
Remy let out reverberating moan. Ethan reached for Remy’s cock and began pumping him in tune with his thrusts. Remy’s head spun and logic fell away. All Remy was aware of, was the clash of their bodies, sweat-soaked and a perfect fit.
“Come for me, Remy,” Ethan commanded.
The alpha’s words triggered Remy’s orgasm. The pressure building inside Remy broke open. Remy let out a long shuddering gasp as waves of pleasure brutally assaulted his body. Jesus, Remy never experienced an orgasm this intense with anyone before.
Ethan let out a triumphant growl, thrusting into Remy several times before reaching climax. Remy sleepily opened his eyes and saw Ethan pulling out, and disposing of the condom. Ethan came back a couple of seconds later with a new washcloth in hand. Remy mumbled a ‘thank you’ when Ethan cleaned both of them up. Ethan disappeared from his sight again.
This was it. The moment to decide whether Ethan was a gentleman, or a bastard. Would Ethan ask Remy to coldly leave? Get his driver to get Remy home? Tell Remy to spend the night in the guest bedroom?
Decidedly awake, Remy rubbed at his eyes and heard the water running in the bath.
“Time for a bath, baby,” Ethan said when he came back.
Remy squeaked when Ethan easily gathered Remy in his arms like Remy hadn’t weighed a thing. Well, given his werewolf strength, Remy’s weight wouldn’t bother Ethan.
“A bubble bath? Now?” Remy asked incredulously.
Ethan carried him into his bathroom, and Remy saw bubbles floating on top of an elegant freestanding bath.
“Not a gimmick or anything. Just a bath,” Ethan promised, lowering him in. Remy sighed as the warm water caressed his skin. “Scoot over.”
Ethan wasn’t exactly small, so they had to make do with Remy sitting on his lap. They took turns helping each other scrub their backs. Remy let Ethan shampoo his hair. Ethan took his job seriously too, lathering Remy’s hair with his fingers.
“None of the guys I’ve ever dated has ever done something this sweet,” Remy said when Ethan helped toweled him off.
Ethan leant Remy one of his oversized cotton shirts, and it fell to his knees. Remy sniffed at it, smelling fabric softener mixed with Ethan’s unique scent, which only made Ethan laugh.
“I’m glad I’m one of a kind.” Dressed in nothing, Ethan led Remy back to the bedroom. Ethan climbed on the bed, and patted the space next to him. “Come, Remy. You’ve earned a cuddle.”
Remy hadn’t simply spooned with a man before. The times Ted fucked him, Ted rolled to his side of the bed. After, Ted’s snores filled the room a few minutes later.
Remy crawled into bed.
“Turn over,” Ethan said.
Remy did. Ethan wrapped his arms and legs wrapped around Remy’s body a second later. Ethan’s body was a warm blanket behind his back. Remy decided he liked cuddling very much, if it came with the mind-blowing sex. Ethan’s proximity still made it hard to process what just happened, but without the earlier tension, Remy could breathe a little easier.
What had just happened? How could a simple kiss turn into this?
“It’s late, Remy. Let your body and mind rest,” Ethan chided.
Remy couldn’t help it. Questions still raced through Remy’s head. In his experience, any good thing had a time limit.
How long would this blissful and feeling of contentment last?
Ethan immediately silenced Remy’s worries when he started nibbling at Remy’s earlobe and kissing his way down Remy’s neck. Remy sighed, feeling the press of Ethan’s cock against the curve of his buttocks.
Surely, Ethan didn’t want round two so soon?
“Ethan, are you...?” Remy couldn’t finish his question, because Ethan slipped his hand over his thigh, reminding Remy he had no boxers on.
The thought of his cock being openly accessible to Ethan made Remy incredibly hot. Turned on without knowing why. Remy was glad that the lights were off, so Ethan couldn’t see the flush creeping up his neck and ears.
“You’ve gotten so hard so soon, Remy?
Remy had no answer to that. He groaned when Ethan pinched his tip.
“Do you want me to fuck you again, Remy?” Ethan asked, although the werewolf clearly knew the answer.
Ethan parted from Remy for a second, to reach the box of condoms on the top of the drawer, and put one on. He heard Ethan uncap the lube and felt Ethan slide his wet fingers inside his asshole, widening him.
“I—yes,” Remy stammered.
A loud moan tore out of Remy as Ethan easily slid inside his waiting ass. His body responded in kind, the muscles of his ass welcoming Ethan in. Unlike the build up before, Remy came instantly when Ethan started sliding his hand up and down Remy’s cock. Remy tried muffling his loud gasps through the pillow, but he heard Ethan’s growl of triumph moments later.
Remy sighed, feeling Ethan rising to clean them both of them up again, before settling beside Remy. Remy’s sleep that night was dreamless.