The Otter's Tale

by Charlie Richards

  Jerome swirled his tongue around Aziel’s wide crown, teasing his sensitive glans. He sucked lightly on the underside, stimulating the wrinkled skin beneath it. Finally, he opened wide and wrapped his lips around Aziel’s knob, suckling lightly.

  Groaning, Aziel twisted his fingers into the comforter. He panted harshly as he watched his new lover go down on him. Somehow, Jerome managed to take most of him into his mouth, lowering, lowering, until Aziel’s cap bumped the shifter’s throat. Then—oh god—Jerome swallowed, massaging his cock head.

  “Jerome,” Aziel whined, his dick throbbing. “Fuck! Your mouth... so good.”

  Aziel knew he must be leaking like a sieve, but Jerome just kept sucking and swallowing. He bobbed up and down on Aziel’s length, using his tongue to trace his veins and massage his dick. When Jerome moved one hand to his balls, Aziel sucked in a surprised harsh breath as fire shot through his groin, and his testicles rolled.

  “S-Soon,” Aziel warned raggedly.

  To Aziel’s disappointment, Jerome popped off his cock with a slurp. Aziel groaned in dismay as he watched his lover lick his lips. Winking, Jerome grinned as he reached over and grabbed the lube.

  “Not quite, yet,” Jerome claimed. He placed his empty palm on Aziel’s abdominals, rubbing lightly. “Take a few deep breaths and try to relax. I’m going to start opening you up.” His grin turned feral, and his eyes gleamed as he added, “If you feel the urge to come, please do so. I’d love to taste your seed.”

  Aziel moaned. His abdominals clenched and relaxed under Jerome’s petting hand. Just the idea of releasing into his lover’s mouth, watching him drink him down, had his cock twitching and him on the edge.

  “H-Hurry,” Aziel urged. If he was going to have something in his ass, he wanted the pleasure of orgasm to distract him. “Do it.”

  Jerome peered at him for several long seconds, just petting him. Finally, he jerked a nod. “Okay.”

  Then Jerome lifted his hand away and popped the cap on the lube. He poured what looked like a massive dollop onto his fingers, the slick liquid oozing over his digits. After closing the tube, he set it aside and lowered his wet fingers between Aziel’s legs.

  Jerome must have noticed Aziel’s tension ratchet up, for he returned his other hand to Aziel’s ball sack. He cradled it gently, lightly rolling and massaging the hidden orbs within. Holding Aziel’s gaze, Jerome pressed a lubed digit to his opening.

  At the first touch of his lover’s fingers, Aziel tensed. He couldn’t help it. It was instinct. When Jerome didn’t breach him, but just rubbed at his muscle lightly as he continued to play with Aziel’s balls, he slowly began to relax.

  “That’s the way,” Jerome crooned. Sitting between Aziel’s legs, he leaned over and once again began lapping along his cock. “Just enjoy the feel of me playing with your body, giving you pleasure.”

  Watching Jerome lick his dick like a lollipop, feeling him play with his balls, Aziel felt goose bumps break out on his thighs. His cock twitched and oozed. Even the muscle guarding his hole began to tingle.

  Jerome again reached the head of his prick and swiped his tongue over the crown. Scooping up the beads of pre-cum there, he looked up and met Aziel’s gaze. He licked his lips, then opened his mouth and suckled the crown, all the while continuing to peer at Aziel.

  Gasping, Aziel felt his balls tightening. His dick throbbed, aching with the bliss he knew was looming. Just as his balls began to draw up, his orgasm so close he could taste it, Aziel felt Jerome’s finger slide into his ass.

  Aziel’s jaw sagged open, but no sound came out as a mild burn fired through his nerve endings. His nipples beaded and his breath caught in his chest. When Jerome eased his digit partway out, then pushed back in, Aziel could no longer hold the shifter’s gaze.

  Staring at the ceiling, Aziel tried to assimilate the new sensations. It didn’t hurt so much as feel strange... just really, really odd. Inhaling deeply, slowly, he realized his urge to come had abated. While he felt a little disappointed, he figured it was for the best. Besides, the next thing Jerome did was once again swallow his dick.

  Groaning, Aziel enjoyed the sensation of Jerome sucking his dick. The fantastic pleasure pulsing through the sensitive skin of his erection once again consumed him, and he no longer had to concentrate on doing his best not to fight his natural urge to clench. Instead, he relaxed, moaning with bliss as Jerome expertly worked his cock and balls.

  “Fingers and mouth,” Aziel mumbled, shuddering. “Magic. Oh god.”

  Aziel hardly even felt it when Jerome pushed a second finger in beside the first. Only the increase in stretch gave away that the shifter had done it. Then Jerome sucked on the sensitive bit of skin just below his crown, making him forget all about the fact that he’d added a finger to his ass.

  Once again Aziel felt his balls begin to tighten. He twisted his fingers into the comforter, trying to hang on. As much as he wanted to orgasm, he never wanted the blissful sensations coursing through his body to end. They were better than anything he’d ever experienced.

  When Jerome lowered his head all the way, deep throating Aziel’s cock, it became a matter of course. He could no longer fight it. His balls tightened, and his orgasm surged through him.

  Peering down his body, Aziel moaned as he watched Jerome ease a little way off his cock and drink him down. He pulsed once, twice, before his eyelids slid closed and he roared. His body shuddered and twitched as endorphins coursed through him, sending him floating on waves of the most blissful release he could ever remember experiencing.

  It wasn’t until Jerome’s continued gentle suckling grew uncomfortable that Aziel began to regain his senses. He peered down his body and met the shifter’s gaze. Seeing Jerome’s slick, swollen lips still wrapped around his prick, those same lips curved in a smug, almost obscene smile, Aziel’s heart sped up again, and his prick twitched.

  Good god. I’m still hard.

  Aziel didn’t know how that was possible.

  That must have been some kind of signal, for Jerome eased his mouth off Aziel’s cock and grinned. Releasing his balls, he placed his hand on the mattress and leaned up. That was when Aziel finally realized Jerome still had several fingers buried in his ass.

  Jerome held his gaze as he pressed against something inside him. Sparks shot through his groin, and he sucked in a harsh breath. His prick twitched, and his balls tingled.

  “H-Holy shit,” Aziel mumbled. “Is that my prostate?”

  Grinning lasciviously, Jerome nodded. “It is. Feel good?” As he spoke, he pressed against the bundle of nerves again.

  Groaning, Aziel nodded. He felt beads of sweat break out on his skin as his balls tingled. When Jerome eased his fingers a little way out, then pushed back in, he instinctively rocked into them, hoping to feel that rub again.

  Jerome didn’t disappoint him.

  For the next however long Aziel didn’t know, Jerome played with his ass. He stimulated Aziel’s prostate, lighting up every nerve ending in his groin. Before he could second-guess himself, Aziel reached up and grabbed Jerome’s upper arms.

  “Now,” Aziel insisted. “Take me now.” When Jerome paused, clearly hesitant, Aziel assured, “I want you. I want to feel you, to be yours.”

  Obviously unable to resist Aziel’s offer, Jerome nodded. “Okay. I want that, too.” His voice was ragged, his face flushed with his need.

  Jerome slowly eased his digits from Aziel’s chute. He rose to his knees and used his wet fingers to grease up his erection. His foreskin eased away from the damp head with each stroke.

  Aziel took in Jerome’s thick erection. The long shaft was swollen. The flared head was wide and red, almost angry looking. Pre-cum oozed from his head.

  Having never been so close to an uncircumcised dick, Aziel found his curiosity raised. He untangled his fingers from the comforter and reached out. Pausing, he glanced up to meet Jerome’s gaze questioningly.

  Jerome offered him a feral sm
ile. “You are welcome to touch,” he growled roughly. “Just don’t think I’ll let you explore all you want today. I’m too close to the edge.”

  Nodding, understanding, Aziel lowered his hand. “Next time, then,” he offered, seeing the flash of disappointed in Jerome’s eyes. “I want to be able to take my time.”

  Aziel lifted his good leg and swing it around Jerome. He got to his knees and did something he’d never in a million years thought he’d do. He presented his ass to a man.

  No. Not just any man. Jerome. My lover. My shifter.

  When Jerome rested his hand on the small of his back, Aziel couldn’t stop himself from tensing. He peered over his shoulder and forced a smile. Jerome peered back at him, his expression one of understanding.

  Jerome began to pet his back and side. He traced over the knobs of Aziel’s spine. Leaning over him, he returned his lubed hand to his Aziel’s hole, massaging around the rim. He pressed kisses along his nape as he reached around with his other hand and rubbed, pinched, and tugged his nipple.

  Gasping at the unexpected stimulation, Aziel found his body erupting in flames. He didn’t know if he wanted to press into Jerome’s hand playing with his nipples—no one had ever played with them before, and he couldn’t believe how sensitive they were. Pushing back on Jerome’s fingers so they once again played with his prostate also seemed like a damn fantastic idea.

  Aziel groaned in frustration, his body confused.

  That must have been the signal Jerome was waiting for, because the next instant, his fingers were gone at his entrance to be replaced by the crown of his dick. Jerome pressed forward, thrusting into Aziel. His ring of muscle gave way, and a surprising bite of pain erupted in his rectum, causing him to clench.

  “Easy, my mate,” Jerome crooned against the damp skin of Aziel’s shoulder. He continued to lick, nip, and suck on the tendon there, probably pulling up a mark. Between nibbles, he mumbled, “Relax for me. Push out when you’re ready.”

  Jerome reached under Aziel with his other hand and gripped his cock. He began jacking him slowly, the traces of lube on his fingers making it an easy glide. The multiple points of stimulation swiftly distracted Aziel, relaxing him and returning him to the heights of pleasure.

  Chapter Nine

  Jerome felt it the instant Aziel relaxed. The death-grip his mate’s body had on his prick eased. His erection twitched in his grip. Even the tension in his lover’s neck disappeared.

  Seconds later, Aziel began to rock in his grip. He thrust forward, then rocked backward, instinctively searching for more friction on his dick. Jerome gave it to him, tightening his hand.

  Aziel’s movements also caused Jerome’s cock to sink further into him. Groaning softly at the entrancing squeeze to his erection, he began to move with his mate. He sank deeper and deeper, allowing Aziel to do most of the work and control the pace.

  Jerome knew Aziel was a dominant male. His actions on more than one occasion had betrayed his desire for control. The fact that he was allowing him to fuck him, a wave of emotion rolled through Jerome that had nothing to do with simple attraction.

  Too soon.

  Biting back words of affection that he knew Aziel wasn’t ready to hear, Jerome fought against the roll and swell of his balls. Besides, I’m not ready to say anything, yet, either. He focused instead on his burning need to spill, to mark his mate, inside and out. His canines tingled and ached as they lengthened, readying for him to sink them into Aziel’s neck.

  Hearing Aziel’s groan was like the best music to Jerome’s ears. Their bodies straining, their combined sweat making it easy to slide against each other. Each grunt and growl, smack of flesh on flesh that filled the air, created a sweet sense of satisfaction in Jerome.

  I’m pleasing my mate.

  Aziel’s chute muscles rippled along Jerome’s length an instant before they clamped down. Jerome thrust deep, groaning against his mate’s neck as his balls churned. He smelled the heady fragrance of Aziel’s seed as his lover’s cock twitched and spurted in his grip.

  Unable to hold back his own orgasm a second longer, Jerome moaned deeply as his pleasure crested. He poured his seed into his mate’s body, marking him deep inside. His need to claim surging through him just as surely, he opened his mouth and wrapped his mouth around where Aziel’s neck met his shoulder.

  Jerome bit, sinking his teeth into Aziel’s flesh. Blood oozed up around his canines, filling his mouth. He rolled his lover’s life-giving fluid across his tongue, relishing the iron-rich flavor, before swallowing it.

  Sucking lightly, Jerome took in a second mouthful.

  Beneath him, Aziel groaned and shuddered. Jerome felt his lover’s channel ripple around his softening prick. His mate’s dick jerked and twitched where he still held it.

  As Jerome eased his teeth from Aziel’s flesh, he hummed. Smug satisfaction filled him, knowing he’d gotten his mate off not twice, but three times. He licked over his claiming mark, sealing the wound and leaving a slight scar behind.

  Jerome slowly eased backward, sliding his softening prick from the chute of his mate’s body. Pressing a kiss to Aziel’s nape, he smiled at his human when he turned and peered back at him. He noticed Aziel’s heavy-lidded, slightly-glazed expression and rubbed up and down his back.

  “Flop to your left,” Jerome urged, placing his hands on Aziel’s hips to guide him. “And relax. I’ll get a rag to clean you up.”

  “Mmm-kay,” Aziel mumbled, doing as Jerome wanted.

  Jerome eased off the bed, grinning as he took in the view of his blissed-out mate. His big man was so fucking stunning. Padding to the bathroom, he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face, nor did he want to.

  I claimed my mate.

  Nothing and no one could ever describe the deep feeling of satisfaction that stemmed from accomplishing such a thing. He’d never felt such peace. Grabbing a towel, he ran a corner of it under warm water.

  As Jerome rung it out, he peered into the mirror. It seemed Aziel wasn’t the only one wearing a goofy smile. Even as he peered at himself, his smile grew wider.

  Life was pretty damn great all of a sudden.

  Jerome headed back to where Aziel waited. He found that the man hadn’t moved and appeared to be sleeping. As soon as he rested his left knee on the bed, Aziel cracked open one eyelid and smiled at him.

  “Just relax,” Jerome repeated, reaching out. He rubbed the damp end of the towel over Aziel’s groin, clearing away the spilled semen.

  When he started sliding it between Aziel’s thighs, heading toward his hole, so he could wipe up the excess lube and the traces of Jerome’s cum trickling from him, a heady surge of pride filled him.

  Aziel chuckled softly but didn’t fight him.

  Once done cleaning, Jerome dried his lover with the other end of the towel. He focused on Aziel and noticed the mirth filling his dark eyes. Jerome quirked a brow in silent question.

  Grinning, Aziel rumbled, “Normally I’d ask for at least a nice dinner before letting someone near my cock and balls. Steak, at least.” He winked. “And my ass, well, you totally owe me lobster.”

  Jerome chuckled, pleased by Aziel’s humor. “Lobster, huh?” he teased. “If we go to Maine, I’ll catch it and cook it myself for you. How’s that sound?”

  “Love the sound of that, actually.”

  Aziel hummed as he rolled and grabbed Jerome. He took the towel from his hands as he settled on his back. After tossing the towel to the floor, Aziel drew Jerome against him, cuddling him close.

  “Kiss me,” Aziel ordered.

  Jerome was only too happy to comply. He leaned up on one arm, so he could reach the man, then pressed a slow, sipping kiss to his mate’s lips. Once they separated, Aziel appeased, Jerome settled down next to him.

  “I would love to watch you catch lobster,” Aziel told him, reaffirming his comment. He grinned at him. “I watched you for a few minutes before Tristan spooked you. Did you know that?”


  His brows shot up in surprise. Tipping his chin, Jerome focused on Aziel. “Really? You must have been downwind.”

  Aziel shrugged. “Don’t know shit about that.” His voice came out drowsy. “Just plants.”

  Remembering one of Aziel’s friends make a comment about Jerome studying botany, Jerome nodded. “You have a project, uh, Mitch said,” he began slowly. After seeing Aziel nod, he asked, “I was told that your friends and Doctor Perseus reported to your teachers that you were injured. I don’t know what that means for the project Mitch said you mentioned, but maybe I can help.” He grinned widely, extremely pleased that they had something in common. “I’m good with plants.”

  “Oh, that’d be awesome,” Aziel replied, sounding appreciative. “If I could get the doc to give me some crutches, maybe we could go for a walk, and you could collect the ones I point out.” Humming, he added, “After a nap, though. And steak.”

  Hardly after Aziel had finished talking, Jerome heard him hum, then his breathing evened out. Knowing he’d worn out his mate in the best way possible, Jerome reached down and grabbed the blanket. He pulled it over them both, then cuddled against his mate, pleased beyond reason to snuggle with his human and drift off to sleep.

  The sound of a soft knock roused Jerome from his dose. He lifted his head from off Aziel’s huge torso and debated calling out, but he didn’t want to wake his mate. To his surprise, Aziel growled, catching his attention.

  “Come in.” Aziel’s scowl softened as he met Jerome’s gaze. “Doctors just can’t leave the injured alone, huh?”

  “No. No, we can’t,” Doctor Perseus claimed, striding into the room. He offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Aziel. After your, uh, strenuous activities—” He paused to waggle his brow ridges before continuing with a grin. “I want to check your leg.”

  Heaving a sigh, Aziel nodded. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t pop any stitches, doc.” He flipped up the left side of the blanket to expose his leg.