Bayou Loup

by Lynn Lorenz

  Bobby licked that bottom lip, and Mark opened for him. So easy. Just slid his tongue inside, and the taste of Mark burst on his palate like a whiskey-flavored gumdrop. Bobby shuddered, deepened the kiss, and stroked the inside of Mark’s mouth with his tongue.

  Mark clenched his hand, his fingers digging into Bobby’s waist, drawing him closer, shifting so his leg wrapped around Bobby’s leg, matching up their erections. Then the man, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, rubbed Bobby up and down, creating a delicious friction Bobby suspected he wouldn’t be able to stand up against for long.

  Despite layers of jeans and cotton, Bobby felt every inch of Mark’s cock.

  Mark tangled his tongue with Bobby’s, and Bobby fought it, conquered it, and sucked it into submission. Mark groaned and thrust harder against Bobby’s groin, as if he had to get off, and get off right now.

  Bobby slid his hand down and grabbed Mark’s hand, then pulled it up, holding it against the door, their fingers entwined. Mark whimpered. Ah, sweet fuck. Bobby’s wolf howled, and Bobby reached for his belt, unbuckling it with one hand as he fucked Mark’s mouth with his tongue.

  Mark shoved Bobby’s hand away, popped the button. The zipper was no match for him, and he’d reached under Bobby’s briefs, pushing them down before Bobby could take a breath. Mark brushed his thumb over the leaking head of Bobby’s cock, shooting pleasure through him. After wrapping his hand around the shaft, Mark gave it a few quick pumps.

  Bobby couldn’t stop the deep groan from escaping his throat. Mark’s rough hand held him, so unlike the small, soft one he’d known most of his adult life, and turned him on like nothing before.

  Christ, he wanted to blow his load, but he fought it back. Not yet. Not until…

  Mark broke away, gasping for air, and fell to his knees.

  “Let me,” he whispered, looking up to meet Bobby’s gaze. Neither of them blinked or looked away. Time froze.

  Bobby swallowed and nodded. Christ, this was it. Mark was going to…

  “Ahhhhh,” he cried out as Mark swallowed his cock, surrounding it with moist heat, bathing it in softness tinged with teeth. Pure fucking heaven.

  Bobby hit his head on the door as he arched into Mark’s mouth.

  “Sweet Jesus, Joseph, and Mary.” Stars swam in his vision, but he wasn’t sure it was the blow to the head or the blowjob. Maybe both.

  He widened his legs to keep his balance. Mark bobbed slowly and steadily up and down the length of his dick, and Bobby thought he’d just about lose his mind, it felt so damn good.

  Carol had given him head plenty of times, but this was so much more…erotic, knowing it was a man kneeling at his feet, looking up at him, licking and sucking his meat.

  Bobby carded his fingers through Mark’s hair, allowing his curiosity to be sated about the texture of that silver streak, finding it coarser than Mark’s finer, dark hair. When Mark took him to the back of his throat and swallowed, Bobby bellowed, tightened his hand on Mark’s head, and shoved his dick in farther, fucking Mark’s mouth in earnest.

  Mark moaned as if Bobby’s dick was the most delicious thing he’d ever had in his mouth, and kept on sucking, his cheeks sinking in with the suction. Just watching his cock disappear between those lips, lips he’d kissed, lips he’d sucked, was too much. Too fucking much.

  His balls tightened up, his cock swelling.

  “Gonna blow,” he warned, gritting it out between his teeth.

  Mark cupped Bobby’s sac and kneaded it, kicking him over the edge.

  Bobby exploded, emptying his seed down Mark’s throat in spurts that seemed to last forever. Mark swallowed it all, gazing up at him as Bobby looked down, connecting on a basic level of pleasure and need.

  Un-fucking-believable.

  His knees shook, and for a moment, he reached out to grab the doorknob to steady himself with one hand as he stroked Mark’s hair with the other. Mark rested his forehead against Bobby’s hip, his body trembling. Bobby leaned to the side to see what was up.

  Mark had his hand on his cock, grasping it just beneath the flare of the deep red head. He didn’t jerk off—the opposite—he kept from coming.

  Bobby frowned. Mark looked up at him, the look in his eyes begging Bobby for…

  Deep understanding hit Bobby. He cupped Mark’s face with one hand.

  “Come for me, Mark,” he ordered.

  Mark arched his back, threw his head up, biting his lip as he shot his load between Bobby’s feet. White ropes sprayed the door of the hotel room as he jerked himself, his gaze never leaving Bobby’s.

  The last weak spit dripped onto the tiled entry floor, and Mark slumped against Bobby, who caught him under his arms and heaved him upright, pulling him in for a hard kiss.

  Mark tasted of whiskey, Mark, and Bobby’s cum, and Bobby couldn’t get enough of it. He searched Mark’s mouth for every bit until Mark moaned, perhaps in pain?

  “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He’d been an ass. Mark had just given him a once-in-a-lifetime blowjob, and he was manhandling the guy.

  “Oh, fuck. That was intense.” Mark sighed, resting his head against Bobby’s chest.

  “Bet you say that to all the guys you pick up in the bar.” Bobby had no illusions about what had just happened. They’d had sex. Fantastic, mind-blowing sex. But that was all.

  Mark took a step back, frowning. “No, I don’t. And I don’t get on my knees for just anyone.” He spun around and fixed his clothing, zipping up as he walked into the room.

  “You did for me.” Bobby followed and leaned against the dresser, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Yeah. Don’t tell anyone. It’ll ruin my rep.” The man laughed, ran his hand through his hair where the white streak was as if checking it, then sat on the edge of the bed.

  Bobby wondered if this was it. One blowjob and Mark would leave. His chest tightened at that thought. Mark leaving wasn’t what he wanted.

  “Take off your clothes. I want to fuck you.” Bobby flicked open the first button on his shirt. His jeans were still open, and his cock, only half-hard, came to life as if he were fifteen again.

  Mark’s eyes glittered, but he bit his bottom lip. For a moment, Bobby thought Mark would tell him to get fucked and storm out. But Mark stood and instead of leaving, unbuttoned his shirt.

  “I suppose you don’t let anyone fuck you either.” Bobby cocked an eyebrow at Mark.

  “Well, yeah, I don’t. Not usually. Most of the time it’s mutual jerk offs or rubbing off.” Mark shrugged out of his shirt and let it fall to the floor. The man had a fine body, lean but not ripped, a natural-looking fitness. Dark hair circled his nipples and converged in the center of his chest, then dived down to disappear where the open V of his jeans hid his cock. Bobby had the urge to lick every inch of him. Twice.

  “So, I’m special?” Bobby snorted. Not him, no way. He was just a hick ex-sheriff who’d been in the closet so long he’d forgotten what it looked like outside.

  Mark froze. “You’re like no other man I’ve ever met. When you speak, it’s like your voice seeps deep inside me.”

  Bobby smiled and advanced, leaving his own shirt behind. He stopped and touched Mark’s face with his knuckles.

  Mark looked up at him. “You make me want…”

  Chapter Two

  “What?” Bobby leaned down and licked across Mark’s lips. The man shuddered and fell backward onto the bed in an open invitation.

  Bobby crawled over him. “What do I make you want?” He lowered his body to Mark’s and pressed down.

  “More.” Mark kissed Bobby, dragging him even closer as he rubbed their cocks together. Bobby’s wolf howled.

  “Shit. This is fucking crazy.” Bobby got up, stripped off his clothes, and then went to work on Mark’s.

  When they were both naked, Bobby pushed Mark back down to the bed and climbed on top of him. He lay there, breathing in the man beneath him, registering the sensation of one body against the other, the brush of Mark’s hair on his legs, the spring o
f his pubes, the lengthening of his cock as it sparred with Bobby’s between their bodies.

  Christ. He couldn’t believe he’d missed so much for so long. He wanted to cry out for his loss, for all the times he’d longed for this but had pushed it deep inside and loved Carol instead. He did love her; she was his mate, and he had no other choice as a werewolf but to love her. His wolf had demanded it.

  But his mate was dead. And since that time, he’d felt the weakening, the dying of some part of him. He’d told no one about it, but he knew what was happening.

  A wolf without a mate would sicken and die unless he found another mate.

  “Hey, where did you go?” Mark cupped Bobby’s cheek.

  “Nowhere.” He took Mark’s mouth, claiming it as his, owning the man beneath him as he pinned him to the bed with the weight of his body.

  Mark surrendered to him, and that made Bobby’s wolf insane with need. Mark’s open stance invited Bobby to have at his body and the most intimate places on it.

  Bobby broke their kiss and licked down Mark’s throat to his chest and then over to a brown nipple. He licked it. Mark moaned. When Bobby sucked it, Mark arched into him, begging for Bobby to suck harder, his fingers buried in Bobby’s hair.

  “Fuck me,” Mark begged.

  Jesus, what that did to Bobby, those words, that needy quiver to Mark’s voice.

  Bobby leaned over, opened the drawer, and pulled out the lube and condoms he’d stashed there in hopes of this exact thing.

  “Boy Scout?” Mark raised one eyebrow.

  Bobby snorted. “You could say that.” Former sheriff. But he didn’t say it. He moved to sit between Mark’s legs, making the man spread them wide. One leg dangled off the side, and one reached across the bed, with Mark in the middle.

  The sound of the tube popping open made Mark shiver, and Bobby didn’t miss it. He spread some slick onto his fingers and painted a line down Mark’s penis, bisecting his balls, lower on the sensitive skin beneath them, and finally to the pink, quivering hole.

  He lingered there, trailing around it with his finger, as Mark bucked into him, trying to push his body onto Bobby’s finger.

  “Come on, Bobby.” The man practically growled at him.

  “Lie still,” Bobby barked out, and Mark froze. “Good. Let’s enjoy this. We can do fast and furious next time.”

  Mark grinned and nodded. Bobby didn’t miss the swallow as Mark’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Oh, fuck, Mark wanted this too.

  Next time. That sounded so good. From the way Mark looked, if his eyes didn’t lie, he wanted a next time also. Maybe even a time after that.

  “How much lube do I need?” Bobby asked.

  “A little more.” Mark planted his leg on the bed, bent his knee, and let it fall to the side, giving Bobby all the room he needed.

  Bobby added more lube and pushed his finger inside Mark. The man groaned, then sighed as Bobby smeared the slick on the walls of Mark’s channel. Bobby wanted to come so badly he had to hold his breath, finger inside up to the last knuckle, and just close his eyes to get control.

  He pulled out his fingers. After wiping them on the bedclothes, he tore the wrapper from the condom and rolled it on. With one hand he guided his cock to Mark’s opening, and with the other, he held Mark’s hip.

  Where their bodies touched—his cock sheathed in latex, Mark’s hole quivering to be breached—electricity arced between them. Bobby felt the shock of it all the way to his balls.

  He wasn’t going to last long, for damn sure.

  Pushing steadily, he entered Mark’s ass and hit a barrier. He squeezed Mark’s hip, then pushed deeper until the muscles gave way and he slid inside. Mark gasped and clutched at Bobby’s hand.

  “Hurting?” Bobby just managed to grunt out.

  “No. Keep…more.” Mark pushed against him.

  Bobby slid in, going deeper as Mark panted, accepting the intrusion, until Bobby’s balls sat against the warmth of Mark’s body.

  “Fuck.” Bobby shook his head to clear it. This felt so good he could barely stand the pleasure.

  “Exactly, Bobby. Fuck. Me.” Mark’s eyes glittered, pupils wide and dark with desire and lust.

  Bobby withdrew and then slid back home. Pulled out again. Slid in. He set up a steady rhythm of in and out, matched by Mark’s back-and-forth motion, meeting him with every stroke.

  “God! Right there!” Mark cried out as Bobby raked over his prostate. Bobby felt the lump through the thin latex and knew this was Mark’s switch. How many times could he flick it before Mark came?

  He only took five times, and Mark was whimpering and writhing and clutching the sheets like a man clinging to the edge of a cliff, afraid to fall. Bobby looked down at Mark’s cock, trapped between their bodies. Bobby grabbed Mark’s face with his hand and lowered his mouth to Mark’s.

  “Come for me,” he breathed into Mark’s mouth.

  Mark groaned, and hot cum splashed against Bobby’s belly as Mark shuddered beneath him. Christ, this power he had over Mark, a complete stranger, turned him on. He owned Mark’s body.

  And that knowledge sent Bobby right over the edge.

  He came, swearing, filling the latex with his seed, spilling it until he couldn’t think straight, couldn’t feel his body, and collapsed onto Mark’s chest.

  Mark wrapped his arms around Bobby and held him. “Damn.” Mark exhaled.

  “Damn is right,” Bobby murmured against Mark’s throat. He ordered his body to work, and eased out of Mark, holding the condom to keep it from slipping off his softening prick. Then he tossed it over the side of the bed and fell back next to Mark.

  Both men lay on their backs, staring up at the ceiling of the hotel room. The smell of cum and sweat hung in the air. So different from the smell he’d been used to after sex.

  Bobby didn’t think he’d ever been so sated, but he’d never had this kind of sex. Thinking of Carol bothered him for a moment—how he’d loved her. They’d mated. They’d had a healthy sex life. It had been good. He’d never wanted anyone else, and he’d put all thoughts of a man out of his mind.

  But this was different. This felt right in a way making love to Carol never had.

  And it scared the hell out of Bobby.

  He fought the urge to get up and run, but this was his hotel room, after all.

  “You’ve gone away again.” Mark gazed at him, his head turned to face him.

  Bobby rolled over and pulled Mark into his arms. The man snuggled into him as if he belonged there.

  “Just memories.” Bobby shrugged.

  “Oh, those.” Mark chuckled. “Good ones, I hope.”

  “Yeah. Good.” Bobby didn’t say more.

  Mark fell silent, but his finger traced a circle around Bobby’s nipple.

  “How many condoms did you bring?” Mark asked.

  “A box. Twelve.”

  “I’m not as young as I used to be. My bounce-back time is longer nowadays,” Mark told him.

  “Mine too.”

  “Sleep? Or do you want me to leave?” Mark stopped drawing circles on Bobby’s chest.

  “Sleep.”

  “Good.” Mark snuggled closer, and Bobby held him tighter.

  He should have told Mark to go, he knew it, but he wasn’t ready to let the man go. Not yet. If he was going to die, he wanted to catch up on as much of this as possible, before he kicked the bucket.

  He wanted to die with no regrets.

  ∙•∙

  What the hell had Mark gotten himself into this time?

  He should have left. Gotten dressed, kissed Bobby good-bye, said thanks for the fuck, and left. But he couldn’t. Something stopped him, and he didn’t know what it was.

  He inhaled the man’s scent. Up close, Bobby smelled of fresh air, outdoors, woods, and underneath it all, the man’s aftershave. Familiar, yet exotic.

  This was not going as planned. Mark had intended on picking up the man, having a few laughs, some bed sport, and then he’d make a getaway. He always
got away. He never stayed, so why the hell was he still lying there, wrapped up in Bobby’s arms, warm and nestled in cum-saturated sheets?

  Because, said a small voice in Mark’s head, this man is different. He’s not like all the other nameless fucks. His presence, his voice, his total and complete command over Mark’s body was something new and exciting, and Mark wasn’t ready to give it up yet.

  Mark didn’t believe in love at first sight. Lust and desire, hell yeah. He’d spotted Bobby and knew he’d go with him. Getting picked up in hotel bars was risky, and he didn’t do it that often, but he’d been lonely. Mark couldn’t face another night in his apartment, staring at the television, or surfing the Internet for his research.

  He’d wanted to go out. He’d wanted lights and music and a fuck.

  Well, he’d gotten them all. In spades. Probably the best fuck of his life.

  Mark turned slightly, staring up at Bobby’s face, eyes closed, and Mark’s heart tripped.

  Oh, hell no. He did not believe in that shit.

  Bobby was his type, sure. Big, powerful, and a real alpha. It oozed out of the man’s pores, and like the strongest of scents, it had drawn Mark right to him. That was all this was—pheromones. Biology.

  Love had nothing to do with it.

  You couldn’t fall for someone you’d only met two hours ago.

  So, why didn’t he just get up and leave?

  He didn’t want to; that was all. He hadn’t quenched his sexual appetite yet. He’d get some rest, and then he’d wake Bobby up, suck his dick, and let the man fuck him senseless again. Then he’d leave.

  The thought of that stiffened his cock.

  Mark groaned. Bobby pulled him tighter in an unconscious response, and Mark settled, content to just lie in the hold of another man’s arms.

  Contentment frightened him. This wasn’t like him, getting all sappy over some guy.

  And he had gotten sappy. The look in Bobby’s eyes the first time they’d spoken, the hunger and need there, told its own story. This was a man who needed Mark. They connected on some level, and it had Mark going soft, but not in a limp-dick way. Oh no. Mark felt like a horny kid again. But something about Bobby got to Mark; he wanted to make it all right for him. Some huge hurt followed Bobby, and Mark could see the gaping hole in the man’s soul.