Pregnant with His Werewolf's Baby (5 page)

Chapter Five

In his dream, Gavin was burning up. Every single inch of him
buzzed with the fire of passion. Saul's hands were everywhere, his lips
exploring Gavin's body, testing his reactions. His clever fingers tortured and
teased, rubbing Gavin's nipples, sliding over his sides, and finally, reaching
for his dick.

With a smug, sexy grin, Saul knelt between Gavin's legs and
licked his lips. He swirled his tongue over the head of Gavin's prick,
awakening every nerve ending in his body.

"Mmm... You taste so good, my sweet mate."

In that moment, Gavin realized this wasn't a dream at all. He
could hear the truth of it in the husky sound of Saul's voice. He shook off the
lingering remnants of sleep, and he took in the sight of the dark head bobbing
up and down his hard dick. It was such a paradox. A day before, Gavin had never
thought he could wake up in bed with such a sexy man giving him head, but at
the same time, nothing Gavin could have ever dreamed up would have felt so
good. And hey, who was Gavin to question it? As Saul's hands landed on his
hips, Gavin surrendered to his lover and to the pure sensations Saul's
ministrations awoke within him.

Following his instincts, he tried to thrust into Saul's
mouth, but Saul seemed to have decided a little torture was in order. He
alternated hard, almost ruthless sucks with lazy exploration. One moment, he
was tracing the biggest vein of Gavin's cock with his tongue, and next, he
bypassed Gavin's dick altogether, choosing to mouth Gavin's balls instead. And
just when Gavin thought he finally got a grip on the sensations, the other man
returned to taking Gavin's prick all the way into his throat, practically
demanding his cum.

Under the circumstances, Gavin couldn't withstand the
overwhelming rapture for too long. He came with nearly embarrassing swiftness,
arching his back as he filled Saul's mouth with his spunk.

Saul drank down every drop of Gavin's offering, and his body
trembled as he followed Gavin over the edge. As Saul's hot cum hit his leg, it
occurred to Gavin that the two of them responded to each other with the exact
same amount of enthusiastic desire. Somehow, that made the afterglow of Gavin's
orgasm even better.

As Saul finally released Gavin's spent dick from his mouth,
Gavin said, "That was a nice good morning."

"I'm glad my efforts were appreciated. Now... breakfast
in bed?"

Gavin highly anticipated spending the whole day with Saul,
but he caught sight of the clock on the wall. Just like that, he remembered.
He'd been so focused on the problems of his personal life that it hadn't
occurred to him he had a job to go to in the morning. "Shit. I need to get
to work."

Taking into account that he had to drop by his place to
change, he was already late. He felt even worse when Saul's face fell. Reaching
for the other man, he brushed his lips over Saul's in the ghost of a kiss.
"I know this sucks, and not in a good way. But... I really like you, Saul.
Could we... Do you think we could see each other on a more regular basis?"

His face heated and his stomach seemed invaded with
butterflies as he waited for a reply. His rational side reminded him that he'd
only ever intended to make this a no-strings-attached one-night stand, that
he'd just broken up with Richard and plunging into another relationship was a
bad idea. But his heart told him there was something different about Saul. That
something that had kept him from turning tail and running the night before, and
now guided him into wanting more.

"Baby," Saul said, "I wouldn't have it any
other way. How about we see each other for lunch, and maybe later on, I can
pick you up from work? We can spend a nice, lazy evening together."

That sounded like Gavin's idea of heaven. He must have said
that out loud, because Saul grinned. "Believe me, baby, I feel the same.
Now, up you go. Let's get cleaned up and I'll drive you home. Want to share a
shower with me?"

Gavin just nodded eagerly. As it turned out, showering with
his lover wasn't the most time-efficient method to get clean. This became
obvious from the moment they stepped into the bathroom. Both of them were still
naked, and while Gavin still felt a little apprehensive with regard to his less
than perfect body, Saul seemed to be completely comfortable walking around in
the buff. Not only that, but judging by the erection jutting from between his
legs, the man didn't share Gavin's opinion of his own body. Finding confidence
in it, and in the memory of what they'd shared the night before, Gavin followed
Saul into the large shower.

Saul started the water, and steam rose around them, filling
the cubicle. Gavin was already a little light-headed, but not because of the
heat. The only thing he could focus on was that thick, long prick. He had no
idea how it had fit in his ass, but he simply needed to feel it, to taste it
again, to truly lavish the magnificent member with the attention it deserved.

Dropping to his knees, Gavin gripped the base of Saul's prick
with a hesitant hand. Saul's groan encouraged him, and he tentatively licked
over the head of the shaft, gathering Saul's pre-cum on his tongue. His lover's
flavor went directly to his head, and he dove in with more enthusiasm, a little
too much enthusiasm, in fact. He tried to take the whole of Saul's dick in his
mouth, and to his embarrassment he failed, gagging.

Saul pulled back ever so slightly, his hands landing in Gavin's
hair, steadying him. "Don't rush it," he instructed Gavin. "Just
take everything at your own pace."

Oddly, it wasn't necessarily Saul's words that encouraged
Gavin, but the tone in which they were said. Husky and raw, it held the
absolute proof of Saul's enjoyment and desire. Gavin might be a little clumsy
at this, but he was giving Saul pleasure just the same. He just needed to stop
trying so hard.

Following this new plan, Gavin took what he could of Saul's
dick and massaged the rest with his hands. He explored and got acquainted with
Saul's prick in every way he hadn't managed before. He licked, sucked and
tasted, reveling in the feel of Saul's cock on his tongue. He even dared to
tease Saul's testes. The rising volume of Saul's grunts made him feel powerful,
desirable and so very alive, more alive than ever before.

When Saul pulled his dick from Gavin's mouth, Gavin actually
protested—for the ten seconds it took to realize what Saul had in mind. After
that, he got up and leaned against the wall of the shower, pushing his ass out
and offering himself to his lover. Saul used some shower gel as lubricant and
thrust two fingers inside Gavin, scissoring them as he prepared Gavin for what
they both craved.
 
Gavin pushed back
against the invading fingers, moaning, whimpering, needing Saul more than ever
before. He might have still been a little sore after the night they'd shared,
but right then and there, Gavin couldn't care less. All he knew was that he
wanted Saul again.

And that lust kept increasing with every single second that
passed as Saul added sensation onto sensation, mastering Gavin's body like a
virtuoso would a musical instrument. Saul crooked his fingers inside Gavin,
unerringly finding his prostate. All the while, his free hand wiggled its way to
Gavin's front, zeroing on Gavin's hard cock.

Gavin cried out as Saul's hard fist engulfed his tormented
dick. He didn't even know how to move anymore, torn between the burn in his ass
and the throbbing of his cock.

In the end, Saul made the choice for him. He released Gavin's
dick and pulled his fingers from his ass. Losing both of his lover's touches at
the same time left him reeling, trying to push back against Saul. But a few
moments later, something blunt and thick nudged at his opening, and all doubts
and fears faded away. In one smooth thrust, Saul slid home, his dick filling
Gavin's channel to the brim.

Just like the night before, Saul stilled inside him, waiting
for Gavin to relax. But Gavin didn't need relaxation, and he pointed this out
by clenching his ass muscles around Saul's dick. It wasn't even a conscious
decision from his part, but more like an instinct. It worked like a charm. With
a growl, Saul pulled out of him and thrust back into Gavin's channel, so hard
Gavin's teeth rattled.

They fell into a dance as old as time, a sexual, hypnotic,
carnal and nearly desperate union of bodies. Saul fucked Gavin hard and fast,
claiming him, branding him from the inside out. In turn, Gavin supported
himself against the cold tiles as he moved against Saul, meeting him thrust for
thrust. The heat of Saul's body mingled with the water rushing over them,
making Gavin feel he was in an entirely different world, one where only he and
Saul existed.

As Saul pounded in and out of him, every single thrust hit Gavin's
prostate. Gavin rose higher and higher on the peaks of rapture, so close to
climax even if he'd just come not ten minutes ago. Or was it a year? God, he
couldn't tell, simply couldn't measure time anymore. Just the concept had
become too hard for him to process. He couldn't focus on anything else except
fucking himself on Saul's dick.

Just when Gavin thought he couldn't take it anymore, Saul bit
down on his neck again, and Gavin came so hard his knees gave out. He'd have
slid to the floor and maybe banged his head against the shower, but Saul's
strong hands supported him. In a repeat of last night, he didn't immediately
slide out of Gavin. The thick head of Saul's prick kept massaging Gavin's
prostate, drawing small whimpers out of him. And even when his lover's dick at
last left his body, Gavin remained hyper-aware of Saul's presence, his strength
and his heat. It drew out his orgasm for longer than Gavin would have even
thought possible.

When they finally left the shower, Gavin caught a glimpse of
himself in the mirror and took in the myriad of hickeys Saul had left behind.
It almost seemed like Saul had wanted to brand Gavin as his, just like he'd
said in the diner. Quite honestly, Gavin couldn't bring himself to mind. He
realized now that he wanted to belong to Saul.

He did feel a measure of discomfort as he walked, but all
things considered, his ass didn't hurt as much as he'd expected. It was more
like… He still felt the ghost of Saul's dick inside him, and that kept him in a
state of perpetual arousal.

Back in the bedroom, Saul shot him a knowing look, like he
knew exactly was thinking. He slapped Gavin's ass and stole a kiss that tasted
like their combined desire. "Come on, baby. Hurry up and get dressed,
because if you don't, I might just kidnap you and hold you captive for the rest
of time."

Gavin snickered, but complied. He pulled on yesterday's
clothes, fortunately finding them without too many rips. When he finished
dressing, he turned toward Saul, who was already ready, dashing and too handsome
for words in a suit that must have been worth Gavin's monthly salary.

"Let me guess," Saul said, "you have a thing
for a guy in a suit."

"Especially when that guy is you," Gavin admitted.
And damn, when had he become so shameless and honest about his feelings? It had
taken him weeks to even agree to a kiss with Richard. Maybe there was something
to that love at first sight thing.

In the end, Saul was the one who ushered Gavin out of the
condo and into the elevator. As they descended to the underground parking lot,
Saul said, "Hand me your cell phone. I'll punch in my phone number."

The obvious fact that Saul wanted to keep in contact with him
reassured Gavin. He passed Saul the device, who quickly added his contact
details. He dialed the phone, and the sound of a ringtone echoed in the
elevator. "All right," Saul said. "Now I have your number, and
you have mine."

Their fingers brushed as Saul returned the phone to Gavin,
and the next thing Gavin knew, they were making out again, grinding against
each other as Saul pressed him to the elevator wall.

They might have actually had sex again if the elevator doors
hadn't opened, revealing another inhabitant of the building. The man stared at
them, arched a brow and just stepped into the elevator without making any
comment.

Gavin wasn't ashamed of his sexuality and his incipient
relationship with Saul, but he respected the presence of the stranger and
didn't reach for his lover again. However, Saul wrapped an arm around his waist
and just held him, comfortably, naturally, like he didn't care at all if his
neighbors didn't like his sexual orientation.

In that moment, Gavin realized that last night's attack on
the bigot had been caused by Saul aiming to defend him. How was it that Gavin
had found the perfect guy when he hadn't even been trying? It seemed too good
to be true.

As they stepped out of the elevator, Saul threaded his
fingers with Gavin's. Hand in hand, they walked to the car. "Did you see
the look on his face?" Saul asked with a grin. "It was
hilarious."

"You're terrible," Gavin replied, but he couldn't
help a chuckle of his own. Had he ever shared this type of light-hearted
conversation with other boyfriends?

"Maybe, but you love me anyway," Saul answered.

The four-letter word took Gavin aback, and he didn't reply.
Saul must have noticed, because when they stopped next to the car, he gripped
Gavin's chin and forced their eyes to meet. "Hey, it's all right. I'm
sorry. I shouldn't have made that joke. It's too soon to talk about love, and
the last thing I want is to pressure you into commitment. We'll just take it
slow, all right?"

Gavin nodded, even if in his heart, he knew he was already
halfway in love with Saul. "That sounds great. I can't wait."

Saul brushed a light kiss over Gavin's lips, then unlocked the
car. Gavin slid inside, already wishing he could just stay with Saul and
explore the potential of their new decision. But real life didn't allow that,
so Gavin just waited as Saul took position in his driver's seat.