Nate

Chapter 1-2

A sly grin only enhanced Donner’s handsomeness and turned up the heat another notch in Nate’s suddenly ravenous s****l hunger. Donner lowered his hands, cupped Nate’s rear, and give it a squeeze.

Nate’s breath caught as his supremely interested shaft began to chafe at the confinement in his jeans.

“Don’t know about you, but I’m thinking that we should take this dancing business to a more private place.”

With his c**k aching and his mouth dry, Nate surrendered the battle to walk away. Just this one time won’t hurt anything. Shifters didn’t carry disease, so there were no lasting consequences to s*x with another of their kind. Another notch on the ‘go for it’ scale. Besides, he didn’t have anything pressing. His time was his own and no one waited in the wings for him to rush back home. Still…

“What did you have in mind exactly?” Nate shocked himself when his thoughts verbalized out in the open.

A wicked grin crossed Donner’s lips. A spark followed in his eyes. “Do you want me to spell it out right here? Personally, I’d rather show you and that calls for a little privacy.”

Nate arched an eyebrow at the near arrogance in Donner’s presumptiveness. Another scent wafted to him—lust. Pure, undeniable lust. Coming from both of them. No wonder he’s so self-confident. Though, Nate would wager Donner possessed plenty of ego without the aid of his olfactory sense. “I’m not an easy hook-up.”

“Didn’t think you were.” Donner paused for a second before leaning in to whisper in Nate’s ear. “I think you’re as hot to trot as I am. Not to mention an ass made for tapping.” He stood up straight once more. “Tell you what. I’ll buy you breakfast in the morning.”

Nate appraised him for a long moment before quirking his eyebrow once more. “Sounds like you do this a lot.”

“Nope. First time for everything.”

That admission stunned Nate. Judging by the man’s forwardness, he’d have bet Donner picked up dates on a regular basis. Another observation took precedence. “You’re pretty damn sure of yourself.” That much was the truth.

Donner shrugged. “No sense beating around the bush. Wastes time. Either you’re up for a romp or you’re not.”

Since he put it that way…

Nate didn’t have to think long, not when his level of desire demanded he do something and quick before they ended up with a fast interlude in the bathroom. That particular scenario left a sour taste in his mouth. However, the idea of rocking a bed all night with the handsome shifter perked up his mood along with everything else—including his randiness.

He’d never been a guy for one-night stands. Something about Donner ratcheted up the excitement and spurred him onward. For the first time in a while, he anticipated a spontaneous night of carnal whims. “Deal.”

The grin that appeared on Donner’s face could only be called spicy hot.

Nate had a sudden craving for just that very thing. “Lead the way.”

“Thought you’d never ask.” Donner’s long legs ate up the distance to the exit.

Nate didn’t hesitate to follow in his footsteps. Without an idea of their destination, he was rolling the dice. His gut told him no matter the outcome, he’d end up a winner.

“My house isn’t far away. You want to follow me? Or ride with me?” Donner asked.

Choosing the cautious option, Nate gestured toward his truck. “I’ll follow. I’d prefer not to leave my vehicle out here for someone to break into.”

“Then come along.” Donner headed to a pretty red sports car to the right.

Nate unlocked the driver’s side door of his vehicle, climbed in, and buckled up, before starting the engine. By the time he’d backed out of the parking space, Donner was slowly pulling out of the parking lot and onto the street.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

He smells good, his inner moose pointed out.

Yes, he does.

Nate followed along, calling himself half-crazy as the excitement of the impending interlude continued to build.

A few blocks later, Donner hooked a right, then a left into the driveway of a small, but tidy white house. Ordinary in appearance, it still stood out for its cleanliness and superb upkeep.

Nate parked next to the car, climbed out, and locked the door behind him. He pocketed his keys, noting his horniness hadn’t subsided in the least during the short drive.

Donner stepped up on the front porch, pulled keys out of his pocket, shoved them in the lock, and opened the door. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

Nate inclined his head, stepped inside, and glimpsed a modest living room, complete with some weathered furniture before Donner turned on the lights, causing him to blink several times. “Nice. I take it this is home?” Nothing elaborate stood out except the cleanliness of it all. Shiny, light-colored hardwood floors lightly squeaked with each step. The beige-colored walls complemented the floor while stretching down a short hallway, presumably to the bedrooms. In the other direction, a short wall separated the kitchen from the living room, while the same hardwood floors continued throughout. The space reminded him of an older home, though in great repair.

Donner shut and locked the door behind them before tossing his keys on the counter. “Yes. For now.” He reached out and trailed his finger along Nate’s jaw. “Do you really want to talk right now?”

A tiny spark of electricity jolted Nate while adding another timber to his already blazing need. He managed a wolfish grin. “I think I’ll pass on idle chit-chat.” He looked down, his focus locked on Donner’s crotch. “There’s so many more interesting tidbits I’d like to explore.”

Donner groaned, the low sound of need made Nate’s internal beast bellow in return. The sound of a male moose in full rut echoed through Nate’s head. Odd, since the animal’s natural mating season lasted from September to October. For it to suddenly reappear two months late boggled his mind.

He didn’t have long to ponder as Donner took Nate’s hand and pressed it over the lump in his jeans. “I want you.”

Nate grinned. “I can tell. Good thing you’re such a stud. I don’t roll over for just anyone.” He sealed the statement by brushing his lips over Donner’s. The teasing action was met with another groan, this time from his own throat. He parted his lips. Donner took immediate advantage, shoving his tongue inside.

The taste of pumpkin pie spurred Nate to sample more as his cravings skyrocketed. What started out slow and methodical, took on speed as Donner began tugging at Nate’s clothes. Nate, impatient, assisted with his shirt before stripping Donner, thrilled when the other man stood naked and highly aroused before him.

Just as he’d predicted in the club, Donner was ripped. Wide shoulders led to a narrow waist while an abundance of muscles filled in the large frame with definition and power. Strong thighs, radiating conditioning and power, trailed down to sculpted calf muscles, and finally big feet. If the guy possessed an ounce of fat, Nate didn’t see the evidence, not with Donner’s six pack just begging for exploration.

Donner bent over to remove his socks and toss them into a growing pile of discarded clothes.

With every move, his muscles snapped and flexed. That sight alone would have stirred Nate to excitement. Add in Donner’s jutting erection with the mushroom head, and he could only lick his lips in sheer desire. An athletic hunk stood before him and Nate knew exactly what to do with such a prize.

A tidal wave of passion ensued as stark hunger took control. Nate tugged his remaining clothes off in record time, his last piece not yet hitting the floor before Donner’s hands began roaming his body. Nate responded in kind, learning the hills and valleys that made up such a prime specimen of a man.

Each touch mirrored the shared, heated kiss, both teasing and promising of greater sensual revelations to come. In a hurry, things became frantic, leaving Nate completely turned on, desperate, and only able to mutter single word sentences when the need for air forced them to break their lip lock.

“Bed.”

Donner acknowledged with a grunt and walked several backward steps, bringing Nate along with him.

Too long denied, pent up passions overtook Nate’s control. As if Donner threw a magical spell over the room, Nate found himself panting in anticipation, hastily going through foreplay with little focus and great amounts of spontaneity. He couldn’t get enough of Donner in any shape or form.

So, when Donner pulled out lube from a drawer, Nate eagerly grabbed the tube, squirted some on his hand, and slickened up Donner’s c**k. He spread the lube all around, enjoying the size and solid firmness of the d**k presently in his hand. Done with that task, he discarded the tube on the comforter, anticipating they’d need it again for future endeavors.

Donner sucked in air and closed his eyes. “Do that much longer and we’ll both be disappointed.”

Despite the intensity of the moment, Nate found himself grinning. “Thought you’d have more stamina than that.” He arched his eyebrow in direct challenge.

Donner opened his eyelids enough to send Nate a look rife with assurance. “First man that taps out buys the other breakfast.”

Nate pressed kisses down Donner’s throat before lifting his head once again. “You already promised to buy me breakfast.”

“Right. Ummm. Reward. Ummm.”

Chuckling, Nate released Donner’s shaft and entered the small bathroom to the right in order to wipe his hand free of the remaining gel. He re-emerged with towel in hand and shot a wicked grin in Donner’s direction. “Cat got your tongue?”

Donner snorted. “You’re too big for your britches. Good thing I happen to like that in a lover.” He waved toward the bed. “After you.”

Not needing to be asked twice, Nate dropped the towel on the bedside stand, climbed onto the mattress, and made his way to the center of the king-sized bed. The light slap on his rear hustled him along while stoking the blaze a bit higher. He stretched out on his back and peered over at Donner. “Ready to mount up?”

A slow smile appeared on Donner’s face. He retained possession of the lube while settling between Nate’s legs. “First things first.” Leaning down, he engulfed the head of Nate’s c**k deep in his mouth.

Nate gasped at the welcome heat followed by Donner’s swirling tongue. He bobbed his head and added suction. Nate squirmed in excitement as the slightly rough treatment continued until he couldn’t think past the orgasm threatening just beyond his grasp.

Donner sat up, added a few drops of gel to his fingers, and dipped them down to trace Nate’s opening while rubbing his cheek over Nate’s stomach like a cat spreading his scent on the corner of a favorite couch.

The action didn’t snare Nate’s attention, not nearly as much as when Donner slipped one finger inside while nuzzling his balls at the same time. Pushed to the brink, Nate managed to form a coherent thought and grit out, “Get on it with already.”

“As you wish.” Donner grinned as he set the tube aside, placed his hands on Nate’s ankles, and pushed.

Nate bent his knees as his gut clenched in anticipation of having the big man take him in such an intimate, close way. He’d have bet earlier Donner would have bent him over the bed and commenced f*****g. As turned on as Donner seemed to be, he chose affection over aloofness. An intriguing fact Nate pledged to consider later. Much later. After they were both so sated and exhausted, neither could do more than exchange oxygen and carbon dioxide in the air.

Donner settled into position, lined up their bodies, and braced his arms on either side of Nate’s shoulders. After a long moment of staring at one another, Donner dropped his attention to the place where he slowly joined them.

Nate followed suit, both feeling and seeing the delicious invasion. The slight sting announcing Donner’s penetration, but quickly faded as he advanced. Slowly, perhaps too slow, Donner connected them, not stopping until he was fully seated. Nate glorified in the taking. Unable to resist, he ran his hands over Donner’s back and flanks. Donner quivered in reaction bringing another smile to Nate’s face. The idea that he affected Donner as much as Donner affected him brought a sense of newness, relief, and happiness. A nice change from dejection and hopelessness in the realm of relationships.

“Ready for that ride?” Donner asked softly as he nibbled on Nate’s earlobe.

Butterflies took flight in Nate’s stomach at the sweet caress. “Oh, yeah. Bring it on.”

Donner chuckled as he began to move.

Slow, steady strokes set off small cherry bombs inside Nate. The tenderness stole his breath as did the wondrous display of control and experience from his lover. As he lazily surged forward and back, Donner altered the angle, bumping Nate’s hot spot on each trip.

The unmistakable scent of arousal filled the air as did something else. A combination of pumpkin pie and s*x. Desire was a given. And, judging by Donner’s breathing and increasingly powerful movements, he’d been engulfed in the moment and atmosphere the same as Nate.

The passion built, bolstered by Donner’s attention to detail.

Nate bracketed his knees along Donner’s flanks, opening himself up to deeper thrusts. Each one pummeled him a tad bit closer to the edge. Still, he held back, needing to experience their first time, together, for the moment was sure to be filled with brilliant fireworks—something he didn’t dare miss.

Donner licked Nate’s ear before gently sucking the lobe.

Shivering with excitement, Nate realized no one had ever found that erogenous zone on his body before, and proved to be a blazing one that linked directly into his already fiery libido.

A low moan emerged from his throat only to be echoed by Donner. Grunts followed as Donner leisurely picked up the pace while alternating between short jabs and long, sure strokes.

The overwhelming urge to hold on spurred Nate to clutch Donner’s sides, levering himself against the tremendous tide building with each movement. Almost frantic, he rolled his hips slightly, enough to allow for deeper penetration while peppering kisses along Donner’s shoulder.

Donner took that moment to lift his head and stare into Nate’s eyes.

Something clicked inside Nate. Unable to process more than living in the heated moment, he arched into Donner, needing more. Something harder. Faster. Just more.

Seeking Donner’s kiss, Nate melded them together, trusting his tongue inside Donner’s parted lips on a high-pitched whimper of sheer want. He threw everything he had and felt into the brief lip lock, not only to communicate his desires but to push Donner closer to his peak as well. No way did he want to rocket to the crest alone.

A rolling motion from Donner set off new fires deep within Nate.

He strained to maintain the simmer, refusing to give in to the nearly overpowering urge to let go. Tension claimed his body, his muscles tightening rapidly as the threat of going over the edge loomed.

“Come for me,” Donner whispered.

“You first,” Nate answered on a gritted groan as Donner picked up both the pace and intensity.

A harsh chuckle replied along with a change in Donner’s thrusts. Deep and dominant, he exchanged finesse for sheer power. Once. Twice. Three times he pummeled. Nate met him with mirrored intensity.

“I’m so close. Come with me,” Donner grated out as his breathing became hard and hitched as he hit bottom over and over again.

Those words along with a sharp nip to his n****e launched Nate straight into climax. Tension tightened to an unbearable state before releasing into a whirlwind of strong ripples, punctuated with highlights of rapture. He bowed his back, accepting all Donner had to offer, savoring every single second.

For sure the moment didn’t disappoint. Come to think of it, neither did Donner.

Ripples continued, at increasingly distant intervals. The remnants of a magical moment, one which placed Nate in a relaxed, contented afterglow. He closed his eyes and simply enjoyed. His breathing, previously ragged, gradually returned to normal.

A few minutes passed before Nate caught his breath and came back to the land of the living. He opened his eyes to find Donner staring down at him with a Cheshire grin plastered on his face.

Amused and enthralled, Nate smiled, reached down, and pinched Donner’s rear. “Round one seems to be a draw. Perhaps we should move on to the next.”

“Insatiable. How did I know that would be the case with you?” Donner chuckled.

Nate pulled him down close. “Bet’s on. Whomever taps out first loses.”

“You’re on.” Donner sealed the deal with another resounding kiss glorious enough to make Nate’s toes curl.