Chapter Thirty-Four

No More Lessons

Larkin

This already felt different.

A million times better. All the uncertainty was gone. There was no strange arrangement. No lesson. Just me and him.

I couldn't stop making embarrassing little moany sounds as we made out furiously in Seb's bed, both of us naked, with me straddling his waist and his big hands on my ass. The moment we'd got here from work, Seb had dragged me upstairs.

He seemed different. More open, maybe even a little more vulnerable as he moaned hoarsely into my mouth and swept his hands over every inch of me he could reach—up my back, along the base of my wings, then back down to smooth a hand over my tail and into the cleft of my ass to brush his fingers over my hole. I whimpered, my hips jerking from the touch.

I couldn't believe that this whole time, he'd really wanted me. This amazing, beautiful werewolf had sat there at work for a year and a half silently wanting me , while I'd been a total naive idiot thinking I wanted something completely different. Something that wouldn't have let me experience this —feeling so close and connected to someone, wanting them so much it ached, being so at ease and unselfconscious about myself and my body.

Seb had made me feel this way. Seb with his quiet understanding and patience and calm, soothing presence. He'd never made me feel stupid or pathetic because of my inexperience. He'd never made me feel insecure about my tail, but still made sure to acknowledge that certain things might make me uncomfortable. Except, with him, they didn't make me uncomfortable. I'd never been more comfortable with another person.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and sat up, still kissing me deeply, before turning us so I was on my back. I twined my legs around his hips, pulling him closer so our dicks rubbed together, clutching at his hair as I moaned desperately and plunged my tongue into his mouth. A groan rumbled up his throat as he rocked his hips, sliding our lengths together.

I slid my hands down his neck, over his wide shoulders, then lower to palm his hair-dusted pecs. His nipples hardened when I circled them with my thumbs, before I trailed my fingertips over the bumps of his abs. I couldn't stop touching him. When I wrapped my hand around his cock, we both moaned. It was so hard and hot, and I still couldn't believe that I got to touch him like this.

It felt more real now. He wasn't just letting me because he'd agreed to teach me about sex—it'd never just been that for him. He wanted me.

Emotion clogged my throat as I broke the kiss, panting against his lips. "Seb," I croaked.

"Yes?" He lowered his mouth to my neck, pressing a slow kiss there. I shuddered, gripping his cock tighter as it throbbed in my fist.

"I just… I want you so much." My mouth trembled. "I'm not good at saying what I mean. It's like… I can't get close enough to you."

Seb lifted his head to smile down at me, cupping my cheek and stroking his thumb over the corner of my lips. "I know what you mean. And you are good at it."

I gave him a wobbly smile. "No, you just get me."

His eyes softened and he leaned down to give me a sweet kiss. "I like to think I do."

"You do," I breathed, closing my eyes when he started kissing down my chest, pausing to swirl his tongue softly around a nipple.

I had to let go of his dick, so I threaded my fingers back through his hair, my breath catching as he kissed his way lower before fisting my cock and pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the head.

"Mmm." My knees fell open wide, then jerked when he smoothed his tongue over my banjo string, flicking it lightly before sinking his mouth down over my length. I gasped, hips straining up. "Seb."

He moaned around me, sucking his way back up before sliding his tongue down the underside to nuzzle my sac. I shivered, drawing my knees higher to tilt my hips up, wanting to feel his mouth on my hole again.

His strong hands smoothed down my thighs before clasping behind my knees. He pushed them up toward my chest and dipped his head lower, then lapped softly at my hole, making my lungs empty in a rush.

"Fuck." I'd never felt so exposed, but it wasn't making me self-conscious. I let go of his hair to grab the backs of my knees, keeping my legs up while he tongued my hole and groaned against me.

My eyes rolled back. He was moving so slowly, making me feel every tiny tingle of pleasure. Then he pressed his lips to me and stroked my hole with his tongue, almost like he was kissing me there. Heat crawled up my neck to my cheeks. It felt so intimate, but in the best way.

I moaned in protest when he pulled back after giving me a final kiss. He huffed in amusement as he gently lowered my legs and shifted higher to straddle my waist. My breath caught as he leaned over to the nightstand, then sat back holding the tube of lube.

Was he going to reach back to finger me? I wondered why he'd got into a position that would make it more difficult, but then he clasped my wrist, squirted lube onto my fingers, and drew my hand down between his legs.

My breath hitched again as I smoothed my slick fingers over his hole at his insistence. He didn't say a word, just leaned down to kiss me and groaned into my mouth when I timidly crooked a finger to sink the tip inside him.

Fuck. It was so hot and smooth, the ring of muscle tight around my finger as I slid it inside. I wanted to find his prostate, but I couldn't really get deep enough from this angle. After a few slow, hesitant pumps of my finger, Seb broke the kiss to pant against my mouth.

"Two fingers," he rasped, then kissed me again as I slid my finger free and tentatively pressed two to his rim.

After a few seconds, they broke through and sank deep. Seb shuddered with a low groan, rocking his hips to slide them in and out. My heart pounding, I crushed my mouth harder to his, feverishly thrusting my tongue just like my fingers pumping into his ass.

A minute or two later, when he murmured against my lips, "Now three," my pulse leaped. Wait… was he making me get him ready so I could…

Oh my god. My cock leaped off my belly, already leaking. Breathing hard, I carefully pushed three fingers inside him. It was a struggle at first, and Seb's back muscles rippled as he groaned through clenched teeth, panting against my cheek.

"Are you okay?" I whispered unsteadily. He nodded, crushing his mouth roughly back to mine and thrusting his tongue deep.

Was he going to let me fuck him? My heart was thudding hard in my chest, some of the old nerves returning. What if I was really bad at it? What if I came the moment I got inside him? That was a very, very real possibility. Almost a guarantee, if I was being honest.

Soon, Seb was sitting up and shifting back, dislodging my fingers as he grabbed the lube with trembling hands and squirted some into his palm. I gasped as he reached down and fisted my cock, getting it slippery.

"Do you want to fuck me, Lark?" he asked, voice unsteady as he reached back between his legs to smooth more lube over his hole.

"Yes," I croaked immediately, restlessly clutching his hips, then blurted, "I'm sorry if I come too soon."

He chuckled, grabbing the base of my cock and tilting it up as he got into position. Oh my god. Oh my god.

"That doesn't matter." He paused and looked down at me, thick thighs tense as he held still. "Are you sure, sweetheart?" he asked softly. "We can wait."

I pressed my trembling lips together to hold back a whimper. I wanted to hear him call me that again.

"I'm sure." I smiled up at him, smoothing my hands down his thighs. "Can we… can we stay like this?"

He grinned, lowering himself until the tip of my cock nudged his hole. I gasped, shuddering and digging my fingers into his thighs.

"Of course we can," he rumbled. I felt his hole relax against me, and then the tip of my cock slipped inside. "I want to watch you while I ride your dick."

"Oh my god," I breathed, shuddering non-stop as smooth heat clenched tight around my cockhead. "Oh my god. Seb…"

"How does it feel?" He let go of my cock, inching it inside him with tiny thrusts as he leaned forward and smoothed a palm up my chest. I was already trembling, trying to catch my breath as I clutched his thighs.

"T-tight. It's—fuck, it's so hot." I looked up at him, catching the tension in his features as he worked me inside him. "Is… is it okay?" I asked anxiously. My dick wasn't particularly big or anything, but I hated the thought of him being in pain. "Does it hurt? We can—"

"It doesn't hurt." He shook his head and smiled down at me. "Just a tight fit. It's been a while."

My breath shuddered out of me as I looked down to see my cock tunnelling inside him. It pulsed, already painfully hard. Seb's big dick was still stiff, hovering over my stomach, so hopefully he wasn't in too much discomfort.

"What does it feel like for you?" I asked breathlessly, relaxing my grip on his thighs to smooth my hands up and grasp his hips.

His weight finally settled on me, my cock buried to the hilt inside him. I bit down hard on my lower lip at the feel of smooth heat surrounding my length. I was already on the brink of coming. I was pretty sure if he moved so much as an inch, I would explode.

"Like… pressure, but a good kind of pressure. Fullness." I could tell he was trying to describe it in a way that would help me prepare for when I bottomed. He leaned down and brushed his mouth against mine. "And you're so hard. It already feels good. You feel amazing, Lark."

A breathy moan escaped me as I lifted my head to mould my lips to his. Seb groaned. He clenched around my dick, making me shudder as my mouth went slack against his.

"Oh fuck," I breathed. "I'm… I'm not gonna last long."

"I don't care." He pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. "I want to move, Lark. Are you ready?"

I nodded desperately, clawing at his hips as he lifted up until just the head of my cock was still inside him. Then he sank back down, languid and unhurried. My toes curled, and I clamped my lips together to try and contain my cry as my head tipped back.

" Mmm ."

I could feel him watching me intently as he moaned. When he did it again, the air punched out of me in a rush.

"Oh my god," I panted, shuddering even harder as he pressed a tonguing kiss to my exposed throat.

Seb was breathing faster as he lifted his head and crushed his mouth to mine. His tongue thrust inside, and we kissed messily as he rocked his hips again and again, sliding up and down my dick. Soon his panting breaths turned into hoarse grunts, his big body trembling on top of me.

When my tongue brushed against a growing fang, I moaned in surprise. The smooth skin under my hands suddenly started feeling like suede, and I jolted when something soft and furry flicked over my thighs behind Seb.

He paused, breathing hard against my mouth, then sat up. "Shit. Sorry."

I stared up at his half-shifted form. His eyes gleamed bright gold, muscles even more pronounced and sinewy. His face was harsher and more lupine, and the skin on his hips and legs had been covered with that short brown pelt.

He was trying to catch his breath, his ass clenching convulsively around my dick as he rested his big, clawed hands on his thighs—probably because he was worried about hurting me with them.

"Just… give me a minute. I'll get it back under control—"

"No," I blurted, my dick throbbing inside him. "Stay like this. Please."

"Are you sure?" He gave me that beautiful grin, chest still heaving. "Because I'm struggling to shift back right now."

That made my chest want to puff out with pride. I grinned up at him, trailing my fingers through the short fur on his big thighs. "I'm sure. I like it."

Then I remembered. My eyes snapped down to his straining cock, hovering over my belly, and my dick pulsed wildly inside him as I stared at his knot.

"Fuck, it's so big," I breathed, reaching down to fist it. Seb jerked with a hoarse moan, his ass squeezing tight around my length.

Swallowing thickly, he started to move again, riding my dick slowly as he panted, "Th-that feels good."

His clawed hands settled above my shoulders as he leaned down to kiss me. I squeezed his knot, then started stroking his dick, my hand growing slick with his pre-cum when I reached the head.

"Fuck. Lark." His hot forehead rested against mine as his breath fanned over my cheek.

Drawing my knees up and planting my feet on the mattress, I strained my hips up as he slid back down my cock, trying to time it right.

Seb's head craned back as he cried out, loud and hoarse. A desperate moan escaped me as I did it again, my eyes wanting to roll back as each thrust grew even harder, our skin smacking together.

"F-fuck," he panted against my cheek. "Don't stop, Lark."

That was fine, because I literally couldn't. I fucked up into him, each wild thrust jolting him and sliding his dick through my fist. Seb shuddered, then curved his spine and angled his hips forward. In the next instant, he started to shake as a desperate groan burst from him.

"Right there." His hips ground against me in tiny movements as I thrust up into him. "F-fuck, Lark, right there. Right there…"

I bit my lip around a whimper as I realised I was hitting his prostate. Seb was groaning non-stop, and his hand suddenly shot down to cover mine on his dick and shuttle it over the length at a pace that told me he was close— really close. He was chasing his orgasm now, becoming mindless and losing the last of his control, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

How I'd lasted this long, I had no fucking idea. But now I held back so I'd get to feel him come around my dick. I was shaking uncontrollably, my hips starting to jerk up in unsteady, erratic thrusts, but I focused on Seb to distract myself from the unimaginable pleasure pounding through my body.

"I w-want to feel you come," I panted. "Seb… come on my dick… pl-please—"

A ragged shout tore from him as he seized up, shaking wildly. His ass clamped down on my dick, the muscles tightening and spasming around my base. His cock throbbed in my fist before I felt wet heat spurting over my chest and stomach.

It set me off instantly. I plunged as deep inside him as I could, my shoulders lurching up off the bed as I buried my mouth against his shoulder and squeezed my eyes shut.

" Mmmm ." My scalp went numb as I started to come, tingles rushing over my skin and blood whooshing through my ears. My hips thrust upward with every spurt of cum inside him.

Seb moaned desperately again, hips twitching and his tail swishing restlessly against my thighs. He dragged my hand down to the base of his cock, to his knot, and tightened my fingers around it. Another intense shudder wracked his frame as he groaned, trembling on top of me.

I was gasping for breath as I sagged back into the mattress. The tension eased from him as he let out a shuddering breath, his forehead dropping onto the pillow beside my ear. I let go of his pulsing cock and slid my hands around his sweat-damp back to grip his shoulder blades, clinging to him and trying to catch my breath.

After a few moments, I realised Seb kept twitching with little aftershocks of pleasure, until I finally noticed that his cock was still pumping weak jets of cum onto my stomach. My head popped up.

"Y-you're still coming?" I asked in shock, my voice throaty.

He shuddered, turning his face into my neck as he nodded. "It's… not as intense as when I'm in full werewolf form, but y-yeah. Just… give me a minute."

Oh my god. That was so hot. My hips strained up instinctively, a moan escaping me as my oversensitive cock moved inside him, and Seb shuddered with a whimper. An actual whimper.

I was ready to go again, quite honestly.

But he was shifting his hips forward so my cock slid out of him, then finally relaxing fully as he slumped on top of me and sighed deeply into my neck. I rubbed my nose against his shoulder, breathing in his scent, then pressed a kiss there.

"That was amazing," I croaked, then swallowed thickly. "I'm so glad it was with you, Seb."

He shuddered, lifting his head to gaze down at me. A clawed hand rose to gently cradle my cheek as he dipped down to give me a soft kiss.

"Me too."