10. Derek

10

Derek

I dragged Wink into that room like it was the only goal I’d ever had in life. I could sense how monumentally important this was, life-changing even. This wasn’t just some random guy I’d been dating—this was my mate —and even though I might not have understood the term at first, I knew with absolute certainty that he would be my very last first. Wink thought there was a chance I would regret being with him, but I already knew that was impossible. Wink was mine , and no amount of waiting was going to change that.

While simultaneously trying to walk and kiss, our legs got tangled, and I fell backward onto the bed, tugging Wink down on top of me. We were both laughing, but I saw how he made sure to catch himself, not to put his full weight on me. He treated me like I was precious, breakable. He made me feel treasured.

We fumbled to get our clothing off, and I was incredibly grateful for those elastic-waist pants I’d lent him because it allowed me to yank them off in one go. Shirts went one way, pants another, until we were both naked, our bodies pressed skin to skin. I felt impossibly warm, feverish almost, as I wiggled toward the middle of the bed.

Wink crawled between my legs then sat back on his heels and gazed down at me, taking the time to admire every inch of me. His eyes were so intense that I started to feel self-conscious, and I reached to cover myself, but he caught my wrists, holding them out to the sides.

“Please don’t hide yourself from me. You’ve been naked in front of me before, every time I helped get you back to bed, but I never let myself look.” His eyes flared with heat, and if there’d been any doubt that he liked what he saw, the way his erection stood at attention would have been enough to convince me.

Sliding his hands up over my thighs, with firm pressure he guided me to spread them wider, his breath stuttering. “So beautiful,” he whispered. He paused with his fingers splayed, teasing his thumbs along the seam of my ass but never exactly where I wanted him. It was excruciating to let him explore like this, while not being allowed to touch him in return, but he remained out of reach.

He groaned out a sound of intense satisfaction as he skirted up and around my cock, causing me to leak precum onto my stomach.

“Are you purring?” I teased breathlessly. “And here I thought I was the one hiding an animal inside them.”

His chuckle was warm and rich and did naughty things to me. “Well, I am feeling particularly animalistic, and I do want to eat you…” His touch was almost too light as he brushed along my ribs, and I didn’t know whether I wanted to moan or laugh.

I settled on whining. “Please, Wink… I need you to touch me.”

“I am touching you,” he said with a smirk, but he finally slid his palm over my length before wrapping his fist around it, and we groaned in tandem .

It was so distracting, the way he dragged his thumb over the slit, smearing the precum over the shaft, then worked his fingers deftly around the crown, that I didn’t notice his other hand right away, inching toward my entrance. I sure noticed when he slipped one finger inside me, though! I gasped as he added a second, beginning to stretch me, then he crooked them to massage over my prostate, sending a thrill straight up my spine.

Gods, he was skilled with his hands. I was no blushing virgin, but this was head and shoulders above anything I’d ever experienced before.

“Oh, fuck,” I cursed, my hands tangled in the sheet, unsure where to focus. It all felt so damn good. I felt the telltale tingling low in my gut, my toes curling. “If we don’t move this along, I might leave you behind,” I groaned, reaching for him.

Wink chuckled but got the message, as he slowly removed his fingers from my channel. It left me feeling empty, and I whimpered at the loss. “Don’t worry, mate, I’ll take care of you.” He moved over me, propping himself up with one arm while using the other to guide his erection to my entrance. I felt his blunt head nudging at my hole, and for a moment, I was scared he wouldn’t fit.

But when he looked up at me, our gazes locked, and I knew… of course he would fit just right. He was made for me.

He didn’t look away as he eased in. He was gentle, moving slowly, and I clung to him, my fingers digging into his back as he stretched and filled me. “Wink,” I gasped as he finally seated himself inside, his hips pressed to my cheeks.

He paused there, his jaw clenched, a crease between his brows. “Is that okay?” he asked tightly, and there was a sheen of sweat from the effort of holding back. “Am I hurting you? ”

“No, now for the love of gods, keep moving!” I pleaded. I thought I would lose my mind!

He withdrew slowly, leaving just the tip inside, then surged forward. Again, another slow thrust. The sensations felt incredible, but it kept me on the edge, never quite enough. Wink kissed me just as slowly, his tongue making slow, languid passes through my mouth. Even though it was our first time, and no promises had been made, there was no question that he was making love to me. He felt the same big emotions for me as I felt for him, I was sure of it.

As the heat and pressure increased to a fever pitch, I raked my nails down his back then grabbed his taut ass. I tried to push and pull, urging him to move faster with a level of desperation, but he had more restraint than I did. I would no doubt be embarrassed later at the sounds he was drawing out of me, whimpers and mewls and strings of nonsensical curses.

“Too gentle,” I growled, the sound more animal than human. With strength and agility I didn’t know I had, I flipped us over until I was on top, straddling his lap.

Wink’s eyes sparkled with mischief, surprised and maybe a little impressed by the move, but he was also definitely happy with the outcome. “Show me what you’ve got, my little trash panda,” he teased, grinning wide.

I loved a challenge. Bracing myself with my hands on his chest, I rode him hard. His hands moved to my thighs, squeezing, as he drove up to meet me on every roll of my hips. Slick leaked from my hole, filling the room with the wet slap of flesh.

Sweat dripped down my back and chest as heat and pressure increased. Wink, too, was working up a sweat, his muscles flexing as he helped lift me .

I could tell he was close, the way his rhythm stuttered, a look of concentration on his face. He was holding himself back for me. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my cock, and together, we stroked in time with our thrusts. I cried out, my thighs burning, but I was so… damn… close… I could almost taste it!

Wink did something with his hand, a twist like a corkscrew, and it didn’t just push me over the edge—it threw me.

“Fuck!” I shouted, ribbons of cum arcing across Wink’s chest and stomach.

He cried out in relief as he buried himself deep inside me, and I could feel him pulsing as he spilled his seed, hot and throbbing. If I thought I’d been full before, it was nothing compared to when his knot expanded. As it forced its way inside me, the added pressure to my prostate had my balls drawing tight, milking every drop of semen from me.

I collapsed across him, mindless of my cum now smeared between us. Our bodies were locked together, so it wasn’t like I was going anywhere. The second part of our date could be in the shower after.

As I lay draped over my mate, listening intently to his heartbeat beneath my ear, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, I felt the urge to say those words, I love you . I’d never said them to anyone besides my parents before, had never felt anything close to it for anyone I’d dated, however briefly. The human part of me said it was too soon to feel these huge emotions for someone I had essentially just met, but there was another part of me, a non-human part of me I was learning to acknowledge, that was all-in.

I nuzzled into his neck and breathed him in, and I swore I smelled snow.