Pregnant with His Werewolf's Baby (3 page)

Chapter Four

Saul lived in one of those tall skyscrapers designed to point
out the wealth of the people inhabiting it. It had always seemed very cold and
ostentatious to Gavin, and being here with Saul didn't change his mind.

However, there was one advantage in particular that Gavin
hadn't expected about owning a place in a luxurious skyscraper, one that was
revealed after Saul parked and guided Gavin into the elevator. The moment the
lift doors dinged shut, Saul reached for him and crushed their mouths together.

Gavin wrapped his arms around Saul's neck and kissed the
other man back, because he couldn't
not
do it. Ever since he'd first
seen Saul, he'd desired him more than he'd ever wanted any of his previous
boyfriends. But Saul wasn't like any of them. When he kissed Gavin, he seduced
him into parting his lips, then thrust his tongue into Gavin's mouth, devouring
him. He pinned Gavin against the cool metal of the elevator wall, grinding against
him, his hard dick nudging Gavin's hip, practically demanding attention.

Gavin moaned into Saul's kiss, hating the clothes that kept
them apart, desperate for skin to skin. He stabbed his hands into Saul's hair,
all the while doing his own rubbing and grinding.

And then, over Saul's shoulder, he caught sight of a camera.
He forced himself to break the kiss and pointed at the device. "We
can't," he said breathlessly.

"It's okay," Saul said, already reaching for him
again. "No one will say anything. They know they don't want to mess with
me."

Maybe it was insane of Gavin to trust Saul's word. God only
knew that the last thing he wanted was to have a tape of him having sex
circulating on the Internet. And maybe he should have been alarmed by the
forcefulness Saul displayed, both now, and earlier. But being here with Saul
made him feel both safe and reckless. He threw all caution to the wind and
reached for Saul's zipper. As he undid the other man's fly, he dropped to his
knees, ready to worship the thing of beauty that was Saul's dick.

Because by God, Saul had an amazing cock. Saul hadn't even
been wearing underwear—something that Gavin should have expected given the way
the leather pants fit—so the moment the zipper was lowered, Saul's prick sprung
out, thick and long, the purplish head already leaking copious amounts of
pre-cum. Lust warred with uncertainty inside Gavin. He'd actually attempted to
give Richard blowjobs before, but he always stopped right before he could do
it. What if he sucked—no pun intended—at it?

Gavin hesitated for too long. The elevator doors opened and
he lost his chance. He actually whined as Saul pulled to his feet and tucked
his cock back into his pants. "Saul…" he whispered. "I
want…"

He trailed off, not even knowing what to ask for. However,
Saul didn't seem to be taken aback by this repeat show of indecision. He
grinned and said, "Don't worry, baby. I know exactly what you want."

Was it Gavin's impression or did Saul's eyes glow gold? Were
his teeth just a little sharper than they should have been? Nah, he was
imagining things. His desire and anxiety were getting to his head. Hell, he
didn't even think he could walk out of the elevator, let alone be a rational
person.

As it turned out, Gavin didn't have to walk. Saul picked him
up in his arms, carrying him with ease. As he stepped out of the elevator, he
was already retrieving his keycard, all the while still holding Gavin with no
trouble whatsoever. And Gavin found himself relaxing, because he felt so safe
and cared for, more so than ever before.

Saul opened the door to the condo and carried him inside.
Gavin didn't see much of the residence, because Saul didn't bother to give him
the tour. He just raced directly for the bedroom and placed Gavin down on the
biggest four poster Gavin had ever seen in his life.

Before Gavin even knew what was going on, Saul joined him on
the mattress and pounced on him. When their lips met again, Gavin forgot all
about his misgivings and lost himself in Saul's mastery of him.

Saul's taste drugged him, harsh, sharp and virile. He was a
big man, but he somehow managed to keep his full weight off Gavin. His hands
already slid under Gavin's t-shirt, leaving trails of fire over every inch of
skin they touched. For his part, Gavin tried to mimic Saul as best he could,
tangling his tongue with that of the older man and clutching helplessly at
Saul's garments. Somewhere at the back of his mind, his rational side tsked at
him, reminding him that an experienced guy like Saul would want more than such
clumsy attempts.

Gavin couldn't stop now, and in fact he didn't even want to.
When Saul broke the kiss so that both of them could breathe, Gavin found his
voice and said, "I want to suck your cock."

Saul made a wounded noise, like Gavin's words physically hurt
him. "Shit. Yeah. God… What you do to me."

Saul's incoherence somehow made Gavin feel powerful, but that
faded when his soon-to-be lover pulled away. Gavin tried to protest, but Saul
didn't even give him the chance. He started to rip off his clothing so quickly
Gavin had trouble following his motions. Then again, taking into account the
level of arousal clouding his brain, listing the letters of the alphabet would
have been a problem.

And watching Saul strip really didn't help Gavin's control.
Once Saul discarded his shirt, Gavin couldn't help but reach for him, trailing
his fingers over the lines of his six-pack. Saul growled, something which Gavin
was beginning to get accustomed to. "Baby, you're playing with fire."

The sensual threat translated into a near-palpable caress for
Gavin's over-sensitized body. "Maybe I want to get burned."

He'd never been able to talk dirty, and whenever he tried, it
just made him giggle. That much hadn't change. He snickered and coincidentally,
the sound came out just as his lover was discarding his pants.

Saul crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes,
shooting Gavin an affronted look. "Oh, I take it my dick is funny to you
now."

Gavin would have been worried that he'd accidentally offended
Saul, but he saw the twinkle of playfulness in Saul's eyes. Ironically, the
fact that Saul could laugh and tease even when they were in bed did what Saul's
pure sex appeal hadn't succeeded in.
 
Whatever fears he'd experienced in the elevator disappeared from his
mind and he stuck his tongue out at Saul. "Maybe. You're certainly taking
your time to do anything with it."

Now naked, Saul rejoined Gavin on the bed and crawled toward
him. The play of his muscles reminded Gavin of a predator stalking his prey.
"Good things come to those who wait."

As if to emphasize his point, Saul finally started to remove
Gavin's clothing. Gavin didn't know what either of them had been thinking to
even leave him dressed for so long. Heck, he felt bad that he'd completely
forgotten to take his shoes off. But Saul didn't seem to care. He just
eliminated every single obstacle slowly and steadily. He pulled off Gavin's
sneakers and tossed them on the floor next to the remnants of his own garments.
Gavin's jeans were targeted next, and he wiggled his ass in an attempt to help
out a little. The motion appeared to titillate Saul who squeezed one of his ass
cheeks as he lowered the garment. "What you do to me," he repeated.

There was something fierce in Saul's gaze, something that
Gavin hadn't seen or found anywhere else. Saul's hunger for him seemed to go
beyond the lust Gavin had seen in other men. Gavin had no idea how he could
tell, but a need burned inside Saul, one so intense it humbled Gavin. And maybe
it would have scared him a little, but he understood it, because he felt the
same.

He had one moment of apprehension when Saul finally discarded
Gavin's jeans. His lips twisted in a smirk that was pure sin, and he took hold
of Gavin's briefs and pulled. Just like that, the cotton ripped, freeing
Gavin's dick from its confines. In that lone instant, Gavin's insecurities
returned, prodding at him, comparing his body with Saul's, and of course,
finding himself lacking. How could someone like Saul ever be interested in
someone like him?

He started to tremble, and although Saul couldn't have missed
it, he didn't immediately address it. Instead, he helped Gavin out of his
shirt. Once this last item of clothing joined the rest on the floor, Gavin was
left in nothing but his socks, bare to Saul's gaze and more than ever aware of
his inadequacies. And then, Saul brushed his lips over Gavin's in a ghost of a
kiss. "You take my breath away," he murmured. "I wish you could
see yourself through my eyes. Maybe then, you'd realize how beautiful you
are."

There was no more mirth now, no jokes, just honesty and the
fire of the passion blazing hotter and hotter between them. And yet, even
through all the lust that invaded Gavin, he had a flash of realization. This
wouldn't be just for tonight. Perhaps Saul might consider him another notch in
the bedpost, but for Gavin, it was so much more.

A part of him wanted to bury those feelings deep within his
heart, but instead, he set them free. He couldn't have spoken to save his life,
but body language worked best in such situations anyway. He pulled Saul in for
another kiss, the other man's taste the only thing that could even temper this
fire within him. Saul quickly took over, swirling his tongue into Gavin's
mouth, exploring him, owning him. Their cocks brushed each other ever so
slightly, not enough because of the difference in heights between them. Still,
even with the less-than-perfect friction, Gavin could have easily come just
from making out with Saul.

Saul had other ideas. All of a sudden, the other man tore his
mouth away from Gavin's and peppered his face with butterfly-light kisses. He
even brushed his lips over Gavin's nose and his eyelids with a patience that
contrasted sharply to the desire Gavin could read inside him. As he progressed
down Gavin's body, though, Saul became wilder, rougher. He spent an obscene
amount of time exploring Gavin's collarbone, sucking and nipping on his throat.
After that, he lavished Gavin's nipples with attention, at which point Gavin
realized that holy shit, the bits of flesh were seriously sensitive. The moment
Saul engulfed one of them in his mouth, Gavin nearly shot off the bed. A shock
of pleasure swept over him, pooling straight into his cock. "Oh, yes...
Please, Saul."

Saul flicked his tongue over one nipple, all the while
tweaking and pinching its mate. As he finally released Gavin's tender bud from
his mouth, he grinned ferally. "I love the way you say my name, but I
think you wanted to do something else with your mouth."

Without any further warning, Saul straddled Gavin's face, his
dick dangling right above Gavin's mouth. Gavin got an even better look at
Saul's privates, and wondered how he'd ever been able to resist. Those plump
balls and that thick shaft seemed to have been made to be worshipped by Gavin,
and by God, he had every intention to do exactly that.

Gavin flicked his tongue over the leaking tip of Saul's cock,
earning himself a grunt from the other man. Encouraged, he swirled his tongue
around the head, greedily drinking in Saul's pre-ejaculate. The angle didn't
allow him to get ambitious with his exploring, and maybe that was a good thing,
because he didn't have any experience, and even less patience. Saul seemed to
feel the same. He brushed the tip of his dick over Gavin's lips, which Gavin
eagerly parted. Saul took advantage of Gavin's submission and thrust his dick
into Gavin's mouth.

Both of them moaned, with the distinctive difference that
Gavin's cry was muffled by Saul's dick. Still, the weight of Saul's prick on
his tongue felt so right. The flavor of his pre-cum exploded on Gavin's taste
buds, stronger than ever before, fueling Gavin's own lust. At first, Saul moved
slowly, likely in deference to Gavin's inexperience, but soon, he picked up the
pace, fucking Gavin's mouth with abandon. His scent overpowered Gavin, especially
when Saul somehow managed to bury Gavin's nose into his bush.

Gavin might not have been able to blow Saul's mind with
elaborate erotic tricks, but he enjoyed every second of what they shared. His
lack of skill in this field didn't seem to matter to Saul, if Gavin judged by
the now unrestrained grunts and groans of passion Saul kept letting out.
Knowing that he, the supposedly frigid virgin, could give Saul this pleasure
empowered Gavin, but it also made him ache for more. It made him want to give
Saul everything he was and ever would be.

Was it crazy? Hell, yes. Would he regret it in the morning?
He had no idea. But right now, he craved Saul, craved him so much it hurt. In
fact, just sucking Saul's dick had him on the edge of climax.

And when Saul thrust one last time into his mouth and came,
the unavoidable happened. The taste of Saul's spunk propelled Gavin over the
edge, into the strongest orgasm he'd ever experienced in his life.

Gavin had never thought he himself could feel such bliss just
because he'd given a guy a blowjob—given, not received it. But there it was,
undeniable, unmistakable, truer and greater than any of the fears that had
gripped him before tonight. He writhed under Saul, riding the waves of his
pleasure, maddened with it. He couldn't swallow all of Saul's spunk, some of it
dribbling on his chin, and he literally might have choked if Saul hadn't pulled
his cock out of his mouth. But it was all worth it, so very worth it.

And Saul wasn't done with him, not by a long shot. He pulled
away from Gavin, and Gavin had a small moment during which, even through the
pleasure he experienced, he felt bereft. It didn't last, because Saul
positioned himself between Gavin's legs. His hands were gentle as he spread
Gavin's legs, and it was so easy for Gavin to trust him, to surrender to him.

He did note that, in spite of having just come, Saul was
still hard, maybe even harder than before. Against all odds, Gavin's libido
flared back to life too, his dick twitching valiantly as it tried to mimic
Saul's impressive stamina.