Revolting
Chapter 54 -

Chapter Sixteen (Sexually Explicit Content) - The Next Best Thing William

The room was expensive and luxurious, with a deep plush carpet and a king size bed piled up with pillows. There was a bottle of champagne chilling on ice, a plate of chocolate covered strawberries, and a pair of lit, taper candles on the table. However, there was no pretense of "getting to know each other." As soon as the door closed behind us he had me pressed up against the wall, and his firm lips were on mine. My body had calmed down on the short drive, but the moment he ground his hips against mine, I was instantly on fire again. He had called it chemistry, but I called it pyrotechnics. When his body connected with mine, it was explosive. I could feel his desire, and knowing that he wanted me, only made me crave him more. I've always been on top, but there was no question in my mind that Michael was going to be the dominant in this relationship

His hands worked over my shirt, expertly undoing the buttons and then running his hands over my chest. His fingertips were hot, calloused and rough, but the sensation was divine. My nipples pebbled up under his expert strokes, and I found myself fisting my hands in his hair.

There might have been the slightest voice in my head trying to put the brakes on. Some tiny bit of reason trying to warn me that this was dangerously complicated, that Michael was in no way like any of the other men in my life. It may have been my wolf whispering in the back of my mind, reminding me that we are still hoping for a soulmate, not just a hot roll in the hay.

That voice was complete drowned out by my own moans when his hands found the clasp of my slacks and pushed my pants and my boxers down my hips, freeing my naked member to his touch. I closed my eyes, content to lose myself in the sensation, as his mouth followed the trail of his hands. His teeth scraped over my skin, only smooth over the offending bite with his tongue. He worked his way lower, with a slow, teasing, winding path, until he was pressing wet kisses just below my belly button, so teasingly close that I could feel his breath on my sex. Just the anticipation of what was coming next had me pulsating with need.

When he finally pulled me into his mouth, my knees nearly buckled. I felt at once vulnerable and powerful. I was naked, while he was still fully dressed. I don't know how I found myself in this position, with a god of a man on his knees between my legs, expertly massaging behind my testicles, even as his tongue worked magic on my shaft. It was so stunningly beautiful that I was going to embarrass myself by coming too soon, when we had barely started the game. Michael released me from his mouth, but continued to stroke over the saliva slick skin with his hands, "I can feel you straining, Will... just let go." The smooth timbre of his voice invited me to relax, to trust him, to go with the avalanche of feelings that was threatening to overwhelm me.

I didn't want to though... part of it was a matter of pride, and part of it was the desire to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. This was the sweetest torture, and I didn't want it to end too soon. He smiled up at me, that sly, devilish smile, and wet his own finger before pressing it insistantly againt my ass. He then sucked me back into his mouth, stroking around my tip with his tongue, even as his finger penetrated my hole. I involuntarily squeezed against his digit, but he continued, probing and stretching me, preparing me for what was to come.

I was lost. My body shuddered, and I came hard into his mouth. Before I had time to think, he had spun me around and pressed me over the bed. From some hidden place he produced a tube of lubricant. I heard the zip of his pants as he freed himself. The pressure of his finger wasn't enough to prepare me for the invasion of his cock. He was huge, in both length and girth, and for the first few strokes, the discomfort far outweighed the pleasure. A colorful string of curse words escaped from my mouth before he slowed down, and moved more carefully. "Sorry," he murmured softly.

His hands reached around my hips, stroking me again into hardness while he slowly slid in and out, pushing further with each thrust. My hiss of pain soon turned into gasps of pleasure as my body relaxed into the act, and his stroking hands were rekindling the fire. His hands left my member to stroke over my back, pressing down between my shoulder blades to angle my backside up. "William," he groaned behind me, pounding in harder, his breath coming in gasps. "You are so fucking perfect.” He pulled my hips back toward him further. "You are mine, William. No one else's."

I didn't have time to think about his words, I felt him tense and spasm, and come inside me, and the sensation was so new and intense that I followed him, spilling my seed all over the bedspread that I was bent over. I didn't want to think about anything. I rearranged myself on the bed, and felt him slide behind me, his huge arms wrapping around my torso, his face near the crook of my neck. I felt his hot breath against my shoulder, right in the spot where a mate should mark me. He threw a long muscular leg over mine, and mumbled something incoherent. My body was sore, but satisfied, and the post coital euphoria was slowly easing me into relaxation and exhaustion.

I had one last thought before I drifted off to sleep: If I never found my mate, then I was pretty sure that this was the next best thing.