Longing for Wolves (Shifter Country Wolves Book 5) by Roxie Noir Page A
Authors: Roxie Noir
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Calder broke the kiss again Sam tore Calder’s shirt off then shoved the other man, pushing him through the door to the bedroom. Calder backed up and got Sam’s shirt off, then stumbled over the low bed, falling onto it backwards.
For a moment, he looked up at Sam in wonder.
“You have a lot more tattoos,” he said. There was an odd note in his voice, something Sam didn’t quite understand.
“You were gone a long time,” Sam said. Then he reached down and undid Calder’s pants, yanking them off. He got on his hands and knees, Calder beneath him, and in seconds, he had Calder’s thick cock in his fist. He stroked it hard and slow and Calder gasped.
“Sam,” he whispered.
“Don’t talk,” Sam said, squeezing a little harder. He bent his head to Calder’s neck and sucked the skin there until he heard Calder moan, his hips rising off the bed.
Then Calder reached up and grabbed Sam’s erection through his thin pajama pants, and Sam bit Calder’s neck. A groan tore itself from Sam’s throat, and all he could think was I want this .
“Come on,” Calder said, and he grabbed Sam’s pajama pants and yanked them off, pushing Sam to the side and then they were face-to-face and Calder had both of their cocks in one hand, pressed together hard.
Sam groaned, his hand on the small of Calder’s back, pressing the other man into him. Everything was pure, white-hot pleasure, their bodies pressed together, his shaft rubbing against Calder’s in his dark bedroom.
“This feels the same,” Calder said, his voice low and rough.
“I said don’t talk,” growled Sam.
“It feels fucking good ,” Calder said, his eyes drifting closed.
He’s drunk , Sam reminded himself.
In a flash, Sam scooted away and pushed Calder face down on the bed, pinning him with a knee in the lower back. Calder made a surprised grunt and then turned his head to one side, watching Sam, his chest heaving.
Sam reached for the bottle of baby oil he kept in his bedside table and took a minute to look at Calder, the hard muscles in his back, the way his hair flopped over his face, the hungry look in his eyes.
Calder laughed as Sam poured oil into his hand, then tossed the bottle somewhere. He slid his fingers between Calder’s rock-hard buttocks until he felt the pucker, and then slid a finger in.
Calder’s whole body went rigid, and his eyes closed. Sam took his knee off the other man’s back and slid his finger further in, watching Calder’s hands ball into fists, pulling the top of the bedspread tight as he moaned.
He slid another finger in and Calder moaned again, louder.
“Fuck, Sam,” he whispered.
A third finger. Calder nearly shouted and his hips pressed against the bed, his breath coming in gasps. Sam took his fingers out, watching Calder’s body relax. He’d been clumsy with the bottle and they were both half-covered in baby oil, but that was a problem for a different time. He laid next to Calder and rolled Calder onto one side, his back against Sam’s chest. Calder reached back and took Sam’s cock in his fist, pumping it, and Sam groaned again.
Calder put the tip of Sam’s cock against his hole and pushed backward, letting Sam slide inside bit by bit, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
“Almost,” whispered Sam, and then he could feel the head of his cock slide past the ring of muscle and then he was inside Calder, again, and it felt so good that Sam had to stop for a moment, his nose in Calder’s hair, to force himself back from the brink.
Calder moved, just a little, and then Sam grabbed his hip and pulled out and then thrust back in, hard, growling into Calder’s ear.
“ Fuck, ” Calder gasped. “Fuck, Sam, that feels so good.”
“Shut up,” Sam whispered into his ear. “You’re drunk.”
“You used to tell me to scream your name,” Calder said. His words turned to a moan as Sam thrust deep inside him.
Then they were moving in tandem, hard and slow. Sam wrapped a hand around
For a moment, he looked up at Sam in wonder.
“You have a lot more tattoos,” he said. There was an odd note in his voice, something Sam didn’t quite understand.
“You were gone a long time,” Sam said. Then he reached down and undid Calder’s pants, yanking them off. He got on his hands and knees, Calder beneath him, and in seconds, he had Calder’s thick cock in his fist. He stroked it hard and slow and Calder gasped.
“Sam,” he whispered.
“Don’t talk,” Sam said, squeezing a little harder. He bent his head to Calder’s neck and sucked the skin there until he heard Calder moan, his hips rising off the bed.
Then Calder reached up and grabbed Sam’s erection through his thin pajama pants, and Sam bit Calder’s neck. A groan tore itself from Sam’s throat, and all he could think was I want this .
“Come on,” Calder said, and he grabbed Sam’s pajama pants and yanked them off, pushing Sam to the side and then they were face-to-face and Calder had both of their cocks in one hand, pressed together hard.
Sam groaned, his hand on the small of Calder’s back, pressing the other man into him. Everything was pure, white-hot pleasure, their bodies pressed together, his shaft rubbing against Calder’s in his dark bedroom.
“This feels the same,” Calder said, his voice low and rough.
“I said don’t talk,” growled Sam.
“It feels fucking good ,” Calder said, his eyes drifting closed.
He’s drunk , Sam reminded himself.
In a flash, Sam scooted away and pushed Calder face down on the bed, pinning him with a knee in the lower back. Calder made a surprised grunt and then turned his head to one side, watching Sam, his chest heaving.
Sam reached for the bottle of baby oil he kept in his bedside table and took a minute to look at Calder, the hard muscles in his back, the way his hair flopped over his face, the hungry look in his eyes.
Calder laughed as Sam poured oil into his hand, then tossed the bottle somewhere. He slid his fingers between Calder’s rock-hard buttocks until he felt the pucker, and then slid a finger in.
Calder’s whole body went rigid, and his eyes closed. Sam took his knee off the other man’s back and slid his finger further in, watching Calder’s hands ball into fists, pulling the top of the bedspread tight as he moaned.
He slid another finger in and Calder moaned again, louder.
“Fuck, Sam,” he whispered.
A third finger. Calder nearly shouted and his hips pressed against the bed, his breath coming in gasps. Sam took his fingers out, watching Calder’s body relax. He’d been clumsy with the bottle and they were both half-covered in baby oil, but that was a problem for a different time. He laid next to Calder and rolled Calder onto one side, his back against Sam’s chest. Calder reached back and took Sam’s cock in his fist, pumping it, and Sam groaned again.
Calder put the tip of Sam’s cock against his hole and pushed backward, letting Sam slide inside bit by bit, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
“Almost,” whispered Sam, and then he could feel the head of his cock slide past the ring of muscle and then he was inside Calder, again, and it felt so good that Sam had to stop for a moment, his nose in Calder’s hair, to force himself back from the brink.
Calder moved, just a little, and then Sam grabbed his hip and pulled out and then thrust back in, hard, growling into Calder’s ear.
“ Fuck, ” Calder gasped. “Fuck, Sam, that feels so good.”
“Shut up,” Sam whispered into his ear. “You’re drunk.”
“You used to tell me to scream your name,” Calder said. His words turned to a moan as Sam thrust deep inside him.
Then they were moving in tandem, hard and slow. Sam wrapped a hand around
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