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and nipped the tender rump. Not enough to sting, but enough to certainly prove he could and perhaps would.
    The mental suggestion seemed to pierce the last of Spencer’s resistance. The man shuddered, the sensation moving him bodily. Charles could feel Spencer’s cock strain and tighten then ejaculate. Hot seed splashed between their bodies and over his hand. Charles knew his own climax was only a short moment away. He thrust his tongue back into Spencer, riding the moment. Charles grunted as he finally also found release.
    He surged his hips upward off the mattress. Pushing his dick as deeply down Spencer’s throat as he could manage, he shook his head and came in a hot wave. Spencer’s mouth closed around him as he swallowed his seed. The motion caressed his head and Charles had to force himself not to be rougher with the man.
    His beast surged up, demanding that he fuck him hard. Bite him. Claim him. Charles knew it was too soon, but the need rode him. There was still far too much unknown between them.
    Charles collapsed back on the bed, sinking into its softness. Spencer trembled and followed him down. They both lay there, panting, sweating and shaking.
    When Spencer slid off his body and onto the sheets, Charles couldn’t find the strength to move just yet.
    After a minute, Spencer sat up.
    Charles turned to face him and smiled. Spencer was amazing, and they’d barely scratched the surface of each other personally or what they could achieve together sexually.
    “I’ll just go wash up,” Spencer said.
    He turned and Charles reached out a hand and placed it tenderly on Spencer’s hip. Charles drew him close and obligingly Spencer lay back down.
    Charles could smell the scent of his mate— his —on his body, in his bed and smeared around his mouth. Even though he’d come hard just seconds earlier, his cock remained stiff and eager. Charles knew he was up for a second round. He could only hope Spencer was, too.
    Charles lifted himself up and rested on his side, his elbow pressing into the bed. He ran a hand slowly down the length of Spencer’s body. Charles traced his fingers along the sensitive places of Spencer’s ribcage, then down to play around the base of his shaft.
    Spencer moaned and his cock twitched eagerly, beginning to rise once again.
    “I’m not finished with you yet,” Charles said, struggling hard to keep the feral growl out of his tone.

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Charles had to struggle to not smile.
    Spencer’s mouth fell open at his comment, though his growing erection showed clear as day that he, too, could be persuaded for seconds. Charles was thrilled to notice there was no more hesitation in Spencer’s body language or his movements. He lay comfortably on the bed, open emotionally and physically. Charles swore he’d do everything in his power to make sure he never did anything to Spencer to cause him to shut him out or close down on him.
    Leaning over so his lips rested close to Spencer’s ear, Charles whispered to him. “Now I’m going to give you just a taste of what I can do for you,” he promised darkly.
    Eagerly, Charles knelt up on the bed and scooted over to the bedside table. He opened a drawer and quickly surveyed the various toys and goodies he had stashed there.
    Some of the stranger, heavier gear was locked in a trunk in his closet, but Charles didn’t have the patience or desire to do anything too complicated just now. He hoped he’d be able to discuss some of his toys—he couldn’t wait to try the sex swing with Spencer—at a later time. For now, though, he’d go with simple, tried and true games.
    Charles broke open a condom packet and sheathed his erection, knowing that when he finally let himself penetrate Spencer later he’d not want to stop and take care of the niceties. He then withdrew a tube of lubricant, a cock ring and an anal wand then shut the drawer. Crawling back to Spencer, he held the three items out so he could clearly see them. Spencer’s