Chapter 3 - Carl

“What?”  Whereas my shock had come out as a high pitched squeal and tons of manic movement, Richard goes completely still.  His voice is low and breathy.  I almost don’t hear him above the rush of the river over the waterfall into the pond below, he’s so quiet.  

But I do hear him.  I’ve always been incredibly attuned to him.  Our parents constantly joke that we are two halves of the same person, just in two different bodies.  I’m always so serious, towing the line and following the rules on everything within the pack whereas Richard is always so jovial, pushing boundaries to see how far he can go before he gets in deep shit.

You wouldn’t think that the two of us would be best friends, but we always have been.  Even as little kids, it was always Richard and me.  Of course, we had Jared and Alistar there and of course we were great friends with them.  But Richard and I were barely ever separated, to the point that our parents put trundle beds in each of our rooms because we slept in the same room nearly every night.  We did everything together - learned how to shave, joined Cub Scouts and Little League, even discovered our first chest hairs on the same day.  We often went on double-dates with whoever we were dating and talked about almost everything.  There were very few secrets between us.  The main one being that I’m saving myself for my mate.

And that I am deeply in love with Richard.

Well…those were a secret until now.  

I stop pacing and look at him.  I’ve always wondered what it feels like when you are about to faint.  Wolves just don’t unless something is seriously wrong, like extreme exhaustion and dehydration or a serious wound.  But the fact that I have just spilled my biggest secret to Richard, professing my love to him like some kind of raving lunatic, has me feeling weak kneed and light headed.  

I stumble back slightly and sit down hard on the blanket chest behind me when my knees hit it.  Oh, shit!  Oh, FUCK!  What the hell have I just done?

I don’t realize that I’m talking out loud until Richard interrupts me.  He’s kneeling in front of me, his hands on either side of my face.  His touch anchors me.  It feels almost electric against my skin and his scent is so intoxicating this close to me, a combination of citrus and cinnamon.

“Did you just say that you love me?” he asks.  I’m about to deny it, to try and push him away when I see his expression.  It’s so full of hope, so much adoration.  Could he…?  Could he feel the same way?

I can’t speak.  I can’t say it again.  I just nod.  A quick up and down nod.

The smile that breaks out on Richard’s face is beautiful.

He pulls me into him, his lips crashing on mine.  I freeze for a second in complete and utter shock.  But I quickly shake it off and respond.  I crush him to my body, kneeling down on the ground with him so that I can force as much of my body against his as I can. 

Against my lips, he says, “I love you, too.  I love you so much, Carl.”

I want to sit back and talk about it.  To learn when he fell in love with me.  Why he’s in love with me.  To break down our relationship into the before and after and figure out our next steps like the anal retentive asshole that I am.  But I can’t pull myself away from him.  This is what I’ve long for for so damn long.

My hands thread through his hair, dominating his mouth with a kiss that I just can’t stop.  His touch is like air, his kiss like food.  I can’t live without either.  I need him.  My tongue plunges into his mouth, my hand that isn’t in his hair roaming his chest and feeling the defined muscles all over his body.  As the Gamma of the pack, he’s our enforcer and he’s built like a fucking tank.

A tank that I’m about to take on a joy ride.

I feel his hands kneading my ass and he sighs when I tweak one of his nipples through his shirt.  Sparks are shooting all over our bodies, any place that we touch.  It seems like his scent has gotten stronger and suddenly, I know.  It must be midnight.  It’s our birthday.

I pull back from our kiss to stare into his deep green eyes, like twin emeralds sparkling in the firelight.  “Mate,” I whisper.

His face is an adorable combination of lust and awe.  He nods.  “Mate.”

My fingers caress his skin.  This realization has stopped our frantic movement.  I know the slowing down won’t last for long, but for now, I’m going to revel in the touch, feel, and look of my mate.

He does the same, his fingers tracing the lines of my jaw, the curve of my lips, the hair on my chin.  Featherlight touches that send jolts of electricity and pleasure throughout my nervous system.

I’m really not sure which one of us moans, but the sound seems to unleash something between us.  Suddenly, we’re back to the frantic grabbing, pulling, and kissing of before, though this time it seems even more urgent.  I want to feel my mate’s skin against my own.  I want to have him touch me in places where no one else has and to feel him in me and all around me as I come undone.

I break the kiss just long enough to free him from his shirt.  However, Richard seems to be extremely impatient and just rips my shirt off of my back.

I chuckle against his lips before I nibble and kiss my way down his chin.  “Impatient, baby?”

“You have no idea.  I’ve wanted to me with you for years.  To tell you how I feel and for it to be ok.  Apparently the Moon Goddess thinks it is, since she paired the two of us together.”

I groan, not wanting to think about anything other than the monster that I know my mate has in his pants.  I’ve seen it several times.  Dude is massive and I can’t wait to have it inside of me.

“In that case…”  I tear his gym shorts off his body and see just how happy he is for us to finally be getting together.  I arch my eyebrow at him, smirking in a way that I know would look perverted in any situation except for this one we currently find ourselves in.  “Freeballing, Rich?”

“They’re gym shorts.  They have the netting inside them.  You don’t need underwear!”  He sounds so indignant that I have to pull away and laugh my ass off.  This is part of the reason that I love Richard so much.  He knows how to make everybody feel at ease in the situation.

When I finally stop laughing and catch my breath, I smile at him, before lowering myself to my stomach.

Richard’s breathing stops as he realizes what I’m about to do.  “Oh, fuck, Carl!” he hisses out as my face comes level with his full erect and truly spectacular cock.  

I take him in my hand, squeezing the head slightly before moving down his shaft and squeezing at the base.

“Shit!” His breath comes out shakily as he looks at me.

“Just a warning, I’ve obviously never done this before, though I’ve watched my fair share on porn.  Tell me if I’m doing it right,” I confess.  Now, that could have been a touching revelation moment like they have in the movies, but I don’t give it the time to be.  I’ve actually studying a lot of gay porn and even looking at some tutorials to figure out how to give a blowjob properly.

What?  I told you that I’m anal retentive.

Keeping my hand moving slowly up and down on his cock with firm strokes, I stare at him as I take one of his balls in my mouth and suck it, rolling my tongue on the sensitive skin.

Richard draws in a loud intake of air, our gazes locked on each other.

Using that as a cue to give him more.  I continue sucking on his one ball while rolling the other in my hand, switching back and forth every few minutes.  

Richard is panting now, precum dripping from the tip of his cock in front of me.  His cock jerks in my hand letting me know how ready he is for me to take him into my mouth.  I can’t keep him waiting, right?

I let his ball out of my mouth with a pop before licking up the underside of his cock.

“Oh, Goddess!  Carl!  That feels amazing!” Richard screams into the night.  And I don’t care who hears.  He can be as loud as he wants if it means that he likes what I’m going to him.

Concentrating on the head of his cock, I allow my tongue to swirl all around the time, dipping slightly into the slit on the top, then sucking hard on just the tip of his cock.  All the while, one of my hands is still stroking his cock.

One of Richard’s hands goes to the back of my head and I can’t help but moan.  I’ve fantasized about this.  I want him to fuck my mouth.  It has my cock weeping in my pants so much that I know there’s a wet spot on the front of them.  

But first, I’ve got to make sure I can take his full length.

I open my mouth as much as I can.

Slowly, I open my mouth as wide as I can and lower myself onto his cock.  It takes some mind-over-matter persistence to fight my gag  reflex, but I finally feel him at the back of my throat.

Precum is flowing out of his tip like water from a garden hose and his grip in my hair is just on the good side of painful.  “Holy fucking shit, Carl!” he cries out.  His hips involuntarily buck into me, causing me to gag a little, but I manage to stay down on him.

I can’t fight the smile that comes over my face at his reaction to me.  This is so hot!

I stay down for a few seconds before pulling off of him to catch my breath.

I cough a bit when I come off of him, but I manage to say to him through glassy eyes, “Fuck my mouth.”

He moans loud, putting his hands on both sides of my head.  He guides my face to his cock.  The second that I put him in my mouth, he begins to move.