Lynx Northern Shifters 3

ludicrous. Why would Trey do any such thing for a virtual stranger? But as Trey’s large palm skimmed up Jonah’s inner thigh and held his balls, he couldn’t help but feel that Trey wasn’t like this with anyone else.
    Jonah was already anticipating Trey touching his ass again. He spread his knees in invitation. But Trey took it as another kind of invitation and deep-throated Jonah.
Deep-throated . New word, thought Jonah rather blindly as the warm wetness of Trey’s skillful mouth had his eyes rolling up into the back of his head.
He lifted his legs onto Trey’s powerful shoulders. It was an invitation, except Trey didn’t stop working Jonah’s cock with his mouth. His tongue circled to the so-sensitive head, sliding over slit and around the edge before taking the length of him back into his mouth. Jonah couldn’t possibly complain and the idea of being fucked receded as pleasure flooded through his body. They hadn’t even kissed this morning and he was going to come and he didn’t have the strength of mind to fight it.
Again Trey’s tongue caressed Jonah’s cock and all Jonah managed was to make his “ungghh” noise.
Just before he would have popped off, Trey lifted his head and said, “Touch your nipples.”
“ What? ” He was naked and Trey was dressed, par for the course, but he didn’t give a shit.
“Bring your fingers to your nipples and touch them as if they were mine.”
Dumbly Jonah did, feeling a little self-conscious while Trey smiled and traced precome around Jonah’s glans.
“Exactly. Perfect.”
Jonah blushed at the praise, found himself reacting to his own touch as Trey blew softly over his wet cock.
“Keep going,” Trey directed and Jonah obeyed, though it was soon hard to concentrate with Trey’s mouth sucking him, hard now, Trey’s hand cupping his sac, and finally Trey’s finger tracing backward from Jonah’s balls to his hole.
A guttural noise arose within him as that finger circled the muscle and Jonah was trembling, arching, when the finger slid home and he forgot what he was doing, just knew he was coming, Trey taking him higher by continuing to suck and lick while Jonah pumped out his come.
He was barely aware the finger had withdrawn, and then Trey too, going to wash hands while Jonah lay boneless across the cot.
Trey walked back, evidently still hard, and in a moment, Jonah planned to do something about that. He was still catching his breath.
Grinning down, Trey said, “I think you’re getting the hang of this.”
“You think ?” Jonah felt like he’d taken to sex, or sex with Trey, like a duck to water. It was the most incredible discovery he’d ever made and it wasn’t even a discovery but rather a creation between the two of them.
“Yeah.” Trey bent over and cradled Jonah’s face, stroking a thumb across his cheek. “You’re so relaxed after sex now.”
It was true. At first, his body had just wanted more more more and his mind couldn’t settle down completely, wondering what might happen next. Jonah found himself beaming up at Trey, and he didn’t care if he showed all his emotion on his face. “I’ll recover.”
“I know,” said Trey wryly.
“And then we can take care of you.”
“It doesn’t have to be tit for tat, you know.”
“That’s not why. I like touching you. You like me touching you.” Jonah tried not to sound defiant with that last statement, but it was true.
“You’re right. I do.”
Jonah licked his lips, wondering how to word his next question. Trey said sexual things easily, but somehow they sounded more awkward on Jonah’s lips.
Trey slid in to sit beside him, traced Jonah’s mouth with one finger. “Speak.”
Jonah nipped the finger, as if for courage. “I’d like to fuck you.”
Trey’s eyes darkened, a sign of lust, Jonah knew, but it was somehow more complicated than that. Trey had also told Jonah that not every man liked everything and it was okay if he ever said no, or started stating preferences. Something Jonah had not yet been able to do because he’d loved everything Trey had done to him or he’d done to Trey or they’d done together.
“Okay,” said Trey slowly.
“It’s okay if you don’t like being fucked. I just wanted to make you feel as good as you’ve made me feel.”
“You already have.” Trey was tracing a line down the center of Jonah’s chest.
The next words came out of his mouth, seemingly of their own volition. “Then stay with me. Don’t leave.”
Trey’s gaze didn’t