Free Gilbert by Bailey Bradford

begged, unashamed to do so. This was, after all, his mate, and there shouldn’t be shame or fear between them. Jihu knew that, he just needed to trust it.
    “Anything you want,” Gilbert said. He clamped a hand to Jihu’s hip and the other beneath him, over his chest to grip his shoulder from the underside. “You’re so fucking tight, Jihu. Can barely move forward. So hot, so soft and—fuck!” Gilbert jerked, sinking in several inches as Jihu made his muscles unclench. “Fucking hell, Jihu, I’m gonna be the one begging to come. Don’t think I’ll last long at all in you.”
    Jihu was probably glowing with pride at that. It made him want to drive more praises out of Gilbert. He pushed back what little he could and arched, hungry for the feel of Gilbert’s entire length inside him.
    “Oh yeah, take me,” Gilbert panted, his hands clenching and marking Jihu’s skin. “Gonna…thrust,” Gilbert warned, right before he did so, spearing Jihu fully. Jihu bit into the blanket to keep from yelping. There was that whole pleasure-pain thing again, except this time it was much, much more intense.
    “Ah!” Gilbert yelled then muttered, “Shit, have to be quieter.” He leaned over Jihu, rasping, chest heaving, as Jihu struggled to breathe. “Sorry, I’m squashing you.” Gilbert lifted up some and Jihu sucked in a sharp breath around the mouthful of blanket before he realised that didn’t work so well. He raised his head and gasped, filling his lungs with air.
    “Ah hell, right there,” Gilbert whispered just before he licked the join of neck and shoulder on Jihu’s left side. “Oh yeah, gonna mark you there…”
    “Do it,” Jihu challenged, clenching his ass. “Do it!”
    “Fuck! You…” Gilbert panted for a few seconds. “You’re gonna kill me, doing that. Squeeze my dick off. Do it again.”
    Jihu huffed and clenched and Gilbert cursed and jerked his hips against Jihu’s butt. “Fuck yeah, baby. Better hold on.”
    Jihu wasn’t sure what he meant by that but he grabbed fistfuls of the blanket and was damned glad he did when Gilbert began fucking him, pulling back and slamming in. There was no slow and easy build up, both of them were too close, too riddled with need, to take anything slow now. Gilbert pummelled his ass, grunting and cursing as he shoved in, his balls slapping against Jihu’s and adding more of that odd combination he was coming to crave.
    “Gonna make you mine,” Gilbert grunted out, “mine. Mine!”
    Jihu didn’t have any argument for that. He understood it, because he wanted to do the same to Gilbert. He wanted to bring him this rough pleasure, fill him and erase the only other memory Jihu had of being inside someone else. Because this, this fevered want and raging ecstasy, this was nothing like anything he’d experienced before. Even his earlier jerk-off from Gilbert was nothing compared to this powerful, consuming act between them.
    Gilbert canted his hips, raising up, and the next thrust brought his cock into contact with Jihu’s hidden centre. Jihu howled, unable to contain the sound, as pleasure shot through him. He let go of the blanket and grabbed at his cock with both hands, letting Gilbert’s rapid, forceful thrusts drive him against the mattress.
    “Do it,” Gilbert ordered. “Jerk off for me, for us.”
    Jihu couldn’t, really, with his cock pinned as it was, but the friction was absolutely delicious, especially combined with the way Gilbert’s cock rubbed him inside. “Bite me,” he got out, because he was going to come, and he wanted to feel Gilbert in him every way he could. “Now.”
    Gilbert snarled, and he fucked Jihu almost frantically, driving into him over and over. But he also licked that spot and Jihu shivered and keened, so close he hurt. Then he did hurt in a way that was better than he could ever describe as Gilbert bit, his sharp canines slicing through Jihu’s flesh and laying claim to him.
    “Yes!” Jihu moaned, a wordless, breathy