couldn’t have looked away if the house caught fire. It was so damn sexy to see Olsen’s mouth so close to his shaft. His stomach jerked when Olsen lowered his head, letting the tip of his tongue touch Tater’s cockhead.
“Apples and cinnamon.”
Tater tilted his head to the side. “Are you craving apple pie or something?”
Olsen chuckled as he kissed Tater’s dick. “No. That’s how you smell to me. Your scent is unique because you are my mate.”
Tater could only nod as Olsen slowly pulled his jeans from his hips, down his thighs, and ending at his ankles. Olsen reared back, removing Tater’s shoes and then pulling his jeans free. Olsen jerked his chin at Tater. “Take the shirt off.”
Tater grabbed the hem and nearly ripped it in half as he removed his shirt and tossed it aside.
A thickly arched brow rose as the side of Olsen’s mouth twisted into a very sexy half smile. “Very nice.”
His hands landed on Tater’s chest, smoothing over his skin, and then his thumbs grazed Tater’s nipples. Tiny electrical shocks burst throughout Tater’s body as Olsen tweaked his nipples. “Sensitive?”
“Yeah,” Tater panted.
Olsen’s chuckle was deep as he leaned forward and sucked one small brown disc into his mouth. Tater groaned as his body writhed under the bear. Olsen released his nipple, kissed the other one, and then locked eyes with Tater as he slid back down Tater’s body and sucked Tater’s cock in between his lips, suckling the head.
“Oh, fuck,” Tater groaned, hitching his hips as he tried to shove his dick all the way down Olsen’s throat. He wanted to throw a fit when Olsen pulled back, placing his hands on Tater’s hips.
“If you move, I stop.”
Hell no. If Olsen stopped, Tater was going to…whine like a brat. There was no way Olsen was going to tease him and then stop. So he nodded.
Olsen gave him a smug smile before taking Tater’s cock back into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head, making Tater’s skin hum.
Tater lifted his legs and planted his feet on the bed as Olsen held him in place. His hands automatically went to Olsen’s head. When the bear started to pull back, Tater immediately removed his hands and laid them on the bed, curling his fingers into the sheets.
He flinched when he felt a finger probing at his hole.
Olsen lifted his head and stared at Tater. “Have you ever been on the bottom?”
Tater shook his head as he prayed Olsen put his damn mouth back on his cock. He was close, real close, and he was about to scream if Olsen stopped.
Tater growled when Olsen lifted away, reaching for something in the drawer of the nightstand. He averted his eyes when he saw Olsen pull out a tube of lube.
Olsen lay back down, swallowing Tater’s cock to the root. “Shit!” Tater shouted as his hips bucked. Olsen’s mouth milked his cock as a finger entered him.
Tater didn’t know whether to fuck Olsen’s mouth or yell at the bear for being such a sneaky bastard.
The fucking won out.
He was surprised Olsen didn’t make him stop until he felt another finger slide in next to the first one. He knew what the man was up to, but Tater didn’t care. The blow job was distracting him as he guessed Olsen wanted it to.
Tater gritted his teeth as a third finger joined the other two. He’d never felt so full in his life. He had to admit it felt fucking fantastic. Tater pushed forward, shoving his cock down Olsen’s throat, and then pushed down, impaling his ass on Olsen’s fingers.
Reality came crashing through as Olsen eased back, and then got off of the bed, quickly disrobing. Tater’s eyes rounded when he saw the huge fucking cock between the bear’s legs. “What do you plan on doing with that?”
“I’m going to shove my cock into your ass, Tater. Once I do, we will be bonded mates. If you don’t want that, tell me now.”
Tater’s head spun at the idea of committing himself to Olsen. He knew he didn’t want to be away from the guy, but from