Blue Mountain (Pack 1)

“That may have been the best morning of my life,” Simon said as he snuggled against Mitch and pet his chest.

Mitch smiled broadly. “It was definitely the best of mine.” He kissed the top of Simon’s head and held him tight as he sat up. “Ready for a shower?”

“You’re letting me shower?” Simon asked teasingly.

“A hot shower after a run feels amazing.” Mitch caressed Simon’s back as he stood and walked them to the bathroom. “But don’t worry. I’ll make sure to mark you again when we’re done.” He lowered Simon to the floor, turned on the water, and adjusted the temperature.

“We just fooled around,” Simon said incredulously. “You won’t want me again so soon.”

“I’ll always want you, pup.” Mitch tugged Simon into the glass enclosure and closed the door. He cupped Simon’s cheeks, moved his thumbs back and forth under Simon’s jawline, and gazed into his sparkling green eyes. “And I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll want me too.” As if in reaction to his promise, Simon’s dick rose and bumped against Mitch’s leg. “Mmm.” Mitch circled his hand around the firming rod and gave it a couple of strokes. “Looks like you’re ready to go, but I want to clean you before I get you dirty again.”

After weeks of having his mate close but not being able to touch him, Mitch relished the opportunity to run his hands over every inch of Simon’s soft skin. He washed and explored, learning the areas that made Simon shiver, the ones that made him giggle, and the ones that made him gasp. He kissed scars, sucked on nipples, and washed hair. By the time they were both clean, rinsed, and dry, they were also achingly hard.

“Bend over the counter and spread your legs,” Mitch said as he flung their towels over the rack.

Simon complied easily, grasping the edge of the soapstone countertop and lowering his chest onto it. “Like this?”

“Mmm hmm.” Mitch caressed Simon’s back and then knelt behind him, cupped both sides of his ass, and spread him open.

“Mitch,” Simon gasped nervously.

“Gonna make you feel so good, pup.” Without waiting for a response, Mitch buried his face in Simon’s trench, licking, nibbling, and sucking on the clean, sensitive skin.

Above him, Simon cried out, begging for more, moaning, and gasping for air. When his mate’s sounds became desperate and he began humping the counter, Mitch pointed his tongue and pressed it into Simon’s hole, fucking him over and over again with the slick muscle.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Simon chanted as he rocked his hips, rubbing his ass against Mitch’s face and his cock against the cabinet.

His fingers digging into Simon’s pale skin, Mitch thrust his tongue faster and occasionally stopped to suck on Simon’s pucker before pushing inside again.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Simon’s voice shook, and he gasped for air, his desperation driving him to tears.

Without pausing in his ministrations to Simon’s ass, Mitch snaked his hand between Simon’s legs, squeezed his nuts, and then palmed his cockhead and flicked his slit.

“Ah!” Simon shouted as his entire body spasmed and he came all over the cabinet. “Ah!”

“Yes!” Mitch jumped to his feet, wedged his cock between Simon’s firm ass cheeks, and rutted hard and fast until he coated Simon’s lower back with his release.

Lungs and hearts working overtime, they stayed pressed together and caught their breath.

“So beautiful,” Mitch said when he could speak again. “You’re so beautiful.” He kissed his way across Simon’s shoulders and then stood up and pulled Simon into a hug.

His phone rang from the other room.

“Go ahead and get that,” Simon said. “I’ll clean up the cabinet.” He looked at Mitch from underneath his eyelashes. “I seem to have made a bit of a mess.”

“Be right back.” Mitch kissed the tip of Simon’s nose and walked into the bedroom. He picked up the no-longer-ringing phone, saw that his brother had called, and dialed him back.

“Hey,” Frederick said. “How’s it going?”

“Really well.” Mitch smiled, thinking about how far he and Simon had come in a few days. After weeks of hesitation, his mate had finally learned to trust him. Once his defensive barriers had come down, Simon had become the most loving, sweet-natured man Mitch could have imagined. “What’s up?”

“I know I was an ass on Friday, but I’m hoping after leaving you alone for a few days, maybe I’m forgiven and I can ask for help again.”

“You were forgiven on Friday. What do you need?”

“We never got through the review of the pack’s investments. That wasn’t an excuse to get you over here the other day; I actually do need the help.”

“No problem. I can be there soon.”

“Thanks, Mitch.”

Mitch ended the call and turned around to speak to Simon, who he’d heard walk up. “That was Freddie. He needs my help again for a couple of hours.”