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Sunday, June 10, 2018

Sun Shift Ch. 31 ***NSFW***

Installment 3 of 3 for the week <3

Copyright 2018
Bailey Bradford






Chapter Thirty-One


Jacob forgot his concern about Morris and Jenks, and his suspicion that there was something he was missing regarding them. 
Cali frowned. “What’s wrong? What’s happening?” 
“I—it’s—” Jacob sat up and tried to look at the incision on his shoulder but only managed to make himself go cross-eyed. He turned his attention to the second one, a few inches above his belly button. Jacob’s heart pounded. “Look!” He pointed at the spot but was already checking the third and fourth places. 
“Holy shit,” Cali murmured, then a big smile broke out, lighting up his whole face. “Honey, you’re healed! Even the bruises are gone, the scars from your previous injuries—you really do heal fast!”
Jacob stretched his arms. Already, he felt his strength returning. “Not usually this fast. Maybe having my ability to heal repressed is making it come on stronger for the time being?” He couldn’t think of any other reason for his superior recovery. “I don’t even feel like I’m weak anymore. God.” He put his feet on the floor. Excitement surged through him. He just knew he wasn’t going to fall over if he tried to sprint. 
Cali didn’t fuss. He was within arms’ reach, but his smile was still just as bright when Jacob pushed himself up, standing and not swaying. In fact, he laughed, pure joy encapsulating him. He raised up on his toes. “Not even a twinge anywhere!” He all but leaped at Cali. 
And Cali caught him with open arms, then embraced Jacob and spun him around twice. They laughed together while Jacob clung to him. 
“You are amazing,” Cali whispered as he slowed the twirling to a halt. 
Jacob, his heart in his throat—and probably in his eyes—pressed close to Cali. “You are, Cali. You saved me. You’re going to say you didn’t, but if you hadn’t called Morris in, those tracking devices would have stayed in me and I really think they were killing me.”
Cali opened his mouth and Jacob kissed him, closing his eyes and tightening his arms around Cali. He wanted to give everything, starting with his heart. 
Cali already had it, whether he knew it or not. 
Jacob moaned as he slid his tongue into Cali’s mouth. The taste of the man was intoxicating, addictive, and Jacob would never get enough. He titled his head for a better angle and Cali rumbled, cupping Jacob’s butt with one hand and his nape with the other. 
Jacob buried his fingers in Cali’s silky hair. He wanted to climb him, rub all over him, and exchange scents. 
Not just be marked, but mark in return, something he’d never have been allowed to do in his former pack. Jacob wasn’t angry about that; it was simply the pack rules. 
And now those rules were gone. Cali had said they were equals, and Jacob believed him. Cali had never lied to him. He could feel how much he was affecting Cali, too. Cali shivered and moaned, and the scent of his need reached Jacob, entering him when he inhaled and becoming a part of him. 
Jacob pressed even closer. He felt the bump when Cali’s legs hit the bed. Desire pulsed hotter and he slid his hands down to Cali’s chest as he broke the kiss. 
Jacob opened his eyes and rubbed Cali’s pecs. “Can we—” 
“Anything. I promise you there’s nothing I don’t want to do with you. Would you like to make love to me?” Cali asked, his voice husky. 
Jacob knew he looked as startled as he felt. “Me? Do—I—” He started to sweat. “Er, I don’t think I’m ready for that. I haven’t ever.” And he was blushing. Probably all the way to the soles of his feet. “I meant, would you—I want you to—” He almost said ‘fuck’, because that’s all he’d ever done. But that’s not what Cali wants. It’s not what want. Fucking was great, fantastic with Cali, no doubt, but not what either of them needed. 
All the embarrassment fled from Jacob as he accepted that he and Cali both deserved more—more love, more affection. “I want you to make love with me; you, in me.” He almost felt corny saying those words, but they were true words, honest ones with honest emotions behind them, and there was no reason for him to feel anything but proud to speak them. 
Cali’s golden irises darkened as his pupils expanded. “Yes.” Then he kissed Jacob, and the brush of his lips was so tender, his touch so gentle, Jacob’s eyes burned with tears. He closed them again and let himself sink into the kiss, into the taste he’d been unable to fully appreciate until he’d recovered so quickly. 
Just like the rich, earthy aroma that rolled off of Cali. Jacob’s dick was hard, achingly so, and he wanted everything, whatever that entailed. 
Cali eased down onto the bed, sitting, pulling Jacob into his lap. Jacob straddled him and almost came when his erection pressed against Cali’s. He tipped his head back, panting, and asked, “D-does making love mean slow?”
Cali chuckled. “It means whatever we want it to mean.” 
“Oh,” Jacob got out. “Good. Faster, or I’m gonna come.”
“I can make you come again if you do,” Cali promised. “And again after that. See how well-matched our recovery and refractory times are now. You make me hard, all the time, Jacob. God, I want you.”
Jacob was only wearing a pair of shorts, ones with an elastic waistband since he was so thin. “Help me get these off.” 
Cali grinned at him, then he lifted Jacob up without any apparent effort. “This help?”
Jacob shoved the shorts down and had to stand on his own to remove them, then he reached for Cali’s shirt. He pulled it off. 
Cali flopped back on the bed, legs bent, heels close to his ass. He unfastened the button at his waistband, unzipped the shorts, and raised his hips.
Jacob helped him get them off, then he knelt between Cali’s legs, gaze darting from Cali’s flushed cheeks and neck, to the thick erection with pre-cum stringing from the slit to his belly. 
Without asking—and what a glorious rush that freedom was!—Jacob sprawled on his stomach and slid his hands over the softly furred insides of Cali’s thighs. He framed Cali’s balls with his thumbs and forefingers, then licked the seam of the sac. 
“Oh, fuck,” Cali rasped, pushing his heels against the bed. “Jacob…”
Jacob licked again, then again, and once more as Cali began to make guttural sounds in between chanting Jacob’s name. 
Jacob sucked on one ball as he slid his hands up, needing to touch Cali, his thick nest of pubic hair, his hard, ridged abs. He kept his hands away from Cali’s dick, and worked his balls, licking, sucking, tugging until Cali’s thighs were shaking and he was thrusting his hips, reaching down to fist his own cock. 
Then Jacob pushed his hand away and licked up Cali’s length so he could suck on the head. As he tasted Cali’s pre-cum, Cali spread his legs wider, letting them drop open, and he jolted partially upright before falling back. 
Jacob grinned around the fat crown. He wasn’t in the most comfortable of positions to give head, but he wasn’t giving up his treat. He scooted up some, enough to place one elbow beside Cali’s hip and curled over Cali’s groin. 
Jacob flicked his tongue over the tip, dipped it in and sucked, delighting in the moan Cali have him. 
And the way Cali was caressing his head, his nape, his arm—so tender, and with trembling hands. 
Jacob had never felt powerful because of sex, never felt empowered because of it. Now he did; he wasn’t better or stronger than Cali, but he was strong enough for him, good enough to make Cali come apart in minutes just from this. 
Except Jacob wanted to feel Cali’s release shooting inside of him, dripping out and lingering afterwards. 
He laved the glans once more, sucked down the length of a thick vein, then up again. Jacob kissed the tip, cupped Cali’s balls, and rolled them as he sipped at the slightly salty pre-cum. 
Then he moved, crawling up Cali’s body, pausing to kiss every few inches of skin, to rake his teeth over the furry trail leading up to Cali’s belly button. Jacob dipped his tongue into that divot and Cali mewled, a deep, rumbling sound of pleasure. 
All the while, Cali touched him, praised him with hands and fingers and voice. Jacob’s confidence grew, his faith in himself strengthening. His faith in Cali was already built, unshakeable, unbreakable. 
Jacob had never been free to explore his pleasure or his partner’s, and though he wanted to spend hours learning every flavor of Cali’s body, every sound of his pleasure, his own cock was primed. He’d come from nothing more than a stroke of a hand if he wasn’t careful. 
But he laved Cali’s nipples, fascinated by how hard and thick they grew when he sucked on them. 
He nibbled across Cali’s collarbone, up his throat, over his Adam’s apple, to the underside of his chin. There he nipped and Cali growled, his big hands cupping Jacob’s ass cheeks, kneading them, spreading them apart and pushing them back together. 
Jacob framed Cali’s face with his hands and licked his lips before taking the bottom one between his teeth. He slid his tongue over it, then into Cali’s mouth as he lowered himself to lie fully on Cali. 
Cali kept playing with his ass, ghosting his fingers down Jacob’s crease on occasion, driving Jacob mad for more. He kissed Cali fiercely, need drumming at him, pounding, making his pulse sound in his ears. 
Every inhale from Cali brought movement that rubbed Jacob’s dick against his hard abs. Jacob gasped as pleasure threatened to spiral out to all parts of his body. He didn’t want to come yet. 
Shoving himself up onto his palms, he rutted one more time, then straddled Cali’s hips as he leaned over and reached for the lube. Jacob knew where it was, had seen if and anticipated this moment. He uncapped it and poured some into his palm. “I need you.” Not just like this. He didn’t have to say it. The echoing emotion in Cali’s eyes told him it was mutual. 
Jacob slicked Cali’s dick and Cali groaned then bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. The little wound would heal quickly, but it spurred Jacob on to hurry, to bring them both the relief they needed. 
He used more lube to coat his hole, then he pushed two fingers in without hesitation. He’d been trained to take more with less prep—none at times. To get himself ready was a luxury he almost bypassed. 
But he knew Cali would have objected to dry, and yes, painful sex. Jacob didn’t want that, either. He wanted to enjoy everything that happened between them. 
“Let me?” Cali asked after gulping. 
Jacob handed him the lube, then turned around and presented his ass. “But don’t take long. I’m so close, Cali. Too—ahhhhh---” 
Cali’s fingers were thicker, longer, and felt so much better than his own had. Jacob dropped to his elbows, unable to keep still, and rocked back to meet each dip of those thick digits spearing into him. 
His vision blurred when Cali touched him inside, rubbing over his gland. “Cali!” Jacob yelped, and he gripped his cock, squeezing hard to stave off his orgasm. 
“Jacob. Cali’s voice held a reverent note Jacob couldn’t miss. He scooted forward as Cali withdrew his fingers, then Jacob turned around again, needing to see Cali’s face as he did this. 
Jacob held Cali’s shaft where he needed it, then he began to sink down, his hole protesting at first before relaxing and giving in to the blissful intrusion. Jacob released Cali’s shaft as Cali’s eyelids fluttered. 
He reached for Jacob, and Jacob came down over him, his hands beside Cali’s head so he could brace himself. Cali’s dick was long and thick, and it filled Jacob to perfection. He shivered as a move of his hips brought that thickness in contact with his prostate again. 
“Cali, I—” Jacob couldn’t keep the words in, not in this perfect moment. “I love you, with everything I have, everything I am and will be.” 
Cali’s eyes opened wide, and the love reflected in them was a gift Jacob would never have thought he’d see before he’d come to the refuge. 
“I love you, too, Jacob. You’re everything to me. Everything. My heart. My soul.” Cali tugged him down for a slow, sweet kiss that sent the embers of need flaring into a raging fire once again. Jacob rotated his hips and Cali arched his neck, gasping as he raced his hands down to Jacob’s hips. “God!”
Jacob clenched then released as he started to rise up, raising his ass then taking all that thick shaft back into his body again. 
He tried to go slow for about three thrusts, then he had to move, to drive down harder, faster, rise up quicker so he got that pleasurable tug before slamming down again. 
Cali cried out, clutching at Jacob, thrusting up, the two of them in perfect synch as they fed each other’s pleasure and chased their own. 
Jacob needed more. He needed more and was going to take it, because Cali had told him he could. 
He locked his knees against Cali’s side, grabbed his shoulders, then rolled. 
And Cali didn’t miss a beat, the change in position seamless as Cali powered into him. 
Jacob shook and gasped. He couldn’t do anything but feel for a few seconds, then he locked his ankles around Cali and shoved his hips up, taking what was offered, giving himself eagerly in return. 
Cali growled, a loud rumble that wasn’t quite human. His eyes flashed gold, the irises expanding from one second to the next. 
Jacob’s wolf wanted to howl, and some of that sound escaped him as the beginnings of his orgasm started to roll up from his ass to his balls. 
He started to reach for his dick, but Cali propped up on one hand and beat him to it. 
And that was all Jacob’s pleasure center could stand. He came with a bellow as dots of gold and silver burst like fireworks behind his closed eyelids. 
His climax rolled through him, such blissful waves of it over and over, pinging off nerve endings and rebounding to them repeatedly. Every thrust from Cali pushed more ecstasy into Jacob until he thought he’d come apart from it, then Cali roared again, and his cock swelled inside of Jacob. Hot cum jetted into him and Jacob’s orgasm gave him one more ripple of pleasure before he gasped, trying to steady himself. 
Cali lowered himself half-off Jacob, his breath coming in shaky gusts. “Jacob, Jacob,” he whispered every few seconds. Oh, how I love you, Jacob.” 
Jacob held onto Cali. He’d tell him he loved him too, but right then, Cali needed to speak his words, and Jacob needed to hear them. 

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