Just Bob (Assassins Inc. #1)(6)

Before Bob could come down from his high, I sat back on my knees and swiped my hand through the cum covering Bob’s stomach. I quickly lubed up my cock with the white pearly stuff then smoothed the rest of it over Bob’s hole, pushing some deep inside of him.

Once we were both ready to go, I grabbed Bob by his hips and flipped him over onto his hands and knees. I yanked Bob’s ass up into the air and lined up my cock. I’d have to start remembering to carry around lube in my pocket if I planned on fucking Bob whenever the chance arose.

And I did. I doubted I would be able to keep my hands off the beautiful man for more than a few minutes.

I took my time pushing into Bob. I didn’t know how long it had been for Bob, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. I didn’t like thinking about my mate being with anyone but me.

All I knew was my cock felt like it was sinking into a vise grip as I thrust into Bob’s tight ass. When my groin rested against Bob’s ass, I stopped and took several deep breaths. If I didn’t get control of myself, this would all be over before it began, and I wanted this to be the best fuck Bob ever experienced. I planned on pulling out every trick I knew and using it on Bob.

I wanted to be the one Bob never forgot.

“Ready, baby?” I asked as I started moving. I nearly swallowed my tongue as I watched my cock move out of Bob’s ass then sink back in. I had thought seeing Bob all laid out on the bed was hot.

This was hotter.

Bob’s body seemed to swallow me up every time I thrust into the man, squeezing me and massaging me as if that alone could get me off. It just might. I had never felt anything like it in my life. I’d had my share of lovers and one-night stands in the past, but nothing had ever prepared me for this.

The more I moved, the louder Bob became. There seemed to be a direct connection to Bob’s cries and the force of my thrusts. I went with it, grabbing his hips and pounding into the man as fast and as hard as I could. The sounds of Bob’s cries mingled with the sound of our bodies slapping together.

It was heaven to my ears.

I knew I was close, but I’d be damned if I’d come before my mate did. I hunched over Bob and reached under him to grab his cock. I started jerking Bob’s cock to the rhythm of my thrusts.

“Come for me, baby,” I said.

My fangs dropped down. I turned my head and bit into Bob’s shoulder, hard, permanently cementing the bond between us. Bob screamed and shot all over my hand. The scent of his spunk wafted into the air, filling my senses. I growled and thrust into Bob’s tight ass one last time.

My fangs sank further into Bob’s shoulder as my orgasm hit me with the force of a freight train. I felt my dick thicken, forming a knot and locking me inside of my mate.

It was a foreign feeling as panthers could only knot their true mates, but it was one I thoroughly enjoyed. I felt every shudder of Bob’s body, each little quake extending my orgasm until it stretched on for minutes.

I shuddered as a slight coppery taste filled my mouth as I withdrew my teeth and licked at the bite mark I had left. It would scar. The deeper the bite, the deeper the scar. It was a deep bite. I winced when I got a good look at it.

Fuck!

I had been pretty rough with Bob. I might even have left bruises on Bob’s hips with how hard I was gripping them. I hoped not. I knew I would be devastated if I hurt my mate.

Once the knot went down, I carefully pulled free of Bob’s body and then reached down onto the floor to grab a shirt. I cleaned Bob up, then myself before dropping the shirt back onto the floor. I collapsed down on the mattress next to Bob and pulled the smaller man into my arms.

I was still reeling from the orgasm that had racked my body, hitting every nerve and taking me to heights of ecstasy I had never felt before. My muscles felt as if I had just run a marathon. I just wanted to lie there with my claimed mate wrapped up in my arms and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.

For the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt content.





Chapter Three


Bob



I could feel the morning sun steaming through the space in the curtains and shining down on my skin. I stretched my arms over my head and immediately winced when a sore spot on my shoulder pulled.

I must have slept wrong.

Wait.

I distinctly remember putting pajamas on and then eating a pint of ice cream the previous night. How could the sun be beating down on my skin if I was in my pajamas?

And where was my cat?

I opened my eyes expecting to see Mustachio stretched out on the bed next to me. The smoky gray eyes staring back at me did not belong to my furry fuzz-ball.

“Hello.”

It seemed like the polite thing to say.

A smile crossed the man’s face.

Or was that a smirk?

“Hello,” he replied in the deepest whiskey voice I had ever heard. I was glad I was covered by the blankets, or I would have been horribly embarrassed when my cock started to firm up.

I stared for another moment, ’cause damn, how could I not? He was gorgeous. His hair was dark and short, but it just gave more emphasis to his stormy gray eyes.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Shade.” The man’s eyes twinkled when he chuckled. What I had thought was a turbulent storm of gray turned into sparkling stars.

Oh boy.

“You’re the guy from the cafe.”