Carter's Tryck [Brac Pack 17] by Lynn Hagen Page A

couldn’t get the buttons to cooperate on his shirt. His mate brushed his hands aside, having him naked from the waist up in record time.
    “What if someone sees us?” Carter asked nervously.
    “Then I will gouge their eyes out for looking at your pretty little ass.” Tryck unsnapped Carter’s pants, letting them pool at his ankles.
    “Step out of them.”
    Carter did, standing there afraid one of the shifters on patrol would catch them. Tryck held his arms out and Carter climbed onto the front of the bike, straddling his mate. It felt strange being naked when Tryck wasn’t.
    He gulped when Tryck pulled a thin leather strap from his jacket pocket. “Give me your hands.”
    What was his mate planning on doing? Carter gave Tryck his trembling hands, watching as Tryck tied them together. Oh hell, all he needed was chocolate right now and this would be perfect. “What are you doing?”
    “Relax, gatito . I will not harm you.” Carter knew that much, he was just curious. “W–What’s that?” he asked when Tryck pulled something else from his leather jacket.

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    “Your pleasure. Now lean forward.” His mate pulled him until Carter was leaning over his mate’s left knee. He bit his bottom lip when he felt cool gel slick his hole. Tryck spread it around, pushing his fingers inside.
    “Relax,” Tryck repeated, and then Carter felt something other than fingers enter him. He leaned further into his mate, giving Tryck more room to do whatever he was doing. Carter stiffened when a humming vibration began in his hole.
    “T–Tryck.”
    “I have you.” Tryck caressed his back, pushing the device in and out of him. Carter closed his eyes, rocking back and forth as the thing inside of him hit that sweet spot, sending his lust higher.
    The feeling of steel between his legs, the hard device humming away in his ass, and the texture of denim under his arms sent Carter over the edge. He cried out as he came, his ass clenching around the vibrations, sending him even higher.
    “That’s my kitten, come for me.” Tryck thrust the thing harder, spreading his ass cheeks wide.
    “The…you…ung.” Carter couldn’t get his mind to work. His brain had melted, and his synaptic gaps were misfiring as his orgasm turned him into mush.
    The hard device was removed, Tryck’s soft fingers replacing it.
    “I’m going to fuck this hot hole of yours.” Carter’s cock was coming back to life at those words. He liked the dirty talk. “Fuck it.”
    Tryck pulled him up, unsnapping his jeans and releasing that gloriously uncut cock of his. Carter tried to wiggle around to take it, but it was impossible in this position and with his hands tied.
    Tryck lifted him up, spinning him around until Carter’s chest rested on the motorcycle, his ass presented to his mate. Tryck pulled Carter down, impaling him. “ Gatito ,” Tryck murmured and then began to move.

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    Carter pushed his feet onto something steel, giving him purchase to slam back onto Tryck’s cock. “Yes, gatito , fuck me.” Encouraged, Carter planted his bound hands on the bike and thrust back harder. His cock was stuck between his belly and the bike, giving him a nice rub-off job. Tryck’s hands ghosted over his back, the feeling of his light touch giving Carter goose bumps.
    “Oh, God, Tryck, I’m gonna come again.” Tryck grabbed Carter’s waist, taking over the thrusting, plowing into him. “You look so good bound,” Tryck grunted.
    Carter’s fingers balled up, his cock exploding at the same time Tryck shouted. His mate pulled Carter’s ass repeatedly down onto his cock, hissing out before slowing down.
    Carter collapsed onto the front of the bike, useless at this point.
    Tryck reached up, untying the leather and rubbing circles around his wrists with his thumbs. “I want to tie you to our bed, watch your eyes glaze as you come for me.”
    “Hush, you’re going to get me hard again. Two is enough.” Tryck chuckled and then