Diego X Swiper Novels & Stories

He numbed the area and, with the precision of the world-class surgeon he was, made a tiny, quarter-inch cut. ​He pulled out a sliver of glass and silicon, no bigger than a grain of rice. It was glowing with a faint, pulsing blue light. ​"A bio-tracker," I whispered. ​"Worse," Julian said, his eyes meeting mine. "It’s a neural bridge. Silas hasn't just been following us, Elowen. He’s been harvesting the data from our 'blood-bond.' He knows exactly how much energy we produce when we touch. He’s been using our intimacy to map the Jump."

I swallowed them to the last drop, and tasted my arousal with his previous load. Diego moved, trapping my top leg on his thigh to open me up. His cockhead was pushing at my entrance teasing then he forced his way in with a single stroke. I gulped, and the walls wrapped round his waist, rounder than ever in this position. He stuffed me to the brim, his balls squashing my ass as he bottomed.

DIEGO “Down it! Down it! Down it!” the circle of teammates surrounding him roared. Diego tipped his head back, draining the final amber drops of the brew before crushing the aluminum in his grip. The Austin Wolves let out a collective howl of approval. He offered a jagged grin, suppressing the bile rising in his throat.