Authors: Anh Leod
FireWolf (3 page)
She bit his shoulder. “Tease!”
He thrust against her thigh, not inside her as she wanted.
“Just warming up.”
“Damn you!” Her fingers left his ass and tickled up the
sides of his torso.
He twisted. “None of that.” His mouth left her breast and
found her neck.
When she tossed her head back, he grabbed her hips and
slammed home inside her in one fast motion.
Instantly, her body clenched around him and she fell apart,
undulating helplessly. His strong grip kept her in place when her arms dropped
from his body as she lost herself in orgasm.
When she came back to herself, her face was resting on his
biceps. She thought she’d been drooling.
“That’s the first one,” he muttered and pulled out just
enough to make her gasp before he moved deep.
She found her strength again and reached under his arms then
locked her fingers around his shoulders, molding her body to his. Sweat glued
them together and their scents comingled, creating a counterpoint to the
surprisingly good dinner smells.
But she couldn’t get enough of him here. Her skin had been
drowning in sensation from the breast binder before and now she needed more
skin contact, more pressure, more cock. She widened her thighs in an attempt to
take more of him. The edge of the sink dug into her thighs, creating an
exquisite pain that sent her another level higher.
Helpless, her body let go again and she lost her grip on his
shoulders as her pussy clenched around him, releasing even more of her cream.
He changed his angle and lifted her body, pulling her against him as he thrust.
“Fuck me!” She rocked her hips against his, still in the
throes of an intense orgasm.
“Second,” he said.
“I can’t come again. Blow your mind, Smokie. Fuck me like
you want to.”
“Liar.”
She bit back a gasp when he pulled her away from the sink
and turned, pressing her into the refrigerator. The vinyl let out a moan of
protest as she crashed against it, the cool surface along her back making her
shiver. The contrast between temperatures did things to her insides and she
realized he was right. She had another orgasm in her.
Her hair tangled in the magnets high on the refrigerator
when her head fell back. Smokie found her neck with his tongue and teeth,
sucking and kissing until she knew she’d have marks the next day. She dug her
fingers into his back and locked her legs around his waist. His cock never left
her pussy. Her heels rocked against his taut ass. She pressed her knees toward
the floor, trying to take more of him, devour the pleasure he offered. Her
tender breasts were pressed so tightly against him that she could hardly
breathe. The lack of oxygen made her even hotter.
Just when she thought she could hold on no longer, he jerked
hard inside her and his knees buckled. As she felt his release, her body
followed his as if their pleasure was linked. Her pussy spasmed repeatedly and
she slid down the refrigerator until they both landed on the floor, him on his
knees and her on her ass.
His lips met hers in another mind-blowing kiss. Magnets
pinged on the floor as they fell around them and to the left a beeper sounded
insistently.
“I guess we’re finished cooking,” Olivia said, pulling away
and resting her head on his shoulder.
“Stick a fork in me, I’m done,” Smokie agreed.
Chapter Two
Smokie opened his car door for Olivia. She looked fantastic
tonight, a decade younger than her true age, flashing slim legs under a yellow
sundress patterned with crystals around the neckline. He wondered if she ever
dressed down, even owned a pair of jeans, but her girly and romantic style sure
appealed to him.
As they walked under a streetlight on the way to the
Brotherhood’s restaurant, the light caught her crystals, making it seem as
though she wore a necklace of stars. She had on no other jewelry, he noted, not
even at her ears.
He grabbed her hand, pulled her toward him in a dance-style
twirl that made her laugh then wrapped his arms around her.
“Feeling frisky?”
He blew into her right ear then licked his way to her
downy-soft earlobe and sucked gently on it. The way she wriggled made his cock
hard. “Always, where you’re concerned.”
She shook her head and pulled away. “It’s just a fling,
Smokie.”
He turned her. “Don’t you want me showing you how excited
you make me?”
“Of course, just don’t use words like always. I know what
this is.”
“No one is saying how long it’s going to last.”
She nodded, bit her lip. “Right. Let’s live in the moment.”
“I wasn’t doing anything else, despite my choice of words. I
can’t help having a crush on you ever since I sprouted my first pubic hair.”
The streetlight gleamed against her white teeth as she
laughed.
He was glad the moment had lightened. He ushered her into
the restaurant, which served the community, not just his pack, though it was
closed each full moon for their private parties. The Brotherhood, unlike the
nearby Legion pack, could change at any time, but that didn’t stop them from
honoring their ancient ways with a full-moon ceremony and pack run.
Olivia’s chest rose and fell as they seated themselves at a
two-top behind a large ficus tree. He couldn’t help noticing her nipples were
hard.
“It smells amazing in here. I’ve eaten their takeaway
numerous times, but never sat down.”
“You won’t regret it.”
A pretty young cousin of Asta’s came and took their order
for a meal of
dolmades
and lamb. For dessert, she suggested
amygdalopita
,
a nut cake.
Smokie only picked at his meal, distracted by both the sight
of beautiful Olivia and the question of what she really thought about him. He
had wondered what kind of woman propositioned a firefighter out of the blue
like that, but she had called him later, so he had guessed she wanted a
relationship with him. Now, he wasn’t so sure. He knew he shouldn’t care, not
when he’d happily taken what she offered from the start, as if she were just
some hose bunny, but he’d always turned down the groupies before this.
Maybe the real problem was, he didn’t do meaningless flings.
He preferred the girls who were really into him, the ones who cared if he
called or not. Really, he’d only dated five or six girls in his life because he
did relationships. Serial monogamy, his mother called it, but he’d been happy
enough. Both the enjoyment of long-term closeness then the thrill of the chase
again when things got too staid. Olivia was probably his only long-term crush.
He’d pursued and won everyone else who had gotten his dick hard.
“Fantastic,” Olivia praised, setting her fork down on the
empty plate of
amygdalopita
. “I’d only had baklava before, but this was
well worth ordering. Sorry I ate it all.”
Smokie leaned across the table and wiped a stray streak of
whipped cream from her cheek. “You’re sweet enough for me.”
As Olivia’s hand moved under the table toward his button
flap and gave his cock a quick, naughty squeeze, he saw Barkley enter the
restaurant with his wife. The pack seer grinned and nodded when he saw Smokie
then winked.
“I’m glad you called,” Olivia said. “This was fun.”
It seemed the seer approved of Smokie’s date. He had never
done so before, even when Smokie dated within the pack. He wondered what the
approval meant as he smiled back at Olivia.
He paid their bill over her protest then they left, holding
hands. When they were safely outside, he said, “I couldn’t help noticing that
you didn’t wear a bra tonight.”
He watched gleefully as her nipples pebbled and protruded
against her dress in response.
She narrowed her eyes. “This has enough support and I’m not
large.”
“No toys tonight? But you have your own way of doing
things.” He pressed her up against the wall of the building next to the parking
lot and found her nipples with his fingers. “Hold on, I feel something.”
She grinned when he found the silver chain under her dress
that linked the nipple clamps which easily adjusted to her comfort level. He
considered raising the rings that would tighten the clamps, but he knew she was
new to nipple bondage, had tried it just for him. The thought got him so hot he
wanted to impale her on his cock instantly.
“Are you trying to make me crazy?”
“I went shopping in Seattle,” she said. “You can find all
kinds of stuff in the big city.”
He tugged gently at the chain. He watched the skin above her
neckline redden and she wriggled her hips. “Bet you’re bare-assed under that
dress, too.”
In response, she lifted the front of her skirt. No one but
him would be able to see that she wasn’t wearing panties. He bit back a groan
and found her lips with his. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was one
of the Brotherhood, considering how free she was with her body.
“You make me insane with lust,” he muttered.
She kissed his jaw, licked his neck. “I’m so wet. Let’s do
it right here, okay?”
Smokie felt his shorts dampen as pre-cum leaked from his
cock. “Anyone might pull up. We’re in a parking lot!”
“Better do it fast then.” She grabbed for his belt.
He let her have her way. Who was he kidding? She was a
freaking miracle. Thankfully he had a condom in his back pocket. When she had
his cock free, he rolled it on and hiked her right leg to his waist so he could
access her slit.
He rubbed along her labia with his cock. She was as wet as
she’d claimed and he pressed into her, found her cunt and slid home.
She muffled her cry of pleasure against his neck as he
seated himself fully. He didn’t pause or her give her time to accommodate him,
simply took his pleasure exactly as he wanted—hard and fast. Her hips met his
with every hungry thrust. He felt fine muscle tremors under the hand he used to
keep her leg hiked.
The scent of them mingling was more of an aphrodisiac than
the risk of them being caught. He wanted to last, but the feeling of her hot
cunt trailing cream across his naked thighs made his balls tighten.
His hips ratcheted up their rhythm. Olivia’s breath came in short
bursts and she murmured something he was too focused to understand. Behind
them, headlights flashed as a car pulled into the parking lot. He gripped her
free hand in his and pumped once, twice, a third time, desperate to complete
his mission before they were interrupted.
She let out a low, shrill sound. “You have to help me.”
He let go of her hand and reached between their bodies,
finding her slick nub. His fingers circled it then pressed. Her hips jerked
then she sighed audibly and he felt a fresh release of her cream as her cunt
milked him.
Stars flared in his darkened vision as he lost control,
thrusting helplessly, deep inside her cunt. The tension broke as he found his
release, jetting cum. While he panted, doors slammed nearby. He wished he could
make them invisible.
He heard a low chuckle and a man’s voice saying, “Fuck,
people. Get a room.”
Olivia buried her head in his shoulder. He released her leg
and cradled her face, hoping the passersby couldn’t see enough to identify her.
She was gasping by the time they were gone. “That was really
close, huh?”
“It excited you when the car came,” he observed.
She grinned, speaking between breaths. “It all excited me.
You seeing the nipple clamps, the feel of the cold wall on my ass, the
lights—as if we were going to get caught.”
“We did get caught.”
“Not in any meaningful way, like being recognized.”
“Maybe, maybe not. I guess we’ll find out.”
“At least we weren’t near a streetlight.”
“Noticed that, did you? I thought you were all about the
danger. First the breakroom, now this.”
She stroked his face. “Are you irritated?”
He wrapped the condom in his restaurant receipt and stuffed
it into his pocket then pulled his pants up and fixed her skirt. “Not at all, I
just want to be clear about what really turns you on.”
“Really?” She reached into her dress and removed the clamps
and chain, moaning a bit as her blood flow rearranged itself.
“Sure, gives me more ideas about how to seduce you.” He
waggled his brows.
“I like a little bit of risk,” she said slowly. “I’m not so
in to beds. They remind me of duty sex.”
“Duty sex?”
She made a face. “You know, the kind you don’t really want.
I was married for twelve years to Mister Tuesday-And-Saturday-Without-Fail,
always in bed, on my back.”
“At least we’re killing your pattern.”
She laughed. “You have no idea.”
“Are you going to wear that nipple chain again for me?”
“You’ll have to call and find out.”
“Can I put in an order? I liked the binders too.”
“Call and find out,” she repeated.
After Smokie dropped Olivia at home, he still felt as though
he was going out of his mind with sexual energy. He simply couldn’t get enough
of her and that need disturbed him enough that he declined her invitation to
come inside for another round.
He parked his car at the firehouse and shifted in the
darkest shadow of the building then set out for a run. The night wind felt
glorious whistling past his muzzle and a sniff of the air brought news of his
pack. He wasn’t the only one running tonight.
In a clearing, he trotted toward his clan mates, tail held
high. He shared sniffs with the two young females playing there then allowed
them to rub his head with theirs. One brown-and-gray beauty had just licked his
muzzle when two large males bounded into view. Duke and Shamsky. He’d
interrupted a date. His theory was reinforced when his buddies bowed to the
females. Yeah, they were both hoping to get some. He couldn’t blame them, since
he’d had some incredible sex tonight himself.
Pretending to scent prey, he howled a greeting and bounded
off as the males pranced around the females. Truth be told, he only smelled
mice. Luckily he wasn’t hungry.