Chapter 11
Cole
Sweet cherries in the spring.
That’s exactly what Clementine tasted like, her pussy so wet and so fragrant her scent lingered in my nostrils. I’d gathered the first hint of her desire at the bar when we’d been discussing music. The topic was the only thing I could remember, although I’d blindly answered her questions.
If you asked me to remember what I’d told her, I’d laugh. Maybe the answers had been truthful. Maybe not. That’s because I’d been forced to rein in my wolf. He’d reared his ugly head for the first time in so long, I couldn’t remember the last time.
Not every encounter with a woman no matter how sexy or beautiful caused him to react.
Maybe he was just picky in determining when he’d awaken from his slumber.
Maybe he’d been bored to death with hooking up.
And this could be called exactly that, although I’d found myself genuinely enjoying her company.
Even if I’d become a horny son of a bitch.
However, the evening certainly hadn’t gone as I’d intended. Of course, I’d wanted to take her out. At first because she’d been the only woman to act completely unfazed by my limited celebrity. Then something had happened. Maybe an awakening when I hadn’t realized what had been going on.
Now that I had her in my hold, or perhaps I should say in my possession, I couldn’t seem to get enough.
“Oh, my God. Oh. My. God.” Her soft voice was more rattled than before, her tight breath sounds an indication I’d startled her. As I’d told her before, I did so enjoy unnerving her and planned on doing more. “This is insane.”
I took a long swipe from top to bottom, savoring the tang on my tongue. “Bad insane or good insane?”
“Wildly good,” she breathed, “incredibly amazing insanity.” As she tossed her head back and forth, I was close to being finished with tender actions. That’s how crazy she made me. We’d already broken a lamp. What else could we smash in our wild foray into sin?
I drove two then three fingers inside while taking her clit into my mouth. As I’d done with her nipples, I taunted her tender tissue, soft at first followed by becoming as rough as humanly possible.
Should I feel guilty for destroying her sexy thong? Maybe. Did I? Hell, no. She looked better with it off. I buried my mouth and nose into her wetness, slowing my actions as I rubbed my tongue across her pussy lips. She was so wet, she was soaking the bedding. Not that I minded.
With a heavy sigh, Clementine arched her back, fisting the comforter as I swiped the tip of my tongue around her clit. Her skin shimmered in the moonlight, making me feel as if this was a mirage. But as her juice trickled down my throat, I knew better. Plus, I was becoming insatiable.
The feel of her skin, the way she’d kissed me back with ferocity had set me on fire. I’d been at the point of losing all control.
While I held her legs, even digging my fingers into her skin, she wasn’t content with remaining still or even in a position.
She bucked against my hold, her rapid breathing increasing.
The feel of having her in my arms was incredible.
Clementine was a complicated woman, acting as if she was tough ninety-nine percent of the time, but I’d seen the nervousness in her eyes.
Did she honestly think she wasn’t absolutely perfect? Everything about her from her rounded hips and full breasts to the way she moved her long legs was enticing.
Any man would be lucky enough to have her in his arms. Hey, for now I was that man. Maybe I should call myself a lucky dog.
I drove my tongue into her pussy, longing to drown in her scent. She bucked and continued to try to roll, even managing to lift her hips, almost tossing me off.
When I took the time to press her hips down, even crawling on further so I could better control her, she offered a surprise.
She jerker up while managing to wrap her legs around my waist. And in a solid wrestling maneuver, she flipped me over until she was straddling my body.
Now we were close to the edge. Whether or not she noticed, she certainly didn’t seem to mind.
With a sly smile that could capture any man’s heart, she rubbed her slickened pussy up and down my already aching cock. I was at the point of ceasing all mental control and just taking her.
Every movement she made could drive a man wild. She knew exactly what she was doing, including when tossing her hair in my face. Did she honestly think she was going to unnerve me? Well, maybe.
She was certainly doing a fine job keeping me hot and horny. Her fingers kneaded my chest while she humped me without having the benefit of her sweet pussy muscles clamping around my dick.
That had to be fixed and soon. But first things first. I needed to wet my whistle and satisfy my salivary glands.
While the friction wasn’t bad, my mind was ready to be blown and my nerves were fraying.
She knew exactly how to keep a man on a short leash, which was something I wasn’t used to at all.
When I’d had enough, I drug my fingers into her hips, yanking her several inches into the air and settling her smack on my face.
Perfect.
“Oh, shit.” Her body swung forward, pitching back and forth as if she would fall off the other side. Not a chance in hell. If she thought I’d let her go, she had another think coming.
My hold was tighter, but there was no desire to concentrate on holding her. I was too busy trying to make her come.
I enjoyed the taste of her, but my main goal was having her explode inside my mouth. And I couldn’t wait to hear her scream, hopefully my name. Wait. She didn’t know my name.
The thought was close to being the funniest damn thing I’d heard in a long time. Of all the names for her to be screaming. I guess it could be worse.
She shifted back and forth, which slickened my entire face. Her aroma alone was keeping me hard as a rock, but being able to thrust my tongue all the way inside was phenomenal.
“Oh, you are crazy. You are such a bad boy.” She was still shaking, her arms flailing.
I continued licking, able to use my thumbs to keep her tight little clit swollen and aching. She’d teased me enough she deserved to feel a little of the pain. What fun would the gain be without it?
With a deep groan, she fisted her face with both hands, tossing her head toward the ceiling. There was something adorable about her body quivering while in my hold. Maybe just seeing how nervous she was had an even more sinful effect.
When she settled down, lowering her arms behind her, I sensed she was turning a corner. She rocked against my face, controlling her breathing while still labored. Wait. Was she humming? I believe she was. Whatever the tune, the rhythm was perfect with my tongue assault.
“Oh, yes. Mmm…” She rubbed the fingers of one hand down her neck and the way she tossed her head from side to side kept my gaze locked on her. What would she do next?
Rock even harder. That was her answer and she could have no idea what she was doing to me. I wasn’t about to allow her to have control even though her body was bucking to the point the headboard was finally hitting the wall.
Damn if this wasn’t the hottest sexual experience I’d ever had.
I could tell the moment, the very second she’d reached the point of no return. Her breathing was little more than polite pants and her sweaty palms were smashed against my chest with her fingernails digging into my skin. I had a feeling I’d be bruised and marked in the morning.
Something to brag about with the guys and with no need to worry about exposing her real identity either. The clever wench had no intentions of indulging me with her real name. I licked furiously, pumping her up and down while using my tongue as a piston.
She became wilder, tossing her hair while shaking more violently. I’d be damned if her actions didn’t increase my heartrate.
As her body began to slow, she threw her head back and gripped my legs. “Yes. Yes. Yes!” I’d never had a woman react so violently and the sound of her voice alone kept me on fire, licking her furiously as her juice slipped into my throat.
The taste of her was even better than before, sweeter, tangier. Utter perfection. I continued licking until she was finally at the point of calming down. As she slowly collapsed on top of me, something happened, the comforter slipping from our actions and suddenly, we were dumped onto the floor.
Legs and arms entwined. My body crushing hers. The slight thud brought a gasp from her throat before we both burst into laughter. We were also tangled in the bedding.
We were both still laughing a full two minutes later, but it finally slowed until the sound disappeared. With both of us still breathing hard, she licked her lips, daring to dart her eyes down my chest.
This time the subtle sound she made was a return to her nervousness. She tentatively reached out, pressing her fingertips against my chest. The touch was so damn electric I sucked in and held my breath.
She gathered more confidence, rubbing her fingers down to my abdomen, even tracing my muscles. “I didn’t know an eight-pack ab existed.”
“Well, I’m a different kind of man.” I wasn’t.
I was one red-blooded all-American boy who just happened to be enhanced by having wolf DNA trapped inside my genetic code.
Maybe she knew that. Maybe she didn’t. It wasn’t unusual for girls to desire hooking up for the single most ridiculous rumor I’d heard since the acknowledgment of our existence.
The rumor we had two dicks instead of one. When that had proven to be false, we’d been wrapped up in determined lies about twenty-inch penises. Yeah, I wasn’t Long Dong Silver. But I held my own.
Evidently, I pleased the gorgeous chick in front of me. I could tell by how her eyes opened wide when she wrapped her fingers around the widest section.
“Well, then,” she muttered. Maybe I’d underestimated myself. Her fingertips didn’t touch.
Bragging rights.