30. Serena
It’s still dark out when I wake up, either early morning or late night, and I startle at my surroundings. The first thing I notice is that I’m not in my bed, nestled in my crisp white sheets and heavy comforter. The second thing I notice is that there is a staggering amount of heat coming from beneath me, like a furnace has been placed in the bed and is warming me from the outside in. And the third and most obvious thing I notice as I slowly drift into the world of the living is that there is a very thick erection pressed against my thigh and an extraordinarily skilled finger dancing between my legs.
“Oh,” I breathe out, hitting Wolf with my morning breath as he delves into me, taking one digit and burying it in my pussy. His motions are lazy and unhurried like he has all the time in the world to play my body like his favorite instrument. I wasn’t sure what I would get this morning, the stoic version of Wolf or the side of him that’s more open to exploring the possibility of us. Last night, he said a lot of things, a lot of words that made me believe that he is slowly accepting facts we cannot change. Facts like our ages, our experiences, and the undeniable chemistry we have. I have no idea where this will go, if this is something viable, or if this is just a fling to round out the end of my collegiate years, but I’m determined to enjoy it while it lasts.
Wolf adds another finger, stretching me wider before scissoring his fingers inside me and rubbing against my walls. Laying half on top of him with my leg hitched up around his waist, I don’t have much leverage to move or add friction to my clit, something I desperately need to come. He must sense my agitation because he holds me tighter, pinning me to his body in a vice that prevents any small movements I would have made.
“Wolf,” I groan, sliding one hand down from where it rests on his chest and trying to worm it between our bodies.
“Stop rushing, princess. Let me take care of you.” Wolf’s voice halts my progress, and I turn my face up, glaring at him through my lashes.
“You woke me up with your finger inside of me. How did you expect me to respond?”
“Exactly like this.” He pauses, a deep chuckle breaking from his mouth. “I like seeing you desperate for my cock, Serena. It’s fucking hot.”
“Yeah, well, good for you,” I mumble, squeezing my muscles together and gripping the fingers playing between my legs.
“So impatient,” he clucks, resuming his leisurely caress. I’m about to scream in frustration when he finally pulls out and lifts me off of him. Looking over, I see him reach for the condoms in his nightstand drawer, tearing one of the tiny foil packets from the strip.
He tears the wrapper and rolls it on, taking no more than two seconds to sheathe himself. I move to my back, expecting him to climb on top of me, but instead, he reaches for me and deposits me on top of him, facing away in a reverse cowgirl position.
“You don’t want to get on top?” I ask, pressing back against him.
“You like the clit stimulation,” he explains, lifting my hips until I’m hovering above him.
Looking over my shoulder, I furrow my brows. “How did you—”
“How did I know that you come when I rub against your clit? The wetness between your thighs is a good indicator, princess. Plus, you make these breathy moans every time you come.”
No other man has paid attention to the needs or cues of my body before; granted, my other sexual experiences were never intimate, almost sterile in their execution. With Wolf, I’m slowly learning that he’s both observant and considerate, though his outward appearance screams brutality and fierceness.
Guiding my hips down, Wolf helps me lower myself onto his cock, slowly easing himself inside until he’s buried and hitting nerve receptors that I never knew existed. He shifts behind me, and suddenly, I feel his chest against my back, filling me with his scent, his presence, and his cock.
“Lean into me, princess. Let me do the work this time,” he orders softly, making the statement sound more like a question, though I’m not deceived. I relax against him, letting my body go pliant.
The hold on my hips is gentle, his fingers gripping only as hard as he needs to, and he controls each press and pull of our bodies. Tilting my head back, I sink further into him, the fullness of his cock a welcome intrusion as he continues to stretch me and move us in a lazy rocking motion, back and forth, back and forth, until one of the hands at my hips sneaks to my clit, rubbing it in tandem with his thrusts.
“Yes, Wolf,” I moan, gripping the hand at my hip.
“Come on my cock, Serena. Let me feel you break apart, princess.”
“Faster,” I pant, my voice barely audible over the blood rushing to my head. “Please, faster, Wolf.” He doesn’t hesitate to give me what I ask for and starts moving me faster, rubbing my clit in hard, firm circles until an orgasm crashes into me, forcing me to spasm above him. Like a detonator, my release triggers Wolf, and he stills my body, forcing my hips down as his cock jerks into me, emptying inside the condom until we’re both sweaty and spent.
I try to roll off him to catch my breath and my bearings, but he pulls out and clutches me tighter, turning us until we’re on our sides and he’s spooning me from behind. Maybe it’s the exhaustion from three orgasms, or maybe it’s how comfortable I feel wrapped in his arms, but I close my eyes and surrender to the sleep that tugs on me.
Wolf:
“Shit, shit, shit. Wolf, wake up. We need to go.”
It’s too early for this shit. “Go back to bed, Serena.” I roll over, grab a pillow, and put it over my head. As soon as it’s in place, Serena yanks it out of my hold and throws it down. “Serena, what the hell?”
“I have a tutoring session in an hour. I need to get home, get changed, and then meet my student in the library.”
“For fuck’s sake. Why would you schedule a session on a Friday morning?”
“Because it’s my job and I needed to fit it in before class. Now, up. You need to drive me home now. Do you have an extra toothbrush? You know what? It’s fine. I’ll use my finger.”
“Under the sink,” I grumble, running a hand over my face to wipe the sleep from my eyes. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I look at the time and scowl at the hour. “It’s six in the morning.
“I have an appointment at seven-thirty,” she calls out, sounding disgustingly awake. She walks back into my room, shoes in hand, and leans over to slip them on. “Don’t yell at me; you’re reminding me a lot of Celeste right now.”
“I’m nothing like my cousin.”
She pauses in her motions and lifts her head, tilting it up at me with an amused expression on her face. “You are exactly like your cousin, especially, it seems, when it comes to sleeping. The first time I woke her up, I thought she was going to attack me with some jiu-jitsu move.”
“Don’t be dramatic.”
“I’m not. Now get up, seriously. I need to go.”
Hauling myself up, I shake my head and make my way into the bathroom, the scowl still on my face as I go. I rush through my morning routine, not bothering with a shower and instead opting for cool water on my face and a quick brush of my teeth. I’m back in my bedroom and dressing in a fresh pair of jeans and hoodie within five minutes, though, with Serena, you’d think I spent an hour primping myself in the bathroom. Her foot taps anxiously against the floor, and I feel her anxiety seeping into my bones.
“Would you calm down? It’s been five minutes.”
“I haven’t said anything.”
I roll my eyes, unable to stop myself. “You’re tapping your foot like you’re timing me. I’m ready. Let’s go.” Standing up, I slip into my sneakers and walk toward Serena. Before I let her walk through my door, I cage her against the wall, pressing my body against hers. “You need to learn patience, princess.”
“Yeah, well, you need to learn how to hurry up.” Leaning down, I capture her lips in a light kiss and trail my hand down her side, squeezing her ass before pushing off the wall.
“Come on. I’ve been waiting for you.”
She sputters, her face going red at the taunt. “Asshole,” she mutters before slipping past me and stomping to the door.
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The drive to Serena’s place is quick, taking less than thirty minutes to deliver her to the front of her building.
“Thank you for bringing me home. I’ll text you later. Okay, bye,” she rushes out, swinging the door open and hopping out of the cab of my truck before I’m able to string two words together. Shaking my head, I get out of my truck and round the front, eating up the distance between her fleeing form and mine.
Grabbing her hand, I stop her mid-jog. “You can thank me properly, Serena.”
“Wolf, I don’t have time for this,” she huffs, pulling at my hold.
“You’re wasting more time, princess. Kiss me goodbye.”
“Did you get a personality transplant overnight? I distinctly remember you telling me to stop kissing you not too long ago.”
“Serena,” I growl.
“Fine.” She throws herself at me, pulling my neck down at the same time she leans up to press her lips against mine. It’s a quick kiss, but anytime her lips are on mine, it’s fucking euphoric.
“Good girl. I’ll call you later. I’m not going to be able to see you much before the fight; I have training and clients in between. We’ll plan for your tattoo the first week of March, okay? You should be fully healed by then.”
She steps back, releasing her hold on my neck and nods, looking a little unsteady. “Okay, that’s no problem.”
“Hey,” I start, stepping forward to grip her chin and tilt her face up. “I’ll see you at my fight, right?”
She nods, her head guiding my hand up and down. “Of course. I’ll be there with Celeste, Ava, and the guys.”
“Good. Make sure you stay with them while I’m in the cage. My parents and other cousins will be there, too. So will Trent and Aubs.”
“Oh, your parents?”
I smile at the nervousness that flits across her face. “Yeah, my parents. That a problem for you, sweetheart?”
This time, she shakes her head, moving my hand from side to side. “Of course not. But Wolf, I really need to go.”
“Okay.” I lean down, grazing her lips one final time before stepping back and dropping my hand from her chin. “Call me tonight.”
“Bye, Wolf.”
I watch her spin and run across the pavement; something in my chest shifts at her retreat. I don’t analyze it too closely, but I do know that I can’t fucking wait to see her again.