Chapter 6 #3
Once again, he spun us around, picking up speed as I rocked against him. We were two beasts in the wild, my hands exploring his back. My fingernails scratching his skin.
I was certainly leaving him something to remember me by on those cold, lonely late spring days when he was locked inside a Portland ice rink.
With the kiss broken, his hold continued to remain possessive. While I slipped my hand between us, crawling my fingers down his taut abdomen until I was able to wrap my fingers around his thick cock, he dragged his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other.
When he bit my chin, I laughed and twisted my hand around his shaft.
His physical shudder was every bit of encouragement I needed to torment the hell out of him.
I couldn’t believe how thick his dick was, the girth stretching my fingers as his had done with my pussy earlier.
I longed to bring him to the point of madness just like he’d done with me.
The way his dick throbbed in my hand, pulsing in a rapid beat, matched the way my pulse was skyrocketing. Every few seconds, the little voice inside my head reminded me this was very wrong.
He continued exploring, rubbing the rough pads of his fingers down my face while squeezing my butt with his other hand.
Why did I have a feeling if he could smack my buttocks in the water, he would?
I felt his tongue near my ear and while I continued stroking his shaft, creating what I hoped was friction, he nipped my earlobe.
I was out of breath, staring at the stars while sensations rolled through me.
Every time I bucked against him, splashing the water did nothing to cool me off.
I suspected after tonight, the fantasies would roll, nights becoming much more interesting than falling asleep with ESPN on in the background.
Maybe now the extensive collection of sex toys would actually come into some use. Of course I’d need a surrogate after his big, fat cock stretched out my pussy.
With his hand now caressing my jaw, he brought my head down until I was forced to look him directly in the eyes.
He certainly had several sides to him, including the one where I’d known by instinct if the jerk in the corridor hadn’t stopped harassing me, Beck would have provided him with a facial transplant.
He stopped moving and so did I, with the exception of my underwater hand continuing to stroke his shaft before bringing the tip between my legs.
Beck had been fun to toy with, an unexpected pleasure for an assignment I’d thought would be nothing but drudgery. Now look where I was.
I certainly would have difficulty adding any personal views to the article. With a heavy sigh just to keep his attention, I rubbed his cockhead up and down my pussy, biting back a moan. What if someone on the other side of the wall heard me?
Wait a minute. Why in the world would I care?
“Do you think you can handle me?” He nuzzled against my neck, offering me a version of the growl I’d heard in the hallway.
“You tell me.” Since I had my legs wrapped around his waist, once the tip was pushed between my already aching folds, I entwined my feet and pulled our heated bodies closer together.
Between how wet my pussy had been all night and the buoyancy of the water, his cock slid in with ease. Yet my body reacted seconds later, my muscles stretching as another much deeper ache was driven into my system.
The effect was incredible, an entire twilight of stars forming in front of my eyes, which had become saucers.
“Oh. My. God.”
His grin was an indication my response had either pleased or surprised him. Every muscle trembled, every inch of my body plastered with goosebumps.
I clung to him with my nails digging into his skin. Our heavy sighs were combined, but his labored breathing became a symphony of guttural sounds when he pulled out, plunging into me again.
His roughness was on full display, churning the water until waves crashed over our bodies.
The man was in control and I sensed he’d rolled onto the balls of his feet while fucking me.
I’d fantasized about sex in the outdoors before, but this was perfect.
We were protected, the stars shining brightly over our heads and the sensations were completely electric.
I tossed my head from side to side while bucking him like some wild horse. The smile lingered on his face, his eyes as hooded as I’d seen them.
This would go down as one amazing experience. He spun us around in the water, ensuring we were both kept cool. With the way he was holding me, caressing my skin, I could almost believe he cared about me. Nah. This was completely physical, nothing but a blip in time that would never be repeated.
But my memory would keep the sinful filth alive and well.
We kept our eyes locked on one another, lost in the moment. Anyone could be watching or even filming and neither of us would know nor care.
With my core on fire, I lost almost all ability to breathe. And that’s when he crushed his lips over mine as he’d done before.
Only this time was even more possessive, his tongue assaulting mine. He kept us locked together while his stamina continued to build. I’d never felt so fulfilled or so alive and somewhere in the back of my mind, I wished we could do this all night long.
Alas, my body wasn’t interested in what my mind wanted, an orgasm sweeping through me much hotter than before. I threw my head back, my strangled cry filling the night air, floating away with the light breeze.
In the next few seconds, another noise drowned out my sensual roar.
Coyotes.
They weren’t singing in recognition and certainly not in appreciation, the sound now mournful from hearing the strangled, animalic cry of a human who should never attempt to sing.
Which in turn pushed us both into laughter.
That didn’t stop his rough actions or my need to have him fill me.
We continued our primal dance, sloshing water everywhere until I was waterlogged.
But seeing his expression go from being jovial to something highly carnal fueled the current with gasoline.
There was no denying the fire between us as his actions became frenzied, his brutal fucking keeping me on a stark high of ecstasy.
When he finally allowed himself to release, erupting deep inside, I’d be damned if the coyotes didn’t howl again.
For an entirely different reason.
That was the moment I realized not only had I just fucked a tall, dark, and handsome stranger.
I’d also fucked a wolf.