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Bailey
I fly out of bed the moment I hear the window slide in the hinges. I left it open, as Cole demanded. Even though we’ve already done everything, my heart flutters in my chest and I’m insanely nervous.
And not about my mom catching us, although that would be beyond awkward, too.
No, I’m just nervous about seeing Cole again. It’s been sixteen hours since I last saw him. Since he took my virginity in every way possible.
Cole slides through the window with more grace than a guy his size should have. “Hey,” he breathes. It’s barely a whisper. He slides the window shut again but leaves the curtains open. The moon is still full, flooding the room with pale blue light. He’s shirtless, wearing nothing but his jeans. No shoes on his feet. He’s even more beautiful now that I know what he is.
“Hey,” I whisper back.
He takes in my tiny pajamas–a tank top and boy shorts that I outgrew a couple years ago but keep wearing because they’re insanely soft and comfortable. It’s dark in my room, but I actually see his eyes change color as he reaches for me. He picks me up by the waist, lifting me into the air with apparently zero effort.
“You have wolf-eyes.” I touch his face with my fingertips. It’s crazy how the gesture feels so intimate.
This boy was untouchable to me just a few weeks ago. Unreachable. So hard and protected.
He carries me to my bed and drops me onto it, climbing over me. “I jacked off three times before coming so I wouldn’t be too horned up.” His lips are at my neck, soft voice gravelly. “Are you still sore, babygirl?”
“Yeah,” I admit, but I don’t want it to stop him. “I don’t care,” I say.
He bites my neck, drags his open mouth down to my shoulder and breathes deeply. “You smell like…”
“What?”
He laughs. “I don’t know. Goodness. Like a warm glazed donuts with a tall glass of milk.”
I laugh silently against his hard shoulder. He slides one large palm up the inside of my tank and cups my breast. His cock–already thick–surges against my leg.
He runs a thumb over my nipple, teasing it into a tighter peak.
“Cole,” I murmur.
“No screaming my name this time, Pink.”
Right. Quiet.
He moves his other hand to cover my mouth and shoves my shirt up to expose my breast. Lowering his head, he takes the stiff nipple between his lips.
My pussy clenches, hips bucking against his thick thigh. I grind over it, panting.
There’s something ten times dirtier about having sex when you have to be quiet. When your mom is in the house and a boy shouldn’t be in your room. I’m aroused beyond belief, excited and nervous and trembly everywhere.
Cole Muchmore is in my bed!
My. Bed.
It seems unfathomable, and yet here he is, his clean soap scent up in my nostrils, his hard muscles shifting over me.
He scoots to the side of me and slides his hand down between my legs, removing the other one from my mouth.
I squeeze my thighs together around it, gasping at the shock of sensation. He just cups me, the warmth of his fingers turning everything to hot liquid.
“You want my mouth here?” he whispers.
I shake my head, afraid it will all be too much. “I’ll scream,” I tell him.
His smile is feral. “No screaming, Pink.” He picks up both my hands and crosses them over my mouth like the “speak no evil” figure. “Stay quiet,” he mouths, then scoots lower.
I shiver as he pulls down my pajama shorts. I have no panties on underneath.
Cole rears back like he saw a snake, covering his mouth with his hand. His eyes glow pure amber.
I reach my fingers down to touch my pussy. “You like it?” I whisper. I shaved for him today–shaved the whole thing bare.
His hand shakes a little as he lowers it from his mouth and brings his thumb to stroke over my slit. “You did this for me?” It’s more than a whisper. A hoarse, quiet, strangled sound.
I nod, eyes locked on his. My hands are still glued over my mouth. I love seeing my effect on him. Love watching him struggle for control.
He shakes his head, mock warning written all over his face. This is the Cole who makes the football fans go wild. “I’m gonna make you come so hard, babygirl.” He says it like it’s a punishment.
A giant shiver runs through me. Or was that a mini-orgasm? I really have no clue. All I know is that I’m trembling right down to my toes, heat and an itchy need making me roll my hips on the bed.
Cole hooks his hands under my knees and pushes them up toward my shoulders. I buck against his hold, embarrassed at how exposed the position is. Of course, I can’t get away–not that I really wanted to. Cole takes a long lick, from anus to clit. I shiver and squirm. He continues, prying open my nether lips with his tongue, tracing the insides. He flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit, then penetrates me with his tongue.
The whole time my belly shudders with each breath. I’m ready to combust. I clamp my fingers over my mouth even tighter.
Cole starts sucking down there. Over my clit, I guess. I don’t know. All I know is I want more. Need more. I’m freaking desperate for more.
Cole lifts his head, his lips glossy with my juices. He pushes one of my hands over my mouth, so it hits my nose and covers my nostrils. “Hold your breath.”
Hold my breath?
Right. People are into strangulation during orgasm. Is that what he wants? I cover my nostrils along with my mouth, holding my breath.
After five seconds, the sensations are crazy-good. Over-the-top. Way too much. Cole screws two fingers into me and starts pumping. I explode. I throw my hands off my mouth and draw in a gasping breath as my eyes roll back in my head and my body convulses in the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had.
It lasts forever. Or a minute. I’m not sure. All I know is I’m still twitching and whimpering when Cole tugs me back to the center of the bed and pins my hands beside my head. He kisses me–a hot open-mouthed kiss that tastes of my juices.
Another tremor runs through me. An after-shock. I’m limp as a ragdoll. I don’t know how I managed not to scream my lungs out, because I feel like I nearly lost my mind.
“I need to fuck you, Bailey. Please say I can fuck you.”
I love seeing Cole so ragged. So beyond need.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He slides off the bed to shuck his jeans, yanking a condom from the back pocket before he drops them to the floor. He snaps open the foil pack and rolls the condom on quickly. “Tell me if my eyes turn wolfy again, okay?” he whispers, rolling the condom in place.
I stare, still not used to the sight of a naked guy. Especially not one as utterly ripped and beautiful as Cole. “Why?” I whisper back.
“I don’t want to lose control. You know, the moon pull is still strong.” He tosses a glance over his shoulder at the window.
I don’t actually know, but I’m fascinated. I file that away as something to ask more about later. When my brain functions again. And there’s not a huge hot wolf-boy crawling over me.
“This time I want to see your face.”
Right. Because he popped my cherry from behind last night, perverted boy that he is.
Cole rubs the head of his cock over my slick pussy. The tissues are still tender, but it also feels so good. So right. I tip my pelvis up to invite him in. He slides his thumb in my mouth at the same moment he spears me, muffling my cry.
I wince and he stops immediately. “Okay, Pink? Too sore?” He removes his thumb from my mouth so I can answer.
I shake my head. “Don’t stop,” I whisper hoarsely.
He closes his eyes with what seems to be relief and eases back, then pushes home again. “Pink, you’re like a fucking addiction.” He opens his eyes again and gazes down at me. “Since the day you moved in, I wanted to get between these pale legs of yours.” He scoops under my knees, lifting my legs into the air. The position allows him to get deeper and I forget about the twinges of pain, pleasure carrying me away.
“Could’ve fooled me,” I manage to say, although my ability to concentrate is slipping.
He starts to fuck me harder. “Yeah it pissed me off. I didn’t want to get a boner every time I looked at you prancing around in those little mini-dresses.”
I giggle. “I don’t prance.”
He slams in harder, holding my legs to keep me from sliding away. “I’ll make you prance, Bails. I’ll fuck you so good you forget how to walk.”
I believe him.
It’s only my second time, but I’m already coming down off one orgasm and cresting to the next one. I had no idea sex was this good.
His eyes take on a yellow glow.
“I see your wolf,” I whisper.
“I can’t help it,” he whispers back through clenched teeth, his fingers tightening around my legs with bruising force. He slams into me so deep I swear he’ll split me open. I’m afraid the sound of our flesh slapping together will wake my mom. His exhales are harsh and ragged.
I’m already starting to clench and squeeze around his cock.
“That’s right, Pink. Come all over my dick. Come now.”
I don’t know if it’s because he said it. I don’t think so–I was already going to come, but suddenly I’m flying over the top, my muscles spasming, my knees clamping tight around his torso, my ass lifting in the air to take him as deep as I can.
He shakes his head back and forth, eyes squeezed tight, teeth bared. No sound comes from his throat other than the harsh breathing of an athlete crossing the finish line. He slams in deep and stays.
I cry out, but he smothers my mouth with his, swallowing the sounds. His kiss is rough and cruel, the way it’s always been between us. I revel in it. He doesn’t stop kissing. It goes on and on as he settles into the cradle of my legs, his thick manhood pulsing inside me, occasionally thrusting deeper and retreating.
“Cole,” I whimper when he finally comes up for air. It’s a broken syllable because he broke me.
In the best possible way. I’m boneless. Made of rubber. Floppy as a rag doll. And so warm and sated. I loop my arms around his neck wanting to pull him down to sleep with me.
“Babygirl, if I lie down with you, I’ll fall asleep and then your mom will be calling the cops when she finds me here in the morning.” He nips my neck. “I don’t want to go, but I’d better.”
My rebellious next door neighbor is actually way more responsible than he lets on.
“‘Kay.”
He pulls out and removes the condom. “I want you every night,” he says.
“Demanding,” I observe.
“Leave that window open for me, Pink.” An order, just like he ordered me to his football game.
I don’t answer, watching him struggle to figure out what to do with the used condom.
“Wrap it in some kleenex and throw it in the trash.” I tell him. He grins at me and does, then pulls on his jeans.
“I hope I didn’t keep you up too late.” He comes over and kisses me on the lips–boyfriend style, not brutal. But then he bites my lower lip and I scratch that observation. “See you tomorrow, Pink.”
He pushes my window open and vaults through with total ease. “Leave your shades open,” he commands. “I want to watch you sleep.”
It’s not something to melt over, but I do. I totally do.
Cole Muchmore changed my life this weekend. I will never, ever be the same. I close my eyes, still smiling, and jerk back to full consciousness a moment later when my phone beeps with an incoming text from Cole.
Goodnight, Pink. You’re my addiction. Thanks for the fix.
I look out my window in the direction of his and smile. Goodnight, wolf-boy.
(c) Renee Rose September 2019
