Page 15
Story: Petty AF
Any concerns I had that I was being too demanding evaporated when Deaton responded with a sexy growl, his fingers tightening around my hips.
Spurred by his reaction, I scrambled off his lap and shed the remainder of my clothing. Then I hurried over to the end table to retrieve the lube from the top drawer. Turning back, I froze, my mouth falling open when I found Deaton standing behind me, completely and gloriously naked.
Damn, he was gorgeous. And big. Each hard brick of muscle flexed with every breath he took, and his thick cock jutted proudly from a nest of dark curls. The tips of his canines protruded beneath his top lip, and his dark eyes flared, glowing with a faint, silver light that seemed to penetrate to the depths of my soul.
“You keep lube in the living room?” he asked, arching an eyebrow in question.
“It doesn’t hurt to be prepared,” I snapped, pushing at his chest until he sank onto the couch cushions.
I also had a bottle in the kitchen, both bathrooms, and the garage. Just in case.
Climbing back onto his lap, I flipped the cap open and dribbled the gel over his cock, smearing it along the rigid length with my hand. Deaton growled, his glowing eyes tracking my movements as his fingers bit into my waist.
“Slow down, River.”
I shook my head. “I can’t. Not this time. I’m sorry.”
I didn’t need seduction, flowery words, or poetic declarations. I just needed him.
“Don’t be sorry.” His hold on me gentled as he helped guide me over his hard length. “Take what you need, baby.”
The breath exploded from my chest as I sank onto him, taking him inside me with less care than I probably should have. “Christ, you’re big,” I groaned, my head falling forward to rest against his shoulder when I bottomed out. “Oh, god, I can feel your heart beating inside me. Holy fuck.”
The burn was intense, spreading a wave of heat across my skin, and I trembled as I tried to force my muscles to relax. The bite of pain did nothing to lessen my desire, though. If anything, it only fanned the flames, pushing my need to a fever pitch that seared away all my inhibitions.
Sitting up again, I moved gently, rocking my hips in small increments. After a couple of false starts, the discomfort subsided, leaving only a deep, aching pressure that continued to build when I increased the tempo.
Leaning over him, I grabbed his face in both hands, drinking down his groan as I crushed our mouths together. My tongue moved in tandem with my hips, plunging between his lips to taste and explore. At the same time, I set a relentless pace, rising and falling, taking him deeper with every descent, driving us both toward the edge of no return.
“You are so fucking tight,” Deaton growled. “You feel too good. I’m not going to last.”
“Me, either,” I agreed, feeling the familiar tingle of impending climax. “So close. Fuck me, Deaton.”
Snarling, he locked one arm around my waist and gripped the back of my neck, pulling me down on his cock as he arched his hips. Hard and fast, he drove into me, his grunts and groans joining my cries, pushing us both toward a goal that felt just out of reach.
I sensed it before I felt it, a shift in the air, a change in the vibrations of his tone. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I probably wouldn’t have believed it.
His chest swelled, broadening beneath my hands, and the arm around my torso hardened into a steel band. My legs were pushed wider as his thighs expanded, and when I looked up to meet his gaze, I found his eyes level with my own.
“Don’t be scared,” he said, his voice a dark, sexy growl.
Shaking my head, I reached between us and fisted my erection, jerking myself in time to his demanding thrusts. “I’m not scared.”
With an answering nod, he tangled his fingers in my hair and attacked my mouth in a fervent kiss, nipping my bottom lip, then soothing the sting with his tongue. I wrapped my free handaround the back of his neck, clinging to him, trying to anchor myself, but it was no use.
My stomach tightened, waves of electricity raced down my spine, and I jerked my mouth away to gasp for breath. The next thing I knew, I was falling, drowning, dragged beneath a wave of pleasure so intense I feared I’d never surface.
Tossing my head back, I cried out, my voice echoing through the room as ropes of hot cream jetted from my slit. It coated my hand, my wrist, and splashed over Deaton’s stomach to paint his skin.
His arms tightened, holding me immobile as he pistoned his hips, pumping hard and fast through his own release. Then, with a resounding roar, he stilled and buried his face against the side of my neck, his body rigid as he spilled a river of molten lava into my clenching depths.
Sated and exhausted, I fell against his chest with a contented sigh.
“Wow,” I breathed a few minutes later. “That was intense. And what the hell just happened to your body?” Now that the high had passed, he seemed to be shrinking, returning to his normal size in real time. “Is this a werewolf thing?”
“It’s never happened before.” He sounded slightly concerned about that. “Is it okay?”
I burrowed deeper into his arms and grinned. “It doesn’t hurt you, right?”
Spurred by his reaction, I scrambled off his lap and shed the remainder of my clothing. Then I hurried over to the end table to retrieve the lube from the top drawer. Turning back, I froze, my mouth falling open when I found Deaton standing behind me, completely and gloriously naked.
Damn, he was gorgeous. And big. Each hard brick of muscle flexed with every breath he took, and his thick cock jutted proudly from a nest of dark curls. The tips of his canines protruded beneath his top lip, and his dark eyes flared, glowing with a faint, silver light that seemed to penetrate to the depths of my soul.
“You keep lube in the living room?” he asked, arching an eyebrow in question.
“It doesn’t hurt to be prepared,” I snapped, pushing at his chest until he sank onto the couch cushions.
I also had a bottle in the kitchen, both bathrooms, and the garage. Just in case.
Climbing back onto his lap, I flipped the cap open and dribbled the gel over his cock, smearing it along the rigid length with my hand. Deaton growled, his glowing eyes tracking my movements as his fingers bit into my waist.
“Slow down, River.”
I shook my head. “I can’t. Not this time. I’m sorry.”
I didn’t need seduction, flowery words, or poetic declarations. I just needed him.
“Don’t be sorry.” His hold on me gentled as he helped guide me over his hard length. “Take what you need, baby.”
The breath exploded from my chest as I sank onto him, taking him inside me with less care than I probably should have. “Christ, you’re big,” I groaned, my head falling forward to rest against his shoulder when I bottomed out. “Oh, god, I can feel your heart beating inside me. Holy fuck.”
The burn was intense, spreading a wave of heat across my skin, and I trembled as I tried to force my muscles to relax. The bite of pain did nothing to lessen my desire, though. If anything, it only fanned the flames, pushing my need to a fever pitch that seared away all my inhibitions.
Sitting up again, I moved gently, rocking my hips in small increments. After a couple of false starts, the discomfort subsided, leaving only a deep, aching pressure that continued to build when I increased the tempo.
Leaning over him, I grabbed his face in both hands, drinking down his groan as I crushed our mouths together. My tongue moved in tandem with my hips, plunging between his lips to taste and explore. At the same time, I set a relentless pace, rising and falling, taking him deeper with every descent, driving us both toward the edge of no return.
“You are so fucking tight,” Deaton growled. “You feel too good. I’m not going to last.”
“Me, either,” I agreed, feeling the familiar tingle of impending climax. “So close. Fuck me, Deaton.”
Snarling, he locked one arm around my waist and gripped the back of my neck, pulling me down on his cock as he arched his hips. Hard and fast, he drove into me, his grunts and groans joining my cries, pushing us both toward a goal that felt just out of reach.
I sensed it before I felt it, a shift in the air, a change in the vibrations of his tone. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I probably wouldn’t have believed it.
His chest swelled, broadening beneath my hands, and the arm around my torso hardened into a steel band. My legs were pushed wider as his thighs expanded, and when I looked up to meet his gaze, I found his eyes level with my own.
“Don’t be scared,” he said, his voice a dark, sexy growl.
Shaking my head, I reached between us and fisted my erection, jerking myself in time to his demanding thrusts. “I’m not scared.”
With an answering nod, he tangled his fingers in my hair and attacked my mouth in a fervent kiss, nipping my bottom lip, then soothing the sting with his tongue. I wrapped my free handaround the back of his neck, clinging to him, trying to anchor myself, but it was no use.
My stomach tightened, waves of electricity raced down my spine, and I jerked my mouth away to gasp for breath. The next thing I knew, I was falling, drowning, dragged beneath a wave of pleasure so intense I feared I’d never surface.
Tossing my head back, I cried out, my voice echoing through the room as ropes of hot cream jetted from my slit. It coated my hand, my wrist, and splashed over Deaton’s stomach to paint his skin.
His arms tightened, holding me immobile as he pistoned his hips, pumping hard and fast through his own release. Then, with a resounding roar, he stilled and buried his face against the side of my neck, his body rigid as he spilled a river of molten lava into my clenching depths.
Sated and exhausted, I fell against his chest with a contented sigh.
“Wow,” I breathed a few minutes later. “That was intense. And what the hell just happened to your body?” Now that the high had passed, he seemed to be shrinking, returning to his normal size in real time. “Is this a werewolf thing?”
“It’s never happened before.” He sounded slightly concerned about that. “Is it okay?”
I burrowed deeper into his arms and grinned. “It doesn’t hurt you, right?”