by Casey Morgan
“Thank you for everything,” I said once we got into the room. Stretching up to reach, I kissed Blake softly on the cheek. He hissed in a breath.
Tension built between us with that one simple touch. It felt like fireworks were filling the room. I tried to ignore it since it was just a small peck. I told myself to just act natural, but I definitely had felt a surge of something.
As I looked around our accommodations, my protector climbed on the bed and clicked on the small TV. The loud drone of whatever show was on filled the room, the light casting shadows across the walls.
My stomach growled, and I remembered that I hadn’t eaten anything all day.
“You don’t have anything to snack on, do you?” I asked, taking a shot in the dark.
Blake laughed, letting out a loud snort. “No,” he said, not bothering to look up from the TV.
I fought the urge to glare at him. “Well, do you think you can get us something?” I asked, wrapping my arms around my tummy. “I’m famished.”
He rolled his light-blue eyes again, still not taking them off of the TV screen. I glanced over to see what he was looking at that was so interesting. It was some show about cold cases. It didn’t seem that interesting to me.
It was my turn to get annoyed. I didn’t appreciate being ignored and really didn’t enjoy being forced to starve.
With nothing else to do, I decided to attempt something to take my mind off of my hunger. I walked into the bathroom, determined to take a shower, and wash off the memory of the day.
I turned on the water, making sure that it was as hot as I could stand it. Trying not to look at the dinginess around me, I got under the spray. It washed over my body and felt absolutely fantastic. Being in the shower gave me time to reflect on what had happened. I had been irate, but that just covered up all the fear I was feeling. Who wouldn’t have been scared with bullets whizzing by just inches away from their face? I shuddered, thinking about how close to death I had come.
Then, I also remembered how Blake’s body felt pressed against mine. The way he pinned me down made me think of what it would be like to be with him…sexually. As a virgin, having a man on top of me had been new. His weight had felt good. Then there was the roughness of his jeans against my smooth legs. And our crotches had been almost lined up.
I rubbed my pussy as I thought about him coming into the shower wordlessly, opening the shower curtain, and stepping inside, joining me naked. I imagined him grabbing my ass, rubbing it and squeezing it while he stared into my eyes with that intense gaze of his.
I put one leg up on the edge of the shower to steady myself and leaned against the wall. Closing my eyes, I brushed my clit back and forth as I played with my pussy and imagined Blake pushing his hard dick against me. In my fantasy, he held one of my legs up with his strong arm and guided his dick into my pussy with his other hand.
I would slide down onto his dick easily, my pussy walls stretching to meet him—my virginity lost. I had to stifle a moan as I imagined him fucking me gently, holding me in place against the wall in the shower. I would hold onto Blake’s broad shoulders for dear life, wrapping my legs around his broad torso as he pushed his dick in and out of me, holding onto my waist as he bounced me up and down. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter the more he fucked me. I circled my hips around and around to meet his thrusts, feeling a warm tingling sensation shoot through my body every time he entered me.
Alone in the shower, I picked up speed, lost in my fantasy, and circling my clit with one hand while pushing the fingers of my other hand in and out of my pussy. Fucking myself with my hand, I imagined that it was Blake inside of me, moving faster and faster. My heart was racing. My pussy walls tightened as I felt a surge rising from my feet, going up my legs to my belly and shooting all the way up through my head. I came long and hard, imagining that he was cumming with me, deep inside of my pussy. I clung to the wall, shaking as the orgasm coursed through my body. After waiting a few minutes, the sensation subsided. Brought back to reality, I turned off the water and stepped sadly out of the shower.
I got dressed quickly and walked back into the room. Blake was still lying on the bed, breathing gently like he was asleep. For some reason, I figured that he was going to sleep on the floor. But I didn’t say anything. I just walked over to the other side of the bed, slipped under the covers, turned off the light, and tried to relax.
I needed some sleep and didn’t know what the day ahead would bring.
Chapter Six
Blake
The TV droned on even hours after we had been in bed. I really hadn’t been watching anything, but I kept it on to comfort Sandy. I could tell that she had been petrified and stressed, so I just wanted her to relax.
I had tried to get some sleep and had succeeded in getting only a couple of hours. It was fully dark out when I rolled over to look out the window, trying to put my back to the girl as if I could ignore the feeling of her warm body so close to mine. I should have made her a pallet on the floor. Sharing the bed was driving me nuts.
I just couldn’t get the smell of this girl out of my mind. When she came out of the shower, she smelled like desire and sex. And my dick had been hard ever since. I tried to will it away, telling myself that nothing could ever happen between us. She was human, after all, and I was a werewolf. It just wouldn’t work.
Sandy started stirring. I could tell even in the low light of the TV that her face was distressed. She moaned and spoke words that I couldn’t quite catch. I could tell that she was having a nightmare. Something inside, some unknown pull, made me want to comfort her or, at the very least, shake her out of her dream so that she could get some restful sleep. Trying to ignore the feeling, I kept my eyes on the window, but it would not be denied. Each squeak of fear she made caused my heart to ache.
Turning over, I reached out and laid a hand on her shoulder, hoping that that would be enough to rouse her without actually waking her all the way up. She jerked away as if my hand burned her skin. Her eyes were wide open, staring into the darkness, trying to get a look at me. She didn’t say a word. He could tell that she was still thinking about the nightmare. It was an awkward moment, but I felt this urge to comfort her again. Part of me wanted to ask her what was wrong or if she was okay, but another part of me just didn’t want to get involved. I already desired her more than I should have been, which was not at all.
I could feel my inner wolf starting to fight me. It wanted me to mate with this girl so badly, but I knew that that was a terrible idea. Sandy was human. I needed to leave her alone. In fact, I was starting to think that I should get as far away from her as possible.
She turned over so that she was facing me. I snapped my eyes closed, trying to pretend to be asleep.
“...killed my father....” she whispered.
I leaned in closer to hear what she was saying. It sounded like she was telling me about what had happened to her family. I tried to ignore her and lay as still as possible. I didn’t want to respond or even to care about what she was saying. I just wanted this nightmare to be over.
Then, she started crying softly. She hardly made any noise except to sniffle every now and then. I was taken in by how vulnerable she was at that moment. In fact, it was really turning me on. Everything in me wanted to reach out for her, comfort her, and take her as mine.
“You took away my father, broke apart my family...” she said in between tears. She sobbed loudly, waking up completely.
I couldn’t ignore this anymore. It was too much. So, I clicked on the light on the side table and sat up on my elbow, looking at her, concerned. “What’s wrong?” I said, finally asking the question that I had been avoiding.
“Oh nothing,” Sandy said, sitting up and wiping away her tears. “It’s just that...well, tomorrow is my birthday.”
That was not what I was expecting. It had nothing to do with what she was crying about before. But if she wanted to keep the despair to herself, that was fine.
“Well,
congratulations,” I said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. “How old are you going to be?”
“Twenty-one,” Sandy said, sniffing hard and looking down at her hands. “And there’s not going to be any type of celebration. As a matter of fact, I probably won’t even make it to my twenty-first birthday because I’ll be killed before then.”
The sorrow in her voice made my breath catch in my throat. I felt a surge of something racing through my body as I listened to her talk. It was a feeling that made me want to protect her at all costs. That instinctual urge would not be denied.
“That won’t happen,” I told her, surprised by my own words. “I won’t let it happen.”
Sandy looked at me. I looked right back at her. We stared at each other silently for a few minutes. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking about, but my mind was racing.
I wanted to reassure her. No, I needed to reassure her. I just didn’t know how I was going to do that.
The air between us was feeling thick. The silence was awkward. I was starting to feel a bit silly, so I decided to ask her a question. “What do you want for your birthday?”
She was silent at first like she was thinking about my question. Then, she started laughing. It came out as a chuckle at first until she was laughing with her mouth wide open and her head back. She laughed so hard I was sure that she was going to fall off of the bed.
“I’m sorry for laughing,” she said, wiping a stray tear from the corner of her eyes. “That just sounded very cute. And as far as what I want, I just want to feel good. That’s all. I’ve had a rough go of things lately, and I just want to be in a good space. But I guess that’s probably too much to ask for.”
The sadness in her voice all but broke my heart. I was starting to lose control. I wanted her badly. I needed to have this girl in my arms, to feel her soft skin on mine, to taste her lips.
Before I knew what I was doing and before I could stop myself, I was pulling Sandy in close to me and kissing her soft lips. She gasped slightly, but she didn’t push me away. Instead, she pulled me closer until her full breasts pressed up against my chest and her long legs wrapped up with mine.
I could hardly think straight, but I knew I was going to make her feel really good.
Chapter Seven
Sandy
I couldn’t believe what was happening. Blake had his hands all over me, and it felt so good. His arms, so warm and strong, pulled me up against his big, muscular body. His lips pressed into mine, soft yet demanding. I melted into his kisses, wishing that they could last forever.
“I want to celebrate your birthday with you,” he said, pulling back and eyeing me hungrily. It was almost like his blue eyes glowed in the dark. “I want to make you feel so good.”
The big man leaned me back against the pillows and started kissing my neck. Jolts of electricity zinged through my body whenever his lips landed on my skin.
Pulling my shirt open, he kissed down to my breasts, careful to caress each mound for a few minutes at a time. I felt surges of a sensation that I had never felt before. My pussy was wet and tightening. I relaxed into his touch, letting him have his way with me. I had been thinking about the biker since I had gotten out of the shower, and now, here I was, realizing my fantasy.
Blake climbed down to the foot of the bed, taking my pants and panties off as he did. It was my first time being nude in front of a man, but I wasn’t shy or ashamed. There was too much excitement coursing through my veins—desire practically had me breathless. He rubbed my bare pussy, caressing it softly until I started to squirm. Then he put his tongue against the outside of my pussy, licking along my lower lips. Softly, he parted my folds with his tongue, licking my clit from base to tip over and over again. I moaned, pulling his head into my crotch.
Blake’s tongue felt so wet and good. I had never felt anything so unique. He licked my pussy, sucking it in between licks. I would clench up every time he would suck my sensitive pussy, and each time he did, it took me to a new level of pleasure. I could feel the orgasm welling up inside of me, my muscles tightening all the way down to my toes.
My hips bucked into Blake’s face. I wasn’t able to control them. I pulled up, wanting to be closer. I grabbed the bandana from his head and wrapped my fingers into his hair. Soft and silky, I used the strands to pull his face closer into my crotch, practically fucking his tongue. Hardly in control of my body movements, all I could think of was the twisting power rising up in me.
It was hot.
It was too much. A feeling so exquisite and tense all at the same time. Then, boom.
I yelled out when the feeling exploded out of me, along with a spray of juices that coated Blake’s chin. Dropping my head back, I moaned over and over as my body clenched and unclenched as my pussy trembled.
I lay there in the dark, shaking and trying to catch my breath. My body still tingled all over from the sensation of the orgasm. Blake climbed up onto the bed and laid next to me, holding me tightly in his arms.
It felt good to have this strong man next to me, but I wanted him to know the truth before we went any further.
“I’m a virgin,” I admitted to him.
Blake stopped and pulled away. I could feel his eyes piercing me even in the dark. He wrapped his arms around me and sighed, holding me there. I wasn’t sure that he was ever going to let me go. And then, he did. I could tell that he was conflicted, like he was trying to stop himself, but he was having difficulty controlling himself. He pulled away from me.
I wanted him badly. I wasn’t about to let him have a moment of conscience and fall short of what I really wanted. I pulled Blake back closer to me, opening my legs wide for him. I started ripping his clothes off piece by piece. Discarding them in a heap onto the floor, I could glide my hands over every bump and swell of muscle he had on his body.
“Are you sure?” he asked, whispering in my ear. The heat from his breath both tickled and excited me.
“Yes,” I said, nodding feverishly. “I’m ready for you. I want this. Make me feel really good for my birthday.”
I leaned back and waited. I could hear him pumping his hand up and down the shaft of his dick, making it stiffer. Then he climbed on top of me and leaned his body into mine. Guiding his cock up to the outside of my pussy, he rubbed it back and forth and up and down, coating it in my juices. I ground my hips against him, my pussy getting wetter with excitement.
When he was wet and ready, Blake lined up his cockhead to my opening. He pushed his dick into my pussy, my pussy lips wrapping themselves around the head of his cock as I waited patiently for him to enter me. His dick felt hard and thick pressed up against me; I worried that he would be too big, but there was no stopping now.
I opened my legs wider for him. He pushed his dick into my core, stretching the walls of my pussy inch by inch. I moaned, feeling a strange combination of pleasure and pain. He pushed it in slowly, careful not to hurt me.
When he had thrust his dick all the way inside of me, Blake just held it there and moaned like he was trying not to blow his wad right away. His dick felt so good inside of me. I felt full and tight in a very odd way. Then he started pumping his dick in and out of my pussy slowly. Each time his dick glided in and out of me, my pussy got tighter and wetter. He started to speed up, pumping faster and faster. His dick felt as hard as a diamond inside of my pussy. I could feel my core throbbing as he fucked me harder and faster. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my legs around him and held him tight. He kept right on fucking me like he was never going to stop. I never wanted him to. After a few minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore. My pussy started to shake and shudder. I was cumming again.
“Oh, I’m cumming!” I yelled out, my voice echoing off the walls.
Blake clenched up, his breathing getting more labored. “So am I,” he said, his voice all but a whisper. He came, his dick shooting out cum in a stream. I could feel it filling my womb with warmth.
I had a brief moment where I wondered if I would get
pregnant, but I quickly dismissed the thought. I wanted to enjoy the moment. I had just lost my virginity, and it was terrific.
And really, the only thing that mattered was that I feel safe for the first time in ages. I snuggled in closer to my rescuer, ready to drift off to sleep.
Chapter Eight
Blake
I knew that I had slept for a few hours because I saw that the sun was starting to rise when I woke up. I looked over at Sandy, the girl lying next to me, and saw how the light filtered in the windows and cast a glow over her body. Her bare skin shone as she lay there, her chest rising and falling gently as she slept. Her beauty was otherworldly, and she smelled divine. I was having a hard time resisting her.
I couldn’t stop myself as I twisted on the bed and gathered her up in my arms. I had to have her again.
She moaned sleepily, her eyes opening slightly. “Wha-what’s going on?” she asked, yawning.
I pressed a finger to her pink lips and eased her back on the pillow. My dick was already rock hard as I felt her skin pressed against mine. I was so hard it almost hurt. Hurriedly shedding my pants, I laid my dick on her thigh. It was her turn to moan seductively. She put her hand down and rubbed my cock, gripping my shaft and moving her hand up and down on it. It felt so good. But I couldn’t wait to be inside of her.
I moved Sandy’s hand out of the way and pushed my dick into her pussy. She sucked in air through her teeth like she was still sensitive from the night before. She probably was, but she didn’t ask me to stop. Instead, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper.
With my cock thrust to the hilt in her pussy, it felt like I was deep-diving; she was so wet. Sandy felt absolutely amazing. It drove me wild. I had never had a woman who felt this good.
I fucked her hard, her fingernails digging into my back. That drove me wild, too. I pumped her harder and faster, feeling my dick glide in and out of her soaking wet pussy. I pulled her body closer to me, pounding into her pussy with all of my might. We both came simultaneously, shaking and convulsing on the bed like the room was experiencing an earthquake.
