by Casey Morgan
Finally, Ava decides to come out from what she thinks has been her secret vantage point of fantasizing in her head and tells me that she is heading to bed. As she does, I feel another wave of hormones and not-so-secret fantasies wash over me. They are in a thick wall this time, since she’s standing right in front of me.
“Don’t let me keep you up,” I answer. “You’ve got an early day tomorrow, and so have I.” I put on another one of my killer-beauty smiles. “Feel free to go to bed, Ava.”
I cross my legs and let my eyes toy with her. “I’ll stay up a bit longer. Finish this book.” I nod to the book in my hands, though I’ve already “finished it.” I already know how it ends, despite having a hundred pages to go.
Ava grins shyly and says, “Okay. Didn’t want to be rude but wanted to let you know either way.”
She pauses, turning around to walk to her room. As she does, she looks over her shoulder at me and adds, “Sleep well, Cole, whenever you go to sleep. And I look forward to working with you tomorrow.”
“And I with you as well,” I say, falling into my thoughts again.
Except I’m not going to need to wait until tomorrow. I’m going to work on you the moment you fall asleep, dear girl. And when you awaken, you’ll be seeing things and feeling things much differently than you do right now.
I watch as Ava saunters off to her corner of the apartment, unconsciously swishing her ass and hips for me as she does.
And then I’m not going to be the only one finding you irresistible. You’re going to be feeling that way about me, too. Even more so, since I know you already are.
Chapter 7
Ava
I squeal with delight and excitement, shutting my bedroom door behind me. Oh my God! This can’t be real! Such an unbelievably sexy man, and from the south somewhere, staying with me! Me! At my house overnight! With these thoughts, I race across my room to my bed, where I begin scrambling to figure out what to do. I told Cole I was going to bed, but his presence is keeping me awake. It’s filling me with an excess of energy and desire. I can’t believe my luck!
I sit on my bed, thinking about his beautiful body. I want to touch his large, alluring muscles. His legs and arms are huge. I wonder what they would feel like wrapped around my body. I think about the way his hands have felt on me, the few times we touched this evening. I remember my fantasies, the dirty daydreams that I had about him all evening, while I was watching him read.
Dirty daydreams about him spreading me out on my bed, kissing me, and fondling me. Thoughts of him stroking my breasts under my sweater, and then pulling it over my head to throw it to the floor. Then he could palm my breasts in his large, textured hands and squeeze them. My nipples would harden under his attention; under what I know will be a knowledgeable, and confident touch.
Next, I imagine him sucking and licking my nipples when he gets tired of rolling them between his thick fingers. The feeling of his rough tongue lapping at my sensitive buds would flood my nervous and excited brain with desire. I would just feel his warm, wet mouth sucking my tits. Already, I have no trouble imagining how wet and slick I’ll become in my panties.
I tremble, moving my hand down to the crotch of my jeans. There, I immediately feel my mound and slid my hand down over my clothed pussy. I feel wet in my panties. I massage lightly, hoping to relieve some of this discomfort, and to satisfy some of my urges. Urges that have been blossoming over the last few hours, thanks to all of my thoughts about what I’d like Cole to do to me.
In my head I now recall my most recent daydream, one involving Cole showing me his long, thick and glistening cock. I imagine him taking it out of his pants and stroking it a bit in front of me. He threads it through his hand and pumps it, with firm powerful strokes, before lubing up my virgin pussy and sticking his entire length inside. I imagine he does it slowly and commandingly.
In my fantasy, he makes me take it inch by inch, all the while enjoying my blush, the flush in my cheeks, as I feel my pussy get stretched. As it gets expanded beyond its virginal, untouched limits, and works to accommodate his length. It stretches to allow his thick cock inside me, and I imagine I’m a little scared. I’m a little nervous because of his size. But he continues pushing further and further inside me, grinning as he does. He moans, telling me what a good girl I am. He grunts about how well I take his thick, meaty cock. Then tells me what a warm and smooth pussy I have, and how much he can’t wait to be all the way in, all the way inside, so he can fuck me silly.
I moan, rubbing and touching myself like crazy through my jeans. As I do, I feel myself get hotter and wetter. Even through my panties and jeans, I can feel my pussy becoming more sensitive. I quickly unzip my pants, pull down my panties, and throw both to the floor. I run my hands over my tender lower lips while I began to imagine Cole stretching my pussy again. He pushes deeper into it, filling my stomach with delicious aching sensations. Eagerly trembling, I rub myself harder and faster. It’s that anxiety, that feeling that I might be losing control of myself—that makes sex so alluring and intense to me, even though I haven’t had it yet.
To be put in a situation where I have to contemplate giving control over my body to a man, it’s that I began to hunger for. That, plus the image I have in my head of Cole leaning over me, burying himself balls-deep in my pussy. His broad, muscled chest arching over me as he grabs my ass, spreads my pussy further, and begins to promise me I’m going to be ridden hard and fast.
“Oh, shit,” I murmur outside of my fantasy, feeling my pussy tremble and throb, like he’s buried there, even though he’s nowhere near me. Under my hand, my clit gives an answering jolt. A surge, wetting and warming my pussy even more.
I moan. That moan turns into a keening, gentle whimper as all of this sensitivity suddenly floods around my clit, growing with each minor touch of my fingers. Vaguely, I worry about whether Cole heard that. Whether he can hear any of this, seeing as he’s only a room away. A single door away from seeing me masturbating to thoughts of him.
But this worry doesn’t stop me. It only slows me momentarily, while I scold myself. While I whisper to myself, “You shouldn’t be thinking about a guest that way, Ava. It’s so inappropriate and bad of you. Only bad hosts do that.”
Instead of making me less hot and wet, it makes me more. Instead of dousing my imaginative flare I increases it. Now I fantasize about Cole pounding my ass with everything he has. He’s pounding it so hard and fast, that I’m yipping and whining with pleasure. Then, I’m yelling because of how good it feels to have him slapping my ass cheeks with his balls. It gives me a good spanking that way, since I’m being so, so dirty.
Keeping up the fast, relentless rubbing on my pussy, I shift so that I’m lying prone on my bed. I lean into the mattress and keep touching myself. I flick my clit a few times, then slip two fingers in my pussy. As I do this, I realize I’m whimpering and moaning aloud, not just in my head. I’m following the same pattern of sounds as in my fantasy. And they are not as quiet as my previous noises.
This makes me wonder again if Cole can hear me, but again it doesn’t stop me from finger fucking myself over thoughts my sexy guest. It makes me do it more, imagining now that he’s just told me he’s going to keep fucking my greedy, slutty asshole, until I cry out. Until I howl like a wolf to a full moon.
This makes my pussy contract around my fingers, imagining that he’s not only pounding the living daylights out of me, filling me with yet more stimulation and weight from his heavy, massive tool entering me, but that he’s begun to blow his load in me, in my ass. So much so, that it leaks out and around his cock, dribbling out of my puckering, throbbing hole.
Here, I start to cry out. Both in my head and in real life, at which point I feel my pussy pulse around my fingers. I’m cumming hard and fast before I know it, but I exert every bit of will to keep from howling the way I want to. This will only make my toes curl more, and my hips thrust more. My orgasm takes me by storm, the tension in my stomach and pussy releases to a feeling
of electricity flowing through my whole body. I shake and writhe all over.
As this happens, I let out a silent moan, one I imagine Cole praising me for, before giving my stuffed ass one more good, big thrust, and pulling out. Then, he licks my pussy clean of my own cum.
I sigh contentedly, imagining once again what his mouth would feel like on my warm pussy. It’s nice and calming, I imagine, full of love and tenderness, but also a few light scoldings. He murmurs about how dirty I am between licks, and how he will gladly train me to be his good little girl.
With this thought in my head and exhausted from my orgasm, I quickly fall asleep. The lights are still on, and my sweater is still on, but my pussy is bare and uncovered. It’s exposed, almost as if I’m waiting for some part of this fantasy to become more reality than dream.
Who knows? I might just get lucky.
***
I’m having the craziest dream I’ve ever had. Though, there’s one problem, it doesn’t exactly feel like a dream. It feels more like reality or a memory; like a home away from home that I forgot I had and have been away from for longer than I ever thought possible.
A first, I’m a puppy. No. I’m a wolf pup with a shiny gray coat and bright blue eyes. I run and play on my paws, feeling in touch with the earth below my pads. We live in a forest and there is so much to see and do as a wolf pup. I have at least seven brothers and sisters to roughhouse with. I bite one’s ear and try to pull him to the ground. He whimpers under my rough hold and our mother turns to look at me with bright blue eyes.
Our mother is a huge, majestic wolf, almost as large as the wolf I rescued in the parking lot last night. The one with the amber eyes, like Coles. Mother shifts. Suddenly she is a tall woman, with muscular shoulders and long black curls like mine. With a gentle hand, she pulls me from my brother’s ear and taps me gently on the snout. There is so much love in her eyes, but they are also filled with sadness. Her dark eyebrows crinkle up as she looks at me.
“Almost time to go, love,” she sings with a musical voice.
I shift in her hands, so I can use my human arms to hug her. My five-year old self doesn’t know what she is talking about and it worries me. It scares me to my very core.
Then mother is gone, along with all my brothers and sisters. I’m alone in the forest. No longer a child, I walk on bare feet through the dirt and grass. In the dream I don’t know where I am going, but I am drawn to something in the trees in front of me.
I reach a clearing that holds a small bubbling brook. It’s the most peaceful place I have ever been to. Sunlight streams through the trees overhead, the green leaves creating spots of dappled shadow on the ground. The flowing water dances over rocks and twigs, making the hissing sound that all little rivers do. Its sound is the most soothing thing I have ever heard.
Cole is there in the clearing as well, looking every bit the same as he does in real life with his short, mussed brown hear and glowing amber eyes. I regard his sculpted face and chin with the soft line of dark brown stubble, then let my eyes wander down to his broad shoulders, and thick gorgeous neck. He’s nude, standing before me for my approval. Muscles, muscles and more muscles run from his shoulders right on down to his calves. Ever inch of him is hard, and strong, and ready for my touch.
As I’m standing there looking at him, I can barely breathe. Though I don’t feel like I’ve changed in any way, I feel fear around him. I’m anxious, like I know he is something bigger, meaner and wilder than the man he’s presenting to me right now. He’s something with sharp teeth and claws, that will hurt me if I don’t behave in the exact way he wants. I’m trembling out of fear, but also an inexplicable intoxication. I’m breathless, as if he’s also carrying some kind of mysterious illness with him. A love sickness of some kind.
In the dream, he reaches for me. I run to his arms and he begins to kiss me. His lips trace soft and warm on my face, from my cheeks and forehead to behind my ear and down my neck to my collarbone. I melt into him, despite my mind raising objection after objection.
This is wrong, I think. I hardly know this man. He is a stranger to me. How can I let him touch me in this way?
Cole pulls back and looks into my eyes as if he has heard every thought in my mind, every worry and every doubt.
“I am more to you than you know,” he says slowly in his deep southern drawl, as if he is tasting each word for spices. “I am your mate. Your alpha. You will follow me and be mine till the day you leave this earth. You will do what I will.”
Part of me screams for me to pull back, but I cannot. Cole continues to kiss me, and as he does, I’m overcome by desire, inside and outside the dream. I become an open channel for flashes of sensation and imagery, most of which showcases us in the throes of passion with him kissing and caressing me, much the way he is now, but not yet taking me completely. We don’t have sex. It’s only clandestine touching, like he’s begun to do as we’re standing in the middle of the clearing.
He snakes a hand down and around my dress, forcing me to drop my guard. I drop my mental defenses as well. Once he is past my literal and emotional defenses, he begins to stroke and fondle my breasts. He cups them and pinches my nipples to encourage them to come to life, to fill with energy and warmth, which they do without much coaxing.
He takes me into another round of kissing, one in which he actually bites my lip hard enough to draw blood and make me taste me on him.
“What you want, Ava? What do you need?” he pants pulling his lips away from mine. “Tell your Alpha.”
Desperately, I look into his amber eyes again. I feel hunted, like prey caught in a wolf’s strong teeth. I tremble, and his questions fill my head.
“I want you. I need you beside me. With me, my alpha. My love,” I say. I feel my lips forming these words inside and outside of my dream.
“You want me to take your virginity? You want me to have all of you? Claim you as mine. Mark you as mine, even if that means leaving the only life you know?” His eyes glitter here.
He moves his body against mine, pressing his long, hard cock to my thigh. He continues to stroke my breasts gently and encouragingly, like a lover who is claiming his beloved.
I can’t help myself. I reach out toward him and pull his lips to mine. As I kiss him, I lean into him, beginning to grind my lower lips against the head of his dick. Although my mind tries to convince me to run, I stay by him. I reach up toward his face, trying to cup it, as his dick is poised to enter my virgin womb. Something I feel myself doing in real life as well, though I don’t understand how that’s possible.
I give him my final, fatal answer. “Yes. Take me.”
My dream ends, and all goes black.
Chapter 8
Cole
Midnight. Thursday, December 24, 20XX.
Before even her first grunt, her first moan or whimper, I hear that girl masturbating to me in her bedroom. Though she thinks she’s being quiet and courteous in her self-pleasure, I’m a werewolf. I hear everything. I hear her fast breathing as she goes over to her bed in the first place. I hear the zipper on her jeans as it comes down. I even hear the slight swish of her panties as she pulls them aside to access her hot, wet pussy.
I hear every sigh, every whimper and every moan after that. I hear it escalating blissfully, even though I also hear her trying to hold it back. She’s trying to keep her cries from the air, so I don’t hear her. But I do, and I feel sorry for the girl. Sorry that her fantasy isn’t going unheard and unnoticed, like she’s imagining.
But it’s better that way. Better, because, as I go to get up off the couch, and wander closer to the door. I nurture my own erection; my own quickly-growing bulge, in response to the good time I hear her having.
As I get closer to her bedroom door, I hear her bed creek. It shifts as she moves to lie down on it and continue pleasuring herself. Which I also hear. Every fast and merciless stroke is mine to behold. Mine to cherish, along with the telltale silky fabric noise of skin on skin.
Sheets rust
ling captures my attention next, followed by more adorable moans. She sighs and lets out tiny cries, which again, she tries so hard to stifle! So hard to keep to herself. But again, I’m there to lap it all up. I eat greedily of it all, since it’s all for me. It will be that way tonight, tomorrow night, and for every night after; for as long as we both shall live.
I stroke my own cock again through my jeans, feeling it begging for more attention. It wants release as well, to match exactly what Ava is currently having, in a strong, delicious wave. I hear her panting quickly. She raggedly breathes, rising up on her mattress thanks to curling toes, and strong, smooth legs.
It’s almost time. The moment I hear you finish and go to sleep, that’s the moment I’ll come in. I’ll start intertwining my body with yours, feeling your heat on my skin and conditioning you to be compliant to me. Till your mind is filled with the reality that you are mine. That you want me. That we were made—born to be together. You’ll not get away now. I’ll make sure of that, my little virgin.
As these thoughts fill of my head, that’s exactly what I hear. Not five minutes after Ava’s ragged breathing starts, I hear her release, the nearly-silent pulse of her pussy; the sharp intake and release of breath as she experiences total and complete satisfaction. Then the listless, dreamy energy she has about her that lingers a moment, before tossing her gently into a pleasant sleep.
A few minutes later, I enter Ava’s bedroom. It wasn’t hard, really. The door wasn’t locked, but it was hard waiting for the right moment to do this, and now it’s come and gone in a blink of my movement. From her doorway, I quickly and silently make my way to her bed.
