The Wolf At My Door

by Sam Hall

  His breath came out as a hiss, then he nodded, “It’s OK, I’ll get one of the guys to drop me back.”

  Did I want that? I felt a rush of relief and a pang of loss. I shook my head, as if that would somehow clear it. What the hell did I want?

  You do not have to do anything, today or tomorrow, my Tirian said inside my head. You can return this man to his place, call on him another day. I could, but I didn’t want to. I looked over at him as I moved in my seat. There had been something quite nice going on there for a bit. So, have him, she said. What stops you? Yes, what did stop me? My Tirian sighed, You are used to being the prey, not the predator. You are used to a man pursuing you, persuading you to make your choice. With the men inside, I took control, I took them. This is the first man you have chosen yourself, and it makes you feel uncomfortable because it is different to what you are accustomed to.

  Was that it? Evidently having had enough, my Tirian shifted within me, taking over as my mind whirled, unclicking my seat belt and moving so I straddled his lap, something that was considerably harder to do than I thought. The SUV was roomy, but he was a big guy. “Is this OK?” I asked, half of him, half of me.

  “It’s a distinct improvement on before. Silence isn’t a turn on for me,” he replied, settling his hands lightly on my hips.

  This man may be a good mate, so might the other ones, my Tirian said inside my head. An animal does not pick, pick, pick at the edges of a meal, looking for advice on whether to eat. An animal swallows it down and then sees how it sits. If he is poison to us, he goes, if he is pleasing, he stays. It does not require the mental work you are expending.

  Yeah, but the rituals I would normally use to identify whether he’s good for me or not don’t work here.

  They are mealy-mouthed and not worthy of you, she replied. Human women know not if a man is lover or danger, or both. You have constructed convoluted customs to try and ascertain this before, yet even with them, so many women are killed or harmed. You are stronger than this man, than any of these men. There is no risk here. He cannot force you, cannot obligate you to do anything, not unless you allow it.

  So how do I figure out what I want, without those familiar tools?

  Experience, whim. Touch this man. You wanted to beforehand. See if he pleases you. I will remove him if he doesn’t.

  And suddenly, I was back in the moment. I had a big, hot looking guy under me and he was smiling slightly, his eyes dropping to my lips and lingering. I spread my legs further, feeling the tension in my thighs pull at my swollen folds. I could feel the cool air over my overheated skin, a precursor of the caresses that were sure to come.

  He took a deep breath in and smiled, reaching up to cup my head, looking into my eyes. I nodded, my breath starting to come in fast now, watching his mouth as I drew closer and closer. He groaned as our lips touched, opening his mouth to pant slightly before pushing mine open with a persistent tongue. He yanked my hips down, hard against him, forcing a wiggle from me as the stretch deepened. His hands went to my hair, grasping great handfuls of it as he caught my lip in between his, sucking on it. I whimpered into his mouth as his hand went up my shirt, yelping as those fingers closed around a nipple. I thrust against him without meaning to as he rolled the sensitive point between his fingers, his grip shifting from gentle to a slight pinch that left me gasping. Finally, I pulled away, pushing his hand down and fighting to catch my breath. “I don’t know what this means, what it will lead to, but right now, I want you to come into the house and fuck me. That cool with you?”

  He smiled, “I thought you’d never ask.”

  I wasn’t 100% sure this was the right thing to do, but I walked up the steps with Aaron’s hand in mine. Brandon and Shaun looked up from where they sat at the kitchen table, but I brushed past. I looked down the hallway, not wanting to go into the big bedroom we all slept in. In my gut, I felt that that space needed to be kept for those I knew I wanted to stay around. I opened the door of a room I’d never gone into and found a slightly musty smelling bedroom with a large bed in the middle. I walked in, standing by it, running my hand over the nubby white raw cotton and heard the door click behind me.

  He moved in against me, his body a wall of warm muscle at my back, and ran his fingers lightly up my arm. I shivered under the slightly ticklish caress, but felt an almost painful tightening in my nipples in response. I leaned harder into him, Aaron wrapping an arm around my waist, and arched as the caress wound its way up my neck and into my hair before floating past my collarbone. My heart rate began to pick up as his hand slid down the centre of my body, and I moved to try and direct the caress where I needed it. The arm at my waist tightened, holding me still as his teasing, slow hand curled across my ribcage, coming closer and closer to my aching breasts, but then veered off. I growled in frustration, and he laughed.

  “Take it off,” I said, pulling free of him and turning around. “All of it, I want to see you.”

  “What about you?” Aaron asked.

  “What about me?” I snapped, though my clothes chafed at my skin. I stared him down, not letting my gaze fall, until he chuckled and began to yank his t-shirt off.

  I felt no such ambivalence now. My nipples were tight and begging to be touched, my shorts damp from my weeping pussy. I wanted to throw myself on the bed and be attended to, have the desire coiling in my groin teased and provoked until I came around something unrelenting. I stepped closer as he unbuckled his belt, pushing his hands away and taking over. I unsnapped his pants and shoved them down, easing his underwear over his rigid length, pausing to watch it snap back hard against his belly. His cock jerked under my inspection.

  I looked over that which I had only felt before. As I’d imagined, he had a thick shaft, and I wondered if I’d be able to close my hand around it. Veins stood out proud against the surface, snaking up to a bulbous head. I dropped down lower, not sure if I’d be able to fit it into my mouth, flicking out my tongue and laving it over the shining head. “No,” he gasped, “I won’t last.”

  “There’s four other guys down the hall who can pick up the slack,” I said.

  “Want to be inside you,” he said, eyes closed, groaning as my fingers gripped the base of his dick, hands dropping away as I ran my tongue along his length. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and took the head into my mouth. “I…” His voice trailed away as I pumped it and swirled my tongue. His words became incoherent as I began to suck him down deep.

  He sounded vulnerable as his breath caught in his chest, his fingers tangling in my hair, and his moans coming in rapid pants. I increased my pace, my tongue shifting like a snake along the underside of his dick. I waited until he was grunting, thrusting into my mouth, his movements starting to come fast and irregular… and then let his cock go with a pop.

  “Get on the bed,” he growled, pulling my shirt off with one hand and shoving down my pants with another. One closed over my breast, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through my body as he roughly plucked at my nipple. “God, yes…” he hissed when the other hand slid up my thigh, trailing through the fluid there and then slipping between my folds. “Little girl, I’m gonna eat you all up.”

  I lay down, reaching up with my foot to hook it behind his head as he crouched on the end of the bed, pulling him closer as he slunk along the covers. “You’re so wet, you glisten in the light,” he said with a groan.

  “I’m hoping you’re going to make it a whole lot… unh!” He didn’t fuck around with preliminaries, forcing his tongue in along my seam, parting my folds before moving up to circle my clit. I jerked my hips upwards when he pulled away. I growled, I was done with teasing, I just wanted to quell this goddam fire that had been building in my groin all day. I wanted to come, several times if possible. I told him as much as he ran kisses down my inner thigh, and he laughed.

  “Oh, you’ll get yours, honey, and if that isn’t enough, as you said, you’ve got a team on standby down the hall. I just want this first time to last, make an impression.�
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  “I’m gonna make an impression, with my foot up your… ah!”

  He buried his face into my crotch, no more glancing, teasing caresses. My hips jerked up when he pushed his tongue inside me, wriggling like a fish, before pulling away to close his lips around my clit. I tried to scrabble back, the pressure so intense it was almost painful, but his hands closed like iron on my thighs, jerking me closer. I had no sooner accustomed myself to that vacuum like pressure then he pulled away, licking my now painfully throbbing clit. His tongue moved slowly and surely, but not hard enough, not fast enough. I was so damn close. I felt his chuckle against my skin as I began to whine, my hips lifting, trying to move closer, force the delicious friction to intensify.

  “What do you need, love?” he asked, his voice somewhat muffled by his position. “Jules? What do you need?”

  “I need you to fuck me,” I said, getting up on my elbows and trying to pull him up with my feet, but he resisted with ease. “Your dick looks like it’s going to make me ache so good when it goes in. I want to find out if I’m right. Now.”

  His grin gleamed in the low light of the room, and he crawled over me, slow and predatory, just like I imagined his beast did. I heard the low, rumbling growl in his chest, but I wasn’t afraid. I had the big bad wolf right where I wanted him, well, almost. He pushed me back flat on the bed and then positioned himself between my thighs, holding me down when I tried to hasten the process. He smiled as he rubbed that big head across my wet cunt, moving slower, circling my aching centre and only dipping in slightly as I growled and whined. It worked though, nothing that had happened before or since could wriggle its way into my mind. My focus was completely and utterly narrowed down onto the point where my body and his met.

  I let out the most horrendous groan as he pushed his way inside me. I probably sounded like a cow giving birth, but I just didn’t care. Part of me was trying to scrabble back, the slight pinch as he stretched me wide growing more and more pronounced as he moved, until I was sure my eyes were bigger than my vagina. I panted like a woman in childbirth when he stopped, having moved as far as he could go. “You OK?” He sounded genuinely concerned.

  “Bit bigger than I’m used to,” I said, breathing hard as I willed my body to adjust. I patted his shoulder and smiled weakly, but his face fell, and he tried to pull away. “No, no, no,” I said, the drag of his cock moving a bit much to cope with. “Don’t move, please don’t move.”

  “I’m hurting you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “No, not hurting exactly.” I didn’t sound convincing, my voice was all high and breathy. “This is just a challenge. Like climbing Everest.”

  “We can try again later, maybe work up to this with one of the other guys,” he said, a terrible finality in his voice. He began to pull away but my loud yelp was enough to stop him. “Fuck, what do we do?”

  “Just, just move a little bit,” I said, my hand hovering over his shoulder as I felt him shift his hips slightly. He was barely shifting inside me, yet somehow that was more than enough. Just tiny, tiny thrusts that had my muscles beginning to relax and my nails digging into his shoulders.

  “We’ve got to stop,” he gasped. “I’m going to hurt you.”

  “Hey.” We both turned to see the door had opened a little, and Brandon had stuck his head in. “Everything OK in here?”

  “I gotta stop,” Aaron said, shifting as if he would yank himself away from me, only stopped by my high-pitched scream and sharp nails.

  “No, no moving!” I said.

  Brandon shut the door and came over to the bed. “What’s up, love?”

  “Too much of a good thing,” I said through gritted teeth. “It felt so hot going in, but now I feel like I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.”

  His eyes dropped down to our groins. “I’m just going to take a look, that OK with you two?”

  “No need, I’ll just think of my dead grandmother or something, and go soft,” Aaron growled.

  “If it felt that good going in, it will probably feel really good when she comes,” Brandon said. “Do you want to try for that?” Aaron nodded. “What about you, love?” I nodded. “Well, OK then. I think you’ve just tightened up a bit, tensing because you expect it to hurt, and then it hurts because you’ve tensed. I just need to relax her a bit, that OK?”

  Aaron gave a quick nod, “I don’t want to hurt her.”

  “I know, and you won’t. Women have remarkably elastic bodies. She can take you, can’t you, love?” I wasn’t 100% sure of that, but I wanted to. Brandon’s calm voice and long, slow caresses down my body reminded me just how I got here. Aaron’s head jerked up as my cunt twitched around him, my back arching as Brandon’s fingers slipped to my clit.

  “She’ll need near constant clit stimulation if you want to fuck her,” Brandon said, sliding two fingers up and down the sides of it. “All those endorphins will both relax her and make her more able to cope with your size. Try and move now and see how it feels.”

  Rather than feeling like my insides were being yanked out by his cock, there was that heavy, pleasurable stretch, feeling like my clit was being massaged from the inside as well as the outside. My legs curled around Aaron’s hips, not letting him pull back so far, not wanting to stop that amazing pressure now. Brandon’s fingers grew bolder, flicking at my aching clit, pulling the hood so it rubbed back and forth. His mouth dropped to mine as my head fell backwards. “Get your clothes off,” I gasped as Aaron grew bolder, thrusting harder, faster.

  “You OK with that, mate?” he asked, hands going to his pants.

  Aaron didn’t even look up, just nodded briefly before focusing on us. My hand wrapped around Brandon’s hard cock as soon as he lay back down, the welcome feel of his fingers on my clit working me higher and higher. I shifted my legs so that my ankles rested on Aaron’s shoulders, him groaning as he sunk deeper into me. “She’s getting close,” Brandon said with a gasp, his other hand closing over mine as he thrust into it.

  “Can you take it?” Aaron said, slamming harder into me now, his strokes growing faster, as if against his will.

  “Hang on,” I said, pulling free of the both of them, feeling the horrible emptiness that came with this. I pushed Brandon up by the bedhead and then flipped over onto all fours. “Gimme all that you’ve got,” I said, spreading my legs. Aaron bit back a snarl, positioning himself between my thighs in one moment, and forcing himself inside me in the next. Brandon’s cock went between my lips as I gasped, my hand going around the base. He bucked against my mouth, my groans of pleasure sending vibrations up and down his length.

  “Get her there!” Brandon panted. Aaron’s hand snuck around and flicked at my clit.

  I was nothing other than formless flesh, caught on the spikes of two opposing forces. For all my sexual aggression this morning, I now felt helpless, flung about wildly on the rough waves of the men, feeling almost like the impending orgasm was being forced from my body. I was completely at their mercy, swallowing down Brandon, being opened up by Aaron, over and over and over again, until…

  I yanked my head back from Brandon’s cock to scream out my pleasure, his dick spurting wildly not a moment later. Aaron’s fingers dug into my hips as he jerked to a stop, momentarily paralysed as his body spasmed. I felt him empty inside me, felt each violent pulse. We collapsed onto the bed in a messy pile. New guy, old guy, it didn’t seem to matter, only sucking in oxygen was a priority, though I was glad when Brandon pulled me into his arms. I felt sheltered for a moment, protected. From what? I knew what my Tirian would say. I looked over at Aaron who gave me a shaky smile. From my own desires. I reached out and smoothed a short curl back from his forehead. His mouth closed, his eyes following the gesture, somehow curiously more vulnerable than when we were fucking. Brandon let out a happy hum when I pulled the strange man closer, willingly caging myself between their bodies. It was weird and awkward, I think we both knew that. We’d said a total of twenty words to each other, so it had to be, but there was
potential there. Aaron laid a gentle kiss on my forehead, not seeming to care when his and Brandon’s limbs got tangled in each other’s as they held me. Nothing in my life had prepared me for relaxing into the embrace of two hot men, but right now, I was dealing with it.

  We dozed for a while in the quiet of the afternoon, not fully asleep, the strangeness of each other’s bodies too much for complete relaxation. When my eyes flicked open, I found Aaron looking into mine, his hazel ones soft. He ran a hand across my cheek, and I turned my face into it, kissing the palm and something flared behind his eyes. I felt it too, deep inside, an ache for another round, but it sat cheek by jowl with a more immediate tenderness. He’d been slamming into me when we were both racing towards orgasm and now, I was feeling the after effects.

  “I don’t think I’ve got another in me, though god knows I want to,” I whispered.

  “S’OK,” he said with a grin. “I’ve had sex one more time than I expected today, so it’s a good day by my definition.”

  I pulled myself gently from Brandon’s grasp, straddling Aaron again. His smile widened, his eyes trailing down my body, lingering on my breasts. “You’re so big, all over,” I said, running a hand over his impressive chest. His muscles popped under my caress, and I wasn’t sure if that was deliberate or not. I swivelled around and saw the heavy length of him had risen to the occasion. “Big is part of the problem though,” I said with a sigh. He just chuckled, bunching his abs as he grabbed my legs and flipped me around, so I straddled his face and now looked down on his dick.

  “Fucking’s only part of the fun,” he said, rubbing his slightly stubbly chin along my thigh.

  “God, Aaron, I’m not sure if I can take… oh!” His tongue flicked out and licked my seam with the lightest of caresses. The feel of his breath on my skin was almost stronger. Taking my silence as permission, he traced his tongue on the most sensitive part of my anatomy, just letting the tip glide along my slick skin, twirling and circling, drawing my attention to each and every aching inch of it. I groaned, feeling my cunt twitch in anticipation. I looked down at his rigid dick. I could take it, with a bit of help from Brandon, surely I could. I started to move down towards it but his fingers dug in for a moment, forcing me to stay put. Two can play at this game, I thought, and I reached out, trailing my fingers along his length.