by Megan Hart
“You’re driving me wild,” the blond man, the one who had first drawn her onto the dance floor, said.
His name, she had learned, was Ted. He’d taken her to one of the barely lit booths lining the wall, where he’d dug his fingers into the coat’s lush thickness, stroking it. Stroking her. He pulled the hood up so it framed her face. “God, you’re like an animal!”
She didn’t want to think about why being like an animal turned him on so much because that was just too weird. Instead, Rhea simply enjoyed the feeling of his mouth working against hers. Ted pulled her close to him, nibbling on her ear.
“I want you so bad,” he whispered huskily and put her hand on his crotch.
Rhea stroked him through the material, thinking of how many times she’d been groped in dark corners by men like this. How often she’d traded strokes for drinks, for the few minutes of being made to feel wanted. How many dark corners like this one she’d come out of with smeared lipstick and tangled hair.
“Go down on me,” she said suddenly.
To give him credit, Ted barely paused. “What? Here? Now?” he said around nibbling her jaw and throat.
“Here. Now.”
She didn’t think he would. She’d underestimated the power of the coat. Without another word, Ted slid off the seat to kneel in front of her. He pushed up her dress past her thighs and unerringly found her clit with his tongue, even through the lace of her panties. He stabbed at her flesh, prodding it with his tongue. He looked up at her briefly, eyes glazed, and swiped his tongue across his lips. He dove down again, pausing this time to tug down her panties. His lips found her. He kissed her pussy. Just kissed it, the same as he would her mouth, kissed it over and over until her clit swelled.
Then he began to tongue her in earnest. The fur on her hood tickled her face as she leaned her head back. The music pounded in her ears, echoing the thumping of her heart, which in turn echoed between her legs.
Damn, she thought, dazed from booze and exertion, the music making it hard to think. Ted knew what he was doing down there. He licked her in steady, smooth strokes, each one precise, centered on her clitoris. Every so often, just enough to keep her on edge, he did some sort of flutter-flip that had her pumping her hips against his mouth.
She’d never had oral sex like this. Any sex like this for that matter. Past lovers, if they’d deigned to go down on her, had done it with lackluster effort and little enthusiasm. Ted was making love to her pussy like it was the last thing he was ever going to do for the rest of his life.
Rhea groaned, the noise lost beneath the club’s pounding soundtrack. This coat, she thought incoherently. This coat fucking rocks!
Ted slid a finger inside her, then another, twisting them while he fluttered his tongue against her clit. Rhea spread her legs farther, inviting him without words to keep working his magic. And, boy, did he ever.
Her orgasm inched closer and closer. Ted slid his hands under her ass, pushing his face against her, fucking her with his tongue and fingers and teeth…oh, mercy…teeth? She yelped, arching against him, the noise lost in the noise from the club.
She felt him chuckle against her, the vibrations rumbling through her pussy and sending her crashing over the edge into climax. Neon colored stars flashed in front of her closed eyes. The pounding of her heart drowned out the bass from the dance music.
“That is some coat,” growled Ted into her ear.
Rhea sat up and flipped the coat closed over her front, then pulled him to her for a kiss. The taste of her on his lips sent another surge of arousal through her. “Take me home.”
Rhea was no virgin. She’d had her share of lovers, most of them picked up at this nightclub or others just like it. Sometimes the men she went home with were good looking, even attractive. And they were always drunk.
Ted, on the other hand, was gorgeous. Rhea had always known her looks would never win any awards. What had the fur store clerk said? “Frizzy hair. Freckles. Men don’t flock around you much.” That had always been true…before tonight.
“Your place,” Rhea said, and was surprised to hear the sultry, smoky tone of her own voice.
Now, with the wolf coat swirling around her ankles and Ted’s lips against her throat, Rhea felt a thousand miles away from the woman who had ventured down that dripping alley just a few hours ago. She arched her chest against Ted’s questing fingers and rubbed the bulge in his pants. He had said she was like an animal, and didn’t she feel like one? Fierce and passionate? And…pretty?
They didn’t even make it out the club door before he’d pushed her up against a wall and slid his hand beneath her skirt. His fingers inched down and found her slickness, left over from before, and Rhea let out a low moan. A growl, really, that surprised her and made Ted shudder against her while he tongued her neck. His finger stroked her once, twice, and her hips bucked on the verge of orgasm. He slipped one finger inside her, and she came like a freight train.
“C’mon,” he whispered in her ear while she sagged against him in stunned satisfaction. “Let’s get out of here.”
Ted drove a Jaguar, a black one, and he drove it fast. Rhea opened all the windows, and let the night hair whip her hair and the fur of the wolf coat together until it was impossible to tell where she ended and the coat began. A howl rose in her throat and she let it out, amused at how the noise made Ted squirm in his seat. She pressed her fingers to his crotch and felt the throb of his arousal, and Rhea laughed, free like the animal he had called her. Free like a wolf.
Ted proved to be as skilled at lovemaking as he was at dancing and driving. Rhea wasn’t surprised. It all had something to do with the coat.
They were scarcely in the door before he’d pushed her up against the wall, kissing her and running his hands up and down her sides. “Bedroom…” he mumbled. “That way.”
Rhea turned her head to see a door at the end of the hall. The husky tone of her voice made her smile. “Can we make it that far, do you think?”
Ted huffed against her neck, lifting her skirt higher around her hips. “If we don’t, we’ll just have to fuck another time.”
That did surprise her, enough to push him back. “Another time?”
Ted pulled away to look into her eyes. “Well, sure.”
He seemed puzzled, running his mouth up and down her chin before pulling away again. “Don’t you like me?”
“I don’t even know you,” Rhea replied.
“You could get to know me.”
She laughed, throwing back her head and letting the coat ripple around her. Then she walked toward the bedroom, curling her finger for him to follow. “We’ll see.”
She’d never been in a position of such power before. A man actually insinuating he wanted more than just one night? She was sure, now that she had it, that she wanted that. This was too much fun.
“On the bed,” she told him, looking around. Nice furniture, expensive. Black comforter on a white-painted bed. Well-chosen prints in black and white on the walls, which were white. Through another door she saw a bathroom, decorated in the same colors. He had quite a theme going on.
Obligingly, Ted went to the bed and stripped back the comforter to reveal plain sheets. Rhea grinned, walking toward him with a sway in her hips she’d never mastered before tonight. “Nice.”
He grinned, stretching out on them, hands behind his head. “Thanks.”
“Take off your clothes.”
Still grinning, he sat up to undo the buttons on his shirt. He shrugged out of the shirt, revealing a chest rippling with muscles. The line of hair on his belly trailed over what she thought was called an eight-pack. Yummy.
“Never been with a man like you,” she murmured, coming closer.
“Never been with a woman like you.”
Rhea laughed and tossed her hair. “I believe that.”
“No. I mean it. You’re amazing.”
That stopped her for a moment. She looked down at herself, at the coat, the soft fur beneath her fingers. He was
being earnest. The kind of man who’d never have given her a passing glance before was now calling her amazing. What a fucking awesome coat! But her smile faded after a moment. She had to take it off sometime.
“Take off your pants,” she said. “I want to see all of you.”
Ted obliged, stripping off his trousers and tossing them to the floor, then pushing his boxers over his thighs and down. He stood up, hands on his hips, every inch of him perfection. His cock rose from a nest of hair the color of wheat, a bit darker than that on his head.
“Beautiful,” she murmured.
Ted stroked it lightly, palming the head before moving back down the length. “I’ve been hard since I met you.”
Rhea raised an eyebrow. “Must be awfully uncomfortable. Maybe I can help you with that.”
She went to him and pushed him back onto the bed, then straddled him. The coat fell over both of them. He moaned. She moaned. Then she laughed.
Rhea bent to capture his mouth with hers, nibbling at his lips until he parted them. Her tongue darted inside, stroking, and his returned the favor. He put his hands around her, under the heavy fur. He ran them up and down the fabric of her dress.
Rhea slid down his body, kissing and nibbling and sucking, until she reached the beauty of his erection and slid it down her throat. Her lips touched the base of it, his curling pubic hair tickling her nose. He throbbed inside her mouth. She smiled as she slid her mouth up and over the head of his prick, adding a bit of extra suction at the tip.
Ted muttered an expletive that made her chuckle. His hand found her hair, tangled in it, and pulled gently. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
She sat up to look at him. “That’s the point, isn’t it?”
Ted blinked lust-glazed eyes. “But I want to make love to you first.”
For a moment, she only stared at him. “All right.”
He’d already given her multiple explosive orgasms, but Ted seemed intent on providing her with even more. Without regard to his own pleasure, which was a concept that frankly boggled Rhea’s brain. No man, ever, had taken the time to do the things he was doing to her without expecting something in return.
“I want to make love to you on top of it,” Ted told her, stripping off the heavy fur and tossing it down on his bed.
The fur on their bodies seemed to spur them both on in ways Rhea had never even imagined. Ted went down on her again, licking her to yet another mind-blowing orgasm, and while she was still shuddering beneath him he slid inside her. He kissed her thoroughly, tasting her lips, before he began to move. When he did, when he began to thrust, each movement was exquisite, like a carefully orchestrated dance designed to send her to the heights of ecstasy.
“I want to feel you come around me,” he whispered in her ear.
Never in a million years would Rhea have thought her body capable of such a thing. Yet when he moaned her name as he moved inside her, she responded. Again, the shivers of climax rippled through her, and she dug her nails into his back, grabbing his ass to shove him harder into her.
He rolled so she ended up on top of him. The cool air caressed her. She hooked her fingers in the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head, throwing it to the floor. Now she was naked, too. Her unbound breasts bounced with every thrust. Rhea let her head loll back; let the rising sensation flood through her.
“I can’t come again. It’s impossible!” She cried the words even as she felt familiar stirrings inside her.
“Anything is possible!”
She laughed, gloriously, riding him as another wave of pleasure made her head spin. On and on through the night they rutted like beasts, up and down and in positions she bet the Kama Sutra hadn’t heard of. She had orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm, and Ted’s cries of ecstasy let her know he was feeling the same.
How lucky to be a woman, Rhea thought drowsily when, at last, Ted had thrust his final thrust and screamed his final scream, collapsing on top of her in a cloud of cologne and sweat. Yes, she was lucky to be a woman, especially after a night like that.
She woke to see the light of morning streaming through the windows. Somewhere a shower was droning on and on. She heard singing. That would be Ted, Rhea thought with a lazy stretch. He didn’t sing as well as he screwed.
She rolled to her side, meaning to fling out her hand and caress the coat which had changed her whole life. Instead of the plush, rich fur, however, Rhea’s fingers slid across skin. If Ted was in the shower, who was in the bed?
She blinked twice, slowly. It was not Ted in the bed with her. It was still the coat, but it had changed.
“Shit,” Rhea said. It was just her sort of luck. “No wonder it was on sale.”
The hood was still there, and the arms, and even the crimson lining. Now, however, the red cloth was sewn to a different sort of skin. A man’s skin. His hair was black shot through with gray.
Whoever had processed the skin had done an excellent job, for he was still in one piece from head to foot. The arms had been hollowed and stretched cleverly to form the arms of the coat. The only imperfection in the skin was where the jaw split to form a hood, which when pulled over the wearer’s head would frame the face.
All in all, it was a magnificent piece of craftsmanship, and an incredibly unique garment…even if she’d only get to wear it once a month, when the moon was full.
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I was born and then I lived a while and I did some stuff. Then I did some things and whatnot. Now, I mostly write books.
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