by Sy Walker
I stopped for a moment and remembered the good times of my old relationship, but there weren’t many. I sent a message to Owen and I was quick to receive a message back. He took me up on my offer of meeting for coffee.
I sat this café drinking my coffee and watching the clock. Owen was already late and I was beginning to think that maybe he was not coming. It was possible that he saw what I looked like through the window and had decided against it. I wouldn’t exactly call myself a catch, but I knew that there was one guy that had always been ready and willing to welcome me with open arms. I still remembered the look on Jackson’s face, as I rendered him unconscious and left him lying on the floor of the penthouse that we shared together.
I constantly looked at my phone and was quite amazed that he had not reached out. I thought for sure that he would be begging for forgiveness and asking for another chance all over again. It was a destructive pattern in our relationship and one that I did not want to repeat. This thing with Owen for me was only physical. I wanted something that was fleeting and pleasurable with an element of danger mixed in for good measure. His profile was pretty straightforward and he really didn’t wait long to respond to my e-mail.
I could see my reflection in the window. I had to admit that cleaned up nicely. I shaved off the beard, although that wouldn’t make much of a difference after a couple of hours. Being one of the last white wolves, I had to contend with a 5:00 shadow every couple of hours. It’s a small price to pay to have this power in the palm of my hand.
I saw a shadow and looked up to see this bruiser of a man standing there with long shaggy hair and a beard to match. He was magnificent and had muscles bulging in all the right places. I almost fainted at the sight of him in all leather. The size of his organ pressing up against those pants was not exactly lost on me.
He didn’t say anything, as he slid into the seat across me and placed his hands on the table with leather gloves affixed to each hand. “I admit that you are a pleasant surprise. I thought that you were being a little too secretive. The only reason why I was second guessing this was because I don’t usually go in for blind dates. This is the first time that I have not been disappointed. To be honest, I like my man on the slim side and I suppose it makes me feel like I have the power.” He had these strange eyes. One was yellow and one was green and that was not uncommon for creatures like us.
“I’m glad that you took a chance and met me here. I want to be upfront and honest with you from the very beginning. I have been in a relationship that has been rocky at the best of times. We recently separated and now I’m looking for something new and a little bit dangerous.” Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his black Harley Davidson gleaming with the chrome being hit by the sun from above. I’d never driven one myself, but I had always fantasized about wrapping my arms around a man from behind and feeling that engine purr underneath me.
“I’m not sure that I like the idea of being the rebound man. Normally, I like to get to know somebody first, but for you I think that I will make an exception. You have the kind of body that I could spend a whole night getting to know from the top to the bottom. You know that I’m an Alpha and I know that you’re an Omega. That makes us infinitely qualified to be together.” He reached over and touched my hand and there was this instant electricity that formed between us. My cock began to grow and it was already semi erect from the moment that he stood over me in that manly and physical way.
I swallowed hard and looked at his hand to see that his fingers were now nimbly working up and down each finger. He brought my hand over to his mouth and he sucked that first index finger and then did the same thing to the others. His tongue was igniting that part of myself and I growled underneath my breath. I didn’t want anybody to know what was going on in the corner of the café away from prying eyes.
“I just want…hot animal sex, that will keep us both going, until the crack of dawn.” I hoped that didn’t make me sound like a slut, but the idea of him manhandling me was something that I could envision in my head. “I don’t mean to be, so blunt and bold, but I’ve recently learned that my meek and mild persona is not getting me anywhere. If I don’t take the bull by the horns, then I’m going to miss out on life and I’m not sure that I can live with that.” I watched, as he continued to give my fingers the attention that I had never gotten before. His foot came over and began to move up my leg in an agonizing slow pace.
“I like that you were able to take the initiative and some Omegas are pretty much wallpaper. I don’t want some wilted flower hanging off of my arm. I know that you said that you only wanted a one night stand, but I’m not sure that that’s going to be possible. I find you attractive, sexually available and you look good enough to eat.” He fluttered his eyes in my direction and I gasped out loud. “I do mean to be bold and brazen. I like to take risks and I don’t think that you would be here, if you weren’t willing to play by my rules.” His firm hand and the way that he talked with authority had made me feel like I was ready and willing to bend over right here at the table.
“You do paint a vivid picture. What exactly do you have in mind?” He gave me back my hand, but his foot was now rubbing my crotch. It was giving me the incentive to move things along “I don’t usually throw caution to the wind, but I think I need to change a few things about myself. I always seem to attract the wrong kind of guy. This is the first time that I’ve gone out and specifically targeted a man of your caliber.” He was licking his lips and I wondered what his beard would feel like rubbing up against my thigh.
“I don’t really need to know that much about you. You certainly didn’t have to tell me about a past love and that really is none of my business. From this moment on the past means nothing and the only thing that matters is the future. I want you to get up and go to the washroom and take off your underwear.” I wasn’t sure, if he was kidding or not, but the look in his eyes told me that he was dead serious.
“I don’t know if I can do that.” He grabbed my chin and made me look right into his eye.
“I think that you want to do anything that I tell you to. If you don’t do what I ask in the next 20 seconds, then I’m going to get up and walk out that door and you will never see me again.” His ultimatum made me stand on shaky legs and walk away from the best thing that ever happened to me. I glanced over my shoulder to see that he was drumming his fingers impatiently on the table.
I went into the bathroom and into a cubicle, taking off my pants and then pulling down my silk blue underwear, until they were in my hand. I didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do with them, but I was curious to find out. When I put my black pants back on, I felt like going commando was something that I could seriously get used to. The feel of my package rubbing up against my zipper with nothing to hold it back was making it virtually impossible for anybody not to notice that I was sporting an erection that was going to beat the band.
I went over to the sink and placed my hands on the brown ugly Formica. I looked at myself in the mirror and wasn’t quite sure how I got into this. There was no way that I was going to back down, not when a slice of heaven was waiting for me back at the table. I had my underwear bunched up into my fist, hoping that nobody would notice, but not really caring, if they did or not.
“You can do this. This is what you wanted and he’s right there ready for you. Don’t be a pussy and grow a damn pair and let’s go and get this done.” I was giving myself encouragement, while turning on the taps and splashing cold water in my face. It gave me the courage to stand up and walk back to table and place my underwear right in front of him for everybody to see.
He glanced up at me and then took my underwear and put them in his pocket. He was making this noise in the pit of his stomach. He looked visibly excited and I was tempted to get down on my knees and go down on him right here and right now. It felt like I was being compelled to play the part of a submissive bitch.
“I’m beginning to think that this is going to be a start of a beautiful arrang
ement. There’s a motel across the street. Let me pay the bill and then we can go over there and see what we can’t do about putting a smile on both of our faces. I do hope that you like large objects to put into your mouth. I have a nice meat sandwich that has your name on it.” I was actually salivating at the chance to please him in any way. The way that he talked made me feel trapped, but it was the feeling of captivity that made me want to follow this through to the end.
“Um…I’m…not sure what you mean by that.” My voice was cracking and my inexperience was starting to show through. I’d only had two lovers and both were vastly lacking in one particular department. I never really did have anything to compare them to.
Owen took my hand and placed it up against his package. I grabbed it without thinking and I traced the length of it through his leather pants down the left side of his leg. I wasn’t quite sure that it was possible that he could possess something like that. If I were to make an educated guess, I would say that he had nine very solid inches that were ready to take me on a ride that I would never forget.
He got up and stomped over to the counter with a $20.00 bill in his hands. He passed it over to the waitress, a comely young blond woman that had the kind of tits that defied gravity. I followed behind him, staring at his ass and then looking over at the waitress to see that she was doing the exact same thing. I heard her whisper to me “I should’ve known that all the good ones are either married or gay. I would gladly change places with you. You are a very lucky man and I hope that you can handle what he has to dish out. I think that we can both agree that the bad boy has a certain quality that makes us crave the man underneath the leather.” I wasn’t sure how I was to answer that, so I just meekly smiled and followed the man of my dreams across the street to the motel.
I stood outside nervously and I was tempted to bite my nails, but I was trying to break that habit. It was a nasty thing to do, but it was something that I had always had from the moment that I was old enough to know any better. The motel was virtually deserted and the only vehicle in the parking lot closer to the street was a black pickup.
Chapter three
I looked at him by the bed and I couldn’t help, but to admire the way that he carried himself. I was basically shaking in my boots and he was standing there eyeing me like I was some kinda steak to be devoured. “It’s not much, but at least it has a king size bed. I do believe that we will be utilizing that.” His intention was pretty clear. I wanted to slow things down, but apparently he didn’t want any part of that.
He came over and placed his hand up against my throat cutting off my air supply and making me feel like I had bitten off more than I could chew. He was, so forceful and demanding and he had me pressed up against the door with his eyes traveling down over my body.
“I think that it would be a good idea that I leave. This wasn’t what I wanted and maybe it would the best that we shake hands and part ways.” I couldn’t believe that I was actually saying something like this. It was not what I wanted, but my body and my head were struggling to try to find a happy medium. “I’m not saying that I don’t want you, but the way that you are acting scares me.” I didn’t know where I had lost my balls, but I was going to have to find them and man up.
“I don’t think that you understand. You’re not going anywhere and I really don’t think that you want to anyway. It’s interesting that you contacted me, because you’re not exactly the type of guy that I gravitate towards. You wear these expensive suits and clothing that probably cost more than my motorcycle outside.” He let go of me, only long enough to rip open my shirt. The buttons tore loose and flew everywhere. The material was destroyed and I doubt that even a seasoned tailor would be able to fix what he had just destroyed in a matter of seconds.
“Oh my…that was a little unexpected.” He ran his hand down over my chest and then suddenly stuck his hand down the front of my pants. Without the underwear in the way, he was able to grasp on to my flesh and give it long languid strokes. With his other hand, he undid my belt and then unsnapped the button at the top, so that he would have easier access to the goods.
“I wasn’t expecting to feel eight nice inches. Let’s just say that I’ve been disappointed in the past.” That was one thing that we had in common. “I love the wetness on the tip and that let’s me know just how excited you are to be in my arms.” He had me pinned up against the door and I suppose I could’ve forced my way past him, but I didn’t want to.
“You’re…not exactly the type of guy that I find myself with either.” The leather that he was wearing was my Achilles’ heel. Any time that I saw anybody in anything leather, I would pant for the chance to unveil what was hidden underneath. I had my hands up against the door and I could barely move, as he explored my shaft. He used the wetness at the tip to spread that liquid gold all over. He pulled his hand free. He had purposely left me begging for more. It was his way of making sure that I wasn’t going to bolt for the hills. I had this vision of a cardboard cutout of myself running through the door like in those cartoons I watched when I was a kid.
“I do believe that the old adage of opposites attract apply to the both of us. I like that you are a little nervous and it’s going to make it that much more delicious to get you naked. You are going to suck my cock and I’m going to make you deepthroat it.” I didn’t think that he was going to have to force me to do anything. I was more than willing to supply him with oral gratification, along with any other body part that he deemed worthy of taking for a test drive.
“I want that… I didn’t think that I would, but I do.” He kissed me and held my hair tangled in his hands, so that there was no way that I was going to escape. I moaned incoherently into his mouth, while we dueled tongues to see who was going to come out on top. This man could kiss like no other. He was still stroking me, but now he had found a way to unzip my pants and pull them down, until my cock was jutting freely from my midsection. He slapped it with his hand and made it bounce for his amusement.
Pulling my shirt and my jacket off over my shoulders was soon followed by my pants being relieved from around my ankles. I stood in front of him completely bare and at the mercy of his eager and hungry eyes. I was the only one that was naked and the fact that he was still wearing his clothes was only making me a little bit more self-conscious. This nervous energy surrounded me. I found myself Airborne and landing on that mattress.
He leaped with ease, until he was straddling me and had his crotch and the smell of that leather, so close to my mouth that I could almost taste it. He took out his cock and it was a fat piece of sausage that was waiting to have the attention of my mouth. I bit my lip and then licked my mouth, while he tapped that large head against my face. He brought it over to my mouth and soon I was trying to accommodate the girth of that large snake between his legs.
“The best thing that you can do is relax.” That was easier said than done, but I was going to try nonetheless. “It’s probably a little bigger than you’re used to. Trust me I’ve had other guys think that they weren’t capable of swallowing me and found out that they could with a little bit of encouragement.” That encouragement came with his hand gripping my hair and force feeding me an injection of beef.
I loved the feel of him stretching my jaws and sliding across my tongue with the rest of his shaft following suit. He tapped at the back of my mouth and I stared at him with wide eyed wonder, until finally I was giving him an internal massage like no other. My throat opened up and I thought for sure that I was going to gag, but I didn’t. It was almost like he was meant to be there. He started to rock back and forth; fucking my face and making me revel in the feel of his juices dripping incessantly on to my tongue.
“This is, so fucking good. I don’t think that I’ve ever had a man that could take me that easily.” He was unbuttoning his shirt and I saw the scar on his shoulder in the shape of a crescent moon. That was a little strange, considering that wolves have an amazing capacity to heal. I really didn’t get a chance to give i
t much thought, as he began to fuck my face just a little bit harder. He was smiling and most likely was going to leave my lips bruised by the end of it.
I suddenly found my inner strength and I was able to reach around and grab onto his leather clad cheeks. I didn’t want him to think that I was just going to lie there and take it. He had to know that I wanted to be here and was not just some kind of living sex doll.
He finally pulled free, leaving me breathless and almost begging him with my eyes to continue what he started. “Owen, I’m impressed that I was able to do that. I thought that it was going to be an effort in futility, but apparently I don’t know what I’m capable of. You awakened something inside me that I didn’t even know was there.” He moved his glistening cock down my chest, until he was gripping my own member with his in both hands. He rubbed us both against each other and then he moved into position with my ankles in his hands.
“I need you to be… YESSSS.” I thought that I was going to ask him to be gentle, but he had taken that notion right out of my head. He had applied pressure with that knob and now the head of his cock was deeply imbedded past the resistance of the ring of my ass. That was the biggest part of him and I thought for sure that I was going to come unglued. “Jesus Christ…I didn’t think it was possible that I could want something like that. I’ve always been a little shy, but you are changing that.” He was breathing heavy and his hairy chest was rising and falling with each breath.
A trickle of sweat now accumulated in his chest hair and gave him a bear like quality. He moved a little closer, sinking a couple of more inches into the dark recesses of my hole. The tightness wrapped around him like a glove and the suction was more than enough to draw him closer with each stroke. He was taking his time and I could tell that he was in no hurry to finish this off anytime soon.
