by Jamie Lake
“You alright?” he asked me.
“Sure. I’ve only almost been killed half a dozen times in the last few days but other than that…” I said, opening my eyes and smiling. I cast my eyes back down to the river and watched the foamy water run along. I brought my hand up and let the cool water trickle along the side of my fingers. It ran down and lingered as it reached my fingertip, then bloomed in size before falling down and melting back into the mass of water. I sighed, and then rested my hand against the rock. The water ran down and left a thin dark stain over the rock.
He chuckled. “I know. It’s a lot to take in. But I wanted to let you know, I’ll protect you. I would never let anything happen to you.”
He said it with such sincerity and authority, I believed him. He’d proven himself to be nothing but trustworthy so far, other than the fact that his brother said the only reason he’d pursued me was because I was the Special One and that without me, he’d have no control over the tribe of werewolves.
He’d admitted that had been the original motivation but that he’d fallen for me. I didn’t know if it was my loneliness begging me to believe him or the fact that in the quietness of my heart, I thought I could trust him.
I wanted to trust him. I needed to. He’d given his life for me after all. And he’d been there when I had been in danger.
“I appreciate that,” I finally said. It was the only thing I could think of to say.
He studied me for a moment, as if trying to read my thoughts. His long tongue ran across the fullness of his lips.
“You look good,” he told me, his eyes running up and down me, as if he were undressing me. He placed his hands behind him and leaned back, stretching out his wide torso. My eyes lingered over him as he, too reached into the river and captured some of the water on his fingers. He brought it up and rested it on his chest. The drops fell down and trickled down his skin. My breath caught in my throat as I watched the narrow streams run down his rippling body. It made me hungry, but I had to remember the rule – no touching allowed.
I blushed. “Thanks.”
“You, too,” I told him.
“Yeah? Tell me…” he said.
“Tell you what?” I asked.
“Tell me how good I look,” he said with that smirk of his.
“Why?” I asked him. “You need an ego boost?”
“No, but I know it will turn you on if you do it,” he said.
I looked at him, knowing I shouldn’t engage. It would only complicate things. But I couldn't help myself. I swung my feet from side to side and pursed my lips.
“Maybe …” I teased. “Maybe not…”
“Oh?” he said, raising his thick eyebrow. “Is that so.”
He leaned forward, his arms resting on his thick, muscular thighs. “Well, the rules are no touching … but there’s nothing wrong with looking or touching myself.”
Fuck, why did he have to do this to me? I took a deep breath, knowing better than to engage. But he made me do it, I swear. Maybe it was the rhythmic, melodic tone of his voice that drew me in, or maybe it was the way that five o’clock shadow of his fell across his strong jawline; or maybe it was the gorgeously soft yet intensely sexy eyes of his that did. Whatever it was, he’d gotten me.
“I love the way you look,” I told him in a soft voice.
“What do you love about it?” he asked, licking his lips again. His hands ran down his body, placing more water along his exposed skin.
“Your chest, your arms …” I told him.
“Better to lift you with,” he said with a smirk. My big bad wolf.
“Your stomach, those abs…” I added.
“Mmm, I love it when you sit on my stomach, the way I can tease your backside with this…” he said, grabbing his now full and erect cock, the outline of which I could see in his trousers, snaking and tenting his pants.
Fuck, I thought, as he pressed his pants around the outline and squeezed tightly. My heart fluttered and my own penis twitched as I gazed upon him and told him everything I loved about him.
“And your lips … your fucking lips.” I couldn’t help but touch myself, too. My cock was aching and swelling. God, I needed a good sucking and fucking, something to relieve the stress. I gasped as I grabbed hold of my own swelling erection and the two of us sat there, separate but bonded, too. We looked at each other as we played with ourselves and I could feel the lust and passion brimming inside me.
“Better to suck you with,” he said, biting his lips. “Mmm… tell me what you want me to do to you.”
His voice rumbled and the memories of being with him that first night came back to me. I’d never experienced such an intense and passionate time with any man. I never knew it was possible to feel that way – only in my wildest imagination. I quickly glanced around but it appeared as if we were alone. Blood boiled within and my erection ached to be unleashed from my trousers. I didn’t know if it was just in my head, but the water seemed to rush by faster and more powerfully, and a hazy sensation came over me. My eyelids drooped forward as I watched Buck run his hand all over his crotch.
“I want you to kiss in between my thighs…” I told him.
“Oh, I will baby. And I’m going to lick them and bite them, too,” he said.
I could almost feel his soft, moist, big lips, working their way from my knees along my inner thighs. I closed my eyes and could imagine the heat of his breath feathering me as his tongue teased my flesh, nibbling, gnawing on my skin between his teeth.
The tension between us was intense and it was taking all my restraint not to crawl over to him. I squirmed, feeling the jagged rock pinching against my ass and thighs as murmurs escaped my lips.
“Mmmm,” he rumbled. “And what else?”
My hand massaged my thighs, sliding up and down until it reached my balls.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Grab those balls.”
I did as I was told, grabbing my balls, only my thick denims separating my hand from my meaty scrotum. I wished it was him doing it but with his hypnotic voice guiding me, I imagined it was him touching me, him gripping me, his hands scratching my thighs.
“Mmmm, I forgot how much you love when I play with your balls. Do you imagine it’s my hands on you right now? Pushing your jeans down and taking your nice, hard length into my hand?”
“Yes.”
I rubbed harder on my balls. I gripped one in my hand through my jeans and groaned as he stroked himself through his own clothing. I closed my eyes to the memories of him inside of me. I envisioned him stroking me and licking every inch of my body while I moaned against him. He might be dominating and rough, but he always made sure I was more than satisfied. All of these fantasies and rules were driving me insane.
Buck sat in front of me and watched me touch myself. I stood over him, and he was close enough that I could just reach out and touch him. But there were rules, and I couldn’t. I whimpered as I watched his tongue flick out and roll around his lips again. His eyes were glued to my hardening cock. He bit the edge of his lips and his fingers squeezed his hard nipples. I could see the ministrations were affecting him. His nipples were rock hard and his chest rose and fell rhythmically.
“But you don’t want just my hand, do you?”
I shook my head no. I couldn’t speak from the lust I felt, and the man chuckled. He knew how he affected me. He bit his lip again and my eyes focused on the ruby red soft pillows. I could feel myself pushing through their silky cleft and the hidden heaven inside, the sweet hot, wet slice of heaven I knew existed there.
“What are you thinking about? Were you thinking about my mouth on your cock? How I would take it slowly inside and swirl my tongue around the length?”
I groaned and stroked my cock through the thick denim. I watched his mouth as he spoke the words. There was wetness on the inner half of his lips and I couldn’t help but jerk in my pants. Deep in the recesses of my mind I could hear the relentless cascading sound of the river, and I knew that there was a wide
r world out there, a world in which I was hunted and desired, a world where I was destined to be something special, a world where Japheth was out there prowling, waiting, where he would kill me if he knew what I was doing now. But I was too far consumed by a fiery passion that I could not stop. Instead, my neck arched back as I tried to cope with the sensations coursing through my body, and I bit my lip to try and stifle my loud moans.
“Ah, you are? Very good, because when I am able to wrap my lips around you again, you’ll never want me to stop. I want to feel you deep in my throat, fill my mouth with all of your hot cum.”
“Yes.”
“Would you let me cum on your face? I would love to watch you scoop it up with your fingers and then suck it off of them. You have such a nice mouth yourself. I can’t wait to plunge inside of your hot mouth. I am going to make you gag on this big dick.”
I closed my eyes again. This man was driving me wild and I wondered how valid the rules really were. I didn’t fully remember agreeing to them, especially when my mind had been clouded with the idea of him gobbling me up. Strangely, the idea of him slamming his long length down my throat turned me on more. I liked that he took what he wanted. His intense desire was one of the things I loved about him.
I watched his hands run up and down his chest. He knew that he had me hooked, and he knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to control me and push me to my limit and beyond. Sex was exhilarating with Buck, and there was always something new around the corner.
“I think next time I fuck your face, I am going to jam something in that tight little ass of yours. I am going to make sure it is good and big, too. Get you ready for the hard ass fucking I am going to give you for all of this. You have been a very naughty boy, Nathan.”
His hands moved faster on his hard cock. I could see it growing in his pants. I couldn’t help but lick my own parched lips. The thought of him fucking my throat sent shivers through my whole body. I took a step forward, attracted to his hot body.
“No, you need to keep your distance. Unless you are wanting to end this silliness and choose me once and for all. Let me do all the things to you that we both know you desperately need.”
I was tempted; my body was pushing me towards that end. I wanted the man so bad, I almost forgot about his mild-mannered brother. Maybe I couldn’t have them both? I shook my head and decided after those hot fantasies I had, I needed to have both. I needed to have both of them inside of me. And one of them had to be Buck.
“Come on, don’t you want me to bend you over and fuck you hard in that tight little ass of yours? I will start out so slow. You will have already sucked me for a long time and made me so nice and wet, I won’t even need any lube. You will be begging me for this hard dick in that ass when I ram your throat.”
“I do miss you in my ass. You stretched me so good, made me feel so good when you were inside of me. I think about you all the time inside of me, touch myself to the idea.”
“Do you want to touch yourself right now? Without the jeans in your way?”
“So badly.”
“All you have to do is choose and I will take you in that room. Say my name, Nathan and you will be mine for good. I will give you every inch of this dick deep inside of you. You will suck me and I will fuck you every single day and night. I need you to take this cock. It wants you. Look how hard it is.”
My eyes looked down at his roaming hand on the front of his pants. I could tell he was all worked up. His rubbing was becoming more frenzied.
“Close your eyes, Nathan.”
I did as I was told. The sight of him was driving me wild. As soon as my eyes were closed, my hand became more pronounced on my cock. I could feel the heat emanating from my slow stroking hand. His words were silky and I listened to his murmuring. The sound of his rubbing against the fabric was easier to focus on, as well. Without sight, my other senses heightened.
“I want you to grip your cock through your jeans as hard as I would.”
I groaned as I added more pressure around the top half of my cock. It pulsed in my hand and I could feel the blood pounding through my length. My cock had grown down the side of my pant and I hoped he would tell me to stroke it again. I needed to feel more than just a grip; I needed some friction.
“Now I want you to move your hand up and down your full length, slowly, from the root to the tip.”
I did as he told me. When I heard the authority in his voice, I couldn’t help but do his bidding. My eyes stayed clamped shut and I groaned with the intense stimulation. I tried to imagine it was his hand on me. He would grab me hard and stroke me until the skin pulled around my head. He would tighten the skin and thrust it into his mouth.
“Oh, yes.”
“Now I want you to move your hand faster, the way I like to fuck you. I want you to stroke yourself as fast as you want me to ram you next time I get a chance.”
“Mmm.”
I mumbled and moved my hand faster over my jeans. I imagined him bending me over the couch and ramming me. He would pummel me from behind so hard and fast I would forget to breathe. I wished I could take my cock out and properly touch it. The fabric created heat against my skin and my hand flew over the length. My shaft was becoming sensitive and I whimpered with the pleasure/pain mix it was creating.
“Very good. Now reach down and take your balls back into your hand. Squeeze them in your palm, I want them both to be in your grip.”
I mumbled and did as he told me to. The first contact made me gasp. It was what I needed and I felt my cum boiling over. I was so close, but still not there. I needed something more. I pulled and gripped my balls hard, just the way Buck would want.
“Please.”
“Ahh, I love to hear you beg. What do you beg for? Do you want to touch it, feel the smooth texture in your palm? Or maybe you want to feel this hard cock stretching your ass wide. Now pull on them balls harder!”
I stretched my balls and pressed them against themselves. I moaned into the air and my eyes flew open. I needed to see him. His hand was rubbing his own length just as fast as I was and I could see his other hand was pulling on his own balls just as roughly.
I longed to unzip my pants to free the dragon within. My cock was throbbing, dripping, begging to be released into his mouth. My breath was heavy, my tongue sliding up and down my lower lip. I needed him to touch me, to taste me. I needed him to be inside me.
“Oh, yeah,” he encouraged. “Baby, you have no idea how hot it is to watch you do that.”
“Mmm,” I moaned. “Please, touch me.”
“Don’t ask me. You know I can’t,” he said.
“Please, I need you … inside of me,” I moaned. The heat was searing inside and my soul was on fire. I felt like I would need to hurl myself into the river to cool down after this. Sweat prickled on my body and I wanted to rip off my clothes and surrender myself to him, give him everything he wanted … everything we both wanted. I wanted to be speared on this rock by his massive cock, to feel the strength and power of his body dominating me.
“Fuck, please – don’t—” Then just as his breath was heavy and labored, just as the trail of sweat making its way from the sides of his face to his neck, he stopped.
My eyes shot open, and my heart began to slow.
He sat up and sniffed the air.
“Shit,” he said.
“What is it?” I asked, frustrated. I was so close to cumming and now the moment had been lost. My balls were aching so badly but he had brought me crashing down to reality.
“He’s near. I need to go.” He sat up, the fullness of his cock tented out of his pants. He tried to readjust it, leaned forward as if he were going to kiss me goodbye, but then stopped himself, mere inches from my face. “You have no idea how much I want to kiss you. How much I long to be inside of you. Be good and don’t let him or anyone else near you.”
Before I could answer, he took off into the woods – calmly, in control, with one look back at me as if to serve as a warning.
“I mean it,” he called. “Nobody.”
I sat up, pulled up my pants, knowing it wouldn’t be long before his brother would be near. My face blushed with guilt. I had nothing to be ashamed of. We hadn’t broken the rules, though we’d both wanted to and we’d come close. He had been so close that I‘d felt his sweet breath against my lips, and I ran my tongue over them to taste him. I fell back against the rock and exhaled deeply in an effort to catch my breath and calm down. I turned my neck and looked at the path he’d taken.
He’d disappeared in the clearing of the woods. It had only been seconds and I already missed him. Somehow, I knew things would only get more difficult from this moment on. I sighed and stretched, staring down at my aching crotch, wishing that we’d been able to go farther because I was in sore need of a good fucking. But since that wasn’t going to happen, I rolled over to the edge of the stream and leaned down to place my hands under the surface. I collected water in my cupped hands and brought them out, breaking the flow of liquid as I splashed it over my face. I gasped at the sharp change in temperature and shook the water away, running my hands through my wet hair. As I breathed, I looked at my reflection shimmering in the river, before a foamy wave crashed through and disrupted my reflection.
CHAPTER TWO
“I know you’re not accustomed to the food we eat,” Japheth told me as he handed me a carryout bag of hamburgers and hot piping french fries. The aroma was intoxicating and I scarfed it down like an animal. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was; I’d been running on adrenaline for so long. The burger was greasy and the chips were thin and crispy, and as I gorged myself, I sighed in contentment. The smell of cooked meat caught some of the wolves’ attention, but I think they preferred their meat a little rarer.
He sat there on the mat with me in his hut, watching me with a smile on his face.
“What?” I asked, my mouth full.
