by Julia Talbot
Leaving her for half a moment, Aaron knelt up and pulled the shirt off over his head, his smooth skin, just lightly fuzzed from nipple to nipple and then down all available to her, ready. Amazing.
“Oh, yum.” Her fingers slid all the way up, hips rocking a little faster at the sensation of heat and skin and hair on her hands.
“Oh, it’s only fair to share.” He grinned, white teeth flashing, and stopped her when she would have pulled him down again. Instead he tugged at her shirt. “You too.”
“You showed me yours, I show you mine?” She chuckled at his grin, worked the t-shirt out of her waistband, hoping to God she didn’t have on a scary bra with big holes in it. Oh. Cool. Lace. Excellent.
“Mmm. Nice. But this has to go too.” Easily lifting her, Aaron smoothed off her shirt, undid her bra, baring her to his hot gaze. “Oh. Look at that.”
He didn’t even hesitate, just bent and licked at one nipple, getting it good and wet.
Oh. Oh, wow. The difference between hot tongue and cool wind just made her nipple draw up into a tight bud, almost aching with the pleasure. “Aaron. I. Oh.”
“Yes.” Lips closing around her, Aaron sucked strongly, tongue flicking back and forth. His hands stayed busy, counting her ribs, the bumps of her spine.
Her hands wrapped around his head, held on and kept that amazing, hungry mouth right there, right where she needed it. Oh, fuck. She could come, just from that tongue and the friction of Aaron’s body.
He rubbed and licked and sucked until she was just crazy with it, her whole body arching and rolling. His cock throbbed against her, still separated by their clothes.
“I want. Aaron, please. More.” She shoved her hand down between them, palm pressed hard against Aaron’s shaft, fingers curling around his balls.
That got her a grunt, a wide-eyed look, his face turning up from her chest so he could stare at her. “I...I don’t have anything, Abby. I want you, but I wasn’t. I didn’t.”
“I do. Inside.” She should anyway. There should be a couple left from Jack. “Come... come see my bedroom?”
“Yeah. Okay.” There was no way she could feel self conscious with him smiling at her like that, hoisting himself up to grab her and sweep her inside. Aaron just made her feel at ease, period.
She was cuddled right against his side, one hand on the small of his back. It was easy, to lead him into her little room, the windows filled with plants, the double bed still mussed from this morning. She walked over to the nightstand, trying to feel sophisticated and mature, pulling out her tiny stash of condoms and setting them on the headboard.
“Oh. Perfect.” His hands slid around from her back to cover her belly. They felt huge on her, covering her. Then his fingers started in on her jeans.
Abby leaned back, arms reaching up to play with his hair. It was easy to suck in a little, make it easy for him to unfasten the button, slide the denim over her hips.
Aaron pulled them down, his cheek rubbing her belly as he bent to pull her shoes off too.
“Mmm. You smell good, honey.”
Her cheeks heated, everything in her just melting. Her hips shifted, almost rolling of their own accord, the skin of her belly sliding against his face.
He nuzzled, his chin rubbing her curls. He pressed a kiss just below her navel, hot and wet.
“You make my knees weak.” Husky, rough -- her voice sounded like it belonged to someone else.
“Good. You don’t make me weak, I have to admit. Make me hard.” His thumb rubbed down, spreading her, glancing off her clit.
“Oh!” She jerked, lips parting as she went up on her toes, legs just shaking. “Oh.”
“Come on, honey. Lie down. I want to, too.” Aaron slid right back up her body, muscles surging as he stood and swung her around to push her back on the bed.
The box springs squeaked as she bounced, legs sprawling a little as she cuddled into the mass of comforters. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“I know.” Man, he could have a mischievous smile. He really could. She’d bet he was into everything as a kid. This was no kid, though, who took his jeans off, popping the button, the zipper making a long, scratching noise.
She didn’t moan, but she couldn’t stop her tongue from sliding over her lips, her eyes following the motion of his hand.
The glory trail so lived up to its promise. When he shoved his pants down and kicked his shoes off she got a fine view of a muscled belly, firm thighs, and a hard, hard prick.
It was the easiest thing on earth, to roll over onto her belly, reach out and let her fingers slip-slide down his belly to that heavy cock. Smooth and stiff, like silk stretched over steel -- it made her mouth water, made her pussy throb.
“Uhn.” His whole body jerked, all those lean muscles rippling for her as he moved close, almost like she’d pulled on him.
Mmm... That got him close enough to... Oh, yes. Her tongue slipped all the way up his length, tracing the ridge where the head flared.
“Oh, God almighty.” His cock twitched violently before Aaron pulled away and crawled up on the bed with her, pushing her back, kissing her breathless.
Skin on skin was just what she needed, legs twining with his, fingers tangling in his hair. Oh, he was strong, wide, covering her.
She could feel him now, like she hadn’t been able too when they’d been separated by cloth, hot, little drops of moisture sliding against her hip. He rocked, kissing her, nibbling her lips like she was a treat, even as he reached for the condoms she’d dropped.
He smelled good, too. Not soapy or cologne-y, just rich and male. On her sheets. Arousing.
“You wanna put it on me?” Aaron wagged the condom between them. Laughing, his eyes just dancing. She couldn’t believe that was cute, but it was.
“You just want to be touched.” Abby giggled, grabbed the condom and worked it open.
“Hell, yes. Want to touch you, too. Want to be in you more.” Aaron wiggled, proving how hot he was for her, poking at her that way.
“Be still now.” She ducked her head, rubbing her cheek against his chest as she grabbed his cock, slid the latex on him, smoothed it down with both hands.
“Oh, easier said than done, honey.” His muscles quivered with the effort, she could see it, could feel it on her skin as he arched up against her. The hair on his belly was much softer than the stuff on his chest, springier than the hair on his head. The contrast fascinated her.
Her lips found one of his little nipples as her fingers slipped down to cup his balls, rolling them, weighing them.
“God!” He didn’t pull away, didn’t shrink from the touch. In fact, he pushed into it, humming, clutching at her. Oh, it was good, they way he responded.
He had the most amazing hands, huge and hot, dragging over her skin and tugging her closer.
“Now, honey. Yeah?” Aaron moved, pulling her legs apart, tilting her hips up, but waiting, his thick cock poised at her entrance.
“Now.” She arched up, letting him in, groaning as he stretched her, filled her up.
His forehead rested against hers as he surged into her, filling her to the hilt, hips pressing hers. A harsh groan echoed against her lips, his voice raw in his throat.
“Abby.”
“Uh-huh. Good. It’s good.” She moaned against his lips, fingers digging into his shoulders. Such pretty eyes. God.
They started moving, touching, their skin rubbing along every inch of the other’s bodies. He filled her so good, stretched her, pushing in and out, the friction almost unbearable.
The hair on his chest teased her nipples, while the press of his cock made her arch, hips rocking demanding that Aaron move faster, harder. He gave her just what she needed, his low sounds almost animalistic, his skin slapping against hers.
It was primal, amazing, hot, and it went on and on. Aaron’s eyes blazed down at
her, almost glowing, and she was captured by their color. She reached up to touch his cheek, the spring wound tighter and tighter inside her until she thought she might explode.
Aaron pushed into her over and over, bracing himself on one arm so he could touch her with the other hand. His fingers rasped against her nipples, slid over her belly, finally settling where they joined. Tiny movements made her gasp, made her buck, and he kissed her as he pressed hard at her clit, tongue pushing deep.
Abby came, squeezing down on Aaron’s cock, crying out as she flew, her whole body wracked with shudders and covered in goose bumps.
“Oh… Abby.” She could feel him moving inside her, feel it when he shot for her. It was hot and sweaty and he shook for her, and if she wasn’t as relaxed as she’d ever been in her life, she might have been a little smug.
“Mmm.” Stretching under him, Abby stroked Aaron’s back, smiling at the ceiling. Wow.
“Wow,” Aaron said, echoing her thoughts, lips sliding against her jaw.
“Can you stay?” Her fingers curled in his hair, and she watched it spring back into place when she let go.
“Hmm?” He propped up to look at her, and the weirdest expression crossed his face. “What day is it?”
“Um. Saturday.”
“No, no, the day if the month.”
“The fifteenth.” She thought. It was kind of hard to remember with him inside her, on top of her.
“Shit!” Aaron scrambled up, sliding out of her and tossing the condom aside. “I’m sorry, Abby. I can’t stay right now. In fact, I have to go. I… Oh, God. I’m sorry.”
Bending to kiss her hard, he smiled, stroking her hair. Then he gathered up her clothes and just… left. Which would have been bad enough, with the whole fuck and run thing, but it was even worse.
He’d left without even having a car to drive home.
***
“Abby, darling, I’m sure you’re just overreacting.” Deb twirled in her chair, one foot waving in the air, her pump hanging on just her toes. Those shoes were going into the rubbish as soon as she got home.
“He just left, Deb. Ran away. I mean, I admit, I took far longer than the appointment should have, but I’m… I’m just not sure I can meet with him again. It seemed really unprofessional.”
“Oh, dear. Shall I call him for you?”
She could hear Abby shifting, probably nervously moving from foot to foot. “Would you? He didn’t leave me a number, and I just want to make sure I didn’t offend him somehow.”
“Of course you didn’t. I’ll give him a ring-a-ling.” And a piece of her mind. Really, Aaron was usually so charming, so polite.
“Thanks, Deb. I’ll see you on Tuesday, right?”
“I’ll be waiting with bells on.”
Abby hung up and Deb pulled out her Rolodex. She’d be waiting with bells on, and with Aaron Weiler’s head on a platter.
Young people these days could be so rude. No matter how pretty they were.
***
Aaron woke up with Lee, curled up with his head on Lee’s belly. They’d gone to sleep nose to tail, fuzzy as could be, locked securely in their little basement hideaway. Now they were kinda nose to more interesting parts of the human anatomy.
Nuzzling, Aaron breathed deep, smiling at the scent of musk and male.
Male… Female. Oh, shit, he needed to call Abby. Apologize.
“Hey, lover, where are you going in such a hurry?” Lee caught him by the leg, reeling him back in to grin down at him. Those light brown eyes were lit up with mischief, and there was a definite morning hard-on pressed against his hip.
“My coffee date. I left in a hurry yesterday.”
“A man might get jealous, Aaron.”
“Bullshit. You know I love you more than my luggage. Did we get Gil to come in and do the feeding this morning?”
“Yeah. Some of us were concentrating on business.”
Oh, asshole. Aaron turned and bit Lee hard on the shoulder. “You’ll like her. If I can get her to talk to me again.”
“You will. You have those big puppy dog eyes.” Lee moved closer. “I could smell her on you when you came home.”
“Mmm. You liked?”
“I did.” Lee’s mouth slid wetly across his shoulder, tongue flicking out to taste his skin. “She smelled good. You smelled like sex. I would have eaten you alive if we’d had time.”
Laughing, Aaron rolled, straddling his Lee and bending to take a lip-mashing kiss. “You can now.”
“I can!” Pinching his ass, Lee licked his lips, kissing him again, starting to rub up on him.
“I can wait—oh, there. I can wait to call.”
“Right here?” Lee’s hand found his cock, stroking up and down, giving him the best kind of friction.
“Uh-huh. Christ, Lee. More.” His own hands started to wander, rubbing down Lee’s back, clutching at that muscled ass. Goddamn, Lee had a tight, tiny heiny. He did love it. Aaron pushed at Lee’s crease with his fingers, needing to feel. He didn’t feel guilty; he and Lee played a lot. He did feel the need to reconnect.
Moaning, twisting, Lee gave it up, spreading for him. His fingers slid against that hot little hole, so different from Abby’s slick center, so ready for him anyway.
“Love how hot you are, baby.”
“Shut up and get inside me, lover.”
“Oh, yeah.” Scrambling, he grabbed the lube. He got his fingers slick, pushing two into Lee’s body, stretching that tight hole. Aaron didn’t need a condom. Lee and him, they couldn’t give anything to each other.
He couldn’t wait until Abby knew that…
“Stop thinking about your girl and get your butt over here.” A sharp edge was starting to enter Lee’s voice, a growl of need.
“Maybe you just need to make sure I’m not thinking of anyone else.”
Lee stared at him over one shoulder, teeth bared, ass pushing back on his fingers. “Now.”
“Yeah.” Oh, God, look at that man. So good to him. So hot. Aaron gave Lee what he needed, fingers pulling free so he could replace them with his cock, the heat from Lee’s body making him moan. Making him sweat.
“Love you, baby,” he said, draping himself over Lee’s back.
“Uh-huh. Keep going.” Lee’s voice was all wolf, now. All fur and teeth and primal instinct.
Aaron went with it, slamming hard into that beautiful, muscular body, his own sounds reduced to grunts and snarls. He bit at Lee’s shoulder, needing to taste male musk and salt, reveling in the differences between his encounter with Abby and this hard mating.
If he ever got them together, he might just explode.
Lee arched for him, reaching back to grab the hand Aaron used to hold his hip, pulling it forward to touch Lee’s cock. His fingers wrapped around the shaft, his fingertips tracing the heavy vein beneath. The smell of them together made his mouth water, made him want things they didn’t have time for right now. So instead he bit down on the nape of Lee’s neck, stroking hard and fast at the beautiful prick in his hand, daring Lee not to come.
His lover spent for him, wet heat coating his hand, and Aaron moaned, lips on the back of Lee’s shoulder, pressing hard while he pumped his release into Lee’s body. So good. Like home. Necessary.
Chuckling, Lee slumped down on their bed, taking him down too. “So, when are you going to tell her?”
“About you? Or about the whole fuzzy thing?”
“Either. Both.”
“I just met her, Lee. Hell, I probably pissed her off running like that. Give me time.”
Lee patted his butt, laughing. “That’s one thing we have plenty of, lover.”
“Mmmhmm.” Aaron snuggled in again, putting his head on Lee’s shoulder. He needed to call Abby, but he wouldn’t be able to see her until the moon cycled out of full, anyway.
It
could wait.
***
The phone rang not five minutes before Abby was leaving for her appointment with Deb.
Abby bit her lip, staring at it. What if it was Deb, calling to cancel. Abby had held it together pretty darned well, really, considering the incident she’d had Monday. It had involved a bloodhound, an aloe plant and a panic attack.
She really felt like she needed some therapy.
Finally, she reached for the phone, clearing her throat. “Hello?”
“Abby! I’m so glad I finally caught you. I’ve been trying to call and apologize for days now.” The warm voice went right to her toes, even though the little voice in her head was telling her toes to stuff it.
“Okay, you’ve apologized. Thanks for all of your help, Aaron. Now,--”
“No. No, don’t hang up, Abby. I want to make it up to you.”
“How? You know, you left without even a car to drive home in. I didn’t think I was all that, but I never thought I was chew my arm off ugly.”
“You’re not! It’s hard to explain, but I’d like to try. Over dinner.”
Dinner. With Aaron. The prospect thrilled her as much as it gave her the heebie jeebies.
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.” She peered at the clock. “I have to go see Deb. Bye, Aaron.”
She hung up, feeling a little vindicated, feeling like she’d run out on him this time. Maybe, just maybe, if he called again, she’d say yes.
***
Aaron waited outside Deb’s office, holding tight to the leash, It had taken a hell of a lot to get the damned guard to let him in with an animal, even when his canine companion showed all the signs of being a service dog.
A service dog. Lee was gonna bite his ass off.
Still, Lee would be the best thing for Abby to get over her fuzzy phobia. He was a man in wolf’s clothing, after all.
Of course, if she stayed in there with Deb much longer, he was gonna have to take Lee out to tinkle on the perfectly manicured grass.
Lee leaned down, chewed on the cuff of his jeans. Asshole.
