by Callie Rose
He’s going commando just like I am—it’s a common shifter habit—and his heavy cock practically leaps into my hand, the velvety flesh hot and hard against my palm. I fist him, still watching his face as I dart my tongue out and run it over the tip of his crown. He’s thick and long, and I want to look at his cock, to fucking study it while I drag my tongue up and down his length.
But right now, I want to see his expression more.
I’m entranced by the way his jaw clenches, his nostrils flaring as he sucks in a sharp breath. It’s shadowy and dark in the alley, but I can still see his eyes blazing, almost like there’s a fire inside him that burns hotter with every stroke of my tongue.
Slowly, I wrap my lips around him, then start to work my way down his shaft. It takes a few strokes before the skin is fully slicked, and I start to use my hand as I move a little faster, hollowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his lips pulling back in something like a snarl as one of his large hands settles on the top of my head, tangling in my hair. “Those fucking lips. That fucking mouth. And your gorgeous goddamn eyes. You look like a filthy angel sucking my cock, baby.”
I let out a low moan around his shaft as my core clenches.
Jesus. What the hell is it about this man?
I’ve never particularly liked it when guys try to call me pet names in bed—but maybe that’s because none of the guys I’ve hooked up with in this little blip of a town know how to do it right. When Kian murmurs filthy words to me while I blow him, it makes me almost as hot as it did when he had his fingers stuffed inside me.
With one hand following the movement of my mouth, I brace my other hand on his thick thigh, feeling the muscles contract under my palm as he starts to meet my movements with thrusts of his hips. It’s like he can’t help himself. His grip on my hair tightens until my scalp stings, and his cock hits the back of my throat with every thrust, cutting off my air and making my heart beat faster. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, and I gasp for breath every time he pulls out, relaxing my throat and repressing my gag reflex every time he thrusts in again.
This isn’t just a blowjob.
He’s fucking my mouth—pushing me right to the edge of what I can take.
And on that knife’s edge is a kind of pleasure I’ve never experienced before. Something animalistic and raw, a deep, primal need that urges me to take my hand off his shaft and grip his ass, urging him deeper as drool and precum dribble down my chin. It’s just my mouth on him now, and he’s controlling the movements, his hips thrusting toward me as he uses his grip on my hair to hold me in place.
“Amora…”
He groans out my name as his cock swells against my tongue, and the first jet of his release hits the back of my throat. I swallow instinctively, then swallow again as more salty cum fills my mouth. He barely softens at all as the orgasm finally dies out, and I run my tongue over his slick shaft to clean him off, then wipe my chin as he slips out of my mouth. He releases his grip on my hair and grabs me by the shoulders to help me up, but he doesn’t even give me a chance to find my balance before he’s on me again.
His large hand splays across my jaw, tilting my head up at just the right angle as he drops his lips to mine for a fierce kiss.
My back hits the wall again, and as my body arches into his touch, a giddy sort of relief fills me.
It doesn’t matter that I just came, or that he did too.
We’re not done yet.
Chapter 3
We barely make it back to the hotel room Kian is staying in.
The town is small enough that it’s in walking distance from the bar, but we keep getting held up as we stop to kiss and grope at each other like horny teenagers. The only thing keeping me from dragging him into another alley and demanding he fuck me right there is the fact that I want more room to maneuver. I want to be able to see him naked—every single damn inch of him—and that’s harder to accomplish in a dingy alley than it is in a hotel room with a door.
The door in question almost comes off its hinges when we burst into the hotel room like a hurricane, and Kian slams it shut with so much force that I swear I hear the wood crack. But the integrity of a hotel room door is the furthest thing from my mind now that I’ve got what I want.
Kian. Alone.
We crash through the room in a chaotic tangle of limbs, running into walls and practically knocking over a dresser as our hands roam hungrily over each other’s bodies, lips locked in a kiss that doesn’t allow for such trivial things as oxygen. I grab the hem of his shirt and tug it off over his head before dragging my fingernails down the sculpted ridges of his abs. He growls, a sound that’s somewhere between a warning and a noise of pure pleasure. When I start fumbling with his pants, he yanks my hands away and then peels my dress off in one smooth motion.
It’s no fucking fair, because that was the only article of clothing I had on besides my shoes, and now I’m naked and he’s not. I’m about to whine my displeasure, but the sound morphs into a yelp as he picks me up and tosses me onto my back on the bed. I toe off my shoes, and he kicks them under the bed as he approaches, shoving his pants down over his hips. His cock juts out from his body, as hard and thick as it was before I put my mouth on it not that long ago. I want to make some comment about his stamina, but I seem to have lost the power of speech again.
The curtains are open, allowing ambient light to spill into the room, but I suddenly wish we’d thought to turn on a light when we first crashed into the room. I can see him pretty well in the low light, but everything I see just makes me want to study him in more depth. I want to memorize every damn detail, because I’m pretty sure it would fill up my spank bank for the rest of my life.
His waist is lean and muscled, and with the way the shadows fall over his washboard abs, I can count every single ridge on them. His torso broadens out into a wide chest, with muscular shoulders and arms covered in the tattoos I got a peek of earlier.
He’s… breathtaking.
Gorgeous.
Like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
And that’s saying something, considering that a lot of shifter males are muscular and attractive. But Kian? There’s something about him that makes my pussy clench just looking at him. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me like he can guess every single thought in my head and likes what he’s seeing. Maybe it’s the way he crawls up onto the bed with me and spreads my legs without a moment’s hesitation, like a hunter claiming his prize.
His strong fingers dig into my thighs, and he presses my legs so wide that my muscles ache from the stretch. Then he drops his head and slides his tongue through my folds. He ends on my clit, flattening his tongue so that it drags over the sensitive nub in a way that makes me quiver.
“You taste even better than you smell,” he mutters, not even bothering to stop lapping at me as he speaks.
He nips at my clit as if I taste so good that he’s tempted to eat me up, and my thigh muscles clench as my legs instinctively try to wrap around his head. He lets out another low growl and presses them apart again, pinning me in place as he takes his time sliding his tongue up and over and around my clit until pleasure is burning through my veins like kerosene.
Despite his tight grip on me, I writhe beneath him as much as I’m able to, my hips shifting on the bed as my breath comes in short gasps.
I’m close.
So fucking close.
I’m about to come all over his face—
—when he stops.
A strangled sound pours from my lips as I wrench my head off the bed to look down at him. He licks his lips, then drags a hand over his chin, his glittering eyes finding mine in the darkness.
“Don’t come until I give you permission,” he says in that deep fucking voice of his.
My eyebrows shoot up, and I’m about to ask what the hell he’s talking about when he hooks his arms under my knees to drag me closer to him, then drives into me with a single hard thrust.
Whatever I was going to say turns into a scream as my body reacts to the intrusion, my pussy walls clenching hard around him as every nerve ending in my body lights up. The deep, burning pleasure of an orgasm starts to build in my core, and Kian’s large hand wraps around my throat.
It’s not tight enough to cut off my air supply entirely, but it’s enough pressure to send my pulse skyrocketing, and the shock of it halts my orgasm in its tracks.
“I said don’t come until I tell you to,” he murmurs roughly. “It’ll be better. Trust me.”
His cock is still buried to the hilt inside me, but he doesn’t move—as if he knows that even a single thrust right now will send me over the edge. I stare up at him, my throat convulsing beneath his palm as I swallow hard. I’m hovering right at the precipice, so close, so fucking desperate to come.
But some part of me wants what he’s promising more.
Some part of me wants to give over to him entirely.
To let this man control my pleasure.
So I suck in a breath through my nose, letting my nostrils flare wide as I fill my lungs. I breathe out on a shaky exhale as my core squeezes his cock again, my toes curling as I fight back the pleasure that hovers in every corner of my body like a tsunami waiting to strike.
Kian waits, giving me a chance to master myself, and when he can see that the edge of tension has left my body, he nods in satisfaction. “You good?”
I nod, the gesture tiny with his hand still wrapped around my neck. He loosens his grip just a little as a devastating smile spreads across his lips.
“Good,” he murmurs.
Then he drags his cock out of me, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back inside.
I almost scream again, my entire body tensing up as all the pleasure I thought I had gotten a handle on comes rushing back through me in an uncontrollable torment.
Kian chuckles deeply, giving me another second to gather myself before he draws out and thrusts again. But then he stops waiting. He starts to fuck me like he means it, setting a deep, punishing pace that has me biting down on my bottom lip so hard I taste blood.
Fuck. I’m gonna come.
I can’t stop it. I can’t hold it back. Not with his cock filling me so perfectly every time he drives into me. Not with his muscled body straining and flexing over mine. Not with the way he’s looking at me, and the way his hand still wraps around my throat.
“Kian,” I gasp out. “I can’t—”
He bares his teeth, his own chest heaving as he leans down to shut me up with a kiss. There’s something about the almost violent way his tongue strokes against mine that tells me he’s holding himself back too, and that makes me try harder to keep myself from falling over the edge.
I cling to him, digging my nails into his back so hard they have to be leaving crescent shaped marks on his tattooed skin. My heels are digging into his ass, my body arching beneath his, and my clit throbs every time his cock spears into me.
When he pulls all the way out, I don’t even have time to be disappointed before he flips me over onto my stomach and drags me up onto all fours. Then he slides back in and drives into me so hard that the bed creaks beneath us. The ancient metal frame smacks against the wall with each thrust, and even though there’s less direct pressure on my clit in this position, I can feel him everywhere.
I’m gasping—or maybe I’m sobbing, I’m not even sure anymore. All I know is that there’s an electric current in my body, filling me up until I can no longer contain it. My arms are shaking, and when I let out a whimper, Kian’s palm cracks across my ass. The shock of pain makes me grunt, and I feel arousal slide down my thighs as the pain turns into liquid pleasure, radiating out from the very pit of my stomach.
“Not yet,” he warns, his voice taut and strained. “Wait for me. Fuck, you’re too good.”
I let out an unintelligible noise, throwing my head back as he hits a spot inside me that makes me see stars.
He curses again, then drapes his upper body over mine, his hot breath brushing over my ear. “Come with me, Amora. Now.”
And I do.
I don’t know if I could’ve lasted another second even if he hadn’t given me the command. My body has been teetering on the edge of ecstasy for too long, and the second I stop trying to hold it back, an orgasm comes rushing in, slamming into me like an eighteen-wheeler. I scream out my pleasure as Kian drives into me again and again, grinding his hips against me as his cock pulses and throbs.
Slowly, we stop moving, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
My thighs are wet when he pulls out of me, slick with a mixture of his cum and my arousal, and I realize that we never really talked about protection or any of that shit. Not that I’m worried about getting pregnant. My cycle is literally as regular as the moon, and I know there’s no chance of that happening right now. Usually, I make the guys I come into town and hook up with wear condoms, but I don’t think I would’ve let Kian do that if he’d tried.
I wanted—needed—to feel every inch of him, no barriers between us. I already miss the feeling of having him inside me, and I don’t think that’s something I’ve ever experienced after sex.
We both collapse to the mattress, lying sprawled out side by side with our limbs touching. I feel fucking boneless, like I could sink straight through the bed. It takes a few minutes for me to catch my breath, and another few minutes to work up the motivation to get up and slip into the bathroom to clean up a bit.
I grin at my reflection in the mirror, at the dazed green eyes and flushed cheeks and messy dark hair of the woman staring back at me. Then I wipe up the sticky mess between my legs and return to the bedroom, flicking on the light as I enter.
Kian is stretched out on the bed with one arm propped behind his head, completely naked. Even in this shitty lighting, he looks gorgeous. His skin is a dark tan color, and the tattoos that arc over his flesh are intricate and beautiful. His cock still hasn’t completely softened, and I let myself stare at it for a moment as Kian stares at me.
He seems completely unbothered by me ogling him like a piece of meat, probably because he’s running his hungry gaze over me in pretty much the exact same way. I like the feeling of his attention on me, the way I can feel his gaze tracking up and down my form.
I saunter back into the room and crawl onto the bed, but instead of lying down next to him, I crawl up to straddle him, resting my knees on either side of his hips. His half-hard cock rests between us, trapped between my pussy and his lower belly, and he grins up at me.
Normally, I’d probably be looking for an excuse to leave right about now, eager to get back to pack lands after blowing off some steam. But I don’t really feel like going anywhere, and from the possessive way Kian’s hands settle on my hips, he doesn’t seem like he’s in a hurry to let me leave.
“And to think,” I murmur, shifting my hips a little to drag my pussy over his cock as I rest my palms on his chest, “I almost settled for poker night tonight.”
He chuckles, but something flashes in his eyes, darkening them a bit. “With who?”
I bite back a grin. “Just a friend. The alpha of my pack, actually. It’s amazing he’ll still play with me, considering how much money I’ve won from him over the years.”
Kian’s hands tighten on my hips. “I’m glad you let him keep his money tonight.”
“Me too.” I trace one of the tattoos on his chest. “I’m glad you came to Keggers tonight.”
A smile curves his full lips. “I almost didn’t. Thank fuck I changed my mind.”
God, his smile is breathtaking. It cuts across his face, softening the hard lines of his features, and I can see it reflected in his gold-rimmed eyes. I drag my pussy over his cock again as I gaze down at him, watching heat flare in his expression. The friction and pressure on my clit feel amazing. I don’t expect to come again after the intense orgasms I had earlier, but my body is still humming with pleasure, still hungry for sensation.
I pick up my pa
ce a little, rolling my hips to get more friction on my clit as Kian’s hands start to roam. He slides them up to cup my breasts, tugging at my nipples and making me bite my lower lip. I switch up the rhythm of my hips, making a sort of figure-eight pattern as I use the velvety hardness of his dick to bring me pleasure.
“Gorgeous,” Kian murmurs, releasing my breasts after one more sharp pinch of my nipples. His hands move downward again, his thick fingers gripping my ass.
Then he grabs a handful of my ass cheek in one hand, spreading me open a bit as the fingers of his other hand press against my back hole.
I yelp, my drooping eyelids flaring wide open, and he lets out a laugh that sends vibrations straight to my clit.
I scowl at him, swatting at his chest. “Hey. Warn a girl next time before you—”
Whatever else I was about to say gets lost in a groan as he pushes his finger deep inside me.
“I’m going to finger your asshole,” he says belatedly.
I try to scowl again, but my face can’t quite figure out how to do it. I really didn’t think I could come again, but sparks are dancing through my body, and the throbbing in my clit intensifies as I grind against his cock.
Kian stares up at me, his gaze devouring every little expression that crosses my features as he toys with my asshole the same way he did with my pussy earlier—like he fucking owns it.
My eyelids flutter, falling shut as I arch my back a little, sliding up and down over his cock as he works a second finger into my ass. I’m smearing my wetness all over him, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all, and I glide easily over the hard length of his shaft as I swivel my hips. When I come, I can feel my ass tighten around his fingers, and although it’s not as intense as my last orgasm, it rolls through me in hot waves that feel like they’ll never end.
I’m catching my breath, my eyes still closed, when Kian’s deep voice draws my focus back to him like a magnet.
