Nightwolf

“I’ve had this secret obsession with making you come,” he says, leaning in to place his mouth at the soft slope where my neck meets my shoulders. The feeling of his lips there sends a violent shiver down my spine.

“That’s funny,” I say through a gasping breath. “I’ve had a secret obsession with you making me come as well.”

I feel him smile against my skin. “I don’t think it was much of a secret.”

I tense up and he pulls back, grinning at me.

“You mean you’ve known how I felt about you?” I ask, breath hitching as he slowly slides another finger over me.

“I told you I knew when you were staring,” he says. “Suddenly you weren’t looking at me like an older brother anymore.”

“And there I thought I had an air of mystery about me,” I grumble, adjusting myself on his hand, wanting him deeper.

“You’re a lot of things, baby,” he murmurs roughly.

Baby. He just called me baby.

I think I might die.

“And fucking greedy is one of them,” he goes on with moan as he pushes two more fingers inside me, practically fisting me.

“Fuck.” I gasp loudly, my body squeezing around him. His fingers feel as good as any cock I’ve ever had. But I know his cock would feel even better.

“I dreamed about what you’d sound like too,” he adds, his voice taking on a silken tone. “You sound better than in my dreams.”

“Doesn’t seem fair that this is a one-way street,” I tell him, trying to reach down with one hand to grab his cock, guide him to me.

He plunges his free hand into the water and grabs my wrist firmly to stop me. “This isn’t about me.”

“You think I want your cock inside me for your own pleasure?” I say, my eyes pinching shut for a second as his fingers fuck me deeper. “Oh, no. That’s all about me, too.”

He grins. “As I said. Fucking greedy.”

To punctuate his words, he thrusts his fingers in harder, bending and curling over all the right spots, the pressure inside me building like a river at a dam.

“Wolf,” I whimper, my body starting to shake.

I try to hold back, try to keep myself from going over the edge. I want to come like crazy, but I’m afraid it’s too soon, that this might be it. I want this to last forever. What if this is all I get?

I bite down on my tongue, gripping his shoulders, trying to meet his eyes.

Fuck, he’s so beautiful.

And he’s staring at me like I’m some goddess from above.

“That’s it, baby, look at me when you come,” he says in a deep, gruff voice, and then I’m letting go, into the freefall.

I come hard on his hand, rocking my hips into him, his fingers diving deeper, leaving no inch unexplored. I cry out, a string of expletives that ring out across the night, and it feels like my soul is being torn in a million little beautiful pieces, softly floating down from those stars.

Holy shit.

I mean, holy shit.

What the hell just happened to me?

I gasp for breath, my body still quivering over his, and he’s smiling like he’s the king of the fucking world. He grabs me by the waist and moves me over so I’m sitting on the bench, my head back along the edge of the hot tub, the black sky swirling above me.

I can’t believe Wolf just made me come.

That he finger fucked me.

Wolf.

My Wolf.

This was not at all what I thought the day would bring when I woke up this morning.

That’s when it dawns on me. He just fucked me with his hand and we haven’t even kissed yet.

I open my eyes, my vision momentarily blurry as the alcohol and waves of the orgasm are still making my world spin. “Come here,” I murmur, reaching up for his face which is just inches away, my fingertips running over his beautiful bone structure. I try to pull him closer, to finally kiss him, but he just starts slipping downward.

“Where are you going?” I ask, though it becomes obvious from the way he parts my legs, the dancing look in his eyes as he sinks deeper into the water. “You’re going to drown.”

He smirks at me. “I won’t.”

His head disappears under the water.

His hands grip my inner thighs, pushing them apart.

I’m still throbbing, my body on fire, and I know I’m too sensitive, but the moment he pushes the wet fabric of my underwear to the side, I suddenly realize I could go again.

Oh, I could go again and again.

And, apparently, so can he. He doesn’t hesitate, he just jams his head between my legs and starts assaulting me with his tongue until my thighs are gripping his head and my eyes are rolling back.

Now, I’ve had sex in a hot tub before. And I’ve obviously been fingered in a hot tub before. But I’ve never had anyone go down on me in a hot tub before, and for all the normal reasons, including the fact that it’s over a hundred degrees, and also the person would drown in less than a minute.