Stain of Midnight

by Cassandra Moore

  “Only the ones who give me a reason to. I’ve been up about an hour. You needed the extra sleep.” She crooked her finger to beckon him over. “You don’t have to stand all the way over there.”

  He chuckled wryly. “I’m trying to be smooth about this massive wood I’m sporting.”

  Laughter doubled her over. Her shirt rode up further. His cock paid enough attention to ache. “At least you’re honest! Get over here, Cameron. I don’t care about your stiffy.”

  “That’s disappointing,” he teased, but he crossed over to her all the same.

  She pushed off the desk to stand up straight. Her shirt dropped to cover the dark down of hair between her legs, but gave him a glimpse as it did. When he reached her, she rested one hand on his stomach. “Maybe I care a little about it.”

  “Just a little?” He leaned in to press his lips against hers. Soft and warm, just as he remembered from their more tender moments the night before. Eager, too, as they caressed his then parted for a tantalizing brush of their tongues.

  Her hand slid down his stomach to duck beneath his waistband. “More than a little.”

  A groan escaped him as she stroked her fingertips over his shaft. Around the base to the underside, then along the bottom to tease the seam. Heat engulfed the head as she wrapped her hand around it. He couldn’t keep his hips still. They demanded he shift them forward to push the length of him through the tight passage formed by her hand. “Fuck,” he said between clenched teeth.

  “That’s the idea, yes,” she purred.

  From last night, he should have remembered how strong she was. She showed him again as she pushed him around until the backs of his legs bumped against the desk. Though she didn’t need strength with her hand wrapped around his shaft. No sane man would resist what a woman wanted when she had his cock in her grip. As a reward, she caressed it with a long, slow stroke, and all coherent thought fled straight out of his mind.

  She dropped to her knees in front of him and took his pants with her. They fell to rest around his ankles. The sight of her there, kneeling in front of him with his shirt draped over her frame, made his cock twitch with pure arousal. She looked up at him. Dark lashes veiled dark eyes as she flashed him a mischievous smirk.

  Then she wrapped her lips around his cock. Heat enveloped the head with a torturous slowness that drew a tormented moan from him. The strength fled his legs. He leaned back on the desk, braced with his hands on the edge, and widened his stance to find his balance again. She drew back, sliding her tongue along the underside of his shaft as she went. Heat tingled over the sensitive skin in her wake.

  Again, she drew him into her mouth. Her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft to stretch his skin tight and make it all the more responsive to her teasing tongue. If he looked down his body he could see her, his cock in her hand, suckling at it as if she couldn’t get enough of him. His balls ached to see her there, all but begging for him to come inside her. In her mouth, in her cunt, as often as she would take him.

  Wood creaked beneath his hands as they clenched. She’d drawn as much of him as she could into her, buried him deep in her hot mouth. Fire seared up his spine. When she drew back, she held still, motionless with him half-hilted between her lips. He needed more of her. So he thrust forward, deliberate but longing, until he was fully in her mouth again.

  She moaned her arousal, and he almost lost control. The pleasure of it excited him, of course it did, but that she wanted to suck him, wanted him to fuck her mouth, that inflamed him more. He took one hand off the desk to cup the back of her head so he could steady her against his thrusts. Another moan, another tug of suction on his cock to tell him she approved.

  Lost in the heat of her, he let his instinct take over. He rolled his hips forward to push himself deeper. Her tongue cradled the base of his cock and lapped at it as he withdrew. Deep moans coaxed him to thrust into her mouth again and again, until he took her mouth with gentle abandon. Her hand worked in rhythm with her lips and tongue to cover his entire shaft with sensation. Heat swelled in his belly as prickles tingled through his nerves. His balls tightened with the release that threatened to claim him.

  It took all his willpower to stop. “Close...” he warned.

  In response, she tightened her grip on his cock and took it into her mouth once more. His eyes snapped open wide at the sudden flash of pleasure. The orgasm slammed through him with a rush of heat down his spine. A snarl ripped out of him as she worked him for every shudder he would give her.

  She stopped when he quivered at her touch. “Mm. Yes. I definitely care more than a little about your stiffy.”

  “Ngh,” he said, ever witty in the wake of a mind-blowing orgasm. Blew more than my mind. Praise the fucking moon. “Anytime you want to show it how much you care, you just let me know. I’ll drop everything.”

  “How about your pants?”

  “Especially those.” He gestured in the general direction of one of the desk drawers. “I keep a bottle of water in there, if you want it.”

  “And you’re thoughtful, too.” A pleased smirk tugged at her lips. She rose so she could walk around to fish the water out of the desk drawer.

  Which reminded him of an important thought he’d had. “Maybe not as thoughtful as I should have been. Last night, I didn’t think to ask about wrapping that thing up before I put it in.”

  She twisted the top off the water bottle as she came back around to his side of the desk. “Neither of us thought too much last night. Thanks for saying, Cam, but it’s okay. It’s not like you’re going to give me werewolf herpes. And I’m diligent about making sure I’m not going to come up pregnant.”

  “Just making sure. I try to be responsible.”

  “You’re a real stand-up guy.” She took a swig of water.

  “When you’re around? All I do is stand up. That most of all.” He looked down at his cock.

  She chuckled. “Not a reaction you’ll catch me complaining about.”

  “Good thing, since we don’t have a lot of say over when those things pay attention.” He watched her as she leaned against the edge of the desk. Everything about her form said strength and agility, from her muscular build to her proud posture. Her throat moved as she swallowed her water, and his mind drifted back to a few minutes before, when it hadn’t been water and he hadn’t been watching.

  “You’re staring,” she said, amused as she broke his reverie.

  “I can’t help it. You’re hard to look away from.” He reached out to liberate the water bottle from her. “But it occurs to me, there are better ways to appreciate how fucking gorgeous you are.”

  One of her eyebrows arched. “Are there?”

  “Yep.” Once he had the water safely out of his way, he stood in front of her to rest his hands on her hips. “Want to learn more?”

  “Sign me up for your newsletter.”

  “Here’s the first issue.” He lifted her up onto the surface of the desk. A few papers dropped off the side, displaced by her shapely backside. He left them on the floor. Mindful that she had enough desk to support her, he laid her back over the surface. Both legs dangled over the edge, but not for long. He took only a moment to kick off his useless sweats before he knelt down between her thighs.

  Her legs parted for him, shameless in her desire. Beneath a well-groomed down of dark hair, her pussy waited for him. The scent of her arousal piqued his senses, roused the most primal of his instincts as nothing else. He stroked the inside of her thigh with his fingertips and traced idle patterns on the skin there, working up toward the join of her legs.

  She gasped when his fingers touched home. With deliberate caresses, he traced each slick fold of flesh to paint it with her slickness and savored the heat of her against his hand. A soft whimper escaped her, and her legs fell further open. His cock twitched against his thigh. There was nothing more beautiful than a woman spread fully before him, wet and wanting his touch.

  If that was what she wanted, he would give it to her. He pu
lled at her folds with a gentle insistence to sensitize them even more. As she started to writhe with greater desire, he caught her clit between his thumb and forefinger. That earned him a wanton moan. He glanced up from between her legs to see her stretched back, head tilted back with a rapturous look. His cock twitched again with a sudden, renewed interest in another round.

  It would have to wait until she got hers. Until he had heard her come for him and watched her shudder with her release. But he could sure as hell taste her before he got his cock wet again. Paper crinkled under his knees as he leaned forward. Her breath caught with anticipation. It came out in a moan as his fingertips spread her open for his questing tongue.

  Wetness melted over his tongue as he lapped at her, first with a long, slow stroke from base to engorged clit, then smaller tastes over each fold. “Oh fuck, Cam,” she said, voice breathy and rough with pleasure.

  “Not yet,” he murmured, lips still against her cunt. “Soon. I want to hear you come before I take you again.”

  She answered with a throaty groan as he suckled her clit between his lips. He teased at it with tiny swipes of his tongue tip until her hips rolled against his mouth with hungry motions. “Please,” she gasped.

  “Please what?” he asked, then sucked at her clit again to interrupt her answer.

  It took a moment for her to do more than moan. “More.”

  Actions spoke far louder than words. So he replied with long swipes of his tongue. As he did, he wet his fingertip at the entrance of her pussy, teasing at the heated skin before he pushed himself slowly inside.

  Her back arched with the intensity of her pleasure. By now, his cock had come back to full attention, and ached with his own renewed need. How could he not ache for her, with her scent in his nose and her taste on his lips, and her voice moaning his name? With her twisting in his hand while he worked his finger within her?

  He slipped a second finger in to join the first, buried to his knuckles in her slick heat. She cried out, back bowed, as he spread her. Like the rest of him, his hands weren’t small, and he could feel how he stretched her to take him. He made come-hither motions with his fingers inside her, shifting his position until he found the perfect spot. A loud cry of “Cameron!” told him when he’d hit the right place.

  Papers and envelopes tumbled off the desk as she clutched at the desk’s surface. By now, it didn’t seem like she could keep still. He could feel her clench harder around his fingers, and her hips lifted to press her harder to his tongue. “Cam, I’m— I’m going to—”

  He slid a third finger into her cunt, and sucked harder at her clit.

  “Cam!” Shudders wracked her. Her cunt tensed in waves around his fingers as the release broke through her, milking his fingers as it had his cock the night before. Moans filled the room as she rode the orgasm to what he thought was its peak.

  Until she laced her fingers into his hair to pull him up. Golden eyes stared at him as she looked down at him. He’d never seen any sign of her shift until that moment, and the wolf in her gaze set his inner beast to howling.

  “Take me,” she said.

  What blood hadn’t already migrated to his cock rushed there now. He lurched up from the floor to cover her. Her dark hair scattered over his desk around her head, tousled and wild and gorgeous. One leg snaked around his back to haul him down so they pressed together, chest to chest, hip to hip. His cock slid along her pussy, still engorged and slick from her release not long before. Feeling her heat against his shaft set him on fire all over again, as if he hadn’t just fucked her mouth minutes ago.

  Heat suffused the kiss she dragged him into. No doubt in his mind how she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He reached down to grip her leg to hold against his hip, as the desk held her at the perfect height for him to thrust forward into her. She was so fucking slick, so ready for him, half his cock sank into her with the first lunge. They both gave a loud moan.

  Another thrust, and he leaned forward to brace one hand on the desk over her shoulder. The third, and he buried fully inside. Her cunt wrapped tight around his cock, and if he hadn’t come once already, he might have as he felt her clench around him. Once wasn’t enough. He drew back, cock sliding half out of her, so he could sink into her again.

  Her hips lifted off the desk to force him deeper. “Harder,” she hissed against his lips. “Come on, Cam, fuck me like you mean it.”

  A snarl tore from him. Wood creaked as he set a hard, fast rhythm, thrusting into her eager cunt. Each thrust drove her shoulder into his arm, but it trapped her there to meet every push of his hips. She threw her head back and cried out with rough abandon. The release built fast, fueled by the way she writhed up so his cock would drive in deeper. He gritted his teeth, fighting against the urge to fill her pussy with his seed.

  When she came, screaming his name and squeezing tight around his shaft, he lost the fight. Release ripped through him, white hot and blinding. He roared, thrusts turning ragged as he clawed for every pulse of heat he could bear.

  They stayed like that, him still tucked inside her and both of them breathing hard, for several long moments. Fuck knew, he didn’t want to pull himself out of her incredible body, but all the exertion had left him thirsty as hell. A frisson of sharp sensation shot through him as his cock slipped out of her pussy. He hissed as he flopped onto the floor, back leaned up against the couch.

  She didn’t open her eyes as she spoke. “Holy shit.”

  He chuckled as he sat back on his heels. “Mm-hmm. You’re really fucking hot, you know that?”

  “You’re not so bad yourself.” The eye closest to him cracked open. Her gaze darted down to the erection that rose up between his legs. “You know, you could sit on that couch.”

  “Getting onto the seat sounded like a lot of effort. Mind if I have a drink of your water?”

  “It’s a little late to be squeamish about cooties.”

  “You have a good point.” He reached over for the water bottle to take a long drink. “I’ve gotta say, you are a damn fine desk accessory. Distracting as hell, though. And shit for organization.”

  “Aww. Have I ruined the filing system for your very important...” Her hand flailed above her head until she came up with an envelope to look at. “...credit card offers?”

  Cameron snorted. “You have. How can I evaluate which amazing, one-of-a-kind opportunity to pay high interest to take?”

  She slid her finger under the flap to open the envelope, slow enough for him to know she would have stopped if he protested. Not that he cared if she opened his junk mail. “Let me help you with that. Hm. This isn’t an offer you’ll want to miss.”

  “Really.”

  “Mm-hmm.” She cleared her throat. “Cameron Roswell, you have been pre-selected to fuck me again sometime.”

  “Where do I sign for that? I don’t care what the interest rate is.” He held up the water bottle and sloshed it a bit. “You want some of this?”

  “Shit, do I.” The little roll off the desk wouldn’t win her points for grace, but the way she walked on her knees across the carpet sure would. It was about as sensual as anything he had ever seen.

  Except. As she turned about to sit next to him, he had to stifle a snicker. “Um, you’ve got a sticky note on your ass.”

  She twisted to look over her shoulder. The disgusted expression almost cracked him up. “Do I? Great. I’m the epitome of sexy.”

  “I think so.”

  “Your tastes kind of scare me.”

  That did it. He laughed. “Not the first time I’ve heard that. You always this frisky in the morning, Sunny?”

  One eyebrow lifted. “Sunny?”

  A blush heated the back of his neck. “Uh. Yeah. When I walked in and saw you, you were standing in a sunbeam. It made you look, well, sunny. Radiant, I guess. And your name is Sonja, and Sunny sounds similar, and I thought—”

  She interrupted him with a kiss. “Don’t sound so nervous. I like it. It’s the first time you’ve called me an
ything but ‘Carter’.”

  “I’m pretty sure I’ve at least called you ‘Sonja Fucking Carter’, too.”

  “I stand corrected.” Her smirk was mischievous. “Though that one’s accurate.”

  “If this is what I get for calling you ‘Sonja Fucking Carter’, I’m scrapping Sunny.”

  “You get more with Sunny.”

  “Score one for the nickname.” He paused to gather his words into a coherent order. “So, I’ve been wrong about you. Really wrong. And I’m a big enough person to say so. I don’t understand you yet, but I’d like the chance to. If you’ll let me.”

  She regarded him for a long moment, brown eyes deep and thoughtful. When she moved, it was to place a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. “I’m not one to let people close to me, Cam. Not for a long time. You sure you want to be an exception to that?”

  “I’m pretty sure I want to be the exception to that.” His words surprised him. That he meant them surprised him more. “Give me the opportunity to prove it to both of us.”

  Her head canted. “You’ve earned it. I’m not an easy woman to get close to. You should know that up front.”

  “And I’m a hard-headed bastard who likes a challenge, so you suit me just fine.” He leaned in for another kiss. It lingered, prolonged by a tenderness he couldn’t recall sharing with anyone else. “You ready to face today? I don’t know if I am, but it’s not going to wait for us to decide we’re prepared for it.”

  “No,” she said with a gusty sigh. “But we need to. Please tell me you have coffee. I can’t face today uncaffeinated.”

  He couldn’t disagree.

  Chapter Seven

  “So, is this an expression of modern art or what?” Cameron asked. He gestured with his coffee at the sticky note installation on his wall.

  Sonja snorted. “Yes. An abstract visualization of werewolf ideas, expressed in tiny paper squares. It’s the ritual from last night.”