by J. S. Cooper
“There’s one thing you forgot to take into account,” I said softly, my heart beating fast. “I’m not Little Red Riding Hood, and I’m not a little girl. I’m a wolf hunter, and when I get one in my grip, it’s very hard for them to survive.” I moved my lips to his cheek and gave him a quick kiss before moving to his ear and whispering, “In a game of predator and prey, it’s not always the predator who comes out on top.” I could feel my heart racing as I played his game, and his hand immediately fell to my ass as he held me against him tightly. He turned slightly, and his eyes looked black in the poor light, before he turned to whisper in my ear.
“I don’t care who’s on top, Evie.” His tongue licked my ear. “I just care if it’s me you’re thinking about when my hard cock is inside you.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on his hardness. “I want every long hard stroke to make you think of me.” My fingers gripped his hardness, and I swallowed as he grew even harder in my hands. “Now take your clothes off. Put on the panties, bra, and blindfold, and wait. Don’t touch yourself either. I want your body waiting in sweet anticipation for the moment when one of us touches you.”
“I don’t want—” I started, but he cut me off and stepped away from me.
“Legs in the air, Evie. You’ll find that not knowing when or who will make it even more exciting.” And then he walked out of the room, leaving the door open. I stared at the open door and then at the underwear he’d given me. I couldn’t believe I was even contemplating staying, especially after seeing the letters and being locked up in the room. However, I just couldn’t seem to leave. Not yet. I wanted to see how everything was going to play out. I wanted to find out exactly what was going on here. And if I was honest with myself, I wanted to be with Tyler as well. I didn’t think about that too hard though, as I didn’t like what it said about me.
Chapter 41
Tyler was right. The anticipation of not knowing what was coming was exciting and scary. As I lay on the carpet by the door, I felt self-conscious in my bra and panties. I also wondered what the fuck I was doing lying there. I have to admit, part of me felt like a fool. I mean, how could I not? There I was, practically naked, with my legs in the air, waiting for someone to come and touch me. Yes, it was the sexiest situation I’d ever been in, but it was also one of the stupidest.
I know some people wonder why I stayed then. They ask, like Hailey, what happened to my brain? What can I tell you? I don’t know. Maybe the endorphins rushing through my body were warping my mind. I don’t know. I can’t explain it. My brain was shouting at me to leave, but another part of me—the daredevil part—didn’t want me to leave. The daredevil part of me wanted to see what was going to happen. The confident part of me felt like I could get through this. It was almost as if I had something to prove to myself. I wanted to get to the bottom of the Eugenie mystery, and I wanted to work out Tyler’s story.
I knew that wanting to sleep with Tyler wasn’t something I could control. It was my body talking, my soul. There was a deeper story to Tyler. I could see it in the sadness of his eyes. I could hear it in the hesitation in his voice when he spoke about Grant. I could feel it in the way his fingers touched me tenderly. Something in him struck a chord in me.
I heard footsteps coming towards me, and I froze. All of a sudden, I wasn’t as excited. All of a sudden, I was tense. I couldn’t see anything though the blindfold. I’d have no idea who was touching me. It was a weird situation to be in. It was scary, but it was also exhilarating.
A part of me had always wanted to explore my sexual side, but I’d always held back. I wasn’t sure why. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was sexually repressed or just scared what society would think of me. So I’d always been the good girl. I’d stuck to only sleeping with the guys I dated, even when they hadn’t been great in bed. Even when I’d been propositioned by men so hot, they’d melted my panties off with a look, I hadn’t slept with them because I wasn’t a one-night girl. I wasn’t a girl who fucked just to fuck, though that had obviously changed now. I’d slept with Grant, and I’d enjoyed it, psycho or not.
However, in this moment, all I could think about was Tyler. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to be touched by him. I wanted to feel the electricity coursing through our bodies as we made love. I wanted to be taken to the top of the cliff, not knowing if I would make it down alive. I wanted to jump off a building, not knowing if a net was waiting there to catch me. I wanted to be consumed by him. My body felt feverish just thinking of him.
And then I felt the first touch. Right in the middle between my legs. Fingers rubbed me gently back and forth, and my entire body shook immediately. I felt pressure against my clit. I felt fingers moving back and forth gently and then more roughly, as if they knew how close I was to an orgasm already. My legs fell to the floor, and he growled and pulled them back up. I moaned at the loss of his fingers and felt him move my legs over his shoulders. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips.
“Tyler,” I said gently, knowing it was him from his taste and smell.
“You saw me?” he responded as he pulled the blindfold off me.
“No.” I licked his lips as I shook my head.
“How did you know it was me?” He looked at me with surprised eyes.
“I know your smell. I know your taste. I know your touch.” And then I said the words I’d been thinking from the beginning. “And I knew it was you who would come.”
“Oh?” His eyes twinkled. “You knew, huh?”
“I knew.” I nodded. I knew deep inside there had been a little bit of doubt, but internally I’d known, somehow, it would be him who came. I wasn’t sure I’d have been able to sit and wait if I’d thought there was a real possibility Grant was going to come.
“You sound very confident.” He smiled.
“Was there a possibility Grant was going to come?”
“Grant went out, so no.” He paused. “Not this time.”
“Not this time?” I raised an eyebrow at him.
“How do I know you won’t change your mind and want him instead of me?” He stood up and pulled me up with him.
“I’m not that sort of girl.” Even as I said the words, they sounded false after everything that had happened.
“What do you want to happen tonight, Wolf Hunter?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered as his fingers ran across my shoulders.
“Touch me, tease me, and never leave me. Kiss me, lick me, I won’t think you’re easy. Fuck me, blow me, and close your eyes. I’m going to take you on the ride of your life,” he whispered in my ear as his fingers trailed down my stomach and closer to my panties. “Do you like this, Evie?” His voice was raspy, more urgent, and his eyes searched mine.
I stared back at him with my heart pounding. I shivered at the look of desire in his eyes. I was in over my head, and I knew it.
He smiled then, a warm satisfied smile as if he could read my mind. His fingers stopped their journey, and he grabbed my hands. “Are you ready for what’s next?” He pulled me closer towards him, not blinking.
I nodded slowly, barely believing I was actually in this situation and agreeing to his unspoken offer.
“Good,” he said before his lips crushed down on mine, claiming what was his.
I melted against his chest and kissed him back passionately, wanting to be an active part of this journey he wanted to take me on.
His hands squeezed my shoulders as he kissed me, and I cried out as he pulled my hair roughly. He chuckled at the sound and pulled away from me. “You need to toughen up if you want to do this. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I finally whispered in reply. “I understand.” Though I really wasn’t sure what he meant by toughen up.
“I like you, Evie. I really do,” he said as he reached behind me to undo my bra.
“You don’t even know me,” I whispered as I felt my bra being thrown to the floor.
“I know everything I need to know.” He took my hand and guided me to the bed, pushing
me down before straddling me. “I know you taste like honey.” His lips found my right breast, and he sucked on my nipple eagerly as his hand played with my left nipple and rolled it around in his fingers. His teeth gently tugged my right nipple, and I squirmed underneath him as I felt ripples of pleasure coursing through my body. His tongue flicked my nipple back and forth and then he looked up at me as I moaned. “I expect you to be louder when I’m eating you out.” He grinned and kissed down my stomach before pulling my panties off.
“Oh.” I felt delirious at how fast everything was moving. His face was in my wet pussy before I could blink, and I felt him sucking on my clit before gently flicking it with his tongue. My body moved of its own volition underneath him, and he lapped my juices up eagerly before pulling away.
“What are you doing?” I moaned as he rolled to the side of me. I looked over at him and sighed. My body felt cold and empty without him on me and touching me.
“I told you I wanted to hear you be louder when I ate you out.” He licked his lips as he stared at me. “You taste so fucking good.” He grunted as he licked.
“I was moaning,” I whimpered, reaching out to touch his chest. “Don’t stop.”
“You weren’t loud enough for me.” He lay back, and I stared at his chest. “I couldn’t tell if you wanted it.”
“What do you want from me?” I whispered as I stared down at his face.
“You tell me, Wolf Hunter.” He winked, and I knew this was a challenge. Once again, he was testing me to see how far I’d go. I grinned down at him as I felt a surge of energy and power coursing through me.
“Okay.” I grinned and stood up. I saw the hesitation and worry on his face. He thought I was going to leave. That made me feel even more confident as I pulled his boxer shorts off.
“You do that like you’re a pro.” He grinned as he realized I was staying.
“I don’t know that it’s a joking matter.” I shook my head with a smile before taking his cock in my hands and running my fingers down his shaft and grabbing his balls. “I don’t know that you want to play with me right now.”
“Oh?” He grunted as his body froze.
“I think...” I paused and bent down. “I think you should be very careful with your words right now.” I took his cock into my mouth and sucked hard, bobbing up and down for about a minute as he groaned beneath me. I could hear his breathing growing harder as I took him deep into my throat and then sat up.
“What?” He muttered as I sat on the bed next to him.
“Yes?” I smiled sweetly and then yelped as he pushed me back onto the bed and got on top of me.
“You want to play games with me?” He grunted in my ear as his fingers slipped between my legs and entered me. “Do you think you can win?” He kissed my neck as my body convulsed beneath him. “Do you think you can tease me and not give me what I want?”
“What do you want?”
“I want you, Evie.” He grunted in my ear. “I want to please you. I want to touch you. I want to taste you. I want to save you.”
“Save me from what?” I gasped as his fingers rubbed my clit rapidly, bringing me to the edge of orgasm.
“I want to save you from yourself,” he grunted as I exploded beneath his fingers, my juices flowing into his hand and over his fingers. My back arched, and I screamed at the intensity of my orgasm. My whole body was shaking as I lay there, and he kissed me lightly on the lips. “Did you enjoy that?”
I nodded and then pushed him back and straddled him, rubbing my juices over his still hard cock and thighs.
“Hold on.” He reached down and grabbed a condom packet, and I moved over as he slid it on. His eyes never left my face as he guided my hips back over to him. I moved forward and felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my entry. I moved forward gently, and he grabbed my hips and lifted me up slightly and then sat me down. I felt his cock filling me up, and I started to move back and forth quickly, my mind on nothing other than making him come as hard and fast as he’d made me come. He grabbed my breasts and played with my nipples as I rode him hard and fast. I could feel that I was going to come again, and he could sense it as well. He grabbed my hips and moved me faster, all the time grunting as his cock slid in and out of me.
“Come for me, Evie.” His voice was hoarse. “Come for me.”
I screamed as I felt his finger rubbing my clit as I continued to ride him. My orgasm was even more intense this time, and I could tell from the shaking and then stilling of his body that he was coming as well. I collapsed on top of him, and I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks.
“Are you okay?” He wiped my tears away and then kissed me.
I nodded slowly, knowing a part of me was forever changed. That I could never go back from this moment—from my actions of the last two days.
“Good, because I want to fuck you again.” He grinned at me. “I’ll give you a few seconds to get ready.”
“A few seconds?” I smiled at him and looked into his eyes, my heart beating fast. I still felt slightly concerned at my situation. I still felt like I was in a dangerous situation. I still felt every nerve in my body on edge.
It was then that I heard the door close, and footsteps walking back down the corridor. We hadn’t been alone. I shivered at the thought. Had Grant been watching us?
“He knows?” I looked up at Tyler in confusion, anxiety running through my veins.
“Yes.” He stilled. “He knows.”
“Why was he watching us?” I asked softly, cuddling into him to keep warm.
“In case you wanted him,” Tyler whispered against my head, “and in case you were still lying on the floor waiting.” His fingers ran down my back. “You see Evie, I just made it to you first.”
Chapter 42
I stared at Tyler with a shocked expression as my stomach dropped. “What do you mean, you made it to me first?”
“I’m joking.” He sat up and pulled me up with him. “There was never any possibility of him touching you again.”
“What do you mean?” I shook my head and felt my hair cascading down my back. “You just said...”
“Grant’s not going to touch you again.” He said firmly. “You’re mine now.”
“I’m yours?” I could hear a bell ringing in my ears. “And Grant was okay with that?”
“I’ve got things on him.” Tyler shrugged.
“So I can go?”
“He doesn’t want you to leave yet.” He shook his head and sighed. “This is a delicate situation.”
“Why?”
“I’m not in a position to say.” He leaned forward and kissed me.
“Does it have to do with Eugenie? And her death? Does it have to do with the drugs he gave her?”
“What drugs?” He froze and looked down at me. “What drugs?” He said again, this time his voice rising.
“The drugs which made her think she was losing her mind.” I bit my lower lip and tried to remember my training. What was I supposed to do and say in a situation like this? I froze as I realized I had no idea. I wasn’t a real investigative reporter. I was just a wanna-be, and none of my classes had prepared me for a situation like this.
“How do you know she took drugs that made her lose her mind?” He ran his hands through his hair. “What are you talking about?”
“I found some letters.” I took a deep breath, not sure if I could trust him, but knowing I didn’t have much of a choice. “She wrote letters.”
“She did?” His eyes widened. “What did they say? Where are they?”
“In the closet.” My heart thudded. “What did Grant do, Tyler? Why are you working for him?”
“It’s complicated, Evie. Please show me the letters. Do they mention Grant?” He asked softly.
“No, she never named him.” I bit my lower lip and walked over to the closet and pulled the letters out. “She loved him, but he lied to her about something. She was also on drugs. She seemed like she was losing control.”
“Let me se
e them.” He grabbed the letters from my hand, walked back to the bed, turned the lamp on, and read them quickly. He placed them on the bed next to him and I could see he was deep in thought.
“What are we going to do?” I asked as I walked towards him. He looked up at me with a distant look in his eyes. He stared at my body from head to foot and stood up and grabbed my hands without speaking. “Tyler?” I asked hesitantly. “What are you thinking?”
He pushed me down onto the bed, his eyes searching mine before kissing me hard, his tongue taking control of mine as he sought refuge in my mouth. His hands reached down and spread my legs, and he positioned himself on top of me, his cock resting next to my pussy. His lips moved from my mouth and down my neck, nibbling everything they touched. He grabbed my arms and pushed them up above my head and held them back tightly.
“Tyler?” I said his name again, my body on high alert. He grabbed something from the table next to the bed and I only knew it was handcuffs when he slid one side over my wrists and attached it to the bed post. “Wait, what are you doing?” I asked and closed my eyes as his blue eyes blazed into mine. Still he didn’t talk. He turned off the light and reached for another condom and slid it on his already hard cock. His fingers played with my nipples as I lay there, trying to move my arms even though I wasn’t able to. He lay back on top of me and kissed me lightly. I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, and his eyes sought mine. I nodded slightly, and he entered me hard and fast. I moaned as he slid into me, filling me up. I wanted to reach out and grab him, but I couldn’t touch him.
He sat up slightly and pulled my legs over his shoulders, his eyes filled with desire as he looked down at me. He slammed into me over and over again, his balls bouncing off my pussy as his cock claimed me. My body couldn’t stop from trembling, and I felt him stilling inside of me as he climaxed. He stared down into my face as we both came.
“I want to erase every memory of Grant from your mind,” he said quietly as he collapsed on top of me.