The Wolf At My Door

by Sam Hall

  “No, it’ll be fine…” I whined, but he didn’t listen. His mouth crashed down upon mine, his tongue forcing its way past my lips, his hand scraping up my side and curling around my breast. He wasted no time in pulling my nipple between his fingers, my back arching, and incoherent whimpers coming from my mouth as I felt his caress right in my clit. His mouth soon shifted, freeing his hand to move downwards, his lips closing around my nipple and drawing me in deep.

  “Oh, fuck…” I gasped as I felt his fingers slip under my skirt and over my damp thighs, pulling the saturated fabric of my underwear to one side, and then I yelped as he speared them into me. “Oh, god…oh, god…!” I cried, feeling a terrible pressure build in the base of my spine, the glancing touches to my clit as he thrust inside me making me claw at the ground.

  “Let me taste you,” he said, hissing in my ear.

  I moaned, unable to lie still under his ministrations, but wanting something more. “Yes!” I yelped as he dropped hurried kisses and pulled his fingers free, leaving me crying out from their loss, only to flip up my skirt and skim my underwear down my body. “Shaun, please…” I said. I could feel his breath on my overheated skin for a few heartbeats, and then he ran his tongue along my seam.

  My moans were coming in weird, animalistic bursts, but I couldn’t care. Along the most tender of my flesh, a slippery mobile spear flickered, tantalising in its firmness, hinting that it could provide the hard, rough friction I was craving before slipping away. His fingers returned home, sheathing themselves inside me, and he rode my jerking hips right up until his lips closed around my clit.

  Oh, fuck. It was a little like an out of body experience. My mind went white as the most incredible sensation burst through my body. I was coming, pleasure radiating out in waves, my cunt twitching around his fingers, feeling almost overpowered by his punishing strokes. When it finally stopped, I opened my eyes a crack, saw him panting and crouched over me, dick rigid. “How about now?” he asked.

  “Oh, fuck yes,” I said.

  He had a condom out of his wallet in one moment, smoothing it on and adding a small sachet of lube. I raised an eyebrow at this, and he said, “A little trick someone told me. Trust me, it will help.” Then he covered me with his body, I pulled his hips in close and arched my back to help the process. He was right, I soon realised. He was slow and careful about pushing himself inside me, pausing to let my body adjust. I needed it. I could feel a slight burn already, and I was pretty sure he was only half way in. “You OK?” he grated.

  “Yeah.”

  He took that as wholesale approval and shoved the rest in, wrenching a cry from me. I didn’t get a chance to adjust either, the control he had been using had apparently run out. His fingers dug into me as he thrust hard. It was both too much and not enough, my cunt sensitive, my nerve endings swirling with pleasure at the long-awaited friction, but I also longed to curl up in a corner and have a nice lie down. I was never great at coming more than once, so I didn’t quite know what to make of this until he shifted slightly. “Oh, fuck,” I yelped. It felt like he was fucking my clit from the inside, and instead of fingers and tongues, this massive heavy weight was pushing against it, never letting up. “Uh…uh…” My whine ratcheted up. His hand instantly went down between us, flicking over my clit. “Oh no…” I cried.

  It was harder this time. I almost wanted to scrabble away, the wave rising and rising until… My body went limp, unable to do anything else, other than twitch under him. Seriously, I wasn’t wowing anyone with my sexual performance right now, but fuck. I was seeing colours behind my lids, felt like I was tripping balls, my cunt snapping around his hardness. “Jules!” he cried, and jerked inside me, so hard I could feel the pulsations of his cum.

  It took a while for us to move. It felt like having a house land on you or surviving a plane crash. You knew something momentous had just happened, and you had to pause for a moment to collect yourself. He pulled free of me, almost painfully, and then flopped down on the blanket. I looked across at him, and he looked back at me and…we laughed. It was stupid and ridiculous, but seriously, there was no other appropriate response. In that laughter was wonder and awe and self-congratulation and gratitude and secretly, relief that the kind of sexual experience you’d always dreamed about actually happened. It was weird, because it was just missionary with some oral, but fuck me, it did it for me.

  “I think my vagina’s broken,” I said.

  “No, it’s not,” he said, rolling into me with a smile. “I won’t let it be.”

  “No seriously, I can’t ever have sex again. It’ll all be downhill from now. I’m going to swear off for life, go out on top.”

  “You can have a go on top anytime you like,” he said with a grin, “and I promise, if your vagina is broken, I’ll kiss it better.”

  “Oh, stop it,” I cried, wriggling back. “I’m usually one and done, so this is all a bit of shock to me. Let’s just…cool it for a sec, until I am sure my clit won’t fall off. And we didn’t get anything to eat.”

  “Well, you didn’t,” he said with a chuckle.

  “I was going to but you were all, no, no, ladies first.”

  “Are you complaining?”

  “Not at all, but I’m happy to give you a rain check on knob polishing.”

  He laughed at this, then rolled closer, “Really?”

  “Sure,” I said, trying to keep the smile on my face, but struggling as his eyes bore into mine. There was something fragile here, I thought, I needed to be careful with it. “I always pay my debts.”

  7

  “We’re going to be late for work,” Shaun murmured into my hair. I didn’t respond, just arched my back, pushing my butt against his hips, and he groaned. “You better stop that or I’ll call in sick, tie you to the bed and fuck you till you’re raw.”

  “That may be mission accomplished,” I said, feeling a twinge as I moved. “I am now thoroughly glad you bought lube.”

  “Perils of sleeping with a guy with a big dick, babe.”

  “Having sex five times in the one night might have been a contributing factor.”

  “Mmm,” he moaned as my hips shifted. “Once more could hardly make a difference…” He went to roll me over, but instead, I flipped him back, straddling him before dropping kisses lower and lower down his body.

  “I’m sure I owe you a favour,” I said, mouth hovering over the head of his dick. “What could it be?” He watched me, wide-eyed and hopeful, as I moved closer, grabbing him around the base and then bestowing one long lick from root to tip.

  “Swing your hips this way,” he hissed as my tongue made a leisurely swipe of the crown. I looked up quizzically. “We need to multitask, or we’ll be late,” he said with a grin. I shrugged and did as he asked, gasping around his cock as his tongue flicked out...

  “I’m going to get you to go with Slade today,” Finn said when I came outside.

  By the time we had finished, had a shower and got ready, Finn was waiting on the porch. He smiled politely when he saw us, greeting Shaun with a nod of his head. “See you tonight?” Shaun said, dropping a kiss on my cheek.

  “Sure.”

  “So," Finn said, "have you ever ridden a quad bike?”

  "Ah, once or twice."

  “Well, you’ll be doing a perimeter check, so I’ll get you to ride with him until he can do some bike training with you."

  I looked over to where Slade lounged against the cart, arms crossed over his chest. He regarded me silently with a steady gaze.

  "We check the fence each day. It'll be something I get you to do most mornings, so getting your head around it would be good. Be alert for signs of intrusion, footprints near the boundary, broken tree branches, holes under fences, etc. Slade will show you what to do. Show her around the rest of the site while you’re at it. I barely got through the admin buildings.”

  “Got it, boss. You ready, princess?” Princess? I looked him over with a frown. He just chuckled and walked over the quad. “You
getting on?” Finn had gotten into his cart, taking off to deal with the problem at the mine again, and I was now realising what I would have to do. I would have to get on the back of the olive green quad bike and wrap my arms and legs around a strange man. A very big, strange man.

  While many men on the Sanctuary were taller than me, for some reason it was more apparent on Slade. He had scruffy, reddish hair with a bit of a beard going, and flat hazel eyes that seemed to take in everything without reaction. He lit a cigarette in a few abrupt motions, then turned around with a frown to me. “What’s the hold up?” he asked, then followed my gaze as I watched Shaun’s back grow smaller and smaller in the distance. “What are you worried about? That Shaunie will get jealous?” His tone was filled with that entirely male disdain that was able to turn you from a confident woman to a little girl in moments.

  “Look, I…”

  “What, you stressing about spreading your legs and letting me between them? Think your boyfriend will get jealous? Worried I might get all hot and bothered about it?” I swallowed the huge lump in my throat. He voiced my fears pretty accurately, but I sounded like a conceited dickhead when he said it. “Too late, honey,” he said with a growl, taking a few steps closer, a small smile on his lips. “You breeze out here smelling of flowers, soap and sex, and I’m already half-hard. Can’t say if that will get better or worse.” He ran a finger along my jawline quickly, dropping his hand before I could jerk away. “But whatever you got going with Shaun can’t be too strong if all it takes is a bike ride to turn your head.”

  “That wasn’t what I was worried about,” I said, finally finding my voice. “It just feels…bad to be touching another guy two moments after I was having sex with the first one.”

  He cracked up at that, his teeth stark white against his bronzed skin. “Ah, god save me from small-town girls. Look, I get that back in whatever backwater town you come from you have jealous, overbearing dicks who feel like they have to growl and posture over their girls to warn off possible competitors, but I’d like to think we’ve evolved past that here. Will Shaun like you coming home tonight smelling of me? No. Will I enjoy it? Probably more than is polite to say. Will it be the latest entry in my spank bank? I don’t know, but am happy to update you once this has become clear to me. What I do want to do is my job, and according to Finn that entails driving you around, Miss Daisy. So will you do me a favour, and get on the fucking bike?”

  I gritted my teeth, taking a long whistling breath in between them, and then nodding. “I’m sorry, I do come from a backwater town, and I guess seeing a string of guys acting like possessive jerks made me think all of you had the potential to be possessive jerks. I also like him and don’t want to upset him, because hurting people’s feelings without a reason seems like shitty behaviour, but maybe that’s just me. Get on the damn bike, I promise to ignore any and all erections, semi or full, and let's go to work.”

  He grinned at me, taking one last drag from his cigarette before crushing it under his boot. “Well, c’mon.”

  I threw my leg over the back of the quad once he was on and slid behind him, forcing myself to put my arms around his waist without being weird about it. This is a job, I’m being professional, I told myself. I swear I heard him laugh as he started the bike, taking us flying down the hill.

  We stopped down at the shed to leave Buddy with Nerida and the crew for the day. She just smiled and looked over me and Slade with a lascivious eye.

  “What you’ve seen so far is what we call the admin sector,” Slade said as we rode out. “This is the married quarters.” He pointed to a cluster of larger bungalows that spread out over a rise on the other side of the admin buildings. “There’s more facilities here, creche, bakery, store… The queens need more stuff I guess, raising kids.”

  “Queens?” I asked.

  “Mothers. Most workers here were born and bred, so this is kind of a village in a way. Now, the area we need to check starts here,” he said, taking us down the path furthest away from the accommodations, where the land devolved into forest. He pulled up at the corner of a 20ft fence, covered in cyclone mesh and made from sturdy metal supports, and grabbed a clipboard from a saddlebag. “Basically, we go along the fence-line and make a sight check. There’s sensors on the wire so that if there’s a break, they pick it up early. What we’re looking for is signs of activity outside it.”

  “What would want to break into a mine site?”

  He shrugged, “What we dig up in there, its valuable, so there’s that. There’s also the dogs we keep roaming in there. Good for keeping intruders out, bad for being around little kids, if you catch my drift. We’re checking as much to make sure none of them are getting out, as keeping other things from getting in. Now if you find anything, you write it up in this report form and then file it with the fencers.”

  Were they the guys I’d spied on yesterday? I imagined walking into their shed and submitting the reports, it probably would go as well as going to the mechanics on the first day. Fuck, I was never working in a male-dominated environment again. It was too damn embarrassing.

  We walked and rode along the fence line for hours, Slade passing me a bottle of water and prompting me to drink at each interval. I was just filling in the form about some loose wire at one section, when Slade held up a hand to me. I looked up, curious as he bent down, staring into the mesh, then he gestured for me to come over slowly. I crept up to him, still getting a glare when I stepped on a twig with a snap. He crouched down and drew me with him, pointing at the wire.

  It took me a while to see them, tawny coats blending in with the brown leaf litter and tree trunks, but I had to slap a hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp when I did. There they were, two huge dogs. Not the usual German Shepherds or Rottweilers, they looked a lot like Buddy, though with a pale grey and white coat and so much bigger. “They’re so beautiful,” I whispered. Slade glanced back at me, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he took in my expression.

  “Check them out,” he hissed, and then gestured to our left. I looked hard and then fell back onto my heels. There, timidly clustered around a wide tree trunk was three puppies, each a dull brown colour with some dark ticking around the ears.

  “Oh my god!” I squeaked. I regretted it instantly as the animals started and took off.

  “You’ll see them again,” he said, and got to his feet, dusting dried grass off his pants. “C’mon, I know a nice place for lunch.” With the sun overhead, he headed for the forest, parking at the edge and pulling out a styrofoam Esky cooler, and then beckoning for me to follow him. Once past the first few trees the space opened up, and we could walk easily under a shady canopy. He gestured to a few logs which had fallen almost at right angles. He handed me a sandwich and another bottle of water and sat down, legs outstretched on the ground, his back against his log.

  “This is nice, thanks,” I said.

  “Not quite a picnic basket at Old Man Falls, but it’ll do,” he said with a wink.

  “So, I’m guessing everyone knows about that by now.”

  “You weren’t at mess, neither was Shaunie. People put two and two together. Then Dylan, who works in the kitchens, let the cat out of the bag.”

  “Oh bugger, this is tuna. Here, you have it. I can’t eat it.”

  “Seafood or eggs? Yeah, I know. I got them mixed up. Here you go, Princess, chicken salad.”

  “OK, so you heard about that too.” I unwrapped the sandwich slowly, suddenly uncomfortable.

  “Don’t start overthinking it,” Slade said. “Single blokes have got nothing much better than to gossip.”

  “Yeah, but I don’t even know you, and you’re making custom sandwiches for me based on my dietary preferences.”

  “And if one of the girls had done it, what would you say?”

  “Thanks.”

  “So, what’s the difference?”

  “Well…”

  “Well, what? It’s different because Nerida doesn’t want to fuck you? Don’t count on
that one, you should see her with a couple of drinks in her. Her and Stevie… Let’s just say I learned a whole new bag of tricks that night. Most single guys here are gonna try and get in your pants, that’s a simple fact. Thing is, what are you going to do about it?”

  “I don’t have to do anything about it, according to Kelly.”

  “That’s right, you don’t. But guys…” he reached into the cooler and pulled out some grapes, picking one off and digging his thumbnail into it and quickly pulling the skin off, before offering the green blob to me. “They’re gonna keep trying to find that currency, that tipping point which turns a no to a yes.”

  “What’s that?” I asked, looking at his hand.

  “A peeled grape. They’re always talking about them being the height of luxury in books and films.”

  “It looks like snot.”

  “Have a taste.”

  “Seriously, green blobby snot…”

  “Just try it woman! Put it in your mouth and taste. It might be great, or it might be gross. You can always spit it out. Stop thinking so much, and try it.” He rolled to his knees, grape still held outstretched, moving until his hand brushed my lips. I rolled my eyes and tried to take it from him but he shook his head. “Uh uh,” he said, and pressed the gelatinous glob to my lips. I opened them and took it.

  It just tasted like grape. Watery, sweet and a little weird, as instead of bursting with juice in my mouth, it just got rendered to goo with a few chews. I swallowed it and threw my hands in the air. “What was the big deal?”

  His face immediately split into a broad grin. “You took the grape.”

  “So?”

  “This is how it works here,” he said, shifting over, his grey eyes burning into mine. “Until you high tail it off to the married quarters, locked up tight, every single bloke will be looking for that innocuous thing to get under your skin, to get closer, to find an in.”

  “But I don’t have to say yes.”