by Sky Winters
He could see the wetness that had caused their dampness clinging to her bare pussy as he began removing his own underwear, letting her get an unobstructed view of what was a sizable cock by anyone’s standards. Her eyes fell on it with certain anticipation that made him even harder.
Pushing her legs apart, he lightly flicked his tongue along the slick pink opening teasing her as she arched her back and moaned down at him.
“Hmmm, that feels good,” she purred as he slowly glided his tongue back and forth through her pussy lips, parting them further and further between pulling at her hard clit with his teeth and suckling it.
Her hands dug into his back, hooking him and trying to pull him into her. It was like music listening to her coo beneath him. He loved watching her young, smooth skin grow damp with perspiration and feeling her eager pussy dripping against his tongue. She was delicious and she was impatient.
“Please, God – Ryan. Just fuck me already,” she begged.
He ignored her, but increased his efforts of eating her out, his hands reaching upward to steady her increasingly forceful bucking as she grew more sensitive to his manipulations. Soon, she was thrashing about, begging him to give her what she wanted, the release she needed.
“Please...,” she whimpered.
“Shhh, Lucy. Let me take care of you,” he whispered against her thigh before returning to tease her clit with his tongue once more.
He could feel her getting closer, smell the increased musk in her scent as she approached the precipice. Then she was exploding into his mouth, cumming like a volcano that hadn’t erupted in a long time, it’s force and volume built up over time. He lapped her up, enjoyed every bit of it and continuing to milk her for more, letting her build up and explode until she seemed to have nothing left to give.
More than a bit excited himself, he stood up as he grabbed her ankles and slung them over his shoulders, positioning his cock in the center of her well wetted pussy. He pulled her closer, using her legs to pull her body to the edge of the bed so that her ass rested against his legs.
She looked up at him, her big green eyes dark with lust as he slipped the head of his cock inside her and rolled his hips a bit, causing her to moan once again. His head moved forward, slipping onto her waist, and pulling her downward again until her swollen lips were right against his balls, his cock buried fully inside of her.
Then he pulled almost completely free of her, beginning to rock back and forth, slowly, deeply, giving her every inch of his hard, throbbing cock. A groan escaped his throat as she swallowed him whole, her tight little hole stretched around him, devouring him and then he pulled almost free again, see sawing in and out as they both moaned loudly into the room around them.
The light from the moon fell across her breasts – perfect, round globes that he hoped to fuck too before the night was over. He could do her all night. She might be younger, but he had incredible stamina and no doubt that he could satisfy her in a number of ways before the sun came up again. His motions increased, her legs resting against him as he held her ankles and fucked her long and hard, driven by her cries of pleasure beneath him.
She closed her eyes as he released one ankle and tilted his hips slightly to hit the pleasure zone along her pussy walls, the friction increasing between them as he pumped her harder and harder, encouraged by her quite vocal participation.
“That’s good. Yes, right there. Don’t hold back,” she moaned.
“God, your fucking tight. My dick is so hard.”
Ryan was getting close, he could feel his cum packing forward into his balls, ready to explode and he started to pull out, realizing that none of their discussion had included birth control. The last thing he needed was for this perfect creature wrapped around his cock to get knocked up. It was if she sensed his hesitation.
“Don’t pull out. I’m on the pill. I’m safe.”
It was all he needed to hear. He increased his thrusts until he was slamming in and out of her, her screams of pleasure enough to wake the neighbors if he had any.
“Ryan,” she screamed out. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck meeeeee.”
He held off as long as he could, punishing her pussy until they were both breathless and clammy from the exertion. With one last move, he plunged deeply into her and released his load, flooding her well fucked pussy with a river of his cum.
He eased her legs downward, but remained inside her for a moment, enjoying the snug fit her pussy provided and then he leaned down to kiss her stomach, trailing soft kisses upward to her breasts to suckle her tight pink nipples and knead her breasts with his hands.
He took his time exploring the rest of her body, climbing onto the bed with her to nuzzle against her. Soon, they were both nodding off to sleep, but it was only a nap. She awoke him less than two ours later, her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, waking him with her expert oral skills. It kicked off another round of intense sex that he wouldn’t soon forget and that they’d repeat in different forms several more times before daylight.
CHAPTER THREE
Lucy
“So, how did it go?” Sasha asked the following night, during the weekly girls night out.
“I did it. Five Alphas. I’m out.”
“Seriously? That’s it? You didn’t find one single Alpha that you could get interested in?”
“Nope,” Lucy lied.
“Let me see my proof.”
“Check the phone. Dates made and completed with all,”
Lucy slid her cell phone across the table to her, watching as she picked it up and glanced through her messages with a scowl on her face. She finally looked back up, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Not even that last one? Honey, I’d climb him like a California redwood tree and lick all his branches.”
“Well, he’s still on Alpha Meets Omega. Have at it,” Lucy teased.
“I’m not an Omega. I’m a Beta.”
“Just his type then. He just wants a date to the Valentine’s dance at work.”
“Hmm. Don’t tempt me. A room full of hot cops? I can get behind that action.”
“I doubt they are all hot and most of them are probably not wolves,” Lucy observed, waving a hand toward the empty seats on either side of them. Speaking of wolves, where’s everyone anyway?”
“Too busy for us, I guess. Jan said she had a test to study for and Carla is most likely hooking up with some random chick from her art history class.”
“Most likely?”
“She said she was going to the library.”
“Ah. So, she’s getting laid.”
“Precisely. That girl hasn’t seen the inside of a library since her Mama took her there for reading hour back in grade school.”
They both laughed. Sasha started to pass back the phone when it buzzed in her hand. She glanced at it and lifted an eyebrow, pulling it back toward her to read the screen aloud. “Enjoyed last night. Hope to do it again soon. Found your earrings on my dresser, by the way. You’ll want those back, I’m sure.”
“Give me that!” Lucy said, reaching for it, but Sasha pulled it back.
“Oh, I don’t think so. Not until you spill.”
“Nothing to spill. We had sex. I was a little drunk. It happens.”
“I see,” Lucy replied with a knowing smile.
“No. You don’t see. You don’t see anything.”
Lucy dismissed her with the wave of a hand, just as a server appeared with a pair of drinks and sat them on the table.
“A gentleman asked me to deliver these to you.”
“What gentleman?” Lucy asked.
“He’s in a private booth. He said to put you on his tab, so drinks are on him the rest of the night.”
Lucy and Sasha exchanged looks. It was creepy to have some guy they didn’t know and couldn’t see buying their drinks. And why?
“Thank him for the drinks, but we’ll pay for our own from here on out,” Sasha told her.
“Very good,” the server replied, not a
sking questions before leaving them to return to the bar to refill her tray.
She was likely accustomed to strange men trying to buy women and the assorted reactions to that. Some women were all too happy to let someone supply them with booze, but it wasn’t always a good idea - especially when you couldn’t see the person buying them for you.
“Give me my phone,” Lucy said.
Sasha handed it across the table to her and continued to smirk. Lucy ignored her, sending a reply to Ryan. She kept it short, letting him know that she was out and would talk to him later.
“So, how was he?”
“Sasha!”
“What? I saw his bio. He’s gorgeous. How you cannot be interested in a man like that is beyond me.”
“He’s an Alpha.”
“And?”
“You know how I feel about the whole Alpha Omega thing. I refuse to become someone’s baby machine and spend the rest of my life popping out new pups to populate the pack. It’s an antiquated, barbaric custom.”
“I don’t disagree, but you said he just wants a date to a dance. What’s the harm in that?”
“I suppose,” Lucy shrugged, changing the subject to discuss one of their classes together.
There weren’t many people here she could discuss things like this with. When she had moved away from her pack and into the city to attend classes, she hadn’t realized how much things would change. She lived a life of secrecy among humans who knew nothing of her kind’s existence. Conversation between wolves was often cloaked or just left for a time when they were safe to talk, like the girls night out with a couple of other Betas. It was loud here, so they were safe.
Even the Alpha Meets Omega app wasn’t accessible to anyone other than those with a code to join. Sasha had given her a code to get in after realizing she was also a wolf from her scent and befriending her, inviting her into her little circle of friends. Lucy was the lone Omega and sometimes felt like she didn’t belong, but it was her own insecurities rather than anything the other women said or did.
Leaving the club a couple of hours later, she and Sasha said their goodbyes outside the front door. Sasha’s family was wealthy. She lived in a penthouse apartment not far from the club and would walk home. Lucy had stayed with her a bit when she first got here, but some added funds had soon afforded her a place of her own.
Lucy wasn’t as fortunate as Sasha, all but disowned upon her announcement that she had received a scholarship to attend art school rather than seek marriage, as expected by her overbearing father. She lived across town in a less appealing neighborhood, but she had a small house to herself. It was clean and safe.
She hailed a cab and hopped in, giving him her address, and leaning back in the seat. Pulling out her phone, she sent a message to Ryan.
Hope it’s not too late to message. I’m just now heading home. I’ll call you tomorrow about retrieving my earrings.
She looked at it for a moment, realizing it sounded a bit like a brushoff. Maybe Sasha was right and she should just enjoy whatever happened with him. He wasn’t trying to marry her and he was a fantastic fuck. She twitched a little in the seat of the cab just thinking about how he had felt. Why not enjoy it while it lasted. She smiled and tapped the keys again, adding a final note before hitting send.
Or you could just bring them over.
“Here we are. $7.00,” the cab driver said, pulling up to the curb in front of her house.
“Thanks,” she replied, handing him a ten dollar bill, and hopping out of the car.
Down the street, a car pulled over and parked. Lucy caught sight of it out of the corner of her eye. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one getting in late. She fumbled around in her purse for her keys and finally fished them out to open the door. The car had turned off its headlights, but no one had gotten out. Probably a postdate make-out in the car. She unlocked the door and went inside, not giving it another thought.
As she got ready for bed, she told herself that she was glad Ryan hadn’t come over, despite feeling disappointed that there had been no response from him. Maybe he was working or already asleep. She climbed into bed and tried to sleep, thoughts of her night with him making her restless and filling her with a longing she couldn’t deny, finally taking matters into her own hands and bringing herself to several orgasms that were some relief, but still paled in comparison to the ones he had given her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ryan
Ryan glanced at his phone and smiled. He had thought she was ignoring him, but she was just out with friends. He thought about responding, but he was already in bed with an early work day tomorrow. Plus, didn’t it seem a bit desperate to jump on it and agree to a booty call? He left it to answer tomorrow and rolled over, sinking his head down into the pillow.
Still tired from having spent a rather acrobatic night with her last night and gotten up to work early this morning, he fell into a deep sleep, but soon found himself dreaming of her and what she felt like, tasted like, sounded like when she moaned and called his name. He awoke with her still on his mind as he dressed for work, this time in street clothes rather than his uniform.
“Wilson, get over here,” the police captain called out to him when he walked into the precinct through the back door entrance.
“What’s up, Captain?” he asked, stepping into his office.
“You ready for this?”
“Of course I am.”
“I hope so. We’re going to ease you in with some of the locals over on the east side. You’re not undercover, but you’re not flashing a badge either. They’ll know who you are and get used to you there. Some will talk, some won’t, some will want you gone. Watch your back and your partner’s back.”
“Who is my partner?”
“I’m putting you with Tate.”
“Tate? Really? Did I do something wrong, Cap?”
“Look, I know he’s a bit long in the tooth, but he knows his shit. He knows the people and he’ll put you on the right path over there. He’s gonna be retiring soon, so pay attention and learn everything he’s willing to teach you. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“Alright. Go find him and get on the road. He’s probably having his third cup of coffee about now.”
“On it,” Ryan replied, turning to open the door.
“Oh, and Wilson?”
He stopped and turned back, waiting for whatever wisdom would come next.
“Don’t let him smoke in the car.”
“I won’t.”
Ryan could only imagine how much fun this was going to be, trying to keep a forty-five year veteran in line and learning from him at the same time. Ray Tate was known to be a bit of an outlaw in the department. He had a list of reprimands equal to the number of commendations he had received and both were long. It wasn’t that he didn’t know the job, but that he was likely to ruin Ryan’s stellar record with the department before it was all said and done.
Still, getting transferred from regular patrol to a plain clothes cop in one of the worst sections of town would be a lot more rewarding than handing out speeding tickets to horny housewives and taking reports on missing labradoodles. Those things were just a rite of passage. This reassignment was what he had come here for - to stop real criminals. The east side was rife with drugs and not just a little weed. It’s where you’d find the hardcore dealers and the people who employed them.
“Tate. Looks like I’m your new partner,” Ryan said, walking into the coffee room where the old man was getting a fresh cup of coffee.
“Yeah, Cap told me. Lucky me,” he groaned.
Ryan didn’t miss the dry tone. Tate was obviously as happy to have Ryan aboard as Ryan was to be partnered with him.
“Alright, let’s get going. The girls will be waiting for me.”
“The girls?”
“Hookers. Best assets in town.”
“I don’t think our job is to be over there checking out their assets,” Ryan said.
“Not those assets. W
hat sort of dirty old man do you think I am? They are our best assets for getting information.”
Ryan looked at him. He wasn’t entirely sure if he had just baited him for fun, knowing what erroneous road such a comment might lead him down or if he had truly not thought about how it sounded. Tate shook his head at him and turned to leave. Ryan followed wordlessly behind until they arrived at the black Chrysler 300 parked on the black lot. Tate tossed him the keys.
“You drive.”
“Well, thank fuck for that,” Ryan muttered.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Ryan replied.
The drive unfolded with Tate giving him a “run down” of the situation on the east side. It was a district rampant with crime and they weren’t the only cops on the streets there. In addition to them, there were two more sets of plain clothes cops, a dozen uniformed patrolmen and an uncertain number of undercover officers.
“How do I know if someone is undercover?”
“You don’t. You treat them like everyone else and let the department sort them out. Sometimes you’ll see people walk that you don’t think should. It might be that they are UC or it might be that our justice system is a load of bullshit sometimes. Just let it go and don’t let it get to you.”
“You mean like that crack dealer you bunged up last year?”
“That was a mistake. I wasn’t out to get him. He just crossed my path at the wrong time and I reacted. Don’t believe everything you hear. Trust your eyes and your gut. You’re gonna encounter a lot of misdirection out here. It’s just like what you get on the regular beat, except on steroids. You’re used to dealing with soccer moms. You’re about to meet women with soccer balls on ‘em.”
Ryan smiled at this. Tate might not be so bad after all. He hadn’t yet attempted to smoke in the car either. So far, so good.
“Alright, park it here,” Tate told him, motioning toward a spot on the curb in front of a rather run down looking hotel. It appeared to be closed, but more like it should be condemned altogether.