Dark of Night

by T. F. Walsh

  “I can do it,” she said, fighting him.

  “Yes, but I want you naked now.” Curtis’s adept fingers had her harness loose in a second and he whipped it off, setting her prosthetic on the nightstand. He discarded her bra and panties and, with his hand on her chest, pressed her flat on the bed.

  Izzy arched her back in an elegant curve as he trailed a finger between her breasts and down to her shell-like stomach where he circled her navel. Her belly fluttered, contracting under his light touch.

  “Where are your condoms?” Curtis asked, continuing his circling. His eyes lingered at the shadowed patch between her thighs.

  Through quickening breaths, Izzy answered. “Nightstand. Bottom drawer.”

  His teasing ceased when he went for them and she relaxed only to jump up when she remembered what else lay in the bottom drawer of her nightstand.

  “Wait!” she said.

  But it was too late.

  Chapter Seven

  “Oh, my.” Curtis stared into the open drawer. “Maybe you were alone for a couple of years, but you certainly weren’t lonely.”

  Izzy shoved him, but he stubbornly kept his place. Right next to her remaining condoms sat her vibrator, fleshy, pink and unavoidable. When she pushed him again, he caught her, wrapping an arm around her back and canting her chin up with his free hand.

  “When do you use it?” His dark eyes were serious and uncompromising.

  “Curtis.” Izzy struggled and his hold on her eased.

  Wedging his head in the cradle of her neck and shoulder, he kissed her throat, coaxing her with ardor. “Don’t be embarrassed. Tell me. I want to know when you like it.”

  On principle, Izzy resisted, then gave in to his nuzzling and sweetness. “In the evening during the week. On weekends, first thing in the morning. Sometimes in the late afternoon on Sunday when I’m bored.”

  “Mmmmm. Show me?”

  The unexpected request was unexpectedly enticing. Moisture and warmth pulsed from Izzy’s sex.

  “You want to watch?” she asked.

  Curtis took her earlobe with his teeth in a light grip. His bite sent a delicious shiver over Izzy’s scalp, her flesh alive to every sensation no matter its subtlety. “I love it when you perform,” he whispered.

  Nudging from him, Izzy lowered her head. Finally, she reached for her toy, taking the weighty device in her palm and scooting until her back met the plush, cool give of pillows and her cushioned headboard. With her foot she pushed Curtis and he moved to the end of the bed, adjusting himself through his denim.

  In private, Izzy preferred the security her comforter provided. When she pleasured herself she did so under the warmth and down of her bedclothes, eyes closed, bent knees tenting the sheets. With an audience she couldn’t afford a drawn curtain. Getting comfortable, she let the pillows support her back and her head rest on the headboard. She bent her legs and, haltingly, spread them. Curtis’s fixed attention on her exposed entrance bordered indecent. It seemed the light whispers of air over her wetted skin came from him, as though his intense gaze itself touched her. The twitch of his smile and the devilish cast to his expression drove her sight downward to the body she stroked for his, and her, amusement.

  Watch me, Curtis.

  Glistening curves and crevices of pinked flesh parted, widened for the blunt head of the cock with which she teased herself. She traced her opening and massaged her clit, uttering a high, surprised sound at the tickle of a hundred tiny feathers from within. Moving lower, she penetrated herself with the first inches of the toy, watching herself stretch and accept its width. Her lids fluttered and her eyes rolled back.

  The mattress rocked. Curtis stood, his eyes trained between her legs as he shoved his jeans and boxers down his thighs. His prick sprang free from the lowered clothing. His hardness and length galvanized her and she pushed the toy deeper, until its secondary, curving appendage — a jutting protrusion like a finger attached to the topside of the surrogate cock — brushed her clit. She pushed the toy as deep as she wanted Curtis and, catching his attention, she told him so with her eyes, emboldened by his nudity and unabashed interest. He paused his stripping and his lips parted in surprise. She turned the toy’s dial base and it came alive inside her.

  Vibrations coursed throughout her inner walls and the little finger at her clit danced against her swelling bud. Izzy murmured words made incomprehensible by pleasure and her hips involuntarily worked against the device, rubbing herself harder against the massaging finger. Curtis seated himself once more at the end of the bed and gripped the base of his cock, moving his hand up the shaft, fingers pinching when he crested over his engorged head.

  Izzy’s hand shot out. She didn’t want Curtis at a distance, both of them stroking themselves to solitary climax. The vibrator slipped when she beckoned for him. Its teasing protrusion moved from her clit. What she wouldn’t give for her other hand back. A frustrated cry escaped her and she moved the toy back in place, glaring at Curtis and his sly, knowing smile.

  “You want me there?” he asked, glancing at her stuffed passage and tugging on the head of his cock. Walking on his knees to her, Curtis bent and clasped her wrist, urging the device free. Izzy resisted. “Playing hard to get?” Leaning forward, he sucked her pert nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive tip. Her sex throbbed around the vibrator and her teeth cut into her bottom lip.

  “I do want you,” she said. “But not there.”

  Curtis’s nose brushed hers when he raised his head. Confusion glazed his eyes. Izzy captured his mouth with hers, coaxing his tongue between her lips, sucking on it as she drew back.

  “I want you in my mouth.”

  A ragged breath rushed from Curtis at her suggestion. One eyebrow hooked up like a question mark and she answered with a stunted nod. Kissing Izzy a final time, a glancing caress compared to how they’d devoured each other in the kitchen, he righted himself, inching forward on his knees, his prick jutting and level with her face. Hands braced on the wall, he stared down at her and curled his hips until his cock grazed her lips, its skin soft and delicate like a bit of fine velvet.

  Izzy opened her mouth, but she didn’t take him inside. Instead, she maneuvered her head, letting the tip of his shaft trace her open lips. Salty fluid from the clear bead welling at his crown’s slit moistened her skin. She swept her tongue over her wetted lips and swirled it over the divot dimpling his head.

  “Izzy,” Curtis mumbled and pressed his cock to her mouth. She still hadn’t opened wide enough to accommodate him and he moved his hips impatiently. His tip bumped her lips and brushed across her cheek before moving back into position. “Izz — ”

  She sucked him in. Hot, ridged flesh stretched her mouth wide. Curtis groaned when she rocked into his reactionary surge, her hand momentarily abandoning the vibrator to grip his ass. His muscles tensed as she pushed him further, dictating his depth and rhythm until he took over. Fingers curled around her ponytail and pulled her carefully forward. Hair surrounding his groin tickled her nose and lips. She drove the toy deep into herself, mimicking his thrusts.

  Each muffled cry Izzy gave around Curtis’s thick shaft spurned him on. His cock nudged the back of her throat before sliding out and driving back in. She didn’t know how or from where she pulled her courage, but she kept her eyes locked on his, communicating exactly how much of him she could take. A lustful sheen made his brown eyes glassy. Sweat glistened on his forehead and dampened his dark hair.

  The vibrator hummed deep within Izzy and climatic chills rippled in her belly. The little finger wriggling at her clit stoked her pleasure higher. Her hand frenzied at the promise of release, bearing down on the mounting sensation. Tilting her head, she opened her throat for Curtis who pushed as deep as he could and she was filled utterly at either end. That fullness — his prick swelling in her mouth, the vibrator stretchin
g her sex — broke her and she came, her throat contacting around his cock and initiating his release. He jetted inside her, hand vise-like in her hair while the other cupped her jaw, his thrusting erratic and forceful. She swallowed the searing liquid he spilled. It left a strange tang on her tongue and at the back of her throat. She did not move away from him, knowing how sensitive men were immediately after they came. Even slight pressure could be painful. Instead, she relaxed around his length and let him recover.

  Sliding from her mouth, Curtis stroked Izzy’s cheek as he gazed down at her from hooded eyes, lazy in the aftermath of his climax.

  “You ok?” he asked, chest pumping like a billows.

  Izzy planted a kiss on his softening cock that shone with her enthusiastic attention. “Very.” She switched off the vibrator and eased the toy from her slit.

  Sitting back on his heels, Curtis slumped onto the bed, watching her while she cleaned the device and put it away.

  “Come here,” he said when she finished and held his arms open for her. Izzy crawled into them and let him position and pet her. She dozed against his chest, wondering what exactly she wanted with this man and what exactly he wanted from her.

  Chapter Eight

  Curtis didn’t sleep. Couldn’t. He held Izzy while she slept, his eyes burning and gritty with wakefulness. He buried his face in her soapy smelling hair. If they never left her bed they could hide from the world, from the pack, from Rapid. He squeezed her too tight and she wriggled and grumbled without waking.

  Golden light pierced the blinds above the bed, striping Izzy’s face and shoulders. Curtis inwardly cursed the morning, but he didn’t stir. He knew when Izzy woke, sensed it somehow. They lay spooned together, each aware of the other’s consciousness, comfortable with silence.

  Breaking their stillness, Curtis pressed closer to Izzy, his erection cradled in the cleft of her buttocks. She shifted up and back and her downy lips, already damp, pushed at his crown. He took the wordless invitation, trailed his hand — the one not attached to the arm wedged under her — down her back and over the curve of her hip. Sliding his palm between her sandwiched thighs, he elevated her top leg. Her slit was now open to him and her breath hitched as he stroked her up and down with his cock, the motion similar to her demonstrated foreplay with the vibrator the night before.

  Curtis learned fast. He hadn’t requested her performance simply because it aroused him — blood thickened his cock at the memory — but also because he wanted to learn her wants, to know when and how she craved her fucking. Knowledge was power and he armed himself with it. The more he knew of Izzy, the closer they grew. Soon, she would hunger for what only he could give her and she would be his. Her slippery, heated little mouth conformed around him and he drew in a deep breath through his nose.

  I need a condom, he thought while the hand of his arm tucked beneath Izzy, which had long ago found her breast, idly fiddled with a pearled nipple. He needed a condom or else he’d do what he wished: slide home naked inside her and fill her up with his come like he had her mouth. The idea tempted him, marking her body as his, sealing her with his scent. His protection. With him inside her, beside her, nothing could touch her that meant her harm. That choice, however, came with potentially life altering consequences for which they weren’t ready. When he had kids, they wouldn’t be the result of selfish impulse.

  Sheets shished when Curtis sat up. He turned toward the nightstand, but before he reached the drawer, Izzy caught him by his prick, her firm fingers wrapping around his base. It ticked in her hand, syncopated with his ratcheting pulse. She tugged at him gently and her reddened lips pouted and her expression turned demanding.

  Curtis laughed and twisted for the drawer. “One sec. I’m getting a condom.”

  “I’m on the pill.” Abandoning his dick, Izzy pulled at his waist and her short nails raked over his torso. He shivered. “I’m all right without if you are. Unless there’s anything I should know about your health.”

  Curtis angled back to face her. “I’m healthy,” he said, stunned at how closely her thoughts mirrored his. Well, maybe not all of them. She’d already proved she stood on her own two feet, whether a burly man had her back or not, and who knew if she’d ever considered children. But she wanted him as close as he wanted to be. This was good.

  “Then leave it?” she suggested.

  His brain spluttered out. A few yanks to his cerebral starter cord got his thoughts put-put-putting along.

  “All right.” He swallowed and lay on his side and turned Izzy away from him, recreating the comfortable position from which they’d strayed.

  He snaked his arm back under her and the nubs of her spine bumped him as he gathered her to his chest. Throwing his other arm over her, he brought his hand to her face and touched her lips. Humid breath whispered over his fingertips.

  “Open up,” he said into her ear.

  Izzy obeyed. That she heeded his casual command without question heightened his arousal and he rotated his hips, arranging his length more comfortably at her backside. Maybe he wouldn’t mind being her Alpha. He slipped two fingers into her mouth.

  “Suck. Like you did last night.”

  This time she hesitated. He started to pull free and the pitted texture of her searing tongue gave his flesh a tantalizing stroke. She had to know he wouldn’t force her, but Christ he wished she’d do it. Six words had pushed him from aroused to agonized and no amount of rearranging could quiet the dull pain of anticipation spreading through his dick. Suddenly, she sucked his retreating fingers hard, pulling them, massaging them with her lips and tongue as she would his cock. The hardness banked along her bottom she trapped in her thighs and rode, his length gliding through her wetted slit. Curtis grunted at the unexpected stimulation. His balls tightened, preparing to jettison his semen out over her stomach. Any more of her bucking and sucking and he’d lose it. She fought him when he attempted to draw his fingers from her mouth. Her teeth cut into his toughened skin.

  “Punishing me?” he asked, finally extracting himself.

  “Only a little.”

  “Well, you’ll regret it a little later.”

  Izzy clamped her thighs around his cock in response, but went limp when Curtis’s fingers, which she’d so helpfully moistened, went to her clit. The bundle of flesh budded at the pads of his fingertips and her whole body went fluid. With her distracted, he liberated his prick and, using the hand keeping her at his chest, found and caught her delicate wrist. He positioned her where his fingers played and set her hand over his.

  “Show me. I want to do it right,” he said.

  Izzy stroked his knuckles and up over his wrist. Dark hairs there trailed against her touch and little shiver-bumps stippled his skin when a violent tremor wracked his body and raised his cock. She seemed very smug about his reaction.

  Squeezing his fingers together, she moved his hand just above her clit so he barely touched her. Not what he expected. What he did with his tongue must not be what she needed with his fingers. Rapidly, she moved his hand back and forth while he rolled one of her nipples in his unoccupied hand. She corrected his pressure — this touch was so slight yet she panted under it — when he tried taking over. Once he understood her needs below, she left him and toyed with the breast he didn’t. Her head tilted back into his chest. Her mouth opened in a silent cry and her belly clenched.

  Curtis withdrew his hands and swore he heard a needle scratching off a spinning record. Izzy gritted her teeth and growled.

  “Not so fast,” he said and closed his mouth over her nape, kissing her there, then raising his head. “I know everything you need now. You’re at my mercy.”

  “But — ”

  Lifting her leg, Curtis entered Izzy with one sure stroke. Her slick passage accepted him with no resistance.

  “Ah.” His jaw clenched. She was tight around him and so hot. Without
the latex barrier, sensation drilled into his brain, permeating his every nerve. Clear-Skies, who’d nestled behind his heart, lashed out, wrapped around the beating organ, and sparked. Curtis groaned when he adjusted himself deep within her, his balls resting on her inner thigh. Just as his wolf spirit relaxed around his heart, Izzy undulated against him and he grabbed her shoulders, keeping her still.

  “Wait.” His heaving chest pushed her forward. “You’re not making me come yet.” He circled his arms around her, locking them together. True, he did need a moment to tamp down his excitement, but he also needed Clear-Skies to back down. The wolf couldn’t be prominent now or he’d take her too rough. Calmed, the wolf spirit shrank and dimmed to a faint, blue candle flame wavering in his breast.

  Movements slight, Curtis rocked with Izzy. Fitted inside her to his base, his rolling massaged a place deep within that had her limp and moaning. High, breathy cries punctuated his movements. Eager for mindless release, she reached for her sex, but Curtis restrained her.

  “I told you you’d regret punishing me.” He trapped her complete arm to her chest while his unencumbered hand hovered over her clit. Like this, her inflamed apex brushed his fingers whenever he rolled into her. Izzy threw her head back on his shoulder and scored his earlobe with her teeth. He drove faster, fingers moving freely over her mound, stimulating the tender bud housed within the flesh. It was too much for her this time — color flushed her breasts and crept up her neck and cheeks — and Curtis let her go.

  Digging her nails into his confining arm, Izzy came, crying out obscenities. Her passage convulsed, constricted around and milked Curtis’s cock. He didn’t wait for her to cool. Releasing her, he pushed her leg higher, gave himself room, and pounded into her. The suck-release, suck-release of her body ignited him and his jerking orgasm chased the end of hers. His spasms threaded out the diminishing shivers of her climax.