by Olivia Harp
His hand went to her waist, and brought her closer to him, lost in the embrace and the kiss. Then she pulled back.
"Wait," she said, "we can't do this."
"You don't want to?"
"Of course I want to, but we can stop now and still come out on top. What would everyone say?"
"I don't care. It's not like there's a conflict of interest."
"You know what they say about relationships at the work place."
"What?"
She shrugged, "I don't know. They never work out?"
He looked at her, his bear needing her kiss, the animal angry at him for even stopping.
He wanted to rip her clothes off, to take her right there. She bit her lower lip, obviously regretting her decision.
"Unless," she said, a grin adorning her face.
"Unless what?"
"We keep it physical?"
His gut clenched. Maybe that would appease the bear, let him work normally instead of having an ongoing inner fight.
"You sure?"
"It's the only way to stay professional, right?"
She smiled and kissed him, both of them were hungry for each other, their kisses turned into biting and fondling.
He pulled her over him, and she immediately ground her thigh against his cock. This woman will be the end of me.
"Oh my God, I want you," she said.
His hand softly scratched her leg, going up beneath her dress, reaching her panties. He kissed and bit her neck, the scent of her wetness slowly building up, making him growl, literally growl for her.
Her eyes widened again, "you're an animal."
His hand went to her hair and softly pulled it back, exposing her to him, her cleavage opening for a bit, flashing her breasts. His cock was a mast now, this was the first in a long time that a woman made him this fucking horny, then she uttered something else.
"Take me, bear man. Just take me."
And he knew he was lost.
***
Audrey wanted this ever since she met him, he had a magnetic pull that she couldn't ignore.
It's the best for everyone involved. She told herself. She was scared. She didn't want to fall for him. He was too good at everything. She wouldn't allow herself to love another person. Especially someone like him, there's too much to lose.
Perfect relationships don't exist. A shifter in his prime, looking like a sex God, that actually cared for others?
Fuck no. Too perfect. If she loved him she knew she wouldn't be able to forget him whenever the inevitable happened and he left.
No. This time she would enjoy it while it lasted. She wouldn't torture herself with feelings and what they brought to the table.
She whimpered. She hadn't been touched in a long time... and the way his hands explored her body was more than enough to make her burst in desire.
He pulled her hard against him, the hot feeling of his cock grinding into her panties made her a bit nervous.
She wasn't supposed be this wet already. His left hand went to the back of her head and pulled her by the hair as he moved from her lips and neck to her breasts.
"Fuck," she said involuntarily, flooded with delicious sensations.
He pressed his face between them, his right hand grabbing her breast, pushing it against his face.
He was enjoying every inch of her body.
He made her shiver with the way his hand advanced from her leg to her ass and now he was kissing the upper side of her breasts, just barely licking above her areolas, teasing her, making her want him more and more.
He pulled down the neck of her dress, then pushed her breast up to his mouth to taste her.
Her hands were gripping him hard, touching the hard muscles on his back, taking in his hot skin, scratching his arms and biceps.
She was dripping wet now, feeling the stark hardness of his erection against her still covered slit, her clit grazed his cock and needed more. He was a damn beast, a sex god. He was even better than she thought.
And she hadn't even taken her clothes off.
Her hands darted to undo his pants, a swift movement after and she had the biggest, thickest cock she'd ever seen right in her palms.
She wasn't very experienced, she knew that, but this? This was porn star big.
Was she wrong in thinking it might hurt... but she wanted to feel that? She needed him entering her, filling her.
She turned to him, and saw his hungry eyes full of passion. She tried taking off his shirt but he ripped it off and threw it away. Then turned to her and she knew he'd do the same with her innocent, pretty girl dress.
And she didn't stop him.
The sound of her dress being ripped apart in an instant by this man made her whimper.
How would they go back? Naked?
Fuck it. It didn't matter.
He took her in his arms and stood up. Her impulse was to hold on to him, she didn't want to be away for a second. She kept on kissing him, her legs straddling him, her impulses took hold of her.
Then she felt it.
His cockhead, grazing her slit.
It was hot and wet and teasing her. He did not go inside. Not until he'd satiated his thirst.
His cock slid forward and back in her crease, the feeling of his warm shaft drenching in her juices made her go wild.
"Fuck me!" she begged, "fuck me now!"
She thought it was going to hurt, feeling that big piece of manhood inside of her, it would be unbearable... but there was no going back, she needed to have him.
But it didn't.
He took his time. Let her feel his cock sliding in, his eyes locked with hers, a wild, lustful grin in his face.
She yelled, both in pleasure and pain, and heard herself shout his name in the giant hall, her voice echoing in the darkness.
"Say it again!" he said and let his cock go deeper.
Her legs clenched him hard, barely able to take him in, her center squeezing him involuntarily. She pressed her lips, trying to hold back the need to call out for him again, but her body wouldn't let her.
"Enzo!" She yelled twice as hard, her voice reverberating in pleasure.
His groin crashed against her entrance. She'd never felt something like this. It was insane. She was going mad.
He pulled back and went back in, then did it again. She was fucking him in the darkness of the school she ran, where graduation was supposed to take place. A place where everyone fantasized about doing this exact same thing.
She was in heaven, going higher and higher, holding tight to the man who she knew now could not be topped.
"You're mine," he whispered in her ear.
She bit her lip, unable to say no. He owned her. She hadn't meant for this to happen. She wanted to have sex... even dirty sex and move on with her life. But now she was addicted.
He softly pushed her back and bent forward, his left arm working as support. Her inner spot was about to make her explode and the way his crotch crashed on her clit every time he went back inside of her... it was too much.
Waves of pleasure coming from every nerve in her body submerged her in a delirious edge.
She felt like floating, almost parallel to the floor when the electric shock of her orgasm consumed her, her pleasurous yell filling the whole building.
She opened her eyes. She couldn't tell whether five seconds or five minutes had passed. She rode that last bit of ecstasy to its final ripple.
What did he do to me? She thought, breathing deeply, her body still relaxing from the paralyzing climax he took her to.
Enzo sat down, sitting her on his lap, and not for a second did she stop holding him. The evening air was cold but it didn't matter, the closeness to him kept her warm. She was still surprised, unable to speak.
He gave her a peck on the cheek, "that was amazing."
She looked at him, "you're amazing."
He smiled, "I think we make a good team."
"I'm sure we do."
She knew he hadn't come yet. She felt
his shaft beneath her, barely grazing her skin.
"It's your turn," she said.
He chuckled, "it's fine, you don't have to—"
She grabbed his thick cock, and shivered at the feeling. He was still incredibly hard.
She kissed him again, this man had given her the best night of her life, he deserved—
Oh my— she thought.
The way he kissed her, full of fire and passion, mixed with tenderness. It was soft and slow at times, then it turned ardent, wild.
She was still recovering from the best orgasm in her life, but her body responded to him as if they just began.
She wanted more.
He murmured a soft growl, and the wild, predator quality of the sound almost made her moan in anticipation.
"Say you want it," he ordered.
"I want it," she replied, lost in the sensations flooding her.
"Say fuck me," he told her in a deep, commanding tone, pulling her hair back, letting her know who was in control.
"Fuck me," she whimpered, "please fuck me."
Enzo laid her over the rags of her ripped dress and she read him completely. She could do nothing but comply. Before she knew it she was kneeling, then her hands touched the floor.
Enzo was behind her. His hands caressed her back, sending shivers all over her body, goose flesh filling her skin.
He bent forward and kissed her back, his tongue exploring every inch of her.
Then suddenly he pulled her by the hair.
"I want to come inside you."
She shivered, the mere thought of having his seed in her made her want him even more.
"Do it, I'm on the—," she said.
"I know."
"How do —?"
His cock slid between her folds in a swift movement, his hand softly pulled her hair back. The in and out, in and out rhythm, made her tremble. It wasn't fast and careless, he made sure she was enjoying this as much as he was.
She could feel every inch of his thick, long shaft slide inside her, sending ripples of pleasure.
Then he spanked her hard and she yelled. The mixture of pleasure and pain were almost too much to bear.
She was dripping wet, but another orgasm? It would take a bit longer to—
He growled harder, gave her another spank and brought his hand to her clit, massaging it, sending her in a frenzy.
She didn't know when, but she was moaning so loud the whole room filled with her voice.
An explosion of pleasure invaded her.
The soft pain of her hair pulled, the spanking, his cock going in and out, in and out... and now his perfect touch on her clit.
Her mouth fell open, her moans got hoarser and hoarser, she couldn't stop yelling. This was even better than before. How can that be possible?
His hand let go of her hair and caressed her back, she could practically hear her wetness dripping on the floor.
She bit her lip and with another growl he laid back and brought her above him, his cock never leaving her. She didn't care about anything right now. She rode him hard, the sensation of his cock sliding in and out, her folds welcoming him and drenching his shaft in her juices made her even wilder.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, his face turned to fiery passion. He looked at her like a hunter looks at its prey.
She needed his cock, the second or two that he was out were torture.
She sat on his mast, she'd never felt so out of control, the feeling of it penetrating her, going into the deepest recesses of her body was too much for her.
This wasn't just sex, not even dirty sex. This was more. This was hardcore fucking, just like she thought pornstars did it.
She looked down, the needed to see his shaft enter her, slide out, and back in again, it made her delirious.
He grabbed her breasts and brought them together, bending forward to taste them, his tongue going fast from one to the other, then sinking his face in between her breasts. He was basking in her body.
An electric pulse surged inside her, she was about to come. Again. Her orgasm built up inside and she tried to stop it, tried to earn some time so he would finish before she did.
He pulled her closer to him, both exhalations mixing, the heat almost unbearable..
"Come," he ordered, "I want my cock drenched in your juice."
His words, oh gosh, his words, and the loudness of their raw, animalistic fucking dominated the whole place, it was too much. Too perverted. She could feel his cock pulsing inside of her.
"Fuck, fuck!" he roared, baring his teeth, then his eyes locked with hers and she could see the glint of the moonlight in them.
This ferocious, perverted man, looked at her with more than lust. It was as if they belonged together and she hadn't realized.
That's when she exploded, with the loudest, craziest yell she'd ever uttered, her entrance clenched, squeezing his big hard cock, her legs tightened.
She bent forward and grabbed him by the neck, using him as a lever to pull him as deep inside of her as possible. He opened his mouth, a grunt stuck in his throat, then his hot cum filled her, thick and plenty, fused with her own wetness.
He grabbed her ass with both hands and ground his center against hers, and her yell turned into a whimper, then another explosion built up, going over and toppling the previous one, another orgasm, built up on the last one.
Their voices entwined in a great, lustful roar that reached the moon.
The silence after was deafening.
She lay on top of him, and realized even the way they breathed had a pattern, a rhythm... as if their souls were connected.
How had she lived without this? This connection was something more than just great, dirty, incredible sex.
Then she shivered nervously. She promised this would only be physical. She couldn't allow herself to think of it as anything more than that.
But Enzo's arms held her tight, and he gave her a sweet kiss on her forehead.
He wasn't supposed to do that. Why was he so cute? Why was he so good at everything? Damn it, she almost felt like she hated him already.
CHAPTER 17
"I'll bring a crew to help with the repairs," said Enzo on the ride back to her apartment.
After reality sank in, they laughed and he sneaked out of the school to bring a blanket he had in his truck.
She put it around her like a toga.
"I thought you were gonna put it on like a ghost costume or something," he said with a laugh.
"And lose my style? Never!" she'd replied.
She wasn't in a very talkative mood, now that they were on their way back to her place.
His bear was pushing inside of him, wanting to take her back to the mountain, claim her as his own.
The God damned beast was always a pain to deal with, it never acted like that. Not with any women he'd been with before.
Mate! it roared over and over, clawing and snarling.
"Are you all right?"
She smiled, "yeah, I guess."
"You guess?"
She put her palm over his, "yeah," she replied.
"Don't worry, everything will be fixed soon, the crew will replace the—"
"I'm worried about what just happened," she said bluntly.
He nodded. Of course she was. Everything that happened was just incredible.
It could be scary, too.
"I thought you wanted to keep it physical, what's there to—"
"You knew I was on the pill."
Her eyes were full of questions.
"I didn't know," he said.
"But—"
"I guessed."
"What?"
He shrugged again, "I'm a shifter, not a clairvoyant or whatever you call those people—"
"But—"
"It's your scent. It gave you away, but I couldn't be sure."
She didn't reply. Didn't know what to say.
"I guess it's kind of weird for us to know those kind of—"
"I thought you read—"<
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"I didn't read your mind."
"You see? Are you doing it again."
He pulled the car to the side of the road, leaving the engine on. He wanted to make sure she felt safe.
"Audrey, sometimes your mind reaches out to me like no one else's. It's weird, I know. But I told you I respect your privacy, I don't do that. I'm a person, too, you know? I can't work this out if we can't trust each other."
She looked at him in the dark cab.
"If there's anything I can do to make you trust me, just—"
"I trust you," she said, then smiled, "but only because you never lose your style either."
"What? I—" He looked down, yeah he'd made the best of what he had. He put on the ragged remains of the clothes he ripped apart, and now looked like a caveman, if cavemen wore flowery loincloths.
Enzo put the truck on drive and moved on, "yeah, laugh all you want."
***
He parked in front of her building. Audrey looked both sides of the road to make sure it was empty.
"The coast is clear," Enzo said.
She smirked, "I guess... I'll see you on Monday?"
How would they handle this? They had to keep it secret.
"No problem, Miss Rodriguez."
The truck's interior light turned on as she opened the door.
"You don't need to say it," Enzo said.
She knew. She shouldn't worry.
"All right," she said with a big smile ,"I don't want the kids talking or anything,"
"They're gonna talk anyway, but, okay, I respect your wishes."
That was good enough for her.
At least for now.
CHAPTER 18
"...so, for that reason, the gymnasium will be closed until further notice, all games suspended."
Audrey clicked the radio button off and could almost hear the collective groan of the students.
It was a short but important notice, she didn't want to make a big deal of it, and there's still something left to do.
She clicked the comm button again, the radio system burped and she said: "all teachers, quick meeting at the Teacher's Lounge at three thirty-five."
She put a checkmark on her task list, now, to check with Tina Anderson.
She was a civil engineer, head of the repair crew Enzo called. Audrey liked her the moment she saw her. A badass woman in charge of a blue collar men troupe.