by Kathryn Moon
The small sounds of my release were drowned out by the theater as the audience cheered and then shuffled as the lights came up for intermission.
Caleb kissed me down from the high of the aftershocks, his hand moving to my back to soothe me, fingers withdrawing from my still singing pussy.
“Okay?” Caleb asked, nose stroking against mine.
“You secret deviant,” I murmured, eyes opening wide. Caleb froze, cheeks blushing, and I laughed at his caught expression. “You totally got caught fooling around with Rake in the theater.”
Caleb grinned sheepishly and pecked my lips again, and then removed his hand from under my skirt, raising his fingers to his lips and sucking my release off his skin. All further teasing died on my tongue, and I wondered what it would take for me to get Caleb to go down on me in the next act.
No, bad Lola.
“Only because Rake can’t keep his mouth shut during ballet. He thinks because there isn’t any dialogue, he ought to supply some,” Caleb said. “So I gave him something to do with his mouth.”
I gasped, mouth forming a comical ‘o,’ and delighted in the fact that Caleb—who often seemed too sweet and gentle to be real—could still blush bright red after admitting he’d gotten Rake to give him a blow job in public. Actually, I bet Rake had loved that.
“I meant to behave this time, but you are absolutely exquisite tonight,” Caleb said, leaning in for another kiss, this one a little flavored by me. “And even more so when you’re caught up enjoying the performance.”
“Mmhmm. Well, you definitely heightened my enjoyment,” I said, laughing.
Fuck yeah, he did.
Caleb sat up a little straighter at that, pride adding to his perfect blush. “I’ll probably be able to restrain myself for the rest. At least until we get home,” he added lowly.
I shivered, and let Caleb steady me as we stood, the red fabric of my skirt falling like a curtain over my legs.
Eight
Caleb
Lola’s scent was still on my fingers, and I was loathe to get rid of it. I wanted to track Leo down in the house and shove my hand into his face, as if I were a little kid showing off his art project to anyone who would look. I’d made Lola come, I’d felt her clasping around my fingers, weeping against my touch as I’d stolen her breath over and over during the ballet. And try as I might, I couldn’t stop wondering what that clutch and flutter would feel like around my cock.
Lust wasn’t a common symptom in my life, even as an alpha, but it threaded through me now, lighting me up from the inside and making me edgy. I imagined this was what feral alphas out of packs might feel like. During Rake’s heats, the arousal was smooth and demanding, easy to conquer. With Lola, I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself, and I had too many delicious ideas running through my head.
Lola’s hand was in mine as I led her up from the garage, her eyelids heavy and the same soft smile she’d been wearing ever since I’d released her from the kiss I’d taken while she climaxed. I wanted to pin her to the wall, pull her legs up around my hips, and rut as if it were one of Rake’s heats.
“Your date game is pretty outstanding, you know that?” Lola said, bumping my hip and then stepping into the elevator ahead of me.
“Have I earned my goodnight kiss?” I teased, following her in and turning to shut the gate behind us.
When silence answered, I scrambled to think of a way of moving past my fumble, until Lola’s arms circled around my waist, her chest pressing to my back. Her breasts rose as she arched, her hands stroking over my ribs.
Her lips grazed against the shell of my ear, and my normally quiet purr became thunderous in the small space. “I think you’ve earned more than a kiss, Caleb,” Lola murmured, throaty and sinful as her hands slid down over the waist of my pants to cup and rub at my cock. Pleasure jolted me, my knees threatening to buckle as I growled and thrust into her hands, my cock more than happy to answer the command of her hands.
“I don’t know where you learned to drive a girl crazy like that, but I am extremely grateful,” Lola breathed.
I blinked and stared at our warped reflection in the elevator doors. Her fingers were fiddling with my zipper, and if I let Lola go much further, Leo would end up finding me fucking our girl in the elevator and probably completely mindless with the pleasure of it.
I covered her hands with mine, drawing them away from me before she succeeded in freeing my rapidly rising erection, and turned in her arms. Lola was ready, chin lifted and eyes hooded, parted lips begging for another kiss.
And I wasn’t nearly strong enough to refuse her. My head fell, and our lips fit together like a dream. I was already drunk on her, the slightly citrusy and sweet taste of her, the tiny whimpers and hums of pleasure she tried to strangle.
Her hands traveled as greedily under my jacket as mine did over her practically bare back. I wanted to snap that little red string that masqueraded as fabric with my teeth, tear away the red like wrapping paper on my new favorite present. When Lola pulled away with a gasp, my hands flat and hard against her back holding her to my chest, I made my confession.
“I learned,” I said, pecking her lips again, “to please you,” another kiss, “by your own reactions, love.” I lifted my head to see her dreamy smile. “I’ve never had a sexual relationship with a woman before you.”
The elevator dinged, and Lola’s eyes went wide, chest still heaving with breaths and lips shining from our kiss.
“But you…” Lola blinked at me, dreaminess being replaced by genuine confusion. “You edged me.”
I let out a soft nervous laugh. “Only because I forgot how long the end of that act was. I wanted you to finish with the curtains.”
Lola’s giggle was delicious. I’d noticed her trying to withhold the girlish sound before, but it was a perfect song in my ears, playful and delighted, proof that we’d done something right as a pack for this perfect creature.
“Holy shit,” Lola breathed, and then she leapt, my arms barely catching her in time as she attacked my mouth with fevered nips and sucks, her legs rising to twine around my waist. “If that’s your beginner mode, I cannot wait for you to level-up.”
I grinned and carried her out of the elevator and into the hall, heading for my room and wondering how many others we’d find there. I didn’t think Lola would mind if Rake and Leo were there when I stripped her naked and begged her to let me sink into that shockingly hot, slippery, decadent cunt of hers, but I was less certain about Cyrus. And I wasn’t sure how I felt about the idea of Matthieu joining us, although at this point I might not care as long as I was the one holding Lola.
“You’ve really never been with a woman?” Lola asked, apparently happy enough to be carried. Which was good, I didn’t want her out of my arms until we were both panting, sweaty messes.
“I’ve found women attractive, but I’ve never had a real connection with one before you,” I said, one of my hands making a greedy pass over Lola’s ass to squeeze, grinning as she jumped and rocked against me. “I’m not as interested in sex until I feel strongly about someone.”
Lola blushed and snuggled into my chest. “I know you’re just being honest, but that’s a really nice thing to hear.”
I kissed her temple and made it to my rooms, surprised to find them empty of the others. Even Wes had made an appearance in the evenings, never settling into the bed with the rest of us but coming in to wish us all—see, Lola—a goodnight. I could’ve alerted Rake and Leo to our return, but suddenly I was glad to have Lola to myself for this. I wanted her undivided attention on me, and I wanted to give her mine in exchange.
On her first night in my room, Lola had declared the space ‘romantic,’ deep green walls, heavy wood furniture, and dense luxurious fabrics making the vast space retain a kind of closeness. I kept fresh flowers on the side tables and warm lighting, and now the romance of the space held a sexuality that was usually reserved for Cyrus or Rake’s space. I wished I had candles to light, but I settled fo
r flicking on a small lamp in the far corner. I wanted to be able to see Lola but not blind her.
“Can I ask a silly question?” Lola stared up at me as I set her down at the foot of my bed and resisted the urge to push her back and leap on top of her. I’d seen Leo and Rake’s passion with her, but I’d also seen their reserve, their care at making sure she was never thrown out of the current moment and into the past.
“Of course.”
“Does it feel like starting over at all?” Lola asked, biting her lip in hesitation. “Like you’ll be relearning sex?”
I grinned. “Not relearning. I’ve seen the mechanics, you know, and it still looks roughly the same, give or take what I learned this evening. But definitely a new act of sex I suppose. Are you worried I’ll be terrible?”
Lola’s laugh was bright and startled, and she leaned into me, looping her arms around my neck. “God, no. You’ve already exceeded expectations. Everything that comes next is the cherry on top of my sundae. Anyway, I just want to enjoy being with you.”
“It might not feel like my first time, but it is our first time, love,” I said softly, dipping my head and brushing my lips over hers. “That alone is enough to give me butterflies.”
Lola hummed and pulled me just a little closer, lips stroking against mine, teeth dragging my bottom lip between hers for her to suck and soothe with her tongue. I always enjoyed watching the give and take between Leo and Rake, their jostling of dominance, but with me, they offered total surrender. There was something to Lola, maybe her need to maintain a comfort of control, that gave her an edge with me that I found exquisite.
So much so, I wanted to offer her my own surrender, or at least my absolute devotion. I pulled slowly free of the kiss as I lowered myself to my knees in front of her, my hands guiding my path along her back, over her ass, and the back of her thighs. Lola’s breath hitched above me, color high in her cheeks and chest rising and falling with rapid breaths as she watched me raise the skirt of her dress.
Or maybe I just wanted to devour her like the intoxicating temptation she was.
“Caleb,” she whispered, and the sound of my name spun like sugar on her lips made me purr.
I prowled on my knees closer, my face nuzzling at the apex of her thighs through her skirt, a deep lungful of that sweetly tart scent filling my lungs and leaving me hard as a rock.
“Caleb, you don’t have to—oh, god!”
I had the skirt raised high enough to catch the first glimpse of Lola’s sex through the delicate cream lace of her panties, and I dove forward, sucking at the soft flesh. Lola wavered, and I let the fabric go in favor of holding her to my face by the backs of her thighs.
“Open,” I said, the alpha in me taking over, taking what I wanted as I nuzzled and mouthed at the crease of her thighs, her hips, back to her damp folds as her legs spread to make room for me.
“Holy shit,” Lola gasped as I tilted my head back, soaking my tongue with her flavor through the lace, the texture rough. I pulled her closer, forcing her to widen her stance again, straddling my mouth. “Ohmigod, Caleb. Fuck! Fuck.”
My cock was throbbing in my pants, and I’d forgotten that I was still dressed head to toe in my suit. None of it mattered, not the curtain of Lola’s dress covering my eyes, not my cock scratching against my zipper, begging to be freed and thrust into Lola. The only impediment was—
Rrrrriiip.
Lola cried out as the lace of the panties dug into her hips and then tore away under my fingers, my tongue immediately burrowing into the slick folds of her pussy. I growled and Lola moaned, her fingers fighting through fabric to dig into the strands of my hair. What was this fucking flavor? Like a bouquet of flowers and a glass of lemonade. Whatever it was I wanted more, and Lola rocked in my hands, nearly falling backward but for the grip I had on her ass and her own in my hair. My tongue fucked into her, and I sucked her arousal down, snarling and purring and trying to burrow closer.
Rake said I gave the best head, simply out of enthusiasm and lack of control, and I wanted Lola to agree. This was different, unfamiliar territory, but I’d done my reconnaissance at the ballet and it served me well now. I pulled on the lips of her sex with my mouth, barely nibbling and feeling her fight and squirm in my hands, her voice muffled behind her lips. I fucked her with my tongue until she rode my face, all but grinding down, her thighs shaking around my ears as she panted and sighed like a fallen angel above me.
“Oh, god, Caleb. I want your cock. I want your cock in me, please,” Lola whined, hips twisting.
I purred against her and Lola shuddered, wet arousal slipping over my chin, and my cock jumped in my pants, begging for me to obey her demand. But first, I wanted one thing.
I licked and sucked and nibbled my way from her core to the soft swollen hood of her clit.
“Caleb!” Lola cried, hips jumping as I clasped my lips around her clit and sucked hard. I tightened my grip on one of her thighs and slipped the other between her thighs, pumping and twisting two fingers at her opening. Lola's shout was a rush of victory as she clamped down around my fingers and bucked softly against my mouth.
She fell back, her knees buckling, and I jumped up quickly, catching her waist and tossing her onto the bed. Her skirt was up, exposing her now pink and juicy pussy, and my hands fell to my waistband, tugging hard at my button and zipper.
Lola giggled, and the sound cut through some of the alpha fog in my head, making me stop and smile at her.
“You have to undress,” Lola said, grinning and wiggling to sit up. “And you’re not tearing this dress like you did my nice underwear. Look at you, you look feral.”
I shook myself. She was right. I was acting like an unbonded alpha. Which reminded me to check in on the background feelings of my bondmates. Leo was amused, as if he’d been tuned in to my moods already, but Rake was…busy. Probably with Cyrus, based on the high energy thrill I was getting from him.
Lola was sitting up on the bed, her blush still bright as she watched me in my stupor, and reached behind herself to unbuckle her dress.
“I think I could spend all of tonight with my face between your thighs,” I confessed, throwing my tuxedo jacket behind me on the floor and moving quickly to the buttons of my shirt.
“I think that would be a terrible waste of that tent you’re pitching,” Lola said, her grin so wide and bright, it made my heart actually ache. I wanted to feel her happiness, her joy at being with me. I’d never imagined how suddenly I might want a bond with Lola, and how badly. She wasn’t ready, and I understood that, but it would be torture in the meantime to wait.
My hands stalled as Lola unzipped the waist of her dress and then shimmied it down her hips, wiggling her way out of the skirt by falling backward on the bed, the sweetest and most decadently sexual picture. I kicked my way out of my pants, not giving Lola a chance to look her fill before I was on the bed, tugging away her dress and throwing it back to join my own pile.
Lola laughed, her breasts and stomach jumping as I climbed over her, the chains of Cyrus' gifted necklace sliding over her skin and stopping at the pert tipple of a nipple. Her eyes were so bright, even in the shadows beneath me, and her smile so wide, and somehow it all just made me stiffer, my pulse an obvious pounding in my length.
“Come here,” Lola murmured, eyes hooding and her tongue peeking out to wet her lips, the tiniest and most effective seduction.
Her knees raised and I swallowed hard, staring down at her center as she made room for me between her thighs. My muscles trembled as I lowered myself, my elbows on either side of her shoulders. She was so small that I could cover her completely, my lips hovering above her forehead.
My own strength gave out with the first slide of my cock over her sex. She was so hot and so wet.
“I’m going to make a fool of myself,” I muttered.
Lola arched beneath me, and I growled as her breasts brushed against my chest. Damnit. I’d forgotten about those, and I’d barely gotten started with them at the theater.
I gave myself three slow slides against Lola’s slick pussy and then shimmied down her body.
“Caleb, you’ve already more than satisfied me. I couldn’t care less how impressive you are the first time you fuck me when you’ve just made me see stars,” Lola said.
All the same. I bent my head over her breast, tongue swirling around a precious pink nipple, and Lola sighed and trembled beneath me. I hooked my fingers into the necklace and dragged it over to her other breast, running the cluster of chains and cold stones back and forth over her skin. I’d get her begging and praising me once more at least. I was determined.
Lola’s nails scratched softly up my back and into my hair, holding me to her as I kissed and sucked one nipple, and then shifted to the other. Back and forth, back and forth, until she was whimpering and whining, skin pink from the treatment, her legs wrapping around my hips and trying to force me to her core.
“Fuck me,” Lola pleaded. “Please, I’ve got to have you, Caleb, I’m aching.”
My hindbrain returned in full force, my knot swollen and pounding at the base of my cock. I rose up and Lola took no chances, one hand sliding between us to grab and pump my length, guiding it to her center. My arms shook as I held myself up, happy for her direction before I started blindly thrusting, my desperation turning me wild.
But there was no preparation for that first, easy, silky inch as if it were her mouth sucking me in. Even though some distant part of me knew I should move slowly, work my way into Lola’s heat with her begging for more at every second, the demanding impulse to feel her squeezing every inch of me took over.
“Ah!!” Lola bowed beneath me as I filled her in a single thrust, and concern spiked in my head bringing clarity with it.
“Fuck, I—” I rasped, resisting the urge to pull out and slam in again. She was perfectly tight, already trembling around my length, wetting my knot against her opening.