by Sierra Dafoe
“Oh, God, Sean! Oh, Jesus!” Her hands clenched in his hair, forcing his mouth hard against her, as waves of golden fire ripped through her body, making her shudder and gasp as she came -- and then came again as his tongue teased her unmercifully, lashing at her swollen nub until she bucked below him, crying out shamelessly in the depths of her rapture.
She collapsed back to the mattress, panting, and he grinned. “Oh, no, Lu, you don’t get done that easy.”
She didn’t want to. Her cunt was practically singing, and little pleasurable shocks ran along her nerves as he caressed her -- her thighs, her hips, her belly…
His eyes darkened as he looked down at her breasts thrust up toward him and silvered with moonlight, so full and round they looked like two small moons themselves. “Oh, saints, Lu. I never guessed you had such beautiful breasts,” he breathed as he curled his hands around them. Then he chuckled. “It’s just as well I didn’t. I might never have managed to talk to you at all.”
“What do you mean?”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Haven’t you figured it out yet?”
“No. Figured what out?”
But his fingers closed around her nipples, squeezing them firmly between thumb and forefinger, and the jolt of desire that spiked through her drove the question from her mind. She moaned, reaching for the erection that pressed against her hip, but he shook his head, clucking. “So impatient, Lu. I want to play with these pretties first.”
“Damn it, Sean!” Then she chuckled. “Well, you’ll just have to do both.”
“What do you… Lu!”
With the inhuman strength that always seemed to disconcert men, Lu flipped him easily onto his back. Sean’s eyes widened in surprise, then appreciation. “Oh, it’s a big, fine, strong girl you are, Lu. I suppose I’ll just have to be at your mercy.”
“You damn betchya,” she growled, her lips curved in a smirk. He reached to pull her astride him, but Lu shook her head, copying his cluck. “So impatient.”
Instead, she spread his thighs, making room for her to kneel between them as she bent over his cock. She could feel his hands trailing over her shoulders, just as hers had, and he gasped as her breasts brushed his groin. Lu shifted downward, gripping his shaft with one hand and sliding her other hand lower to fondle his balls. Despite the fact that he’d ejaculated not a half-hour before, the skin of his sac was stretched taut over their hard, curving fullness. Cupping them together, she squeezed lightly, even as she slid her other hand up and down his shaft. Sean groaned. “Aye, do your worst, lass.”
Smiling wickedly, she tilted his cock till it stood straight out from his body, and slid her mouth down around it in one hot, wet plunge.
“Jesus!” Sean gasped. “Oh, saints, Lu.” His fingers slid lightly into her shaggy hair, and she reveled in the way they trembled slightly as she pistoned her head downward, engulfing as much of his shaft as she could. She couldn’t possibly take it all -- the circumference of it stretched her jaw wide as it was. But she lashed eagerly at the thick, engorged rim of his cockhead, and ran her tongue, over and over, into the sweet little slit at the tip. His juices spilled out, slicking her tongue with their salty tang, and she swallowed eagerly, wanting more.
But as her mouth clenched around his cock, he knotted his hands into fists, forcing her head still. “No more, Lu,” he gritted. “Sweet Jesus, no more. I’m going to shoot off right now if you don’t stop.”
Regretfully, she let his cock slide from between her lips, sucking delicately as she released it. He threw his head back with a hoarse cry as it popped from her mouth. His balls pulsed in her grip.
He lay panting a moment, and she watched the muscles in his throat work as he swallowed repeatedly, trying to force back the tension that throbbed through his cock. Caressing it gently, Lu marveled at its hardness. It was so erect the skin was stretched tight, barely moving under her gentle touch. Slowly, Sean’s breathing eased just a trifle, and he gazed down at her with heavy-lidded eyes.
“All right, you wanton wench, bring me those big, luscious breasts of yours. Now!” His hands closed on her arms, pulling her upward. A little surprised and incredibly aroused, she let him drag her atop him, positioning her over his jutting erection. When he had her where he wanted her, with his hard, swollen head nudging between her folds, he raised his hands to her breasts, covering them with his powerful fingers. He kneaded their round, heavy fullness until Lu arched her back, whimpering as she pressed them harder into his grip.
She tried to lower herself onto his teasing shaft, but he stopped her with a look. “Not yet, Lu.” Then he returned his attention to her breasts, squeezing them together, stroking their curves, tugging at her erect nipples, lightly at first and then harder as she moaned, until she was squirming above him, feeling her juices trickle down around his waiting cock.
“More?” he whispered. She nodded wordlessly, then cried aloud as his fingers clamped down on her nipples. Gasping, she hung above him, totally at his mercy, enthralled at the way his gaze was glued to her breasts. He tormented her nipples, pinching them mercilessly until they were searing points of fire, driving her to a height of longing she’d never known. He twisted them, driving her sensations up to a point where pleasure and pain twined into ecstasy, and she tossed her head back, thrusting her breasts forward, moaning incoherently as she felt herself hover on the brink.
Just from that. Just from the feel of his hands on her breasts. Jesus!
“Now,” he whispered between clenched teeth. “Now, Lu, take my cock in your cunt. The same way you did in your mouth. Swallow it, Lu.” He twisted her nipples again, and gasping, she drove herself down on him, burying him so deep inside her she cried out in shock. His cock split her open, sinking in to the balls, and she shuddered and bucked as she climaxed atop him, impaled on that enormous, rock-hard shaft.
His jaw clenched as he watched her, fighting to contain his own peak as she came, her cunt gripping and releasing, her juices soaking his balls.
“Ah, yes, lass. That’s right. Now ride it.”
She did, still trapped in the shattering waves of sensation. Seizing her breasts, he cupped their full weight, holding them as she thrust herself down on his cock. Rocking, she drove it deeper, hammering it into her, her mons grinding against his pubic bone as he pressed up to meet her.
God! How could he fill her so completely? It was like he was made for her. His shaft spread her passage wide, and she could feel the rim of his cockhead dragging against her as he slid partway out, only to ram in again harder. And again. And again. His fingers slid back to her nipples, trapping them in a grip both tender and fierce. His thumbs flicked the hypersensitive tips, making her gasp as she rode him hungrily, feeling the fire inside her deepen into a conflagration.
“Oh, Christ, Sean, I’m going to come again.”
“Good.” His voice was rough with barely constrained passion. “Come for me, lass. Come on top of me. Now.”
Thrusting herself downward, Lu screamed as she peaked, her eyes fixed on Sean’s as he watched her climax, gasping and shaking as her cunt squeezed his shaft, feeling it swell further as his balls contracted. Then his face clenched, and he roared as his fluids exploded outward, shooting deep inside her in hot, pounding waves. Sobbing in ecstasy, she collapsed forward, her fingers knitting through his as he held her aloft, his arm muscles bunching, staring up into her eyes as his cock throbbed inside her until the last drop was drained.
Finally, he lowered her down gently, and she lay on his chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat as the sweat cooled on their bodies. She felt hollow, emptied out, limp as a fish. Sean apparently wasn’t much better off -- he lifted his head to kiss her hair briefly, then dropped it back with a groan. He draped a heavy arm around her, holding her close.
She heard him turn his head to the side, and he chuckled. The sound was incredibly intimate, rumbling straight through the broad expanse of his chest.
“Good morning.”
Cracking open an eye, she r
ealized he was right. The light had been growing around them for some time, but they’d been too involved to notice. Now she groaned as the sunlight stabbed into her eyes, and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.
“Is there anyplace you have to be today, Lu?”
She shook her head sleepily.
“Good. Then good night.”
“Nnn-ite,” she mumbled back, and snuggled deeper into his arms. She heard him whisper something else, but she was tired, so tired…
Chapter Eight
What woke her was the soft, gentle sounds of a guitar. Lu opened her eyes slowly, and saw Sean sitting at the folding table in nothing but a pair of cutoffs, his long, beautiful hands moving over the strings. The tune was deceptively simple, a haunting lyric line that seemed to call out plaintively before dropping into the chorus. He hummed under his breath as he played, stopping abruptly to jot something down on the battered spiral notebook lying open on the table.
“That’s lovely,” she said. He glanced over with a smile. His hand shifted on the guitar’s neck, and he strummed a chord.
“You in the moonlight with your sleepy eyes…”
He trailed off, and she rolled over, laughing. “Oh no. No. You did not just serenade me with Fleetwood Mac.”
“What’s wrong with that?” He moved to put the guitar aside, and she protested.
“No. I want to hear the other one. What was it?”
He grinned and looked aside. “Just something I’m working on.”
“Can I hear it?”
“Not yet.”
Setting the guitar in its stand, he rose and crossed to the bed, stretching out beside her and lacing his fingers through hers.
“Sean?”
“Mmm?”
“Do you ever play your stuff? Out, I mean?”
He shrugged. “Down at Geno’s sometimes. They have an open mike night on Tuesdays.”
“I’d love to come sometime.”
“You can come right now.” He grinned, and pulled her into his arms. His hair was damp under her fingers, and he smelled clean, fresh-scrubbed.
Lu winced as he nuzzled her neck. “Oh God. I must stink.”
“Mmm,” he agreed. “You stink of sex.”
“Yeech! Sean…”
He shrugged. “It’s a huge improvement over the way you smelled last night.” His hands slid down her back, cupping her ass, tugging her tighter against his long, lean body. She could feel the warm ridge of his growing erection through the worn denim of his cutoffs. Ducking his head, he lapped at her breasts, closing his eyes as he inhaled her scent and hummed again, appreciatively. “Mmmm.”
Her nipples were hardening already, a taut, hungry urgency growing steadily in her core. Tilting her head, she rubbed her cheek against his damp curls as he suckled first one breast then the other, tugging at them with his lips and tongue till she pressed herself against him, longing for more. His hand slid to her crotch, prodding between her thighs for the throbbing nub of her clit, and rubbed it gently.
She clung to him, holding his head at her breast, gazing down at him through heavy-lidded eyes, drinking in the sight of him -- those broad, smooth shoulders dotted with freckles; the strong column of his neck; his creamy-pale skin and the curve of his cheekbone, and those full, mobile lips, closed around her nipple…
Oh! He was gorgeous. He was so perfect, it was almost like waking to find herself in a dream. Only no dream could draw such sensations from her body. A wild, restless yearning pulsed along her nerves, making her blood sing with energy, her body ache with need. She arched her back, feeling something primal and hot unfold, deep in her core…
Shit. Wait a minute. Lu stiffened, and raised her head. “Sean?”
“Mm-hmm?”
It was morning, it had to be -- only why was the light in the room so dim? “Sean, what time is it?”
“Late,” he chuckled ruefully. “I woke up around three. You were still out like a light, so I ducked out for supplies before the store closed. We’ve got steaks, fresh asparagus, a bottle of wine…”
Before the store closed? Oh, shit!
Lu rolled to her feet, scrambling frantically for her clothes. “Oh, Christ, how could I be so stupid? God damn it!”
“What’s the matter?”
Panting, she tried to untangle her stockings, chucked them aside in frustration, and tugged on her dress. “Shoes! Where the fuck are my shoes?”
“Lu, what is it?” Sean had drawn himself up into a sitting position on the bed, his forearms propped on his knees as he watched her, concerned.
“Oh, don’t ask, Sean. Please don’t ask!” Tugging on one shoe, she glanced at the window. Cool pinkish light trickled down between the buildings; the last flush of sunset. “Shit!” Grabbing up her other shoe, she bolted for the door.
“Lu!” In two long strides, Sean caught her arm and swung her around to face him. “Lu, what’s going on?”
She stared up at him, her eyes wide with panic. “I can’t tell you. I’m sorry. I have to go.”
“All right.” He nodded, his eyes shadowed with worry, and kissed her mouth gently. She clung for a moment to the sweetness of that kiss, treasuring it, searing it into her memory. She released him at last, and Sean smiled slightly. “I’ll call y --”
“No.” Lu shook her head, and winced as his eyes widened in shock and hurt. “No, don’t call me. Don’t come over. Just forget you ever met me, Sean. I…”
Whirling, she tore herself from his grip and dashed from the apartment, down the hall, out the front door. Immediately, the tidal forces in her blood roared upward, straining at her control. The porch steps were rough under her bare foot as she thudded down them, hearing Sean behind her. No! No Sean, please!
He leaned over the porch rail, shouting after her as she fled up the street. “Lu!”
The dusk thickened around her, treacherously fast. Oh, shit. Oh shit. She could sense the moon hanging just below the rim of the horizon, bathing the sky with an anticipatory wash of gold.
The spring moon. The lover’s moon. The irony tore at her heart. She was never going to make it. She pounded up the street, one shoe clenched in her hand, ignoring the startled stares from passing cars and pedestrians. If she could just get to the corner, get out of Sean’s sight…
Inexorably, the Earth continued in its turning, and the silver edge of the moon slipped over the horizon. With a harsh, desperate sob, Lu threw herself behind a Dumpster, feeling agony lance along her bones as the change took her.
Horns blared. Brakes squealed. She heard the crunch of a collision. Then she was running, running on all fours, streaking through the darkness and the glare of streetlamps, weaving dangerously between the swerving cars.
* * *
“…in a seven-car pile-up yesterday evening on Cumberland Avenue. The animal, which numerous eyewitnesses claim was a wolf, was seen heading north along Congress Street before disappearing.”
“A wolf, Susan?”
“Yes, Jim -- and it gets better than that.”
Sitting stiffly on the sofa, Tori watched the morning news, her coffee growing cold in the mug she clenched in her hands. Persia eyed her dubiously, and kept her mouth shut. On the TV, the Clairol-blonde announcer gave a plasticine smile as she added, “Some witnesses actually claim they’d seen it change from a young woman into a wolf.”
“A werewolf?” The male announcer, his silver hair plastered back from his patrician face, raised a skeptical eyebrow. “What’s next? Vampires in the Old Port?”
“Well, whatever it was, Jim, I’m happy to say no major injuries were sustained in the crash. One woman from Falmouth was treated for a sprained wrist at Maine Medical Center…”
Tori flicked off the TV. She and Persia stared at each other a moment in silence. Then Persia let out a long-suffering sigh. “I just got my room arranged the way I like it, too.”
“Don’t,” Tori said sharply. “Don’t do that, Per. It wasn’t Lu’s fault.”
“Fine.” Persia
drew the word out into a whine. “I’ll start packing.”
Tori shook her head. “No, wait.”
“Are you crazy?”
“Maybe.”
She’d been frantic yesterday evening as the sky grew darker and still Lu hadn’t returned. Then Sean called, twice, his voice sharp with worry. She’d promised to let him know when Lu returned, and hung up.
Which, as it turned out, was now. Tori looked up as the apartment door opened. Lu stood there, naked. Dirt smeared her cheeks, coated her palms, and streaked her belly.
“For God’s sake, close the door.”
Wearily, Lu did, and then slumped to the ottoman, burying her head in her hands. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
“Did you tell him?”
Lu looked up at Tori in disbelief. “Are you crazy?”
Tori let out an exasperated breath. “I swear, if one more person asks me that…”
“Did you ever consider it might be true?” Persia shot snidely. Tori ignored her.
“Did Sean see you?”
“No.” Lu shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Yeah, but how many other people did?” Persia demanded. “Tori, you know the rules…”
“I should. I made them. Now shut up, Persia. Lu… Do you love him?”
Tears glimmered in Lu’s eyes. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “I don’t…” Then she hung her head, and sobbed.
Uncurling herself from the armchair, Persia padded from the room, returning a moment later with a thick feather quilt that she draped over Lu’s shoulders. Lu clutched it to her, crying.
Tori stroked her matted hair helplessly, feeling pity wrench at her heart. “Lu. I don’t want us to leave here. Not yet. Not till you…”
A firm rap on the door cut her off. “See, it’s the cops!” Persia hissed. “Tori, I told you!” As Tori moved toward the door, she sprang to her feet and streaked from the room.
“Scaredy-cat,” Tori murmured. “Better cover up.” Lu tugged the quilt closer around herself as Tori opened the door a crack, peering out.