by Dani Wyatt
The next empty moment feels like an eternity as my hands on her neck give a gentle squeeze, so she understands I’m right here. That I’ve got her.
“I do. I want you.” She breathes out and I take her mouth on a groan.
My tongue splits her lips and finds hers. Fighting for breath, I rise without breaking our kiss, laying her back on the bed and climbing over her.
Her flavor coats my lips, my tongue, all the parts of me that understand this is different. Something bigger than us is happening here.
My heart is in my throat, beating like a warrior’s drum, making me feel wild, as though I’m about to come out of my own skin.
When I look at her, I realize what I’ve been missing my whole life. What I never came close to with anyone else. How anyone before her fades away, as though this is my first time. And in so many ways, it is.
That thought sends my primal core into a rage. What if she has someone else?
Fuck, it doesn’t matter. She’s mine now and I’ll deal with whatever is necessary. But in my soul, I know she belongs to me and only me.
“Teah.” I pull back, needing to know. “There’s no one else in your life, is there?”
My statement comes out between gritted teeth and thankfully she shakes her head and licks her bottom lip.
“No one. Truth? I’ve never been with anyone.” Her eyes lock to mine, looking for my reaction. Her eyelashes flutter over those wild green eyes that see into my soul.
“I’m honored beyond words, Little Wolf.” The words tug at my heart and catch in my throat.
Relief washes over me, and I begin to tear at her clothes. A possessive beast replaces the Lock that came before this moment. Knowing no one has had her in the way I will only serves to secure our futures together. I will take her. No one else will ever know her the way I do, and it gives my life a purpose I didn’t know until right now.
She stares up as I strip her of the cold damp fabric. Raising her legs, I pull her jeans down, turning them inside out as they go. When she’s down to her white bra and panties I stand over her, looking down and admiring what’s about to be mine.
All mine.
“Beautiful doesn’t begin to be sufficient.” I manage, pulling my shirt off and tossing it into the pile of her clothes. “Looking at you, I feel everything I’ve been missing in my life. Like I’ve been chasing you for so long, Teah. Chasing us.”
I can’t believe this is really happening. Every word shocks me and feels more authentic than any song I’ve ever written. Any lines in a movie I’ve recited.
I’ve felt so alone for so long. All the days of being surrounded by people who only wanted something from me evaporate, and all I feel coming from Teah is love.
Yes.
Fuck.
Love. I feel loved.
“Take your panties off.” My voice hardens as the need races through me.
She does as I ask, lifting her ass and wiggling the damp panties down her legs, kicking them off the edge of the bed onto the wood floor under my feet.
“Good girl.” I reach down and trace a single finger from her lips, down between her tits, over the soft mound of her sweet belly and stopping just above her slit, feeling the small patch of dark curls under my finger. “Now your bra.”
I keep my eyes trained on hers as her mouth opens and her arms bend, and she lifts her back to comply. A moment later the last of any fabric keeping her from me is gone and I choke back the moan that catches in my throat.
She’s wet. I glance down and see it glistening on her bare lips. Her nipples are a dark pink, hard and tight, making my mouth water.
Her body is perfection. Her tits would fill both of my hands and my mouth, full and womanly in contrast to the sweet cheeks and innocent eyes I see looking back at me.
When her tongue comes out to glance on her lips, her knees fall open to display more of the damp pink slit that has me ready to come undone.
“I’m going to kiss you there, you know that, don’t you? That’s why you are showing yourself to me isn’t it, Teah? You want my mouth on you. You want my tongue slipping inside of you.”
Her lips fall open on a sigh and her hands drift down to settle on her belly, her dark hair in a wild swirl above her head.
She nods as I pull my shirt off, kick my boots to the wall and hear them thud and tumble with the force.
“I want you to kiss me everywhere.” Her tiny voice dances in my ears as my eyes stay fixed on her cunt.
“And I will. Over and over. There is not a part of you I won’t taste. Now spread your legs, I want to make you feel so good, Little Wolf.” The name slips out for the second time, and I see in her green eyes that it strikes her somewhere deep.
I lower my mouth to just above where I see her folds and clit poking out and draw a deep breath as I loop my hands around her thighs, pulling her open wider for me.
When my mouth connects, her slick flavor filling my mouth, I moan and slide my tongue up and down. I memorize every texture and fold before slowly pushing the tip inside her opening, feeling her nectar slide down my throat as I swallow, wanting that part of her inside me, making her mine.
I drag her ass up and off the bed, pulling her harder into my mouth as I tongue fuck her and listen to the amazing sounds she makes as her body stiffens, then shakes as she releases the first of what will be millions of orgasms given by me over the rest of our lifetime.
The swell of pride at having her cum in my mouth is better than any applause or award I’ve ever received. I’m bigger and happier than I can remember being in my life, and all because this mysterious girl tugged on my heart and whispered unspoken words to me that we were meant to be.
“That’s my good girl. Give me all of you, Teah. All of you...”
6
Teah
This moment is so surreal, I’m barely holding onto reality.
My inner thighs quiver as Lock holds my body steady and his tongue moves gently over my outer lips before kissing his way over my shaking belly. He’s covering me with his mouth, every inch of me feels alive.
“Please.” I mumble, unsure what it is I want, but knowing I’ll beg for more of whatever this is.
Whatever this moment is.
I barely know him, but I see something in his eyes that soothes me. Something that tells me I’m where I should be and that we will take care of each other. There’s a sadness about him and it draws me out of my shell, wanting to ease whatever the pain is I see behind those sea blue eyes.
His face is balanced yet imperfect. Carved yet not exactly beautiful. Masculine, yes. Sexy, God yes. His short cropped dark hair frames angled cheekbones and his chin balances with a jutting brow. He’s older than me and I like the sense of leadership he seems to exude.
There’s something about us together that tells me we are both alone in this world. And there’s a tortured part of his soul that matches the lonely part of mine, and we will each fill the empty spaces for the other.
“Please, what?” His eyes meet mine and there’s a fire behind them that half frightens me with its intensity. “Tell me what you need.”
A growl rumbles in his chest as a smile curves his lips. His teeth are sexy, his smile that of a Cheshire cat as he lowers my hips to the bed and steps back, his hands sliding up my legs until they grip my knees and push them apart.
I feel the cool air of the room on my warm flesh and Lock’s hands go to his belt.
Holding my breath, I watch as he slips the leather free, then his pants are off and tossed into the pile of clothes next to the bed.
Everything about him is perfection. A broad chest spotted with hair the color of chocolate and an erection that has me swallowing hard and unsure if my body will allow him inside me.
I forget everything as I stare at that massive cock, the way it juts from his body.
“Little Wolf, tell me what you need.” He repeats and I take a deep breath as I try to process the enormity of his question.
“This.” I squeak out,
my hands gripping the sheets by my hips as Lock reaches down and fists his shaft, making a wave of desire crash through me. “Whatever this is.”
I’ve never seen a man touch himself before but watching Lock’s hand stroking his cock has me on the edge. He smiles as he sees my intense stare and takes a step forward, making my belly flutter.
“You like that don’t you, Little Wolf? You like knowing you’re the one making me hard. Making me want you. You like watching me touch myself, thinking of how I want to fuck you. That’s what I’m thinking you know, Teah. How much I want to fuck you.”
I raise my hips an inch, craving what he is bringing me. I never thought much about what my first time would be like and right now with Lock, it feels exactly right. I push the questions away and give in completely to the feelings.
He releases his cock, then reaches up and slides his hands under my back, pushing me higher onto the bed and readjusting my legs so they are still wide for him.
Leaning down, he kisses each of my knees, then crawls onto me, his lips first brushing the nape of my neck before I gasp at the sharp pinch of his teeth.
“I’m going to make you mine, Teah. You understand that, don’t you?”
I feel his cock brushing against my inner thigh as he lowers his mouth to my breast, sucking hard and deep, making my back arch into him and my hips shift, wanting him there. Wanting him inside me.
“I want to be yours.” I plead, still unsure what all this is and how I’m this girl, here right now, wanting a man I barely know.
His teeth replace his lips on my breast and I gasp. He moves to the other, repeating the action and taking small bites out of me, growling as he does.
Chills cover me and I twist and yelp in an odd ecstasy that surprises me. The pain and pleasure wind and wrap into each other as the tip of his cock meets my clit and my hips take on the task of rubbing those parts of us together.
“No.” He grits out against my chest, rising up to bring us eye to eye. “Not yet. I’m not done enjoying the rest of you. I don’t want to rush. I want to feel it all with you.”
“It’s hard. I want you so much.”
His denial only makes my desire overflow and any worry about taking his thick cock inside me is quickly outweighed by my primal need to feel him.
I dig my hands into his forearms, desperate to pull him up and into me, but he retreats, moving his hips away from me, his mouth kissing and licking around my neck, down the center of my chest to my belly where he bites and marks me until I’m wound so tight the slightest contact on my clit will push me over.
Pushing my hips upward again, I’m unable to stop the rush, and he brings one hand to cover my mouth as the other wraps behind my neck, holding me as he moves upward again, taking complete control of my body under his.
He covers me completely, his massive body making me feel so small, and I’d do anything right now that he asks. Anything that he commands.
The stubble along his jaw scrapes the skin on my neck as I moan into the hand that covers my mouth. He rubs the length of his cock up and down against my soaking folds and I match his movements with my own, willing to draw out this tension that twists inside of me.
His scent consumes me as he moves harder and faster, teasing me with every inch of him. His teeth and lips ravage my neck as his erection slips up and down, faster and faster, pushing me so close I’m forced to arch my neck back and moan into his palm.
Having his hand over my mouth only makes me more crazed. As though I’m about to jump off a ledge into the unknown.
His lips leave my neck and the hand over my mouth eases down between our bodies, and I groan along with him as I feel the tip of his erection gently pressing at my entrance.
“I want this moment engrained in me for the rest of my life. I want so badly to fuck you hard and fast, Teah, but I want more to feel every moment. To remember every inch of you, how you feel as you take me inside. As I make you mine.”
As he speaks, he presses forward and his eyes remain fixed on mine. My skin feels like it’s on fire and a frenzy is already peaking inside of me.
He’s huge and even the first push inside me hurts, and I wonder if I’ll be able to take him. If I’ll be able to please him.
All I know, I don’t want this to end. Even if he tears me apart, I’m lost in this manic desire for a man I’ve only just met.
“Ow...” I can’t help the pleading sound in my voice.
“I’m sorry. You’re so fucking tight. I’m going as slow as I can. You feel so fucking good, Teah. It will hurt for a minute, but then it will get better, I promise. Thank you for giving me this. This part of you no one else will ever have.” His eyes close and I see the hard muscle of his jaw harden as he grits his teeth, trying to stay in control.
It’s hard to breathe as his lips come down to meet mine. His tongue slips inside as he presses further forward and I shift my hips to give him better access. His kiss is hard, possessive. His breathing stilted and warm as our tongues wrap together and I wince as he enters me further, sliding another few inches.
I’m full, stretched, torn, but his body is not even settled onto mine and I know there is more of him to take. The enormity of his body crashes over me as I realize I couldn’t get away if I tried. He is colossal, the solidness of his form pressing down on me turns me on more than it should. This feeling of helplessness under him pushes me closer to the edge.
This is all new, and for a split second I remember he is raw inside me. There is nothing between us. And that thought only sends me closer to my peak.
As if he’s read my mind, Lock breaks our kiss. Both of us are breathing hard but he stills his thrusts, a hand coming to grip my chin and forcing my eyes onto his.
“Are you ready for us, Teah? All of us? I’ve never touched a woman this way before, without anything between us. I wanted that with you. I saw it in my mind. Us. Together like this, I know it’s crazy. Probably wildly irresponsible. But it feels perfect. It feels right.”
He gives me a soft kiss on my forehead and his hips flex, pushing nearly the entirety of his massive erection into my body and making me wince as I flood us with a river of my arousal.
“All I know.” I manage to get out. “Is I want all of you. Right now. Please...”
My whimpered plea seems to set something off within him.
And the slow gentleness falls away.
7
Lachlan
Inside her all my dreams come true. This is a moment for me in so many ways. Feeling her like this, her warmth, her slick walls, so tight I can barely move as her body holds me firm, resisting as I slam my hips forward, unable to restrain the beast she’s unleashed inside of me.
Taking her virginity means more to me than any award I’ve ever received. Any public accomplishment. This moment. Right now. This is my finest hour.
She’s moving with me. Her sounds urge me forward as I breathe in the air she exhales, wanting all of her to be part of me.
“God, I want to feel you cum.” I grunt, speeding my strokes, pressing my body down against her clit, grinding myself into her as my hands wrap around her back, holding her steady, taking control of her entirely.
Her mouth falls open and I see the faraway look in her eyes. I could have cum a half dozen times already just from the sights, sounds and feel of her, but I want her to have her pleasure first. For whatever reason, that’s the most important thing to me; it’s my focus, my mission.
Our first time will be hers.
I want to show her this isn’t just sex for me. There’s something new. I want her to feel loved and nurtured, even as I take her like a filthy animal. And I pray she understands both of those parts of me.
I feel her opening gripping me as she pushes herself to take more. Her nipples press hard against my chest, rubbing across my flesh with every thrust, and I love the feel of every inch of her body moving against mine.
“Does that feel good, baby? Does it still hurt?” I dare ask but wanting to know. Wanting
to make her feel good in so many ways and not caring about my own pleasure, only hers.
In and out. Faster, harder. Her breathing stalls and halts and she’s whispering things in my ear, urging me to keep going. My cock is harder than it’s ever been as I slam into her limits.
She goes off under me and around me and it’s all I can take. I do something I’ve never done before as I come inside her, and she comes with me, milking my cock until I see stars.
We groan and I do everything I can to keep my eyes open so that I can watch the look of bliss on her face. Knowing I did that for her. To her. With her.
I feel a sense of prideful ownership form in that moment. Knowing her body is now marked with me. Knowing in a way that I want whatever this is between us to never end, knowing that if my seed is planted inside of her, she will be mine forever.
She is mine forever.
No matter what. I’m never letting her go. I feel that down deep into the marrow of my bones.
I cum so hard it’s a struggle to breathe but I don’t want to stop. I fuck into her until she’s shaking and calling my name, and I’ve never heard anything more beautiful in my life. I’ve heard my name screamed more than I can fathom on stage and from fans, but right now, hearing Teah cumming and calling for me, there’s nothing that can compare.
I cradle her into me as she shudders, and I fill her again with me. My balls tighten and release in pulses, over and over, until we are both sweaty and panting.
“You okay, baby?” I ask, my lungs struggling to fill with air as I brush hair from her face.
She nods, her eyes closed tight as I kiss her cheeks, her nose, everywhere my lips can reach. I keep us bonded together, my cock still deep inside her.
“Because I want you to always tell me, okay? Promise me that. That you will always let me know how you feel. The good. The bad. And the ugly. If I hurt you in any way, don’t hold back, always tell me. Okay? You promise me that, Teah.”