by Blythe Reid
“Do you want to come with us?” I asked Alissa.
“Yes,” she said with no hesitation. I laughed because so far, she’d only said one word to me.
Alissa and I put the boys in the back of her car, and then I got my bike and led her to my house. We got there, and she helped me put the boys into bed. I apologized to them for not being around. I read them a story. When I was done, we tried to leave the room, but they started begging for Alissa to read to them, so she did. When they finally drifted off to sleep, we left their room and went into the living room, where we sat on the couch.
“You sure did run over to me pretty quickly,” I said to her.
She smiled. “Yeah, I did. Because I had been so worried about you.”
“You were?” I asked her.
She nodded her head. “That’s why I was so adamant about you not going. I was worried.”
I gave her a kiss. “I love you,” I said to her, finally taking the leap. I held my breath as I waited for her to respond. It seemed like forever.
“I love you, too,” she said.
We started kissing, and then we made our way back to my bedroom. We laid on the bed together where we started kissing even more. I ran my hands around her body, just feeling every inch of her. I pushed her shirt up, revealing her stomach and braless tits. I ran my fingers over her and watched the goosebumps form on her skin. Her nipples hardened, and she moaned when I began to suck on them.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” I asked her and then claimed her mouth once more.
I felt her hands slide down to my belt where she began to undo it slowly. Her fingers fumbled around my button, and I had to help her get it undone. Then she unzipped my pants and wiggled her fingers inside.
Her hand wrapped around my cock, and she began to massage it. I let out soft moans as I concentrated on the feeling of her hand wrapped around my cock.
“You’re so hard,” she said, her voice was full of lust. She both looked and sounded like she was more than ready for me.
I helped her take her clothes off, and then I removed my own. I laid down on the bed next to her, both of us on our sides, and I began to kiss her all over again. I ran my hands up and down her body, feeling her skin, and she arched her back in response. She had her hand lightly gripping my cock. I could have sworn it was the most perfect moment of my life. I was feeling more and more turned on. I wanted to shove my cock deep inside of her.
16
Alissa
I couldn’t get enough of Spencer in that moment. I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of me once again. The most incredible thing had happened. We had both put our fears aside and confessed our love for one another. The way he was touching me, caressing me, and kissing my body right then was all so fucking amazing. I craved him so bad. My body was aching just to feel him inside of me.
He slid his hand down to my pussy and began to massage my clit. Then he slid his finger inside of me and began to move it in and out of me in a slow motion. It was so hot, and I felt like I couldn’t even breathe. The pleasure was so powerful.
I moaned as he continued to finger-fuck me.
I continued to play with his cock and was thoroughly enjoying how we were both playing with each other. We would kiss and then pause, focusing on our own pleasure and pleasing the other. Then we would kiss again.
He pulled his finger out and stuck it in his mouth and sucked on it. I moaned in response. It was so hot. Then he pushed me so I was laying on my back, and I watched as he got in between my legs and moved down. I felt the hot air from his mouth on my pussy, and then, I felt it. His magical tongue was pressing into my clit. I tipped my head back and closed my eyes.
He moved it up and down, going slowly. Then he began to move his tongue in circles around the top part of my clit. My body wiggled beneath him. The pleasure bolted through every inch of my being. I could feel my pussy responding to the sensations of his mouth on me, and just as I was starting to get used to it, I felt him slide a finger inside of me.
I arched my back and moved my hips in the same motion as his fingers and tongue. He scooted back, and this gave him a better angle to finger me. He began to slide his finger in and out of me in quick motions. Then he added a second finger and continued to finger me.
“Oh, my God,” I moaned. “That feels so good.”
Then he pulled his fingers out of me, grabbed his cock, and held it up to my pussy. I wiggled until I felt him pressing into me. But he pulled back.
“Do you want it?” he asked, stroking his cock in a hot motion.
I nodded my head.
“Say it. Beg for it.” His voice was so fucking sexy.
“I want you to fuck me so bad,” I begged him. “Please fuck me, Daddy.” I loved that he took control like this when we fucked. It was so fucking hot.
He groaned, and then I watched as he shoved his cock deep inside of me.
He slid all the way in and then pulled back, taking his cock all the way with him. I wanted his cock back inside of me so badly. I didn’t really know what he was doing. I bit down on my lip and scooted myself closer to him. He shoved his cock inside of me, and it took me by surprise. It took my breath away. I looked up at him as he started to move his cock in and out of my pussy. Then he leaned down so his chest was touching mine, and I could feel his body weight pressing into me, and I felt him move his cock in and out of me. He started out slow. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his legs. It was the absolute, most perfect moment of my life.
“Say it,” he whispered in my ear.
I knew exactly what he was talking about. “I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you, too,” he whispered back. Then I felt him start to move his cock harder and faster, in and out of my pussy.
He stopped after a moment and sat up. He grabbed each of my ankles, and I watched as he put one on each of his shoulders. Then he shoved his cock back inside of me. He was deeper than he had just been, and I had to admit that I liked this position. I loved feeling how deep he could get inside of me.
He held my ankles with his hands and started to fuck me harder and harder. I put my hand on my pussy and began to massage my clit. I rubbed it at the same pace he was fucking me, and it took me to the edge quickly. I could feel the orgasm coming.
“Are you gonna come?” he asked.
I nodded my head, and I started to rub my clit a little harder. It felt so good when I moved my fingers up and down on my clit while his thick cock slid in and out of my pussy. I started moaning louder and louder. It all felt so good, so intense. I was right there on the edge.
“Don’t stop,” I begged him. “I’m so fucking close. Don’t stop.”
He continued to fuck my pussy hard and fast, and I continued to rub my clit. I was right there, the pleasure filling up my entire body, threatening to push me over. I wanted my release more than anything. My body was aching for it. All of my muscles tensed up, and then all at once, I felt a floating feeling hit me, followed by my toes curling and my body completely relaxing.
“I’m coming,” I cried out for him as my pussy began to pulse.
He fucked me a little harder, and then he stopped. I could tell by the look on his face and his throbbing cock that he was coming, too. It was so hot to watch him come at the same time as me. To feel him come at the same time as me.
When we were done and we both came down from our orgasms, he pulled out of me and got onto the bed, pulling me close him. He buried his face in my hair.
“I love you,” he whispered in my ear.
“I love you, too,” I whispered back to him.
“It took you long enough to say it,” he said. I heard him laugh behind me.
“I want you to know that no matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you,” he said. “I’ll always be here to protect you.” He kissed the back of my head, and I wiggled myself into him more. I felt like I wanted to get closer to him, but I just couldn’t. He was already holding me
close to him.
“I’m so glad I met you,” I mumbled to him.
“I’m so glad I met you, too,” he said back to me. “I love you, Alissa. And I can’t wait to see what our future holds.”
“I love you, too, Spencer. I think we’re going to make a really good team.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” he said.
Then we both fell asleep.
The End
Author Note: I have a twist on an old classic below if you’re at all interested in reading a little more! Enjoy!
Red and her Wolfe
They call me The Wolfe.
I hunt women the way a wolf hunts lambs.
And I just found my latest prey.
She’s a long way from home.
We meet on the plane.
And there’s nothing as vulnerable as a girl who’s homesick after her first trip abroad.
The girls I’m used to want my money and my looks.
This girl is too innocent for either of those things.
She wants me because of the way we lock eyes.
The way we instantly hit it off.
The way we seem to have been made for each other.
And I want her because I’m The Wolfe.
I hunt innocent young women like her.
It’s what I do.
But sometimes, the hunter becomes the hunted.
1
Lucien
The air was different as Adam and I stepped off the plane. We finally arrived in Paris, France, and our month-long vacation was about to begin. For weeks, Adam and I planned this trip, eager to escape New York for a little while. We were just one summer away from the start of our senior year, and neither of us were ready for college to end. This trip was our last hurrah, one month of reckless fun to propel us into adulthood. I, for one, could not wait.
“Man, I can’t believe we’re here,” Adam said as we stepped out of the tunnel and emerged inside the airport. “We’re in Paris!”
“Crazy, right?” I said without emotion. I was excited, but not like Adam. While I’d spent my life traveling and having adventures, Adam had been more sheltered. He hadn’t seen much outside of New York.
“Thanks for paying for this,” Adam said softly as we walked. “It means a lot.”
I shrugged. “Hey, I didn’t want to come alone. What fun would that have been?”
Adam laughed. “You’ve got a point. This trip is going to be fucking awesome.”
“Of course, it is,” I said easily. “This is our final escape before the real world takes over. Next year is going to be all about figuring out our lives. After that, who knows when our next adventure will be?”
“Knowing you, it won’t be long,” Adam scoffed. “I know you, Lucien. You can’t go longer than a few weeks without doing something insane.”
“That’s true,” I said, shrugging. “But who knows? Maybe I’ll change this year.”
Adam just snorted and shook his head. I knew he didn’t believe me. Hell, I didn’t believe me, but it sounded good to say. The truth was, I didn’t know what the next year was going to hold for me. Senior year at NYU would be insane in more ways than one. Not only would I have to choose a career for myself, but I would be running the frat for the first time. Just two months ago, I was elected President of Delta Pi. I was already working on some kickass party plans.
“Luggage is late,” Adam said, pointing to a sign above our heads. “We’ll have to wait.”
“There’s a bar over there,” I said, nodding a few feet in front of us.
Adam and I headed to the bar and collapsed on a couple of barstools. The flight was a long one, and neither of us had slept. We were both too energized about being in France for an entire month. We didn’t want to waste a single second sleeping, even on the plane ride. Now though, I wished I’d shut my eyes for a little while because I was already starting to fade.
We ordered a couple beers and sipped them while we waited. Both Adam and I were champion drinkers, but we paced ourselves that day. We didn’t need to start our vacation off with a hangover and jetlag.
“So,” Adam said. “What do you have planned for us this year, Mr. President?”
I rolled my eyes and took a long swig of my beer. Most of the guys had started calling me “Mr. President” the second I was elected. It was annoying, but also oddly empowering. Every time I heard it, a sense of energy surged through my body. This position was meant for me. Since freshman year, I knew I wanted it. Delta Pi was my life. They were my brothers, my family. We did everything together, and I was determined to give them all an amazing year.
“A few things,” I said, shrugging. “Nothing I can talk about just yet. Not until the first meeting.”
“Come on,” Adam whined. “I won’t say anything. Just tell me.”
“You tell me,” I evaded. “What do you want to do this year?”
“Party,” Adam answered simply.
“Well, that’s innovative,” I said. I was being snarky, but I didn’t care. I finished my first beer and ordered another.
Adam shrugged. “I have a few ideas. But I don’t want to step on tradition.”
“Only one party is tradition,” I reminded him. “And you know which one that is.”
“We’re doing it this year?” he asked.
“Every year,” I said firmly. “For over twenty years, Delta Pi has thrown that party. I’d be ousted if I tried to do away with it.”
“Probably true,” Adam said.
“I’m thinking we’ll have ten parties this year,” I said. “One for each month. We’ll make some of them themed, you know? ‘Back to School,’ ‘Halloween,’ ‘Fucksgiving,’ that kind of thing.”
Adam laughed. “‘Fucksgiving.’ I like it.”
“Thought you would,” I said. “Don’t tell the guys yet. I’ll announce it all at the first meeting, okay?”
I stared at him with authority in my eyes. The last thing I needed was to show favoritism to Adam. If anyone caught wind of the fact that I was letting Adam in on the planning process, I would have a mutiny on my hands. I wanted my term as President to go smoothly. I wanted to be remembered well, as one of the best leaders Delta Pi ever had.
While we sat at the bar, Adam and I continued to drink and discuss plans for the following year. We talked about life after graduation and what we each wanted to do. I wasn’t sure where my life would take me, but I was certain about one thing: I didn’t want to work for my father’s company.
He owned a logging business, Wolfe Logging and Trucking. I’d grown up around the business and knew everything about it, but it didn’t excite me. The idea of spending my entire life working for my dad made me miserable. I couldn’t imagine making that my career.
As we talked, we were joined by a flight attendant who sat a couple stools away from me. She was sexy in an older woman way. When I glanced at her, I saw that she was wearing slightly too much makeup, but her figure was amazing. She looked to be in her late-thirties, but she was still in shape. Her breasts were perky, and her hips had just the right amount of curve to peak my interest.
It wasn’t long before I realized my interest was returned. She glanced at me every few seconds, batting her eyelashes suggestively. I grinned to myself and ordered her a drink. When the bartender placed it in front of her, I raised my own glass and nodded. She smiled gratefully and sipped her drink, all the while flirting with me with her eyes.
I didn’t usually go for older women. The cougar complex wasn’t my style, but I was on vacation, and so far, there hadn’t been much to do. Until our luggage arrived, Adam and I were stuck at the airport. I’d already grown bored with Adam’s conversation, and I longed for a brief reprieve. The sexy flight attendant seemed like the perfect distraction.
“Be right back,” I said, setting my beer down and jumping to my feet. Adam frowned but didn’t say a word.
I closed the distance between myself and the flight attendant easily. She grinned at me as I approached, but I didn’t smi
le back. Instead, I fixed my dark brown eyes on her hazel ones and leaned close to her.
“Did you like the drink?” I asked.
“It was delicious,” she said, smiling and lifting her empty glass. “Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure,” I said. “I wondered if you might take a walk with me.”
“I’d love to,” she said without hesitation.
I took her hand and led her away from the bar. Adam watched us go with an amused expression. He and I both knew what this woman wanted from me, and it wasn’t quality conversation. She took one look at my young, muscular body and decided I was her meat of the day. As we walked through the airport, I kept my eyes peeled for a deserted corridor. When I found it, I pulled her into a bathroom.
“You don’t waste any time,” she said appreciatively.
“Would you rather talk a while?” I asked sincerely, my dark eyes staring deeply into hers. “I can be a perfect gentleman if you’d like.”
While I spoke, I stepped closer to her, running my fingertips up her arm. She shivered at my touch, and I could feel desire radiating off her. She wanted my cock… badly.
“No,” she whispered. “I don’t want a gentleman.”
I glanced around to make sure the bathroom was empty. Once I was certain it was, I locked the outer door and turned back to face her. She watched me closely, her breathing becoming ragged already. Just my presence was enough to turn her on.
I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against me. She was short. Shorter than I first thought, but that didn’t matter. At six foot, one inch, I was used to being the tallest person in the room. With her body pressed firmly against me, I could feel the curve of her breasts. My hands gripped her hips, and I kissed her hungrily.
There wasn’t time for slow and gentle. We could be interrupted at any moment. I kissed her roughly, shoving my tongue in her mouth and moving my hands to her blouse. In one motion, I ripped her buttons apart, letting her breasts burst free. She wore a red, lacy bra that looked amazing against her olive skin.