Page 9 of Witchwolf

Breathless, all I could do was nod. Fuck, but he was beautiful and thoughtful and just... I almost wished I’d gone into this looking for more than one night. He seemed like the kind of guy who would make an amazing... something. Boyfriend? Lover? Husband?

Everything.

But that was romantic crap, and one-night stands did not turn into forever.

Slowly, he pressed forward, making me gasp as the fat head of his cock slid inside me. It didn’t hurt at all; he’d relaxed me so much, and the slide was so slick. I’d never managed to make it so seamless and easy by myself, with my dildo. Clearly, having a partner was superior in multiple ways.

I was still breathless and panting when suddenly his hips were flush against me, his whole cock inside me. It was fucking magical.Hewas magical. I could have come right then if there’d been so much as a stiff breeze on my cock, but he held there, letting me get acclimated before moving.

And that... was...fuck.

I wasn’t even ashamed at the high whine that came out of me. I didn’t have the higher brain function to be ashamed. There was only me and him and that fucking sensation, his cock sliding out of me, and then slowly once again in.

I opened my eyes when I realized I had closed them, and found him grinning down at me, looking downright charmed by my lack of control over any part of my body. I wanted to apologize, but the words just weren’t in me, in that moment.

So instead I whined again, pressing up against him with my ass. He took that cue beautifully and pulled out again, this time thrusting in with some force, a little slap sounding through the room as his thighs met my ass.

I gasped, and this time managed to gather my wits enough to speak up, if just barely. “More.”

And fuck, but did he give me exactly what I’d asked for. He pulled out and drove back in, his hips taut with the tension of it, thrusting forward over and over, like he was a fucking machine and not a man.

Heh, fucking machine.

That was my last semi-rational thought as he fucked me, rough and hard and my mind just slipped away into the sensation of a cock pounding into me. This was why some of the guys I knew called themselves cocksluts. Because after having this, who would ever want to go a night without it?

He pounded into me, and I wrapped my legs around him, trying to pull him even deeper, moving with him and arching into it every time he buried himself deep in my ass. I couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t seem to matter, and there were fireworks exploding behind my eyelids, which had once again slipped closed without my permission or knowledge. Quite literally, the bursts of color were far more dramatic than when I rubbed my closed eyes after a long day.

Almost... real.

It continued when I opened my eyes to meet his, and they seemed to flash bright crimson like in the club lights, but a moment later, my whole body was seizing with the power of the strongest orgasm I’d had in my entire fucking life. My whole body jerked up into him, core straining and arms going limp. I almost screamed at the feeling of electricity coursing through me, but I didn’t have the breath to make a sound, gasping for deep lungfuls of air as though I was underwater and couldn’t quite reach it.

Above me, he groaned and tensed, and I knew it wasn’t possible, but I could have sworn I could feel him coming inside me. Shit. Inside me. I hadn’t asked him to wear a condom. Rookie fucking mistake.

Since I was, in fact, a rookie, I tried to let it go. No reason to let worry ruin my night now. Not when it had been so fucking perfect so far.

So instead of worrying or freaking out, I let myself bask in the afterglow for a moment. But then he pulled himself up, smiling at me, and shook out his now-shaggy hair. “Shower, something to eat, and go again?”

Fuck me.

Well yeah, literally. But also, it was a fucking tragedy I wasn’t going to keep him.

* * *

It was three in the morning when I finally ordered a ride home.

Jax suggested I could stay the night, but given how shocked he seemed at having made the offer, I just shook my head. “I have work early in the morning, and my clothes are at home. Thank you, though. Thank you for... everything.”

It felt a little odd, thanking a guy for fucking me into his mattress for half the night, but also, it had been better than a thank you could even answer for. It had been perfect.

I leaned in to kiss him one more time, where he stood, indolently naked in his kitchen doorway while I’d completely dressed again before ordering a ride.

Both of us opened our mouths as though to speak, but neither managed to say whatever it was we were thinking aloud.

When I heard the car pull up, I leaned in and kissed him again, then ripped off the Band-Aid and ran out into the night.

I was sore as hell in the morning, and my ass was dragging from lack of sleep as I showered and pulled on my suit, but it had been entirely worth it.

Jax had been perfect and beautiful and gentle—and then not gentle—and exactly what I’d always imagined a great lover would be. The night had been precisely what I’d wanted. Jax had been precisely what I wanted, in every way.

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