I lose my inhibitions and rock against him.
"That's it," he murmurs. "Take it, baby. Take what you need."
"Fuck," I gasp. "I'm gonna come." I rock my hips harder, grinding against his fingers as my orgasm washes over me.
"Stay where you are," Tank commands, standing up. I sprawl before him, my legs spread. He tugs me to the edge of the bed. I wrap my legs around him as he pushes his jeans down just enough to take his cock out and jack it slowly.
"Tank…"
"Touch yourself."
My hand creeps between my legs, and I do as he commands.
"Tell me when you're close." He catches my ankle. "Spread your legs wider. Give me a show."
My head rolls back at that. Fuck, obeying him is so hot.
"Tank-"
"You close?"
I nod.
"Stop, and take off your shirt. I'm gonna mark you. Not permanently, just with my cum."
I don't know what permanently even means, but damn, that's hot. I strip my shirt and bra off and scoot closer to the edge of the bed.
"Touch yourself again."
I do, keeping my eyes on his massive rod. His hand wraps around it, but mine barely fit.
Arousal stabs through me, and I moan.
"Don't come. Not yet," he growls.
"Please-"
He jacks faster. "I mean it, baby. You come before I do, and I'll spank your sweet little pussy."
Suddenly, I'm close, too close. Right on the brink. "Tank-"
He gives a deep groan. I crest again as he paints me with his seed.
"Fuck," I pant.
"Fuck," he agrees.
I laugh, but he's serious as he reaches out and smears his spend over my breasts. "Good, baby. Stay."
I sag back on the bed as he heads to the bathroom. The tap runs, and he returns with a cloth and cleans me. I smell like him. I love it.
I start to rise, but he stops me. "Stay."
"I want water." Seems like I'm thirsty all the time now that I've found my fox side.
"I'll get it."
I sit up anyway, if only to admire the taut ass of the man who just gave me the best orgasm of my life. He returns and I drink the water then test my wobbly legs on the floor. I'm relaxed, like I've had a full body massage. Spanking and orgasms. Miraculous.
Tank cleans up by rubbing a wet towel over his face and body. I know this is just a romp, but I can't help imagine what it'd be like to wake up next to this guy every morning. Not to mention go to bed with him every night.
I might not leave the bed.
But he's made it pretty clear he's not interested in a relationship. And he just purposely didn't go all the way with me, which means he's holding back for a reason.
"Hey." I touch my foot to his leg. "Can wolves get foxes pregnant?" It's my old defense mechanism. Say the thing that will make them run. It works.
He goes still.
"Kidding," I say quickly, but it's too late. When he turns, his expression is blank. The walls are back up.
"Foxfire-"
"Tank, I know this is all for fun." He looks annoyed at being interrupted, but I barrel on. "No strings attached. I'm not expecting anything long term."
He watches me carefully. Werewolves can smell lies. Well, I'm not lying. I spread my hands and make my case. "I'm rebounding, remember? I just broke up with… with… um…" What was his name again? I sit blinking at Tank for a moment, drawing a blank until, finally, I remember. "With Benny. We were together for two years, so… yeah, that's a long time. Whereas this-" I wave my hand between us. "This is just for fun."
I hold my breath, waiting for him to confirm or deny. This isn't more than a passing fling… is it? Even if our chemistry is explosive, and I'm starting to lean on him.
~.~
Foxfire
I dream of running through the long grass, chasing something small and tasty. The brush parts to reveal a barbecue sandwich. An obvious trap. I sniff around, and finally pounce. At the last minute, I look up at the big bad wolf looming over me-
I jerk awake. It's early, but I slept well and am wide awake.
Tank's curled around me, a rather large part of his anatomy digging into my bottom. I don't remember falling asleep-or curling into his arms. He must have pulled me close afterward. Unless he's already awake?
I rub my backside against him. Impossibly, his cock grows bigger and harder.
I roll and take him in hand. "I'm horny," I tell him.
His brown eyes flit over me, his features a little softer with sleep. Handsome, but a bit more approachable.
I grin with all my teeth. "May I suck you?"
A pause, and then he moves in a blur. He flips me onto my back. "Don't want your mouth," he growls, and spreads my legs. His head lowers to my pussy.
He licks into me, long, hard strokes that drive me toward Orgasm Town. "Tank," I chant, my knees swaying in the air. "Oh, Tank, oooh." As pleasure ebbs through me, he licks every bit of me clean then climbs up and presents his cock. Now he wants my mouth. I crane my head to suck as much as he'll let me.
He leans over to the bedside. A crinkle of a packet, and he moves away from me, rolling a condom onto his giant, perfect, rigid cock.
Thank you, baby Jesus.
He picks me up and props my legs over his shoulders. When he sets the head of his cock at my entrance, I'm almost folded in half.
"Ready?" His gaze rolls over me, face no longer blank but heated, active interest there.
"Yes. God, yes." I grip the bedspread.