I follow her in and shove her against the wall beside the door. That way, no one can see us through the window, and I can stop the door from opening if anyone tries. I have the front of her leotard down in seconds, bra cups peeled off and my mouth over one of her rosy nipples. One hand squeezes her breast while the other rubs between her legs. I go right up her shorts, investigating the outline of her pussy through her leotard and tights.
"Baby, I want to shred these tights with my teeth," I confess.
"No," she pants. "Please don't." She pushes at my chest, and I force myself to draw back. I may be aggressive, but I sure as hell don't force myself on women.
But my little ballerina drops to her knees, head tipped up, gaze on my face.
My nostrils flare and I automatically reach for the outline of my cock in my jeans.
She undoes my button and makes a sexy show of dragging down the zipper. All the while, I'm biting my knuckles to keep from groaning.
She doesn't say a word. Neither of us do. She takes my cock out and wraps her slender fingers around the base.
The minute her lips part, pre-cum leaks out. I'm about two seconds from spending, which isn't like me. I pride myself on stamina. But apparently I have none where this girl is concerned. Especially considering I've been blue-balled for her for days now.
"Fuck, angel," I grit when she licks around the head. "You're going to get off easy, because I'm about two pumps away from coming."
I love the satisfied smile she flashes right before she takes me deep.
Oh fates. My balls tighten up, thighs go rigid. I grasp the back of her head and pump into her mouth like a total jackass. I can't help myself. I need relief so bad I'm going blind.
"Angelina," I choke, trying not to shove all the way down her throat.
She tightens her hold on my cock, and jacks her fist. Her tongue swirls on the underside of my member, lips suction tight.
"Baby-"
I give her control again, and she pumps her mouth in concert with her fist, making it feel like she's taking my full length.
"Fuck. Fuck yes. I'm going to come," I warn her so she can pop off, but she stays on, sucking hard enough to pull the chrome off a bumper. I come in her devastating, hot mouth, my eyes rolling back in my head.
She sucks me clean and stands up while I shove my cock back in my jeans.
"Goddamn." I snag her nape and pull her face up to mine. "Remind me to threaten the welfare of your tights again."
She gives a surprised laugh that lights up her face and I drink it in, still riding the euphoria of my release. "Well, your boner was looking pretty painful."
I grin. "I can't help it. You're more dressed at the nightclub, and you already know how I feel about what you wear there."
She laughs, a husky sound that revives my cock far too soon. It seems I'm going to be permahard for this girl. "You sure it wasn't seeing all the dancers out there?" There's a pointedness to the question and I don't forget her little show of jealousy in the hallway. It's important I set her straight.
"No, baby. Just you." Her tits are still hanging out and I pinch both nipples gently. "But you're welcome to stake a public claim on me, anytime. I sure as hell enjoyed it."
She blushes, but she's still smiling, and I steal a brief kiss.
"Don't think this will get you out of your spanking later, though."
She flushes a deeper red, but leans right up against me. I cup her ass and pull her hips up on mine. "Do werewolves have girlfriends?"
The question is so innocent, but it's loaded.
For both of us.
I ease off my grip on her ass and sag against the wall. "No." It fucking kills me to say it, especially when I see her expression shutter. "Not with humans."
"Oh." She busies herself with putting her tits away and I want to smash my own face in.
"Listen-"
"No, you don't have to say anything." Her voice sounds forced. "I knew you weren't the boyfriend type from the beginning. That's why I was putting on the brakes."
I curl my fingers into my palms to keep from reaching for her. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. I'm trying to respect your boundaries. It's just really fucking hard. Humans don't usually tweak me as much as you do."
This earns me eye contact again, which comes as a visceral relief. "I tweak you?"
I drag my lower lip through my teeth. "So fucking much." I adjust my cock, which is already growing again. "But I'll give it rest. Thanks for taking the edge off."
She pinches my nipple through my t-shirt. It's a sassy move, considering I'm the guy who likes to be the aggressor, but I let her do it. "Well, I should get to class."
"Yeah." I open the door for her and let her go through it, but I don't follow. She needs her space, as much as I can give it. I wait until she's almost around the corner before I leave the room.
Dammit.
It feels like I just swallowed a round of lead.
Agent Dune
Facial recognition software pulls absolutely nothing on the faces he has from the lab bombing. Including Nash's. It's almost as if they've been buried on purpose. But by whom? His superiors? Or someone on their side? It would take some extremely sophisticated security hacks to be able to fuck with their system, but he's learned never to underestimate anyone. Never underestimate, never make assumptions. You have to stay open to crazy fucking possibilities if you want the real answers.
If he wouldn't have written things off as impossible back when he first saw something unreal about Nash, he might've learned something about his past. What his father was. What happened to him.