4

        We returned to the pack house at the end of the evening, and I practically ran to my room so I wouldn’t jump on him. The sexual tension between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife. As much as I wanted him, I kept telling myself to not get attached to him. I was only his for a month. He’s incredibly charming and so sweet, he includes me in conversations and makes me feel wanted. I don’t think I’ve felt this way in a long time. I want him… yet I need to stay away. That is proving to be an impossible task.

         But why couldn’t we have fun? We were both consenting adults that were going to be around each other for the next three weeks. And if the chemistry that has been building between us means anything, I bet my life he’s a God in bed. Why wouldn’t I want that? I could venture to say that he would be better than all my previous sexual experiences combined. And it has been so fucking long since I’ve had a good fucking! Seriously, I need to be touched by something without batteries.

         I’ve been pacing my room while I’ve been reasoning with myself in my head deciding if I should stay in my room or make my way to his. Not that I even know if he’d accept my advances. I mean I think he would based on our interactions tonight. We had a great time. He was approached 17 times by multiple she-wolves begging for just a sliver of his attention. I see why he needed me as a buffer now. He would never have any meaningful business conversations if he went alone. And I was impressed by how he commanded the room. Like he was born to do it. In a way, I guess he was since he’s an Alpha. But it was more than just that. He made sure he mingled long enough to make connections with the right people to make him and his business shine. I just followed along, making sure I’d cozy up to him and wrap my arms around him when he was approached and divert his attention to somewhere useful. We made a great team.

         Before I knew it, while I was thinking of how amazing we worked together, I was walking through the house to find his room. Once I found the door, which I assumed to be his, I put my ear to the door and could hear him bustling about, so before I lost the courage, I knocked.

         “Come in,” I hear Colt say.

         I take the biggest breath of air and opened the door. He sat up against the headboard of a large black wood and metal platform bed. The room was dark, and the curtains on the windows were closed. Large, manly, black, white, and metal accents and furniture filled the room and a large television hung on the wall opposite the bed. It was on mute, but I could see a football game playing on it out of the corner of my eye.

         My eyes finally reached him after taking my time observing his room, and reaching his tanned bare chest sprinkled with just enough chest hair to make me pick my jaw up before I drool. He has some gray sweatpants on so low that his deep V is peaking out. Goddess, he’s fucking perfect. Why do gray sweatpants on a guy look so fucking good?! The light of the TV bounced off his seriously lickable abs and his dark eyes flashed a dazzling gold with the extra light.

         I’m starting to think our wolves are on the same page because I’ve had to reign mine in quite a few times around Colt. She seriously fucking likes him. Enough to try to take control from me a few times.

         Our gazes are locked and neither of us has said anything. I don’t know what to say or how to start this conversation so instead of putting my foot in my mouth with some awkward statement, I slowly peel off my cocktail dress until it hits the floor. I hear the rumble of a growl from Colt and his eyes darken with lust and flicker gold. There I stood in nothing, but a pair of pale pink panties as I shake my loose curls out trying to steady my breathing.

         His deep voice growls, “Come here, Laynie.” His voice filled with lust and desire. He’s in total alpha mode right now, and I fucking love it. I ever so slowly walk to the edge of the bed stopping right before him. I watch his gaze start at my bare neck, travel lower to my chest as my nipples harden with the attention, then continue lower over the curves of my hips until he reaches my pussy. I can feel how damp I am already, I’m trying to hide it, but I see his nostrils flair smelling my arousal.

         “Turn around,” he commands. I instantly start to turn around. My body instinctively listened hoping to get rewarded with his touch. Once I am completely turned around, I can feel the goosebumps start at my back and reach my ass. It’s like my body fucking knows where he’s looking. He growls so low and deep. My body reacts and I close my eyes and bite my lip to keep the moan from escaping.

         Finally, I feel his fingertips on the back of my neck sending a warm rush of tingles all over my damn body. He trails them down my spine until he brings them around my waist and pulls me to him, so our bodies are touching. Connected. Holy fuck, his body feels so good against mine and we haven’t even fucked yet. His fingers continue up my belly and I feel his hand palm my breast, gently squeezing before his fingertips circle my nipple.

         “Laynie babe, we need to set some rules before we do this.” He gruffly says against my neck. I whimper at the feeling of his lips where a mate mark would go. I feel his teeth graze the hollow of my neck and I practically moaned, “What rules?”

         My body is so overstimulated, that it doesn’t know where to focus. His lips teasingly kissed up and down my neck, his one hand splitting attention between my tits, and his other making its way lower teasing my pussy lips by dragging my wetness up to my clit for a split second before returning to my pussy. It’s everything, but not enough at the same time. I fucking need more. I need him. My eyes flash. Mine.

         “Rule one, if we cross this line this month, it’s just us. No others for each of us.” His fingers continued their movements. One tugging and pulling on my nipples. One barely dipping into my pussy. Fucking multi-tasking tease.

         “Done.” I quickly agreed desperate to move on to more.

         “Rule two, no sharing beds. You return to yours or I return to mine.” He twisted my nipple, adding just enough pain to give me more pleasure. I lean my head back against his chest, look up at him, and grind my ass onto his thick cock and instead of answering I nod.

         “Rule three, we are going to fuck a lot this month, Laynie,” He pushes his dick back against me as I moan, loving the friction. He moves his one hand around my waist to give him a better position to delve his finger a little bit further into me. I can feel my pussy walls clench around his finger. He groans, he can feel how tight I am.

         “That’s the best rule I’ve ever heard, Colt.” I nuzzle into his neck inhaling his scent. He growls, pulls his finger out, and drags it to my clit. He circles it enough to get me panting for just about three seconds before leaving it again to push right back into me. I push my hips up, desperately wanting him deeper.

         He chuckles and flips me to lay on the bed. He pulls down my panties and his eyes lock with my glistening lips before his eyes lock with mine. I feel him use his thumbs to open me and I feel his flattened tongue lick from the bottom of my pussy all the way to my clit before he swirls around it and flicks.

         “Oh my fucking Goddess,” I scream out. He pulled away either to answer me or continue talking, but I quickly shove his face back down, not wanting him to stop. He backs off slightly to push two of his fingers back inside me, curling his fingers at the right time to hit my G-Spot, back out, and continue.

         “Rule four, no falling in love,” he says while smirking, pushing my legs open. He returns to finger fucking me and sucking my clit back into his mouth. My core throbbed with need, enjoying every stroke of his tongue and flick of his fingers. I could feel my orgasm building. I thought I would’ve cum by now not having been touched in so long, but I was caught in the middle of wanting to reach my climax and prolonging the pleasure he was giving me.

         My eyes rolled back, and I cried out, “That’s not possible, Colt,” as I feel his tongue join his fingers in my sex. I was right on the edge of my orgasm when I realized my mistake of not properly verbalizing what I meant as I feel him pull back.

         “What?!” he says sharply. Confused at my sort of confession but took it way out of context due to my lack of explanation.

         “Chill out, Colt. I love how you’re tongue and finger fucking me. Now, continue and make me cum so I can return the favor.” I grip my fingers in his hair and lift my hips back to his mouth. He licks his lips, lowers his head, and dives back in. I can feel my legs start to quake as my pleasure starts to build back up. His nose brushes up against my clit while his tongue fucks me faster and faster. I groan out in pleasure, and he returns to my clit and adds his fingers back in to hit my G-spot once, pulls them out, hits it twice, pulls them out, and as he hits it the third time, my orgasm rushes through me so fucking hard I can’t breathe. My back arches off the bed, and my eyes slammed shut as my body shakes and tingles all over. Colt doesn’t let up until he knows I’m done riding my high. He backs off, looking down admiring his work before he licks from bottom to top once more making sure he licks up all my juices. My body shivers but is on fire from the stimulation.

         “Holy fuck.” I finally return to Earth, smiling, excited about what I’m about to do. He is proud of his work as he returns my smile. I get up on my knees as I glide my hands over his shoulders around his neck. I blow softly on his ear and bite gently on his lobe. Trailing kisses down from there to the hollow of his neck, I have my teeth graze his neck and I feel him shiver underneath my touch. I guide him to lay down on his bed while flicking my fingers underneath the band of his sweatpants to pull them and his tight black boxers down.

         “My turn,” I smile, my eyes filled with desire. His throbbing cock is huge, begging for my touch and I can’t fucking wait. I run my hands up Colt’s thighs and lean down and kiss around his dick. Avoiding the area where he wants me to be most. I relent and run my hand over his balls.

         “Oh fuck,” he groans, “Your hands feel so fucking soft.” I run my tongue along the smooth tip of his dick, then wrap my mouth around it and suck him in. His hands quickly find themselves in my hair guiding my head up and down on his cock. He began to thrust into my mouth while I simultaneously pump my hand up and down.

         “Fuck, that’s it, Layne,” throwing his head back from the pleasure. I sucked on him harder and started bobbing and pumping faster and faster. I want to make him cum. I moaned against his dick, took a breath through my nose, and deep-throated his cock, gagging slightly when he hit the back of it.

         “I’m going to cum, Laynie,” he growls. I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks. I grip the base of his dick a little tighter before the pump motion up and use my left hand to grab his balls again. His legs trembled and before I know it, his orgasm rushed through him, shooting his load down my throat. Once I knew I swallowed everything, I slowly lick as I release my mouth off him.

         I can hear him panting, our hearts racing from desire and satisfaction. The sexiest grin is plastered on his face as he looks up at me and says, “Best decision I ever made hiring you.”