Chapter 5 - Chris

I mindlink the girls, letting them know that the booth is occupied and not to come in for a while.  JoJo seems completely occupied by both her males and just hums in response to me.  Fati and Summer are dancing on the stage next to DJ Tag who seems pretty enamored by both of them.  Poor guy is going to have to pick one because those girls don’t share with other she-wolves.  He’ll find out soon enough.

Esteban’s hands are all over me, though not in a sexual way.  No, it’s more reverent, like he can’t believe that he’s touching me.  His arm is around my waist, keeping me close.  His other hand trails down my arm in featherlight touches, plays with the hair that has fallen around my face, or toys with my fingers when we have to walk with him behind me.  These little touches have my heart melting a bit, even as we’re on our way to fuck in a private booth.

I honestly don’t know what it is about this male, but I can’t seem to think straight with him around.

When we get to the booth, Kimmy is setting up another bottle of chilled champagne and cleaning up the table a bit.

“Future - “ she begins to call me by my title, but I interrupt her.  I don’t want anything to scare this male away and my title will do that sometimes.

“Kimmy, make sure that no one interrupts us, ok?  I’m gonna close us off for a while.  We’ll let you know if we need anything,” I say quickly.

Kimmy looks at the male beside me, but he is nuzzling into my neck, his eyes only for me.  His hands have started to wander over my body now that we’re so close to our goal.  One hand is playing over my stomach, the other squeezing my ass.

“Of course,” she says, sending me a wink and a nod of approval.  I have to bite back a growl.  I don’t know why, but the appraising look that she gave Esteban has my wolf’s hackles raised.  

Esteban, though, chooses that moment to pull me into a kiss and we walk into the booth, Kimmy closing the heavy, noise dampening curtains behind us.

Our booth is in a corner, giving us privacy while still giving us a view of the dancefloor through a window.  Esteban pushes me up against a wall, still kissing me fiercely as he raises one leg up and wraps it around his hip.  His fingers immediately move to my thong.

“Are you overly fond of these panties, beautiful?” he growls against my lips.

I’m too turned on to say anything, so I shake my head. 

“Good,” he grunts before wrapping his fist around my panties and ripping them from my body.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I moan as his lips trail down the column of my neck and then give a low wordless moan as two of his fingers dive into my pussy.

“You're so tight and so fucking wet for me.”  His fingers begin to move inside of me and it’s all that I can do not to scream.  My hips move of their own volition and he hums his approval of the way my body is reacting to him.  “That’s right, beautiful.  Let me make you feel good.”

His other hand moves my top out of the way, pulling it down to free one of my tits.  I definitely got my curves from Mom’s side of the family.  From the way the Esteban is sucking on my one tit and squeezing the other with his other hand, I would say that he is very appreciative of them.

As his fingers work inside of me to loosen me up, his thumb presses on and circles around my clit.  I can’t stop the whimpers and moans that flow out of my mouth from the way that he is playing with my body.

“Esteban!  I’m gonna cum!” I moan, my hands weaving through his hair.

And suddenly he's gone, his body no longer pressed against mine.  I give a whine of protest just to find him kneeling in front of me and lifting my leg up onto his shoulder.  He lifts my skirt up and tucks it into my waistband so that we have a clear view of each other from where he is between my legs.

Looking up at me, he says huskily, “Lean against the wall, beautiful.”

The second that I obey, he lifts my other leg onto his shoulder and props me up by holding my ass.  His mouth begins to play with my pussy, first leaving open mouthed kisses all over my flared lips before his tongue begins to lap at me.  At first, it’s just teasing little flicks, but it quickly becomes alternating long, flat-tongued lapping with sucking on my clit.

My hands move to the back of his head, attempting to pull him closer, but I can’t.  He has all of the control in this situation and I am very much just here for the incredibly pleasurable ride.

“Esteban!  Fuck!  That feels so fucking amazing!” I cry out, unable to contain my moans.  

And then his tongue moves inside of me and does this corkscrew thing and I lose it, cumming all over his face.

I’m still coming down from the high of my orgasm as he stands with me still on his shoulders and lays me on the table.  His mouth latches onto my clit and two of his fingers enter me.  I’m still so sensitive from just cumming that I almost immediately cum again.

“Esteban!  Goddess!  It’s too much!  You have to stop!” I scream out as the pleasure overwhelms me and I can’t take it anymore.

He pulls back from me, a proud and lust filled smile on his face.

I’m too out of breath to respond to him and pant as I watch him stand.  My juices glisten on his mouth and he looks extremely proud of himself right now.  As I watch, he begins to take his clothes off.  First is his shirt, displaying hard sculpted pecs and abs, followed very quickly by his pants and boxers.  His dick is so hard that it’s twitching as he looks at me and I see the precum beading at the top.

He leans over me as I lay on the table, kissing down my neck and into the valley between my breasts.  “I want to see you, Chris.  I want to see all of you,” he pleads.

“Yes…” I breathe out and move to get up.  He helps me stand and pulls down my skirt as I pull off the top.

“Keep the heels on,” he says and I smile at him, liking the thought of my heels digging into him as my legs are wrapped around his waist.  

Esteban pulls the table out of the way and has me lay down on the couch.  Immediately, he’s between my legs, one up on his shoulder, the other held down on the couch, leaving me spread wide for him.  He lines himself up with my entrance and looks up to me.  “Are you sure, Chris?  We can always stop if you want.”

I buck my hips, causing him to slip inside of me as I grab his arms and pull him down to kiss me.  When we come up for air, I say, “Don’t stop until the couch beneath us is soaked with our cum.”

“Fuck!” he swears and pushes himself inside of me.  He’s thicker than most males that I’ve been with and it makes me feel so fucking full.  I scream his name as he continues to push inside of me, slowly, almost torturously slow.  And the second that he meets the end of me, he pulls back out and pushes back in hard.

His whole body undulates in a wave that ratchets up my arousal, which we’re both nearly drowning in already.  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he moans as he watches me play with my nipples, my eyes nearly rolled back in my head at the pleasure.

The hand that he has keeping my legs spread wide creeps up my thigh until his thumb finds my clit and he starts to circle it with just the right amount of pressure.  My hips rise to meet his as much as the position allows and my hands shoot out to rake my nails down his arms.

We’re both grunting and moaning so loudly that I can’t even hear the thump of the bass from the music of the club outside the curtains.

Suddenly, Esteban moves both of my legs towards my body, lifting my hips from the couch and giving him the perfect angle to piston in and out of my pussy.  “Do you want it fast or slow, beautiful?”

“I want you to pound me with that thick dick of yours,” I cry out and a feral grin crosses his lips. 

“As the lady commands,” and he fucking lets loose, holding himself up over top of me as his hips slam against mine and his balls bounce off of my asshole.

I’m ready to cum within seconds and he must be able to tell from the fluttering inside of my pussy.  “Fuck, baby!  You gonna cum for me?”

“Goddess, yes!  Don’t stop, Esteban!  Don’t stop!  I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum!” I nearly scream.

“That’s right!  Squeeze my cock.  Milk every last drop from me,” he grunts out, moving fast as my orgasm comes barrelling out of nowhere.

“Esteban!” I scream, my nails digging in so deep into his arms that I have to have drawn blood.

But that bit of pain seems to do it for him because he nearly howls out his orgasm, right behind me.  Esteban puts my hips down, but stays inside of me, propped up on his elbows and looking down at me.  

“You are so gorgeous.  Goddess, I’ll never get enough of looking at you,” he says, pushing a lock of hair off of my forehead.

I’m not as good with words as he is, so I just lift my hand to his face, cupping his cheek tenderly.  He nuzzles into my hand and whatever look I have on my face causes him to lean down and kiss me hard and deep.  

It causes his cock to stir inside of me and very soon I’m pumping my hips against him, wanting more of the pleasure that he just gave me.  

“If you want to take control, baby, all you had to do was tell me,” he chuckles against my neck before wrapping me up in his arms and pulls us both up.  He sits down on the couch with me straddling him, still impaled on his cock.  Esteban smacks my ass.  “Ride me, baby.”

Moving my legs up so that they’re bent on either side of him, I grip his shoulders and ride him like a fucking pogo stick.