Crazy for the Werewolf (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance, Alpha Wolf) (2 page)

When we reached the villa the driver parked directly out front and helped us carry our luggage inside. Hannah and Kim ran ahead of everyone, wanting to have first pick of the rooms for the weekend. Tara tipped the driver, asking him to wait for us to shower and get changed into our “going out clothes.” Ashley and I were looking forward to getting to the club, so after showering we just changed in the living room, helping each other pick out our outfits and fixing each other’s makeup. Ashley wore a slinky halter top that highlighted her busty chest. I chose a dress that was bit more subtle at the top, but so incredibly short you could practically see my butt hanging out. This was, I admit, somewhat intentional, my big, sexy ass was probably the best feature on my body, and tonight I felt like driving the men wild. This
was
Tara’s bachelorette weekend after all.

After changing, I yelled upstairs to the other girls that we were leaving in five minutes. Ashley and I were looking for shot glasses in the kitchen when Hannah and Kim came downstairs. Both were looking incredibly hot tonight, their curves hugged by the tight fabric of their dresses. I knew we were going to get some looks as soon as we got into the club. Then came Tara, looking absolutely stunning in a gorgeous, low-cut Dior dress. Someone gave a cat-call and we all laughed. The fact was that if Tara was looking to get laid before tying the knot with her fiancé, she’d probably have a long line of guys to choose from.

I found some shot glasses in the kitchen and stashed them in my purse. We were already super late, so we might as well take shots in the limo on our way to the club. After all, we were about twenty minutes minimum outside of downtown Miami. The other girls grabbed their purses and headed out to the limousine, the driver still waiting for us. He did a double-take as he saw us come through the door of the villa.

“Looking very nice ladies,” he said, with just a tinge of a foreign accent.

“Thanks, honey,” said Tara sexily, running her hand down his arm and giggling as she walked by.

He held the door open for us as we got in. Hannah told him the name and address of the club, which fortunately he was familiar with. Then he put up the partition and we started pouring out shots of the fine tequila. With a shot in each girl’s hand, I proposed a toast to the weekend:

“Here’s to going
crazy
for Tara’s bachelorette party. You only get married once… hopefully” I said as everyone laughed. “So let’s get
fucking crazy
this weekend!”

All the girls downed their shots, some of them making a face at the bite of the liquor, but in reality this was incredibly smooth tequila. After a second round of shots we were all feeling pretty buzzed as the driver told us we were about a block away from Prive, the club Hannah had chosen for the night.

There was a line halfway down the block to get into the club despite the fact that it was past midnight. We got out of the car and stood at the end of the line, wondering how long it was going to take us to get inside. Tara shifted back and forth in her heels, clearly very antsy about getting into the club. Then she took off her heels and ran barefoot up to the front of the line.

From our position I could see her approaching the bouncer, touching him gently on the shoulder as he looked down at his clipboard. He shook his head without so much as a smile. Then I saw Tara lean into him, pressing her large breasts against his arm. He bent down his head and Tara whispered something into his ear. The bouncer laughed and then nodded. Tara looked back at us and waved for us to come to the front of the line.

The bouncer nodded at each of us in turn, stamping our hands as he held back the velvet rope letting us into the club. I felt a bit embarrassed walking in front of all these people who had been waiting for so long, and I could practically feel them staring daggers at our group as we skipped to the front of the line and through the doors of the club.

Once inside, I asked Tara what she had said to the bouncer to get him to let us in.

“Oh, I didn’t say anything really. I told him he could grab a feel of my ass if he let us skip to the front of the line,” she laughed.

“You’re absolutely crazy,” I said laughing with her.

“I know, right? Girls gotta go what a girl’s gotta do.”

I really had to hand it to her. She knew what she wanted and went after it. I guess sometimes having both curves and confidence really pays off.

We followed her up to the bar and ordered another round of tequila shots. I offered one last toast before we all headed off to the dance floor.

“Let’s get crazy tonight!” I said. Simple, short and sweet.

We walked out to the crowded dance floor, with heavy bass thumping through the speakers in the darkened club. The music was pretty good, some hot new hip-hop song with a catchy chorus. We gathered around in a circle and started dancing with each other. Tara and Kim were putting on a show for some of the men in the club, dancing closely, moving their hands all over each other’s voluptuous bodies. They looked sexy, dancing to the rhythm of the music in the hot club.

I was dancing with Ashley when I felt someone brush up behind me. He started dancing with me, being slightly hesitant at first, not wanting to push his luck. I could feel him behind me, pushing up against my ass every few seconds. I was enjoying it, the anonymity of our bodies in motion. I decided to give him a little treat, pushing my ass back into him, bending over slightly and arching my back as I wiggled it back and forth. He put his right hand on my hip and started pulling me into him, grinding on me as our bodies moved to the music.

He moved his hands over my body, running them along my stomach and hips as he grinded against my ass. I could tell he wanted to touch my tits, but that he was worried about offending me. It was then that I decided to turn around and find out just who I was dancing with.

I looked up to find a tall, tan, handsome man about six foot three inches. He was wearing a designer blazer with a t-shirt underneath, a sort of classy casual look that really worked well on his fit body. He smiled at me as I looked up into his icy blue eyes. I motioned for him to put his head down.

“I’m Natasha,” I said, almost having to yell into his ear over the noise of the club.

“I’m Jack,” he yelled back, “Jack Ericson.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said. Then I turned myself around and started dancing again. I’d had enough talk for now. And after seeing who I was dancing with, I was ready to get back to feeling his body up against me.

While we danced, I could feel his cock getting harder in his pants as I worked it with my curvy ass. I liked the way he felt, poking me slightly as we grinded to the music. I could feel myself starting to get wet. Everything about the setting was turning me on: the music, the man, the heat of the club.

I turned myself back around and slung my arms around his neck. Jack ran his big animal-like hands down my back and grabbed my ass, pulling me into him, my large breasts pressed into his upper abs given how tall he was. I felt him move his hand up my side and cop a slight feel of my right breast. I looked away as if I didn’t notice. And really, I didn’t mind. I wanted to let things get crazy tonight. I was out of town with my best friends for a bachelorette bash; this night, this entire weekend was supposed to be one to remember. I was open to whatever the night had in store for me.

Soon I was feeling hot and asked Jack if he would get me a drink. I was headed to the bar when Jack pulled me the other way, leading me to his VIP booth where he had a bottle of vodka and several other drinks waiting. He poured me a glass over ice and I sipped it, enjoying the biting refreshment. It was slightly quieter here so we were able to have something of a normal conversation, getting out all the particulars of our careers and things like that.

As it turned out Jack was a sports agent from LA. He was just down in Miami to work on a deal for one of the athletes he represented, but had taken a few extra days off to enjoy a bit of vacation.

“Where are you staying?” I asked, trying to seem innocent, but he was a really sharp guy and I think he knew what I was ultimately after.

“I have a room at Hilton Bentley. It’s about ten minutes away from here.”

“Cool, my friends and I rented a villa for a bachelorette party.”

Just then I saw Jack’s heart sink as a look of disappointment flashed across his face for the briefest instant, but he recovered quickly.

“Oh, you’re engaged?”

I hesitated, sort of confused by the question. Then I burst out laughing.

“Me? No, my friend. It’s my
friend’s
bachelorette party,” I laughed, glad I could clarify that bit of confusion.

“Good. For a second there…”

“What?”

“Well, I was hoping you weren’t… already taken.”

He was dancing around the subject at hand and I could tell he was looking for a way to approach it without putting me off. I decided to do him a favor and take control. I slid up next to him, leaning into his big arm and running my hand along his thigh.

“So, how far away did you say your hotel was?”

Before I knew it we were walking out the back door of the club and down the alley out to the boulevard. Jack pulled out keys and I heard the blip of the doors unlocking electronically. Five cars away I could see the lights flash. As we walked up I could just discern the make of the car: a black, two-door Mercedes hard-top. Jack opened the door for me and I got in, the leather sticky on my skin after the heat of the club. He walked around to the other side and opened his door, sliding in and starting the car with one fluid motion.

The car revved loudly; I could tell the engine was big. Jack peeled out onto the road, screeching the tires as the engine roared. He took a ramp onto the highway and the car sped up to over 100 MPH. I didn’t dare say a word, not wanting to ruin the poetry of this spontaneous moment. I was hoping the night would be wild, and I hadn’t cared about the details, but now that I was with Jack I couldn’t see it having gone any other way. Like I said before, I wanted to be crazy tonight. Having sex with a crazy-hot stranger was exactly the type of fun I was looking for. But maybe I didn’t know exactly what I was getting myself into.

As we drove along, a naughty idea came into my head, something I hadn’t done since high school. I leaned over into Jack, putting my hand on his thigh. I slowly eased it up to his crotch and began rubbing him softly. I could feel a bulge starting to grow, the same bulge I’d felt rubbing against my ass not more than an hour ago inside the club. I played with him, rubbing his crotch before starting to undo his belt.

I unzipped his pants, working my hand into his boxers and feeling him skin on skin. His dick was enormous and I grew wet feeling it grow hard under the soft massaging motion of my hand. I eased his pants off slightly, allowing enough room to pull out his cock so I could really stroke it. Jack groaned, but otherwise said nothing, probably afraid that if he spoke he wouldn’t get the pleasure that he hoped was coming. He moved his seat back slightly to make room, knowing exactly what I had in mind.

Slowly, I moved my head down toward his crotch, holding his huge cock in my hand. I gave a teasing lick of the tip and swirled my tongue around it, causing Jack to shudder (I could actually hear the engine rev as he stepped down harder on the gas pedal). I ran my hot, wet tongue down his shaft, licking lightly at his balls before one long lick all the way back up to the tip. I put his rock hard dick in my mouth, sealing my lips around the head of his cock as I bobbed my head up and down. I felt his cock growing larger and harder, throbbing in the pleasure of my mouth. Jack took his hand and pushed me down onto his dick, pummeling the back of my throat with his cock. I took it in and gagged, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum. I deep-throated him, turned on by his heavy breathing and intermittent groans of pleasure.

I looked up at him and was about to move my head up to his for a kiss, but when I tried, he held me back.

“We’re at a stoplight. Keep sucking.”

This turned me on completely, knowing that just a few feet away there were strangers totally unaware that I was giving head in the front seat of the black Mercedes. To them, Jack just looked like a
very
happy driver. I took his cock out of my mouth and jerked him off as I licked at his balls, sucking on each one in turn. I teasingly nibbled at his sack as I worked the shaft with my hand. I could feel Jack practically writhing with pleasure. A few seconds later I shoved his fat cock back down my throat. Then I felt the car stopping.

“We’re here. Let’s get up to the room.”

I pulled his dick out of my mouth and adjusted my tits which were nearly falling out of my dress at this point. Jack zipped his pants and buckled his belt, but I let out a slight giggle as I thought about how he’d definitely have to struggle to hide his massive erection as we made our way through the lobby. We got out of the car and walked into the hotel. Fortunately, he had already checked in, so we quickly made our way through the lobby and were lucky enough to get an elevator to ourselves.