Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (69 page)

Zack squeezed his hand between our bodies and wrapped it around my cock. When he did, I slipped the tip of my middle finger inside him and when that brought a gasp from his lips, I wriggled it inside him to the first knuckle. “Fuck, that’s good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he moaned out into the still, quiet air of the night. Following the lead of his hips and the turns he was making on my cock, I drove my finger in all the way and slowly rotated it inside him. Every time he’d jump or groan, I lingered on the spot that did it to him. His breaths started to come deeper and harder as I worked him, and another pearl drop came up from his tip.

“Oh Christ, Zack, this is too much,” I said as he pumped his hand in time with his hips, bringing me to the edge of orgasm. “Let me up, I want to taste you. I want to taste that big, hot, hard dick of yours.”

He smiled that toothy, gorgeous smile that got us here in the first place as I got out from underneath his muscular frame and pushed him over on to his back. I lowered myself down his body as he had mine, kissing the line that separated the muscles of his chest, and following it down to the base of his dick. Zack’s sweat and the musk of his cock started to drive me into a kind of feral craze as I went down on him, and by the time I reached his knob, I couldn’t control myself. I ran my tongue around and up his shaft to the tip. Licking away the salty jewel on top, I sucked him into my mouth and pushed my head down as far as I could while I pumped him from the hit to my lips with both hands.

Zack moaned a long, rumbling, low sound when I started on him that got louder and higher the more urgently I sucked and tugged. His groaning growl inflamed my passion. It seemed like the louder he got, the harder I had to go on him. I’d never given anyone a blowjob before then, but I had seen enough movies to know what to do. He strained under me, arching his back and craning his neck as he grit his teeth to try and stave off the cum that was just on the horizon. I tasted another treat come up from inside him, and I started turning my hands as I stroked up and down his thick, veiny cock. He was so loud by now that I thought someone would hear his guttural pleasure and come find us. I didn’t care. If it happened, I decided, it happened.

My mouth quickly started to get sore from the sucking and from how much I had to stretch to cram him inside. I jerked him from the bottom of his prick all the way to the sensitive spot under the head. I kept my mouth on the tip of his cock, sucking when I could manage, but mostly running my tongue up and down his seam. “Jesus, oh fuck, you gotta stop, I can’t take it anymore,” he managed to squeeze out between ragged, pleasured breaths. “Get inside me, I want you in me when I cum, hurry! Don’t worry about getting your dick wet, just put it in, I’m so ready, I want you now, now!”

The feeling of his ass stretching over my dickhead and down my shaft was almost too much. That first quarter-stroke in about made me explode, but I managed to keep myself under control for a few moments longer. I pushed half way in the second time before I pulled back, out of his gripping, tight asshole. On the third thrust, he tilted his hips up toward me and I slid all the way inside of him. When my sack slapped against his warm, smooth skin, it took all of my willpower to ward off an eruption. My breath came in quick, hard bursts as I pushed in and out of Zack. Watching him writhe around underneath me, biting his lip to keep from cumming, and seeing how his huge dick flopped up and down, slapping against his flesh brought me to the brink yet again. I felt surges of heat rise in my balls and boil up through my whole body. I tugged downward on my contracting scrotum and stopped moving inside my lover. I knew I wanted to experience the whole thing. I didn’t want to stop just having fucked him; I didn’t want this to end until I’d felt Zack fill me up with a huge, white-hot load.

In a slow, careful motion, I withdrew from my lover. “Your turn,” I said, “I want you now. I want you from behind. I want to feel you stretch me and pound me.”

There was no time for a grin.

I got to all fours and Zack moved around behind me. He massaged a palm-full of saliva into the skin of his prick and knuckled down behind me, leading the head into my asshole. As he pushed in, my virgin ring opened to accept his girth, sending alternating surges of exquisite pain and orgasmic pleasure through my entire being. He took careful, slow steps – a small thrust in, then pulling back – to warm me up. He leaned down close to my ear and whispered, “Relax, I’m right here. Everything is fine.”

He was already half the way into me, but he straightened up and took my prick in his hand, stroking it in time with a few more small movements before he wrestled into my hole all the way. Once he was in, he didn’t pull back out. Instead, Zack kept his hand to my cock, tugging on me and rotating his hips to move the head of his cock around inside. “Oh my God, you’re so tight... I’m gonna cum, I can’t hold it off this time,” Zack said in a strained, urgent voice. As he ejaculated, his feral groaning heightened again, but this time, it turned into a wild, erotic howl. Close to the one I’d heard in the mine.

His hot, sticky load filled me up and brimmed off, running down my leg in a gush. He gripped me to him spurting four, five times and howling all the while. As he finished, he pulled out and thrust back into me one more time and squeezed my cock hard. The boiling rose up inside me again, this time with nowhere to go but out. My hole gripped him and squeezed his prick, still sensitive from the huge orgasm he’d just expended in me. Zack took ahold of me with his hand and urged me to my feet. When I stood, he slipped his lips over my dickhead and released his grip.

I leaned my head to the sky and lost the world inside Zack’s mouth. I came so hard and for so long that I thought I would lose consciousness. The pulsing that started at the base of my groin radiated up through my belly and the back of my neck. I shot jet after jet of jism into my lover’s mouth until there was no more room. He tried to swallow it down, but he couldn’t keep up, and two trickles ran down his stubble-covered chin and dripped onto the ground at my feet. By the time I regained my senses he had sucked me completely dry and pulled me down on top of him in the grass.

“Mmm...” I moaned, still feeling slightly faint after all of that. “So, it was you, then?”

“Me? What do you mean?” Zack answered, trying his best to play coy.

“The wolf – when you were fucking me back there about a minute ago, you howled the same way you did in the mine.” I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips.

“Okay, okay, you got me,” he began. “It runs in my family. Has for as long as anyone can remember, but no one ever talks about it. I knew I could save you from that collapse though, and I figured no one would see except you. I trust you. You
will
keep quiet about it though, right?”

“Of course I will,” I answered. “As long as you promise this isn’t the last we’ll see of each other, anyway. Otherwise I might have to out you.”

“Alright,” Zack said. “Deal.”

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J
ack had been my mechanic for as long as I remember. I got my first car when I turned sixteen, and he started work in his dad’s shop that same year. As luck would have it, I ended up there when I got a flat one day, and we ended up hitting it off. He was a really nice guy – big and muscular, yeah, but not the intimidating kind, just seemed to like lifting weights. He was quiet, too. Had a calm, serene sort of demeanor, the sort of person that you know is wiser than his years, and wise enough to keep quiet and listen. About five years after we first met, I realized what he really was, and our relationship has never been the same.

I was home from college during my senior year. It was Christmas break, about the middle of December. The little town I’m from is out in the woods in western part of Oregon, so it was nice and cold, especially in the mornings and after nightfall. The day before I started home for vacation, my girlfriend of three years dumped me for one of my roommates, so on the way back I was really hauling ass. Whipping around turns, blasting some angry music as loud as I could handle it and generally not paying attention to anything at all – that is, until I met the tree. I wasn’t hurt or anything, I just crushed the hood of my truck in, made a real mess. A few days, maybe a week after the wreck, I realized that I needed to get my hood fixed if I was going to leave after the break, so I got a tow to Jack’s garage. It was his by then, his dad had retired and had embarked on a journey to see the sights in his giant RV.

“Oh hi, Brian,” Jack said when the old bells on the door handle clanged me in, “long time no see. I heard you had some kind of a wreck a few days back. Need me to take a look?”

Before I had time to reply, I realized that he was even bigger than he’d been a couple of years before when I came into town. His arms were heavy, his chest thick and his legs looked like the trunks of trees in his tight jeans.

“Uh... Brian? You alright?” he said as I stared at him dumbly. What on earth was wrong with me?

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” I began, “doctor said I had a concussion, I probably just zoned out for a second.” That made sense, I mean, concussions do that, right? Well, anyway, I had to make something up rather than actually admitting my being dumbfounded was because of his physique and not my wreck.

Jack laughed a little and said, “Yeah, that happens. I got into a... uh... thing one time. I couldn’t pay attention to anything for a week without getting tunnel vision and I got terrible headaches. Anyway, let’s see the damage.”

When he saw the tree-shaped indentation in the front of my car, he let out a low drawl of a whistle between his straight, white teeth. For the second time in about five minutes, I realized I was just staring at him. I really had to knock that off.

“Well, why don’t you give me a couple of days? I’ll go down to the junkyard tomorrow and see if I can scrounge up a cheap hood. Otherwise I’ll have to order one. If you want me to try and fix this mess, it’ll end up costing you more in labor.” Jack said, still staring at the wreck.

“Oh, okay, yeah that’ll be fine,” I said, kind of amazed it was only going to take a couple of days. I mused that Jack was a hell of a mechanic and had one hell of a body. To myself, of course, I was at least aware enough not to let that slip out.

***

N
ext day about half-past-five, I hitched a ride from a buddy out to the garage. By the time I got all the way to Jack’s place, the sun was starting to go down, and I was afraid he would be closed. I should have known better though – he never really quit working. As soon as we rounded the hill near his shop, I saw the orange glow of a torch out back.

“Thanks for the lift!” I called back to Paul as he sped off. Jack appeared seconds later. How he managed to get from the garage to shop in front should have warned me that something was up, but it didn’t. I think I’ve mentioned this before, but what can I say? Jack’s got quite a body.

“Hey Brian,” he said in his soft way. “Got some good news for you. I was able to grab a hood from the yard. This whole thing will probably only cost you a couple hundred in labor and then one fifty for the hood. It’ll be extra if you want it painted of course.”

“Oh yeah, that’s incredible, thanks man.” I managed to stammer out. He must be on some kind of drugs. At the time, I couldn’t figure out how anyone could gain that much pure muscle in such a short time. Either way, he was a sight to see. And I was staring at him again.

“Concussion still bothering you?” Jack laughed. “Don’t worry about it man, I spend a lot of time in the gym. People stare, I’ve gotten used to it.”

“Oh... what? No, I mean, yeah well, I guess you caught me. Your arms are huge, I just can’t stop staring.” The honesty felt good. So did what Jack had to say.

“Hah!” Jack laughed to cover his blushing. “I...er... that’s nice of you to say, Brian. I kinda have been staring at you, too. Just not quite as openly, you know.”

Jack and I stared sheepishly at each other for a few moments before he finally broke the silence.

“Oh hey! Want a beer? Come on upstairs, I just bought some,” Jack said, heading up.

As he went, I just watched him. Sloped shoulders, thick neck, and hard arms – I was just in awe of the guy, and here he was, telling me to come up and have a beer. Like I said, I had just broken up with my long-term girlfriend. This was a whole new thing to me, but I wasn’t turning to leave. Although I had known Jack for a while, something about him got me excited. I wanted to find out what it was that I couldn’t resist. I went up after him, but when I got to the top of the stairs, he was gone. The big bay window in his loft was standing wide open though. When I went to look out, there was a huge, gray wolf staring back up at me. It growled, barked twice and darted off into the woods nearby.

To this day, I can’t tell you why, but I followed it. There was something beautiful about the wolf, his shaggy gray coat and his dark, baleful eyes. I couldn’t stop myself. I just had to do it. Outside, I found some tracks and ran alongside them into a small clutch of trees and then into a clearing. There, in a circle of grass among all the trees, I saw the last thing I ever expected. Jack, completely naked, was curled into a ball, staring straight at me.

“Well,” he said, his voice low, “since you followed me, I guess that means I didn’t scare you.”

I just stared at him. This time, I think it was justified.

“I take it you’ve never seen a Were before?” He laughed as his teeth sparkled in the moonlight. “We’re all over the place. Especially around here, we love the woods.”

I sat down beside him and took a strand of his hair between my fingers; almost as though I needed to make sure he was real. As I played with his hair, he reached up with one of his big, strong hands and ran the back of a finger down the side of my face.

“Brian,” he began, “I’m really glad you came out here. I have wanted to see you like this since the first time you walked through my door five years ago.”

As he talked, I melted. I don’t know if it was the breakup I just had, or that I’d wanted him that long too, but I was putty in Jack’s perfect, smooth hands. He must’ve realized it, because as soon as he saw the way I was looking at him, deep into his eyes like I was, he put his hand behind my head and pulled me close to him, pressing his soft, full lips onto mine. I trembled ever so slightly. I’d never kissed a man before, but it was more than that. I never kissed anyone that made me feel like this – man, woman or werewolf. Somehow it all seemed right. I wasn’t scared; I didn’t think it was strange, I just accepted it.