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“We were made for each other, we fit like puzzle pieces…” she whispers, her eyes looking at my cock with such hunger that I spasm and leak a bead of cum right then and there.
She leans forward and with one quick movement, licks it off. I gasp, eyes wide and mouth open. Her tongue on my tender flesh is possibly the next best thing in my existence, besides being inside her body.
I was wrong.
Her mouth opens, slowly, and she wraps those perfect lips around the head of my cock and sucks lightly. I swear my soul leaves my body. I’m grabbing the roof for dear life, hips cocked forward as I moan like I never have before. Her mouth keeps going, keeps swallowing me whole, until I hit the back of her throat. Her tongue is so hot it burns, the sharpness of her teeth as she carefully moves me in and out of her mouth is intoxicating.
She sucks me so softly, her tongue massaging and swirling along the underside of my shaft so sweetly. Her mouth is like hot syrup all around me, her tongue working like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I’m close to my climax far faster than I’ve ever been in my life. I look down, lock eyes on hers, and she cups my balls and massages them while she works her other hand along the base of my cock where her mouth can’t reach.
She’s a sorceress, a seductress, a siren. I’m wholly and willingly jumping ship to be with my woman. She’s all I’m ever going to need for the rest of my life. I grip the back of her head, trying to pull her away as I feel the semen rising inside me, but she doggedly sucks me down. Determined to take my load.
If that's what she wants…
Locking eyes with her I let myself go, roaring as my release tears through me. I watch in utter fascination as her eyes bulge in surprise and semen spills from that perfect mouth and drips down to her chest. I pump into her mouth, letting her suck me dry, gasping and breathless as I’m almost turned inside with pleasure.
When I’m nearly done, I cup her chin lovingly and stroke the semen away before I pull my deflated and sated cock away from her mouth. Her lips are red, stretched to their max, but when she smiles at me I know she loved it, maybe more than I did. I fall to my knees in front of her, laying my head on her knees and sighing. I would have waited a lifetime if I’d known it would have been this good.
She runs her nails through my hair, messing up my usually organized appearance. Since she walked into my life, my own perfection hasn’t mattered. She could dress me in rags and tattoo every inch of my body if it means she’s the home I come back to every night. Slowly, with exhausted and languishing arms, she pulls me into the bed and turns away from me so I can wrap my body protectively around hers.
“You’re mine…” I whisper into her ear.
She shifts so my cock is between her legs, nestled where it belongs. “You’re mine…” she echoes.
I’m the luckiest man alive.
Chapter7
Cricket
Long after Jax falls asleep I lay awake in his arms. I’m counting the cracks in the ceiling, staring at the calendar on the wall with the half-naked woman, and trying to memorize every single detail of this little trailer he brought me to. It’s empty, save the calendar and the bed, not a single notion of who Jax might be in here. I have to wonder why he’s staying here at all.
None of it matters. I still want to memorize every single detail about every moment I get to spend in his arms. If I do die, and if there's an afterlife, I want to savor these moments. Jax’s strong arm is pillowing my head, and I snuggle into the hollow of his elbow and breathe deeply. He’s so strong, so utterly masculine, and yet his skin smells clean no matter where we’ve been or what he’s been doing. His natural musk is intoxicating to me, all sweat and salt and soap.
He shifts his position behind me, his other arm pulling me to his chest tighter and cupping my breast. If there’s a heaven, I hope it’s like this. I’ve never felt so safe and warm, I want this moment to go on forever.
It’s hot in this little trailer, and as the sun rises outside it gets even hotter. My body is starting to sweat, more so where his body is touching mine, but I can't make myself move away. Heat has always made me sleepy, and with the events of the day my body doesn’t seem to want to be awake much longer. I fight it, trying to stay present, but the rhythmic swell of Jax’s chest as he breathes lulls me to sleep.
* * *
I’m a child again, small and defenseless, playing on the tent floor of the neighbor lady’s camp while my mother moans in the next tent over. Deedee is nice to me, she makes sure I’m warm and steals me cookies from the local bakery. She doesn’t like my momma, no one does but the men, but she likes me. I’m playing with a doll made of a sock and stuffed with plastic grocery bags. DeeDee drew a face on it with a permanent marker.
“You poor thing…” DeeDee says as she ducks back into the tent and shakes her head. “Does she at least get you food after she does this?”
I shake my head. After Momma sees a man, she goes away and she doesn’t come back for a long time. When she does, she’s tired and sicker than when she left. My stomach grumbles, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m used to it.
DeeDee hears my stomach and cusses under her breath, rifling through her stuff for anything she might have to eat. With her back to me I stare at her; she’s a very big lady, her hair gray and curly like a storm cloud, her clothes look like old robes piled on one another and shoes held together with duct tape. She has a kind smile, with few teeth, and a big, crooked nose that twitches when she talks.
“Ah ha!” she says, turning awkwardly in the small space. “Have you ever had spicy food? Fraid it’s all I got.”
She hands me a tinfoil package, and as I unwrap it I see what’s left of a burrito. The smell of the cold ground beef makes my mouth water and I bite into it without thinking. DeeDee is smiling at me, happy that I’m eating, and even though the food tastes rancid I keep going. There’s no telling when I’ll have meat again, or even anything edible.
The heat hits me, my tongue starts to tingle and burn, but I’m too starving to care. I eat it so fast I bite my fingers a few times, and when it’s gone I have tears brimming in my eyes from the unbearable spice. I’m sweating, panting, reaching for DeeDee in a panic, and that’s when my body starts to shake.
I fall down, and all I can see is the roof of the tent. There’s a hole at the top, a fly is crawling through, and then I’m shaking so hard I can't see anything clearly. My feet are flailing, arms reaching for anything to grip, teeth biting down hard on my tongue. All I remember is fear, DeeDee screaming for help, and feeling completely out of control of my own body.
Something inside me changes. My bones feel like they’re breaking, and I roll over on my stomach and thrash some more. I watch my nose get longer, fur sprouting, and then my screams are no longer screams but a howl. The trembling slows, my arms and legs burning and hot, and when I look at DeeDee I see her differently. I can smell her skin, her meat, and my mouth salivates. I step towards her and look down in shock at what was once my hand. There’s a paw there now, gray and white, and DeeDee is calling me a ‘werewolf.’
I start to whimper, terrified, and try to go to her for comfort. DeeDee screams in panic, picks something out of her boot and brings it down on my shoulder with a savage cry. Pain like nothing I’ve ever known rips through my shoulder, and I snap, biting her hand as she tries to run away. She falls back, tearing her tent, and runs down the alley screaming.
