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Trapp had nodded his agreement with Grayson’s pronouncement, and Lowell had stood there dumbstruck, doing what they had advised never even occurring to him until that moment.
“A-anything else?”
“Yeah. Don’t be bad at sex. You’d be shocked at what a low bar that is.”
He had rolled his eyes, hand already on the door.
“That’s not real advice!”
“It is, though,” Trapp had cut in. “Most guys don’t care. Put in the effort, build out your skillset. We have reputations, don’t embarrass us.”
“What are you now, like, nineteen?”
“I’m sixteen, you asshole!”
Grayson had shrugged. “I was fucking your babysitter when I was sixteen. You’ve got some catch-up work to do, kiddo.”
“Don’t embarrass us!” Trapp had called to his back, the sound of their laughter following him to the dance.
It was odd how things from the past crept back in at inopportune moments, for he’d thought of Gray’s words and the way Trapp nodded solemnly beside him every time he was with a new partner, every time he went down on a girl for the first time. Moriah had been no exception.
Lick her pussy like it’s a five-course meal. Don’t be bad at sex.He licked her from clit to slit and back up again, slow and steady, not missing an inch. He savored the taste of her, the silken slipperiness of her slick folds, and the way she moaned softly, tugging at his hair as he suckled the little pearl at the apex of her sex. It wasn’t what he was meant to be doing, wasn’t the point of their little bedroom interview. She wanted to know how his cock would feel inside her, and he’d already shown her . . . but he wanted her to come against his tongue, to hear her moaning his name and feel her nails digging into the back of his neck; wanted to pleasure her over and over again, her soft little gasps and moans the sweetest music he’d ever heard.
He’d groaned against her, his tongue working her clit steadily, his cock twitching every time her back arched, which it did every time his lips fastened in a sucking pucker. She had moaned with her whole throat when he slid 2 fingers into her, her toes curling when he curled his fingers to stroke her from the inside. He was used to hauling his gear bag up mountains and across rocky terrain, never letting it fall, holding his camera for hours at a time, catching shot after shot, and he had built up solid endurance in his upper body. She was going to fall apart before his arm got tired, he thought as he sucked on her clit once more, smiling when her fingers tightened in his hair, he was going to make sure of that.
Her G-spot was not difficult to find. She cried out as he rubbed it, letting him know he had the right spot, and when his arm began to piston rhythmically, the pads of his fingers doing the work inside, she was lost. His arm moved in tandem with his tongue, and he felt the moment her orgasm shook through her. Her pussy clenched, tightening around his hand, but Lowell kept going, intent on giving her as much pleasure as he could. She was so lovely, so sweet, and he loved her laugh.
It was loneliness, he reminded himself. He was horribly lonely and that was affecting his judgment, but the knowledge didn’t prevent him from wishing this was more than just a transaction. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to return to work in the same capacity, where he would live if not, and he didn’t know how to meet anyone in Cambric Creek. But he had met her, and she was sweet and lovely, and he wanted to make her come over and over again.
He continued to lick and suck on her clit through her orgasm, only slowing when the hand in his hair tightened, a silent plea to ease up on the pressure, which he quickly obliged. His hand, though, never stopped moving.
“Oh gods . . . What are youdoingto me, oh fuck . . . I-I’m going to come again . . .”
He was going to need to use every last dollar in his wallet as a tip for the cleaning staff, he thought, grabbing the towel that was already smeared with his semen when she released in a spray of fluid. The way she moaned was worth it, though, he thought smugly.Be good at sex. It was a lesson he had taken to heart.
“What-what the fuck are you? I’veneverdone that before. Are you even a werewolf?! Or are you actually a succubus? Or a wizard?!”
He’d shrugged and given her his most winsome smile.
“Just good at sex, I guess? Are you ready for round two?” He stroked himself from root to tip, letting his solid erection slap back against his belly. “Because I sure am.”
The third time he’d fucked her — and there could be no pretending that they were doing anything other than fucking at that point, no matter how many times she said shejust wanted to make sure she was making the right decisionfor their doings at the clinic — she asked to be taken from behind.
“My friend used the clinic a few months ago, and she’s pregnant now. She said her partner told her he could get in deeper that way.”
He could get in deeper if he fucked her as a wolf, he thought to himself. His cock was bigger, a completely different shape, with a tapered tip designed to fit over her cervix and fill her until she could taste him on the back of her tongue, but he had a feeling that was likely outside of the clinic’s parameters.
“I can go deeper if you want.”
She pulled herself up to hands and knees in the middle of the bed, and he knelt behind her, holding her hips and pulling her back onto his cock. She didn’t protest when he pushed down on the center of her back. Lowering herself obligingly to her elbows, with her cheek pressed to the mattress and her ass high in the air, it was a better angle for his balls to slap into her clit as he pumped into her. Lowell ultimately knew he could get the deepest angle if he covered her with his body, rutting into her like the wolf he was, and her moans of pleasure when he did so told him when he hit just the right spot.
. . . And then she’d pulled on her clothes and straightened up the bed as best she was able, wrapping the soiled towels in the sheet, leaving it knotted like a fat, shameful dumpling on the bathroom floor. He’d watched from the bed as she fixed her hair and straightened her sweater, realizing he, too, needed to get up and get dressed unless he was planning on staying the night. He could. The room was paid for until morning, and he did not need to rush out . . . But the thought of staying there without her made his stomach twist, and he’d pulled on his jeans hastily, just as eager to leave as she seemed to be, feeling foolish for fantasizing that this was anything more than a prelude to a transaction.
Grayson’s car was in the driveway when he pulled in, noting with a sinking stomach that Vanessa’s was as well. He could go straight to the pool house, he thought. He could go straight to the pool house and avoid seeing them looking happy and complacent together, a sharp reminder that he had no one to share either of those emotions with, not that either of those emotions were things he was terribly familiar with anymore. His laptop was in the house, though, and if he went to the pool house now, he would have nothing with which to amuse himself. His phone battery wouldn’t last much longer, and his charger was in the bedroom. He could try going to sleep, but he’d always been a night owl, and the previous few hours had done nothing to make him drowsy.
You can go for a run. You can climb under the pool cover and go for a swim. No one would even notice you’re gone. It probably wouldn’t matter if you ever came out. You could stay in there until you grew gills or expired.
He waffled indecisively, realizing that Grayson had probably already been notified he had pulled in the driveway, the camera doorbell catching all.Or you can act like an adult and go into the house. They might not even be up. Or maybe they are, and it doesn’t matter. You can just go to your room. Or go get your laptop and charger and come back to the cabana. Act like a fucking grown-up for a change and not a little kid.
