Tilly Ann
R18
He kissed me until I was dizzy, until my robe was loose and his touch was everywhere—my waist, my breast, the curve of my hip. I was gasping, my head spinning.
He pulled back just an inch, a wicked smile appearing on his swollen lips.
"What are you doing? What happened to being just friends, Chase?" I asked in quick succession.
"Friend?" He raised his eyebrow. "I have no interest whatsoever in being your friend, Winchester. I would much rather kiss you to oblivion and fuck you till you shake. I thought we were clear on that—"
"But you said...."
"Sweetheart" he touched my chin, lifting my face up to hold his gaze. "My cock is harder than a rock. Could we have this mind numbing conservation later? I am hungry." he murmured, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "May I eat?"
He looked like a different person towering over me like that.
"I don't have...food" I murmured. It was a little difficult thinking about food when every part of me was painfully aware of him.
"Oh, Winchester. You have exactly what I'm craving. Spread your legs for me, princess"
"My what?"
He came closer. And I didn't take a step back.
"You... you're different," I panted, trying to shove at his chest. It was like pushing a mountain.
"You are going to get loud. Soon" He dipped his head, nipping at my jaw. "Fight. It."
"Loud?" I was confused.
"Breathe. Remember to breathe" he said, his voice dropping low. "You are almost ready for me, Winchester. I can smell you." His lips were against my ear. "I can smell how much you want this. How wet you are for me. It's driving me fucking crazy."
I shook my head.
"No."
"Yes." He caught me in my lie. "I'm a fucking wolf, sweetheart. I really can smell it."
He stepped back, taking my hand. His eyes never left mine as he led me to the table by the window and sat me on the edge.
"What are you doing?"
Whatever he was up to was either going to be extremely good or extremely bad. There was no middle to him.
"I told you I was hungry." He said it like it was simple. "I couldn't in good conscience let all that good Winchester juice go to waste now, could I?"
Then he went on his knees on the floor.
My breath stopped.
The sight of Chase Dubois, the Lycan Prince, on his knees between my legs, was the most shocking thing I had ever seen. And I have seen a horse give birth to a hybrid calf/horse.
The proud shoulders, his crowned head bowed... for me.
He pulled my robe apart. I watched him.
He looked at my... place and he made this sound.
"Perfect," he rasped. "So pink. So fucking wet."
Then he leaned forward.
The first touch of his tongue was a soft stroke. I jolted. Practically jumped off the table, but he held me back.
He answered with another lick, longer this time, firmer.
"I... I..." I couldn't find the words.
Then he found the center of my ache, that swollen spot, and he sucked on it.
"Chase!" I sobbed. My back arched.
He held my hips down, pinning me to the table as his tongue worked.
His tongue was relentless, circling, flicking, diving inside me and then returning to that perfect, sweet pressure.
He learned me fast, every gasp and whimper guiding him.
The feel of his stubble on my inner thighs, the wet hot sounds, the sight of his broad shoulders between my legs drove me insane.
I was babbling, pleading, my hips moving against his mouth of their own will.
"Please... I can't... Chase, please..."
He slid two fingers inside me, curling them.
His mouth slammed right onto my pussy. He licked my slit hard, then sucked my clit like he was starving. I moaned and grabbed his hair tight.
He took the fingers out— momentarily, then he shoved them back deeper inside me and pumped them fast.
His tongue licked and sucked my wet pussy nonstop. The sounds were filthy and loud. My juices coated his face and dripped down his hand. He curled his fingers and rubbed that spot inside me that made my legs shake hard.
My hips bucked against his mouth. Chase sucked harder and finger-fucked me faster.
My pussy squeezed tight around his fingers. Heat flooded my belly fast.
Chase kept going. His tongue flicked my clit quick while his fingers slammed in and out.
In. Out.
My thighs trembled. I was dripping wet everywhere. Then it hit.
My pussy clenched and spasmed around his fingers.
I came hard, soaking his hand and mouth. My body jerked as waves hit me. He kept licking and fingering me through every pulse.
I screamed, my body bowing off the table, shaking, clenching around his fingers.
He didn't stop.
Then we heard it. A knock on the door.
"Tilly Ann!"
Fuck, it was my brother Kessington.
"Tilly Ann!"
My eyes darted to the man in between my legs, his eyes dancing with mischief.
Oh no! Don't you dare play another game right now, Chase Dubois!
"Tilly Ann! I heard screams. Are you alright? I'm coming inside."
Chase smiled and licked my pussy. "A threesome. I have never fucked a brother and a sister at the same time before…"
I covered his mouth with my palm and when he fought me, I tightened my thighs around his neck and squeezed.
"I'm so fucking turned on right now..."
I tightened my hold, choking him to silence as Kessington started to push the door open.
"Tilly?"
"Fuck off, Kessington. It's just a bug and I'm not decent!" I yelled at the door.
A pause. Long enough that my heart stopped. Then: "You'd better not be doing what I think you're doing in there, Tilly Ann. Mama will kill you. And then me, for not stopping it."
"I'm NOT!" I shrieked. I had no patience to decipher what exactly I wasn't supposed to be doing "Go away!"
I heard retreating footsteps and once again I was left with the man between my legs.
I released him.
He looked at me, grinning despite the red marks on his neck. "Have you considered being tied up during our session, darling? Choke me again and I will tie you up."
I leaned in. Like I was going to whisper something sweet, and when he was hooked, I whispered.
"Get out" Every part of me protested.
He rested his forehead against my trembling thigh for a moment, his breathing ragged. And out of control. "Sweetheart. You are killing me."
He stood regardless, pulling me gently against himself. Stroking my back.
"Okay. Until next time, Winchester," he whispered, his voice rough with want
He kissed my temple. Then he leaned in to whisper "Next time, I will use my cock. You are going to love it, won't you, Tilly Ann?"
I leaned in, a little smile playing on my lips to whisper. "Get out… Chase Dubois. There's no next time. I don't want your cock or you"
He smiled back, walking towards the door. "You will, Winchester." He opened the door. "You will.".