Wolf Tales IV. Kate Douglas
ran the length of his cock each time she pulled him in and then slowly turned him loose. Her tongue flattened against the underside, but as he withdrew, Tinker felt the tip of it curl around the crown of his penis, then dip quickly into the eye at the tip.
He wondered if she tasted the first drops of his seed, if she thought at all about Tinker or merely her search for release. Tinker opened his mind to Tia’s thoughts, but for now there was merely a haze of lust without any form or feature.
Tia as woman barely existed, so trapped was she in the lush arousal following her shift, still a mindless creature of sensations, needs, and desires. Until Tia’s conscious mind returned, Tinker accepted that he was nothing more to her than a means to an end, a very amenable pleasure toy to help ease the creature’s needs.
He understood. He’d been that same creature so many times before.
Tia’d found a rhythm now that took Tinker closer and closer to climax. First the tightening in his groin, the tension between his legs as his balls drew up high and tight. He turned himself free, let the sensations take him. Close, so much closer to the edge, when Tia slowly withdrew until only the smooth crown of his cock was clasped between her lips.
She sucked down hard, laved him again with her tongue, and then dropped him entirely and pulled away. The cold morning air kissing his wet flesh wasn’t nearly enough to cool the heat. Tia leaned close once more, swirled her tongue around the small eye at the tip, and then gave him a saucy wink. “That’s all. I just wanted to make sure you were really interested.”
Tinker took a moment to catch his breath and then he laughed. “Witch.” He stood up quickly, grabbed Tia under her shoulders and knees, and lifted her against his chest before she had time to squawk. With his erect cock banging her butt, he carried her across the office, down the hall, and into their bedroom. Holding Tia at least two feet above the big bed, Tinker dumped her amid the tangled sheets and then rolled her to her belly.
“Oomph.” She tried to wriggle free.
He held her down with one hand and slipped out of his loose pants with the other.
“What are you doing, you big oaf?” Twisting and turning under his palm, giggling uncontrollably, Tia swung a fake punch in Tinker’s direction.
He dodged her flailing fist. “Finishing what you started, sweetie.”
Somehow, in spite of, or because of, her struggles, Tia’s legs spread apart and her hips rose up, and she was wet and ready when Tinker knelt behind her. He ran his fingers over her smoothly shaved mound, parted her swollen lips with his fingers, grabbed his cock in his fist, and found her wet and ready sex with the broad crown. One thrust took him deep; the second actually shoved Tia forward.
She practically purred.
“This is what you’re looking for, isn’t it?” Deeper this time, until his balls slapped against her mound.
“Maybe…” Her answer was muffled in her pillow, but it was obvious Tia wanted anything he offered.
Tinker’s cock connected with the hard mouth of her womb on the next, hard thrust. She arched her back, cried out. Her pussy clamped down on his cock in a rippling, clenching spasm, squeezing him tighter, holding him deep inside as her entire body arched against him.
He opened his thoughts and caught her incoherent mental cries of pleasure. When he linked his mind with Tia’s, Tinker felt the thickness of his cock as if it pierced his own spasming sex, felt each ripple and contraction as if his body were climaxing.
Tinker held there a moment, unmoving, mind and body saturated with sensation. His balls throbbed, a deep, dark pounding in time with his heart, the taut sense of pleasure bordering on pain as he held on to only marginal control. Tia rippled around him, her strong inner muscles squeezing and releasing, her scent rising ripe and addictive to tease his sensitive nostrils.
Slowly Tinker withdrew, teeth clenched and muscles tensing as he made his slow, steady retreat. Tia’s velvet clasp tightened around his cock, attempted to hold him closer. He pulled almost completely free of her heat, then slammed into her hard and fast. Tia whimpered and adjusted her hips to take him even deeper. Her thick juices smoothed the way, her spasming sex pulled him in, and Tinker felt his hard-won control slip even more.
He slowed, rocking against Tia in a slow, steady rhythm.
Her fingers crept between their legs, tickling and scraping oversensitized flesh. He groaned when she found his sac and gently squeezed and massaged his balls in rhythm with each slow, even penetration.
Tinker slipped into a steady, leisurely cadence. Deeper, all the way in and slowly out to the very edge of her sex. His thighs trembled now, his gut clenched with need, and a slick river of sweat poured down his face and covered his chest. Almost as an afterthought, he searched for Tia’s thoughts and found her once more on the edge of climax.
Close. So very close, almost in sync with him, almost there. Tinker pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling the taut peaks hard enough to cause pain. Tia gasped, arched her back, and cried out. Her sound was low and haunting, more a howl than a moan.
Tinker joined his thoughts to Tia’s. Not a link such as mates might have, but a simple linking of pleasure, of sensation. He leaned back on his heels and pulled Tia with him. His cock bottomed out once again, filling her. Her round buttocks pressed against his belly, and his fingers flared across her middle. He held her close. Her heart pounded beneath his palm.
Tia reached between their legs again. She scraped her nails over his sac, then cupped his balls in her palm and gently squeezed. Her thoughts in his mind turned hot, her needy flesh tightened even more around his cock, and suddenly, before he expected it, Tinker flew over the top.
Had it always been so good? Hips thrusting, jaw clenching, and body shaking, his mind filled with Tia’s climax, Tinker experienced his orgasm as Tia felt it, deep inside her body.
Exquisite, to know it from Tia’s viewpoint as well as his own. He became the depth of her passion in the images, words, and sensations she shared.
Experienced the lush heat, the fullness, the desire, and even the regret. In the midst of climax, with Tinker’s cock filling her, his arms holding her, his seed pulsing into her warm and welcoming pussy, Tia thought of Luc.
Missed Luc. Wished he were here with them. Wished Luc was the one loving her. Loving Tinker. Filling her sex or her mouth or even her ass. No matter. Tinker knew her thoughts and knew Tia wanted her mate.
As she should.
Would a woman ever think of him that way? Would he ever know the deep, soul-searing link of a bonded mate?
Not with this woman, no matter how much he cared for her.
Tinker slowly lowered Tia to the bed, both of them drawing deep, gasping breaths of air into oxygen-starved lungs.
Tinker kissed Tia’s cheek, stroked her hair back from her face, and smiled down at her while he struggled for control of his breathing. Finally, when he felt he could speak without gasping for air, he kissed her again. It was time to let go of regrets, to think of other things. To think of the adventure that lay ahead.
He wished he knew how to plan for the unpredictable. Impossible. He’d figure this trip out one step at a time. Until he came face-to-face with his ultimate goal, he’d have to wing it.
Tinker flopped down on the bed beside Tia and turned so he could watch her face. “I’m going to need a ride to SFO. Can you take me to the airport in a couple hours?”
Tia nodded. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath. Her thoughts were now her own, gently yet firmly blocked. “Yeah. No problem.”
Tinker sat up, but Tia stopped him with a gentle hold on his forearm. He looked down at her fingers, their bronze color still many shades lighter than his own dark skin, and thought how beautiful her fingers were, how much he liked the contrast of their skin, her deep bronze to his dark chocolate.
Her softness to his hard, muscled