Bad Storm by Jackie Sexton

smooth skin and I could feel him sinking into my touch. I moved my
cupped fingers over his tip, and he bucked his hips upwards a little bit,
pressing his cock through my hand and sending me bouncing, ever so slightly, up
in the air.
    Then he did it
again, and again, bouncing me on his lap as we touched each other, mimicking
the thrusts of heavenly love-making. I could feel the urge and desperation
burst through my core, making my fingers shake slightly as I stroked his
manhood faster and faster. I moaned, the hot touch of his fingers causing a
beating pulse to grow louder within me, gripping my muscles and tensing them,
causing them to scream silently with pleasure.
    “I’m going to
come,” I whispered, and that news must have really turned Trent on, because he
groaned a little, moving his hands faster until I burst, squealing as quietly
as I could as my muscles exploded with tension and then release, an eruption of
pleasure and bliss.
    I huffed for a
moment, trying to catch my breath, and Trent kissed me lovingly on the side of
my face. I moved off of him, giving myself space so that I could bring his
joystick into my eager mouth. He exhaled sharply, and I knew he was almost
there.
    I moved gently at
first, and then quickly, relishing in the movement of his hardness against my
slick mouth, the muscles inside of me still pounding with residual pleasure. He
came, gripping my hair and filling my mouth with a warm, sweet and slightly
acrid cum. Just feeling him explode inside of me, several times over, sent
shivers down my spine. I pulled away and swallowed, surprised by how painless
that was. I had managed to avoid swallowing cum my whole life, but I realized
for the first time that I might actually kind of like it.
    “Sorry,” he
muttered.
    “Why?” I asked,
quickly moving my hands over my mouth in case I had anything on my face. To my
relief, I didn’t.
    “Well, because, I
should have warned you. It isn’t nice of me to…you know, come in your mouth.” I
could tell it was hard for him to say that last part, so I leaned in and pecked
him on the mouth, grateful for his thoughtful concern.
    “Don’t worry, I
liked it,” I murmured seductively as I pulled away. Then I couldn’t help but
laugh at my own behavior. It was just that every second around him turned me
on, and I could hardly believe how long I had gone without being in touch with
this side of myself.
    “Really?” he sounded surprised, but like he kind of liked
it. “Still, we shouldn’t have done that without getting tested.” Before I could
respond, though, I heard a noise above our heads. It sounded like someone was
walking on the wooden deck over us.
    I grabbed Trent’s hand, fighting back a laugh as I imagined
it was probably just some kids tagging up the walls of the old building. But Trent
went rigid beside me, and I sensed strong dread and suspicion coming off of
him. It was weird, how it felt, hot and uncomfortable.
    Then it came to me. The distinct aura of something
non-human, someone wolf-like. I clamped a hand to my mouth, holding back my
gasp. But I heard a voice speak, distinctly feminine, that did not belong to
whoever we were sensing. There were several more steps coming from another
direction, above us but more to the left. There was, at the very least, two
people there.
    Trent jerked his head behind us, indicating towards the
incline of sand that met with a concrete wall. The ground was elevated, and had
the potential to make eaves-dropping easier. While I was afraid of making noise
and being caught, I nodded.
    As we climbed up the sand people continued to move around
the deck, and the slight breeze brought a rustle through the palm trees that
made enough noise to cover any sounds our treading feet would make.
    I was confused, because if we could sense a werewolf,
wouldn’t we be sensed? I imagined at the very least, Trent would be. But when I
looked to him, he betrayed no emotion. He was poised and listening intently.
    ‘ Trent