Summer jerked, not away but a whole body twitch against Isaac, and made an incoherent, affirmative sort of sound. “I th-think if you don’t stop what you’re doing now I’ll already be seeing stars … ?” he stammered.
“Maybe I want it to happen more than once,” he stated simply and licked across the faint indents in his neck, curling and twisting his fist as he sped up his strokes, their eyes locking in the mirror. “Mmmm, I love making you feel good, Summer.”
The redhead managed to smile, slyly, and reached behind to run one hand into Isaac’s curls. “Let me — mmmh — share that with you.” He shifted against the werewolf and passed the feelings and sensations back into him.
Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her again.
She arched again and again, trying to press herself into that hand more deeply. She could hardly even concentrate on kissing him back, gripping his shoulders as hard as she could. Moremoremore.
Summer wasn’t able to get much kissing so Derek moved to mouth and suck at her neck as she gripped at him. He sped up his hand, keeping it gentle but going deep and slow as his two fingers could manage and finally letting his thumb brush over her clit.
She shaped his name, though no sound came, much as she wanted it to. She had no idea what he’d found, but it shot sparks through her body, and she felt like she might explode.
And then she did.
Everything whited out for a second, and she squeezed her eyes shut, fingers closing and flexing against Derek’s skin. She shuddered in his hands.
Summer held still as she felt the fine leather go about her throat. So still. She didn’t know yet what might please or displease the man claiming her. (claiming! finally! she’d been so afraid she would be free forever) Voice low, she ventured to ask, “How may I please you, Master?”
“Come with me to the bedroom so we can have some fun,” Skylar said to his new pet.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. Dropping to her knees, she waited for him to lead the way.
Summer held still as she felt the fine leather go about her throat. So still. She didn’t know yet what might please or displease the man claiming her. (claiming! finally! she’d been so afraid she would be free forever) Voice low, she ventured to ask, “How may I please you, Master?”
“Come with me to the bedroom so we can have some fun,” Skyy said to her new pet. She loved her red hair.
“Yes, Mistress,” Summer said obediently. She glanced up, shyly, and decided she was allowed to walk, and followed Skyy to the bedroom.
“Mmm — hi!” The kiss was utterly unexpected, but then Summer supposed that was what you got when you accidentally stood under mistletoe at this season. So she went with it gracefully, giving the taller girl a bright smile. “Well, now I’ve been kissed, do I get to know your name?”
“I’m Skyy and you have gorgeous hair,” Skyy said with a wink.
She didn’t even try to take the dress off, merely pulling up handsful of the skirts around her waist until her legs lay bare to his gaze. Then she reached for the fastenings of his trousers, dragging his shirt up to plane her hands over his skin. “So much,” she echoed.
Smiling brilliantly, he ran his hands up her bare legs, inching to the insides of her thighs as he lifted his hips to aid her in undressing him. Pushing his body into her hands as her fingers met bare skin, he moaned faintly and leaned down to deepen the kiss. “I need you, Summer…”
“I know,” she whispered back. Neither of them bothered actually undressing the other, just moving enough fabric to allow them to slide together. She took him in her hand, stroking, body burning for him, and guided him into her.
He had to brace his hands again, against the counter, and rocked himself back against Isaac. “I could be the bottom this time?” he whispered, and fumbled at the towel, pushing it away.
Shamelessly rutting against him now, he scraped his teeth along his neck and shoulder, smiling as their reflections locked in the mirror. “I’d like that — I want to make you see stars this time, Summer,” he hummed and eyed up his now naked body with an appreciative glance as he continued to stroke him off.
Summer jerked, not away but a whole body twitch against Isaac, and made an incoherent, affirmative sort of sound. “I th-think if you don’t stop what you’re doing now I’ll already be seeing stars … ?” he stammered.
If there was awkwardness in the way they moved from the chair to the fur rug before the fire, she didn’t notice, caught up in his mouth. He was holding her breathless, but she didn’t care — she had missed him more than air. Reaching up to brush her fingertips down his face, she smiled softly, skirts awry about her slender legs. “My brave, bold lord,” she murmured.
He curled his hands around her hips, keeping his lips pressed against hers for a moment longer, before a wide grin tugged at his lips as a result of her comment. “I’ll show you how bold I am,” he chuckled breathlessly and began to tug up her skirts, trying to remove as much clothing as he could of hers whilst simultaneously keeping their bodies pressed together. “I missed you so much…”
She didn’t even try to take the dress off, merely pulling up handsful of the skirts around her waist until her legs lay bare to his gaze. Then she reached for the fastenings of his trousers, dragging his shirt up to plane her hands over his skin. “So much,” she echoed.
“Do you want … ” Summer hesitated, caught between embarrassment and Isaac’s hands urging him on. Instead he wiggled his ass against the werewolf’s hard-on, trying to suggest without actually saying.
“Do I want…?” He prompted with an encouraging sigh, shifting to slowly, teasingly grind against the other male’s rear, his hand speeding up on the other male’s length. “Tell me what you want, Summer.”
He had to brace his hands again, against the counter, and rocked himself back against Isaac. “I could be the bottom this time?” he whispered, and fumbled at the towel, pushing it away.
Being bitten made him buck, coupled with a sharp moan. After only a few hours it was no longer so strange to feel the blood rushing southward. He dragged his eyes open to watch in the mirror as Isaac worked his skin over, shivering slightly at the sight. “You’re so fucking hot,” he rasped, gaze shifting to his cock, rising and lengthening under the werewolf’s ministrations. That still brought flashbacks to the magic, phantom hands shaping a wholly new part of his body with intense pleasure.
“Says the one making the noises guaranteed to make me go hard instantly,” he murmured and pressed his hips against the other’s rear, shifting to show Summer just how aroused he truly was. Smiling against his skin, he flicked his tongue out to lap at the faint bruise that would eventually form, and he smirked as the towel tented out from his actions. Sliding his hand down under it, he took the other male in his hand and lazily began to stroke him. “Feels good?”
“Do you want … ” Summer hesitated, caught between embarrassment and Isaac’s hands urging him on. Instead he wiggled his ass against the werewolf’s hard-on, trying to suggest without actually saying.