I'll run to you

Rough Hands

    I had gone through a hundred different scenarios of this moment, what I would do, how I would react but in that moment my mind went blank. I felt a strange sense of calm come over me while the adrenaline began pumping through my veins. The best way I could describe the tension is that it was like a thin thread pulled taut and one wrong move would cause it to snap. I’m not sure I wanted it to snap.

    The blood pumping through my ears blocked out everything except my heart pounding in my chest. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and a shiver ran its way down my spine as the wolf let out a sigh, his breath fanning out across my skin. Without removing his hand from the door the wolf pressed himself against my back. The blood drained from my hands and I could barely feel them clenching the bags and keys. His free hand moved to my wait and dragged its way up my side until it rested against my stomach, even through the layers of my clothing, setting fire to my skin in a way that excited me and made bile rise up in my throat, disgusted in myself for reacting in such a way to this man. With the hand pressing against my stomach and keeping me in place, his hand that remained on the door slid down to remove my hand from the keys and door handle. I know I should be trying to fight him or put up some sort of resistance but I found it impossible to put two thoughts together with my senses on fire. The heat from him pressing against my back, the rumbling in his chest as he buried his face into my hair, inhaling deeply as he did. All this and yet none of it compared to his scent surrounding me. Despite my dulled senses I felt like I was drowning in it. 

    I was so out of it I didn't even notice him turning the door handle with his hand still covering mine and pulling the door open. His gravelly voice ringing in my ears, “Let’s continue our talk inside.” The tone of his voice left no room for argument and the tightening grip in my waist left no misunderstanding of the threat of force if I didn’t comply.

    Pushing me through the open door, I numbly stumble my way towards my room. Rather than following me, he seems to lead me to my room, I can imagine he already has my scent memorized and is just following the strongest trail. He pushes me against the door with enough force to make me drop my bags in surprise, it's a wonder that I don't lose grip on my keys as well. Pressed against the door I feel his breath become ragged against my neck. His hands started groping my body anywhere he could reach. His strained voice breaks through the tension. “Open it” the force of the command compelling me to obey, my hands shaking from a mix of fear and anticipation, I struggle to get the key in the hole. The longer I take the more impatient his movements become. One hand pushes its way up my shirt and fondles one of my breasts through my bra, pinching the skin until my n****e hardens before switching to the other and repeating the process, the other presses against my stomach as he pushes his lower half against my rear, causing a mortifying heat to spread between my legs. Still struggling with the key, the wolf lowered his head to my neck and began sucking the sensitive flesh, I could feel his teeth scraping against my skin sending waves of pleasure through my nerves. My mind was so scattered between the pleasure he was giving me and the task of opening my door that I didn’t even try holding back the moans that spilled out creating a vicious cycle. The more I moaned and cried out the rougher he became, the rougher he became, I could focus on the door less and less, and the longer the door stayed closed meant the longer I was trapped between it and his growing member pressing against my rear. A terrible thought crossed my mind, what if I was taking so long because I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t have time to fully think about this before the wolf began to grind on me. Even through his pants and my shorts, the sensation was too much and I dropped the keys, no longer able to focus on anything else but heat in my stomach growing with each thrust of his hips against me. The growling in my ears intensified as he seemed to lose himself in the moment as well. The hand on my stomach and breasts moved down to grip my hips as he pulled them back to meet his thrusts, my hands and face now pressed firmly against my door. The wolf pressed himself against my back, not letting up the rough pace of his thrusts, his heavy breaths and groans right by my ear adding to the pleasure fogging my brain. A hand on my hip releases it’s iron grip moving to dip into the front band of my shorts and into my soaked underwear and caress my overstimulated folds. His rough fingers slowly directly rubbing me was too much and my weak legs almost gave out. The wet sounds filled my embarrassed ears and I reached a hand down grabbing his wrist, not sure if I was trying to push him away or push him to go further. The tight feeling in my stomach felt like it was about to snap and I couldn’t control the words that fell from my lips, 

“AH ah don’t..I.. I’m gonna.. AH oh god right there! Please right there” His skilled fingers had found the spot that brought stars to my eyes and he started moving his fingers harder and faster on that spot in response, the wet sounds echoing through the hallway but at this point I no longer cared. 

    I could feel something  start to drip down my legs and my shorts were soaked through

“Spread your legs” his choked voice broke through the lust filled fog,

“Wha-” 

“Do it” his hand and hips stilled but still pressed into me. I tried to move my hips to regain the feeling that was fading and leaving me feeling empty but the hand still gripping my hip kept me still. Hesitantly I spread my legs and when I had apparently spread them a satisfactory amount he squeezed my ass “Good girl”, the wolf continued his movements with renewed energy, the thrusts of his hips knocking the wind out of my lungs as he pressed his fully erect c**k against my soaked center. The tension in my stomach returned and felt like it was ready to snap but needed that last push. It was so close I felt like crying, everytime I almost went over he would hold back, let the feeling go down before bringing me to the brink again. I started breaking down, begging for release while gripping his wrist of the hand abusing my front and the other reaching back to bury itself in the hair on the back of his help in an attempt to keep myself from collapsing and admittedly to keep him from fully pulling away from. The man I had been dreading and avoiding for the last three days and here I am less than 30 minutes of meeting and I’m begging him to touch me. “Aster. Say it” his voice while commanding still sounded choked like he was just as messed up inside as me. Tears streaming from the corner of my eyes from s****l frustration, I bit my lip in a last ditch attempt to fight back, this seemed to piss him off because he pulled his hand away from my shorts completely, dragging a needy cry from my lips, 

“Nnn wait don’t...It’s...I’m close..” he lifted his soaked fingers up to my face as if to taunt me, clear strings of liquid connected his fingers in a lewd web. The hand still on my hip lifts up and gives my breast a hard squeeze causing me to cry out, the wolf took the opportunity to force the soiled digits into my open mouth, 

“Suck them clean” too far gone to feel embarrassed and feeling bold. I released my grip on his wrist and reached back to rub his hard c**k through his pants as I sucked his fingers clean. “Ah f**k…” he lost himself for a moment as I continued to get him off with my hand and using my tongue as I sucked matching the pace of my hand. Groaning lowly in my ear as I continued, the hand on my breast teased my n****e, pinching and pulling to force moans as his finger f****d my mouth. I could feel his c**k twitch and I sped up my hand and and mouth, “f**k it!” with a growl he yanked his fingers from my mouth causing saliva to drip down my chin, shoving his hands back into my shorts he pushed two fingers into my center. The shock caused my insides to tighten adding to the feeling of his fingers pushing into me. I didn’t have a moment to get adjusted before he began to thrust his fingers into me at a pace that felt like I would break apart. My hand on his c**k almost let go, too shaken by the stimulation of my nether regions, but with his free hand the wolf pulled his member free from its confines and brought my hand back to stroke him. His hand covered mine forcing me to jack him off with a tighter and faster pace that matched the rhythm of his fingers pounding into me. I became a moaning mess, saliva freely dripping down my chin as I gave into the brutal act. 

“HA AHH YES MHmm Ah Nnn Ast AH ASTER right there!” His thick fingers hit that deep spot that made my toes curl and like a last prayer I called his name hoping he would give the release I needed. With a groan that seemed more like a growl he added a third finger and bit into my shoulder finally pushing me over the edge. My senses briefly went blank as my nerves were overloaded with the feeling of euphoria that spread across my entire body. I barely registered my knees hitting the ground as I held my hands against the door for support. A hand on my chin pulled me to look up as the wolf, c**k hand, made me watch as he pumped himself to fruition, shooting his seed on my chest and face, a possessive look on his face as he surveyed his work. 

    He bent down and lifted me off the floor, holding me in his arms so gently, I wouldn’t have thought it possible after he had ravaged me so roughly not a minute before. He reached out his hand and gripped the door knob, the thought in the back of my exhausted head thinking back to the keys still lying forgotten on the floor when I heard a sharp crack and the door swung open. 

    Walking into the room he kicks the door closed behind him and sits on my bed now holding me in his lap. The euphoria of before now starting to dissipate, the gravity of what just happened begins to settle on me. ‘Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck’ Not only had I been found, but I had allowed myself to get swept away by him, Hell, I even begged for him. The honest truth that scared me the most is that in the heaviest moment, if he had tried to take me fully, I’m not sure I would have refused him. The thought unsettles me and as if feeling my discomfort, the wolf tightens his grip on me. Not in a way that felt crushing or threatening, but in a way that made me feel secure, like he was trying to comfort me while trying to comfort himself. He has me cradled in his arms in a position where I can peek up and see his face, he has bags under his eyes like he hadn’t slept for days, his face was unshaven and a thick stubble had formed and his long thick hair was pulled into a messy ponytail like he had been rushing to get ready. I reach my hand up without realizing to touch his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch, sighing in what sounded like relief. Bring one hand up to cup mine in his he opened his eyes and with the most piercing gaze and gravelly voice he finally spoke,

“Why did you run?”