Bitten twice shy (the change series 3 )

Chapter 11: Personal space

Molly

Standing under the hot water together Trick leaned down and kissed me, he pushed me up against the wall and I gasped from the cold of it.

“Sorry,” he laughed.

He kissed me again and pressed himself against me, I could feel he was a little hard, and he asked, “do you want to have s**x again?”

I had never had so much s**x in one day with him before, and I said, “I want to, but I’m also really sore right now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, you should have said babe, we didn’t have to have s.ex.”

“I wanted to, but you’re big, and I’ve not long lost my virginity and so much s**x in one day has made me sore.” My cheeks burned hotly saying it, which was silly because we’d just had s**x and I should be way past being shy around him, but with his traffic stopping good looks I don’t think I was ever going to not be shy with him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and then he got down on his knees and kissed me where I was sore, he gave me gentle kisses down there all over, and it felt nice, so nice I softly moaned.

“Shall I stop? Or do you want me to kiss you better and make you come again?” He mumbled against my p*****. and the vibration of his voice and his lips had me moaning, “kiss me better.”

He did, he kissed my p*****. and used his tongue on it as if he were kissing my mouth, it was teasing and sensual and knowing I was sore he didn’t focus on my entrance, he kept his focus purely on my c.lit, gently kissing it and slowly using his tongue more and more until I came hard.

I went to go down on my knees after, but he said, “you don’t need to do that sweetheart.”

“I want to,” I got on my knees and put him in my mouth before he could say anything else. I ran my tongue over his thick length, and he groaned when I ran it over the tip of him, I tasted pre-c*m and wanted more, so I put him in my mouth and started sucking.

“Mm, that feels good babe,” he moaned.

I carried on and alternated between licking and teasing him with my tongue when my jaw got too sore from sucking. I remembered seeing the video on his phone of Ellie deep throating him, I didn’t know how, and I looked up at him to ask, “how do I deep throat you?”

He stroked my hair and gently pulled my head back to his groin and said, “don’t worry, just suck it for me.”

“I want to try and deep throat you.”

If his eyes weren’t lust filled, and he wasn’t so close to climax I knew he would have told me not to worry, that he didn’t need that, but he was so turned on he said, “ok, put it in your mouth,” he held his c***k in his hand and pushed it into my mouth, “now you just have to keep going, let me slide my c***k down your throat, keep your throat relaxed, f***k, yes, that’s it baby, f***k that feels good.”

I felt it slide down my throat and gagged, I pulled back instinctively, and he said, “it’s ok if you can’t, darling, you can just suck it for me.”

“How far could Ellie deep throat?” I asked.

“That doesn’t matter, don’t worry about her.”

“Tell me,” I insisted.

Sighing he said, “ok, balls deep, she took it all.”

“I will too.”

“Molly, you don’t need to, not everyone can, and I am more than happy to—” I cut him off when I put him in my mouth and forced his whole length down my throat, I gagged, but I didn’t care, I kept gagging, and I might have thrown up some saliva, there was a lot of saliva and dribble, but if she could do it, then I would too.

“Oh f***k! That feels good, f***k!” He moaned, he moved back and forth down my throat, in and out, I gagged a lot and worried I might actually vomit for real and not just saliva, he was close though, and maybe wasn’t in full control of himself, he seemed to enjoy me gagging on him and thrust into me more roughly. “f***k, I’m f.ucking coming! f***k! Good girl, that’s it baby, make me come!” He shot a load of hot come in my mouth and down my throat, I was going to pull away, but he spurted more come and then finally he let me go, I stayed kneeled on the floor coughing and bringing up some of his come, a lot of it was dripping out of my mouth, and he bent down beside me. “f***k, I’m so sorry Molly, I didn’t mean to be so rough or keep going when you were gagging and choking, I’ll never do it again I swear.”

“I want to do it again,” I coughed.

“No f.ucking way, you don’t have anything to prove to me Molly, it’s not a competition between you and Ellie, I’m not hurting you or causing discomfort.”

He took my arm and gently pulled me to my feet so he could hug me. “I love you Molly, you are all I need, I don’t need fancy or complicated s****l acts to impress me, I just need you.”

“I want to be sexy like Ellie is, I want to be good in bed and dress more sexy too.”

He cupped my face between his hands and kissed me, “no, I don’t want Ellie, I want you, if all I cared about was how she dressed and how good in bed she was then I’d still be with her. I want you Molly, I want you as yourself, I want to come to you in your favourite pink nighties with bows, your stuffed animal collection, your Korean shows playing in the background, I want all of that, I want all of you, I’ll take that over sexy lingerie and p.orn star s**x acts any day, do you understand?”

Sulking, I nodded, and he kissed me again, “I love you, don’t change for me, I love you as you are.”

He cuddled me, and then he started to wash me, he grabbed the unscented shower gel they all used and started rubbing it over my body, when he reached my b.reasts and started rubbing them I rose my eyebrow at him when he had been doing it for three minutes.

He laughed boyishly and said, “alright, I know, I’m being a perv, I really love your t.its.”

“And that,” I laughed when his hand went between my legs.

“Yeah, and that,” he murmured huskily.

He finished washing me, and then I washed him, I was a pervert too because I spent way too long running my hands over his chest, all that muscle and solidness, I loved his broad shoulders too and spent time enjoying them, and it was his turn to raise an eyebrow when my hands went back to his chest. “Enjoying yourself?” He asked.

“Sorry,” I looked away from him, but he brought my eyes back to his and said, “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” He put his hands over mine and smoothed them down his body until we reached his soft member, he made me wrap my hand around it and said, “wash that too if you like.”

I did, and then he wrapped me up in a towel and carried me to bed. “Trick!” I giggled.

“What? You don’t like the princess treatment?” He teased.

“I do,” I giggled, and he put me on the bed, “then I’ll treat you like a princess.”

“That’s doesn’t sound like you at all,” I laughed.

“Cheeky b.itch, I can treat a woman good,” he was smiling, so I knew he was being playful and not serious when he called me that, I was better at reading people but still learning and still struggled at times.

He climbed in beside me after drying himself and when I took the towel off I shivered from the cold.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he said.

I moved up next to his side and he put his arm around me and cuddled me close to him.

It was about a month into the relationship when I wondered if he was rethinking his words about not wanting me to change, and he loved me as I was. I had gotten into a routine of always falling asleep in his arms, I felt so safe and found it so comforting, if he tried to move or roll over in the night I would make him come back and hold me, or I would climb over and lay on the side he had rolled to and make him hold me there.

It was the same tonight, and he sleepily said, “can I just have a few hours without holding you?”

“But I like when you hold me,” I whispered into the dark.

“I like holding you too sweetheart, but I’m so f.ucking tired and hot, I just need a little bit of space.”

His words hurt my feelings and I couldn’t sleep beside him while I was feeling sad, so when he fell back asleep I got out of the bed, got dressed and started the walk back to my old place. I still had it because my adoptive mother had bought the home, so I didn’t have to worry about any landlords coming after me for rent.

It was about an hour’s walk from where the pack lived, maybe a bit extreme to a neurotypical person just because Trick wanted a little bit of space, but for me, I took everything deeply personal and literal, I had always been overly sensitive, and I knew I might even cry when I got into my place. I mostly didn’t mask my symptoms from Trick these days, but I still didn’t share everything, I felt embarrassed to have a meltdown or cry in front of him over something so small, and times like this I needed my own space, that’s why I was going to my old place, so I could be alone and let it all out in a calm and quiet space.

I felt better in the morning and I thought it had been a good idea coming here, that was until I jumped at the sound of my front door banging aggressively. I climbed out of bed and tip toed my way to the front door, I kept forgetting I was a werewolf now, I could use my senses, I sniffed the air, the musky smell of another werewolf, male, and then the familiar scent of vanilla, the forest, sandalwood, and a hint of violence. Trick.

I opened the door and smiled, but he pushed past me into the house and turned on me, “what the f***k are you doing here!” He yelled.

I smiled at him, “I thought it was a good idea for me to relax, and you also got to have some space.”

“What? Are you p.issed at me because I asked for ten f.ucking minutes to sleep without having to hold you!”

He was still yelling and looked angry, “are you angry with me?”

“Yes, I’m f.ucking angry with you!”

I covered my ears, “stop yelling.”

“Molly, you scared the s.hit out of me! I had no idea where you were or what had happened, I’ve been searching all f.ucking morning!”

“Stop yelling!” I kept my hands over my ears and started to rock on my feet.