Brain
Everyone looked our way as Harmony and I took our helmets off, and it felt as if every eye was on us as we walked across the parking lot.
Her face wasn’t camouflaged here, on RTMC property, but she still wore glasses and took precautions when we were out and she wasn’t wearing a helmet. We’d tested her face on government cameras three times now — in New York again, in a small town in Florida, and in Charleston, South Carolina. There’d been no activity, but we weren’t going to relax just yet.
I walked her to the table with the food, and we put the four lasagna pans on it, and then I sat us at another table with Duke, Gen, and a handful of others. Gonzo sat down beside her, put his arm around her for a brief hug, and she leaned into him, smiled, and talked to him a few minutes. I could see and smell the surprise at this — Gonzo fucked women, he didn’t make friends with them. The only exception anyone was aware of was Gen, and now my Harmony had been included, and this just upped everyone’s curiosity about her.
People stopped by to talk to us and be introduced, and Harmony handled herself with class.
The paintball battles were a blast, and even though the men ended up beating the women, they gave us a run for our money.
And it was nice to be on the same team with my brothers, again. Duke hugged me when it was over — not a sideways guy hug, but a full-on embrace, and I hugged him back.
He told me, “Great to have you back. You leave again and I’ll kick your ass.”
“Good to be back. You hurt my woman again and I’ll kick yours.”
He grinned as he pulled away and said, “Honestly? I think I may be more afraid of her than you.” His eyes went more serious as he lowered his voice to say, “I saw the look in her eyes when she ended Ivankov. She’s a scary, frosty bitch when she needs to be.”
Yeah, and she’d always be my Ice, even if I had to call her Buttercup, now. I nodded to him and said, “And she’s mine.”
I gathered the bottles of alcohol she’d brought, along with her shot glass and shaker, and set her up at our table to make Long Island Iced Tea. Bethany had arrived with Ranger, Mac, and Jonathan, and once Harmony was clear Bethany was here with three guys, and they were all in a relationship, and Bethany considered the guys her harem, she high-fived Bethany and then the two women started downing Long Island Tea at record speed.
I’d been a little worried about the nickname the club would give her, and a few hours into the party, when Bash started calling her Ice Tea, I relaxed, and watched the love of my life make friends with all the people who are important to me.
Well after midnight, when she and Bethany were dancing suggestively together on a picnic table, I decided it was time to take her to the back of the clubhouse. I had my old room back — Duke hadn’t given it away. He’d kept it empty, telling everyone I’d be back, I just didn’t know it yet.
I’d put sheets on the bed, and stocked it with condoms and lube, earlier, as well as a change of clothes for her tomorrow, and the brand of shampoo and conditioner she liked.
We didn’t use condoms anymore, but I’d wear one for our first time trying anal, so if it didn’t work I could take it off and go straight into her pussy without making a big deal of it.
It was late enough all the kids were either cloistered inside with the babysitters, or had been taken home. This late at an RTMC party, there was a lot of nudity, and a few people fucking in dark corners. In another hour they’d be fucking on the tables, too.
Mac and I walked to the table, stepped up on a bench, and grabbed our respective women around the waist. I wrapped Harmony around me, her legs circling my hips, her arms grasping my neck, and as I headed towards the clubhouse I heard Bethany’s groan as she was sandwiched between Mac and Ranger, one kissing her while the other stood behind her and kissed the side of her neck.
We were assaulted by high-pitched female screams as we entered the clubhouse, and saw Bash and Dawg double-teaming Kat, one in her ass and the other in her pussy. Kat was another of the club’s skanks, available for whoever wanted her, whenever they wanted her, however they wanted her. Kat could give excellent blow jobs. I’d been in her ass and mouth, but hadn’t been in her pussy.
Gonzo was stretched out on the sofa, one girl blowing him while Margie sat on his face.
Yeah, it was good to be home, but all that was behind me. I discovered I didn’t mind, though. I’d never gone to bed horny — if I wanted a warm hole for my cock, it was always available, but it’d just been sex.
It meant more with Harmony. I had her heart, and she had mine.
Harmony
Even as drunk as I was, I was a little shocked at the sex happening as we walked past. Did none of these people do the old-fashioned man-and-woman sex?
I’d been used by more than one man at a time when the Russians had me, and it’d been horrible.
What little I’d seen of Bethany between Ranger and Mac had been sweet, though.
I couldn’t say the same about the way Bash and Dawg were plowing the fake blonde, though she’d seemed to be enjoying herself.
I couldn’t see the face of the guy on the sofa, but the girl sitting on his face was making pleasure sounds, and the girl giving him a blowjob wasn’t shy about sloppy slobber sounds.
Still, I mumbled into Brain’s neck. “Just you. No one else.”
“Damned straight,” he answered as we went through a door. “No one touches you sexually but me. I’m glad you feel close enough to some of my brothers to hug them, but take it any farther and I’ll kick their ass and spank yours.”
“You try to spank mine and I’ll kick yours. You might be bigger and stronger than me, but you gotta sleep sometime.”
He chuckled and asked, “Thought you were drunk?”
“So. Fucking. Drunk. Yeah.” I took a breath, smelled the various liquors in my own breath as I let it out, and said, “Just drunk enough for you to fuck my ass, hopefully.”
He took me into a bedroom, closed and locked the door, and then walked me to the bed. Instead of putting me on it, he sat down, and moved one hand to my cheek as he took my mouth in a kiss that told me he’d wanted to kiss me for a while now, but had waited until we were behind closed doors.
I got lost in the kiss, lost in him, and when he pulled away, I moaned in protest.
“Too many clothes, Buttercup.”
I lifted my arms in the air to help as he pulled my shirt over my head, and let them drop as he unclasped my bra so it could fall off, and gasped as he brushed the roughest part of his tongue across my nipple.
He transferred me to the bed on my back, removed my shoes, stripped my jeans and panties off, and then quickly removed all of his clothes, as well.
His mouth went straight to my groin, I felt his nose hit the oval ring holding my outer lips together, and suddenly felt brave enough to let him see.
He’d asked — twice — to let him see under the piercing, and I’d merely shook my head in answer both times. He hadn’t pushed, and I loved him for it.
I was a freak of nature now, and hadn’t let anyone see, but I knew he loved all of me, even the mutilated, ugly parts.
Also, I was full of drunken courage.
Whatever the reason, I felt for the segment, clicked it up, and slid the titanium from the piercing.
Without missing a beat, Brain’s tongue went up on either side of my naked clit, licking and teasing without touching, and I rested my head on the bed with a moan as my heart tried to beat out of my chest.
I have no idea how long he spent licking the area around my exposed clit while his fingers worked my pussy, and I lost track of how many orgasms I had. In my drunken state, I totally forgot there were wolves in the building who could hear me. As loud as I was, probably the ones outside, too.
When his fingers moved from my pussy to my ass, I ground my hips up, inviting him in, and as he pressed a single finger inside, I moaned, “Fuck, yeah. Why did we wait so long to do this? Shit, fuck,
more
… Brain. Give me more.”
My groan was deep and long as he pressed two slick fingers in. I hadn’t noticed him fucking around with a bottle of lube, but he must’ve at some point, and the burn and stretch of two fingers was perfect.
I did notice the condom, and saw him rubbing something shiny on it as he kneeled between my legs.
The condom didn’t go far back — he’d made himself super long and skinny. I shook my head and told him, “No, thicker, shorter. Fuck me with a cock, not another finger. I’m good,
really
. I can take it.”
I could see his wolf in his eyes as he analyzed me, could sense him smelling me, and he finally said, “On your hands and knees, then, but turn around so you can see me behind you, in the mirror.”
The wall beside his bed had a huge assed mirror on it, and I turned sideways in the queen sized bed and looked at myself, saw my fuzzy, drunk eyes, and then looked up at Brain, on his knees behind me, lining his cock up with my asshole.
He held my gaze as he pressed into me, and while I knew he was narrower than his normal size, he’d done as I asked and made it the size of a cock — albeit a less well-endowed one.
I groaned as he pressed in a few inches, and he started pulling out.
“I can take more,” I insisted. “Need to take more. Stop being so damned
gentle
.”
“I’ll be as gentle as I fucking want, and you’ll take what I give you.” His gaze was locked with mine in the mirror, and I nodded agreement to his wolf’s eyes before I closed mine and bent my arms so my torso rested on the bed. I rested my cheek on the cool sheets as I told him, “I know it’s you, Brain. Now I need you to fuck my ass. Let your wolf go a little. I’m
good
.”
He gave me another couple of slow strokes, and then took me at my word and gradually sped up.
I couldn’t be sure, but it felt as he if let himself go a little thicker every couple of minutes, and before long my ass was spread wide — opened and invaded and fucked — and I loved every damned minute of it. What is it about anal sex? It’s dirty and taboo, and feels wrong and right at the same time. My time with the Russians never entered my mind — it was just Brain and I in the room, his cock pounding my ass, owning it, owning
me
, and nothing else mattered.
I screamed, begged, demanded, and shouted
Yes!
a shit ton of times. If there were shapeshifters across the street, it’s possible they heard me, but at the time I wasn’t thinking of anything except his cock in my ass, his hands on my hips, the constant motion of the bed, the burn of the stretch, the friction of the movement.
And Brain, as he took me as no one else had for far too long, and all I could do was scream my bliss.
I reached down, squeezed my lips over the top of my clit, pressed in, and froze as an orgasm crashed down on me like the waves of a stormy ocean, pounding and pounding, inundating me with pleasure and bliss until I couldn’t even scream anymore, could only lie frozen, my mouth open in a silent scream.
He’d started with a condom, but must’ve taken it off one of the times he pulled all the way out, because now I felt warmth filling me as he came in my ass, his human vocal cords making wolf noises as he filled me, his hands gripping my hips enough to bruise, but it wasn’t a bad thing, it was exactly as it was supposed to be.
* * * *
I awakened the next morning more on top of Brain than beside him, my head on his bare chest, my body curled between his arm and body.
I immediately remembered the night before, the dancing on the table with Bethany, and the night of sex with Brain. My head was fine now, but I worried it might not be when I moved, so I held it perfectly still as I lifted my arm and traced Brain’s ab muscles, following them down to his Adonis belt until I was at the base of his cock. I had to move my head to reach so far down his body, and it seemed fine, so I kept going until my mouth was there, and I licked his length before I took him into my mouth.
Brain groaned and said, “Glad I washed up last night, ‘cause it would’ve been a bitch to have to stop you.
Fuck
, that feels good.”
Funny, I hadn’t even considered where his dick had been last night, and didn’t really care now. It tasted clean, smelled fine, and I wanted to get him off with my mouth. I didn’t for a second think he’d leave me if I never managed to give him an acceptable blowjob, but I wanted to give this to him, wanted to make him feel good.
He’d done so much to help me enjoy sex again — sex in all its forms. I needed to do this for him, but also for myself.
Ivankov was dead. No longer living. Swimming with the fishes. Or, more accurately, likely fish shit by now. It was time I exorcised him from my psyche.
Brain adjusted me so I was straddling his chest as I worked his cock with my mouth, and he played with my opening, teasing me.
I did fine until his hips started moving, and the instant I froze, he turned me around, sat me on his abdomen, and held my torso up, his hands on my upper arms as he ordered, “Look at me,
focus
, Buttercup. Come back, come back… there you are. With me?”
I nodded, and he let me down, snuggled onto his chest, and held me. “We’ll get there, I’m so proud of you for getting as far as you did. Nothing can stop you when you put your mind to something.”
I nodded and told him, “I started something and didn’t finish. Can I watch you get yourself off?”
He shook his head. “Nope, I’m good. Gonna save up for later. Haven’t fucked you on the kitchen counter of the apartment, yet.”
I chuckled. “Mmmm. Things to look forward to.”
Fifteen minutes later, I’d had a quick shower, dried my hair, and put clothes on.
“There’re a few things you need to know before we join the others who’re awake in the clubhouse.”
I sat on the bed, propped the heel of my boot on the bedrail, and started lacing it. “Go ahead.”
He squatted in front of me and said, “You were loud last night. Really loud. The wolves are always gonna hear, but since not all the human girlfriends know about us, we don’t tease about it at breakfast, since a brother can’t explain how he heard something his woman didn’t.”
I glanced up, then went back to lacing. “But I was loud enough even the humans heard?”
“Yeah, which means someone’ll likely bring it up.”