Wicked Fall by Sawyer Bennett

  She even attempts to shut the door on me, but I stick a quick leg out and manage to get my boot in between the door and the jamb before it closes. She looks over her shoulder at me in surprise and then turns away, walking into the kitchen.

  "Go away, Woolf. I'll see you at work on Monday," she says in a tired voice.

  I don't respond but follow her right into the kitchen. "Are your parents here?"

  "No," she says in surprise as she turns to look at me. "Why would that--?"

  That's as far as she gets before I'm on her, taking her face in between my roughened palms and kissing the ever-loving fuck out of her. I had planned to talk when I got here, but apparently, I've got a new game plan that I'm making up as I go along. The terrible warring sensations of rage, jealousy, guilt, and desire overwhelming me, and because I suck at talking and excel at fucking, I decide to try that angle first.

  Callie gasps the minute our lips touch, and then a silky moan floats up her throat and settles against my tongue. It tastes better than anything I've ever had in my mouth. One hand behind her head, another pressed into her lower back, and I pull her in so I can feel every single beautiful inch of her body flush against me.

  I take a few steps, walking her backward into the stainless steel refrigerator, and when she's good and truly trapped, I pull away from her slightly, drawing my one hand from the back of her head to grip her jaw. Her eyes are filled with lust and wariness, which is a hauntingly beautiful look. It makes my cock even harder.

  "I'm sorry I didn't call you," I tell her. "I'm sorry I stayed away from you. Okay?"

  She nods against the hold I have on her.

  "We'll talk about Will and us later, okay?"

  She nods again.

  "I'm going to make you come now with my face between your legs, okay?"

  "Oh, God," she moans, and I drop to my knees before her.

  Chapter 12

  Callie

  I feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone.

  Woolf Jennings kneeling at my feet.

  Beautifully unattainable Woolf Jennings, who has walked away from me on three prior occasions, now kneeling at my feet. I wonder how fast he's going to walk away from me this time.

  Woolf sits back on his haunches and skims his hands slowly up the outside of my denim-clad legs. When they reach my hips, he squeezes and in a low, husky, oh-so-very-sexy voice, he says, "Do you like having your pussy eaten?"

  My face flushes hot, and I cut my gaze away from him because the naked lust in his eyes is too overwhelming.

  He squeezes my hips again to get my attention. "Callie?"

  I slowly look back down at him and whisper, "Um... I don't know. Will didn't really like to--"

  "Fucking, pansy-ass motherfucker," Woolf mutters as he squeezes a little too hard on my hips. "He never deserved you."

  "At least he wanted me," I say with my chin rising, feeling the need to defend Will, or really, defend my choice of a man.

  "I always wanted you, Callie," he says, and I hear truth in his words. "I just didn't think I should have you. Big difference."

  "And now?"

  "And now I'm not going to fight it. Bridger says I should go for this, so I intend to."

  I give a mirthful chuckle. "That Bridger... Mr. Know-It-All."

  Woolf's hands come to the button of my jeans, and he skillfully pops it open. He pinches the zipper and slowly slides it down before peeling the fly open. Leaning in, he places a whisper of a kiss on the skin just above the waistband of my panties.

  "When I get done with you, you're going to love having your pussy eaten," he tells me with quiet confidence.

  My hands rise up, my fingers sift into his hair, and I gently rub his scalp. He actually tilts his head, pushing into one of my palms with eyes closed and lets out a purr of satisfaction.

  "Woolf," I murmur and his eyes open up, gorgeously blue like the Wyoming sky. "I went to the doctor and got tested. I'm all good, and Will assured me he always wore protection."

  He gives me a slight nod with a smile, and then leans back from me slightly. His hand taps at one ankle. "Lift your foot."

  I do and he removes one of my boots, tossing it over his shoulder, before doing the same to the other leg. Woolf looks up at me and says, "Do me a favor, Cal. Take off your shirt and bra."

  Modesty overwhelms me, and I hesitate. Woolf has made me come three times, and he's never seen me naked. What if my breasts aren't large enough? Or I have cellulite on my thighs that grosses him out? Fuck... did I shave today? Yes, I think I did.

  "Callie," Woolf says gently, and my eyes lock with his. "Let me see those beautiful tits."

  I swallow hard and with shaking hands, lift the hem of the lightweight turtleneck I am wearing up and over my head, pulling it off. Giving a shake of my hair, I drop the shirt to the floor.

  Woolf's eyes gaze hungrily at my chest, and he licks his bottom lip. "Bra, too."

  I reach to the center front clasp and flick it open, slowly peeling it aside. My breasts are on the small side, or so I think, barely filling my B cup. But at least they're perky, and I don't have to look down to know my nipples are contracted into tight buds.

  "Christ," Woolf says almost as if in prayer. "So fucking beautiful."

  His hands get to work, pushing my jeans and underwear down together, deftly lifting each of my legs to pull the material free right along with my socks. And then I am completely and starkly naked in front of him as he once against leans back on his haunches and devours me with his eyes.

  Another wave of modesty hits, and my hands come up to cover my breasts. He actually growls at me before they even get halfway there and says in a warning tone, "Your hands can touch your breasts but it only better be to pinch your nipples while I'm tongue fucking you, okay?"

  "Oh, jeez," I mutter.

  Well... that was more of a moan.

  Woolf grins at me as his hands come back to my hips. "Little Callie Hayes likes her some dirty talk, huh?"

  My face goes red, but there is one thing I don't like, and that's Woolf referencing the Old Callie. He needs to know... I'm a big girl and while I'm fighting through some unease at this completely new experience, I'm also perfectly capable of handling the Big Bad Woolf.

  Woolf chuckles as he takes in my blush, but I wipe that smile right off his face when I bring my hands all the way up and do exactly as he instructed. I pinch and twist my nipples with my fingers, giving a low moan of appreciation over how damn good that feels.

  And that smile does indeed disappear and his eyes go dark with something that I can't describe. It's carnal and deeply possessive, and in this moment, I know Woolf is going to devour me.

  With a large hand coming up to my stomach, Woolf gives me a slight push until I lean back against the refrigerator. The cold steel against my back feels amazing against my heated skin. He then gently picks up one leg and places it over his shoulder.

  My hands freeze their motions and I stare in avid fascination down at him as he stares in frank appreciation at me. Or is that... reverence? A sharp pang of pleasure hits me square between the legs before he even touches me, and I almost become afraid of his touch. As if I won't be able to handle it.

  Woolf's large hands are gentle as they go back to my hips, but only briefly before they are sliding inward. His fingers brush softly against my skin and then they are peeling me wide apart. I have only a brief moment of embarrassment that he has me so exposed and vulnerable standing in my kitchen completely naked, before he brings his mouth to me in what I can only describe as a hot, wet, openmouthed kiss against me.

  A guttural sound tears loose and my knee buckles, causing strain on my other leg resting on his shoulder. Woolf merely moves one hand in between my legs so he can press his hand to my bare ass to help hold me steady, never once letting his mouth move from me.

  If I thought Woolf's fingers and dick were magical, I'd say his tongue is almost divine in nature. It seems to know exactly how to lick and flutter against me, putting the right amount of p
ressure and stimulation against my clit. He's in between my legs no more than a minute before I feel myself starting to tighten up.

  Woolf briefly pulls away and looks up at me. "Hands on your tits, baby."

  "Huh?" I ask in a daze as I realize my fingers are sunk deep into his hair, and I've got it in a death grip.

  "Put those fingers to better use than scalping me and play with your tits," he says with a smirk, his lips shiny wet from his ministrations.

  I release his hair and cup my breasts, massaging them as requested. Woolf watches me a moment and when he's satisfied, he returns his mouth to me. He alternates lazy circular licks with fast flutters and my hips start rotating against him--tilting forward, seeking more of his touch. He groans over my response and pushes against me harder, moving his tongue against me faster. Licking at me roughly, sucking my clit.

  I look down at his dark head moving back and forth as he eats me alive, and I think to myself... Woolf Jennings has his tongue inside me.

  Woolf Jennings is eating my pussy.

  With a sharp slap of his tongue against my clit, I start to come, feeling it carefully break free with an exquisitely sharp burst of power that makes me cry out, just before it travels through my entire body like an unquenchable wave. Woolf presses harder and laps at me fervently, drawing out my orgasm until tears spring up in my eyes because the sensation is just too overwhelming. My hands fall to his head, and I actually shove him away from me.

  With reluctance, Woolf gives in and lets me push his face back. He swipes his hand across his mouth and grins up at me. Gently lowering my leg to the floor, he says, "You taste so fucking good, Callie. I expect I'm going to be doing that quite a bit to you."

  I laugh nervously and suck in a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of my heart even though I feel prickles of pleasure still zinging through me. Woolf sits up straight on his knees, and he deftly opens his belt and jeans. He pushes them down his hips just far enough to pull his cock out, and I get my first really good look at it. While I felt its massive girth and length both with my hand and deep inside of me the other night, it's quite a different story to see the beauty of it.

  And it is incredibly beautiful.

  I never gave much thought to that part of the male anatomy that made sex possible. Will's wasn't particularly big, but it wasn't small. It filled me okay, but it was just... a penis.

  This, though. This large, solid shaft is utterly magnificent with strong veins running down its length and a wide, flared head that has a bit of clear pre-cum dribbling from the slit. Woolf strokes it lazily with just his forefinger and thumb as he watches me checking out what is most definitely not just a penis.

  It's a cock.

  Woolf holds his other hand out to me and with a wicked grin says, "Come on, darlin'. Climb aboard."

  He gives me a tug, and I step forward on shaky legs as he lowers back down until his ass rests on his heels. He pulls on me until I'm standing over his lap and urges me down. My hands balance myself on his shoulders, and I squat down toward that monstrous dick looming upward in anticipation. Woolf uses a hand on my hip and the other at the base of his shaft to guide our union.

  When the head touches the outer lips of my pussy, Woolf drags it back and forth a few times and even thumps it once on my clit. I gasp and my eyes flare wide in surprise, causing Woolf to chuckle.

  So many things I'm learning.

  "Come on, Callie," he says gruffly. "Sink that gorgeous pussy down on my cock. I want you to ride me, baby."

  And oh, God... he's so sinfully bad. Filthy-talking boy who makes me want to do every dirty thing he commands of me.

  I slowly push down onto him, feeling my flesh expand. Feeling the nip of pain as he invades me, knowing how good it's going to feel when he's all the way in.

  Woolf groans as I drop down, and he has an almost pained look on his face as he watches his cock disappear into me. He looks up at me, huffs out a pent-up breath, and says, "God, Callie. You just don't know how good you feel on me."

  My entire body goes almost liquid hearing him say that. It's not just a generalized statement that pops out of your mouth during the heat of some really good sex. Woolf was saying that I feel good to him. He's saying it in a way that means I feel better than anything he's ever felt before, and as I lower myself all the way down on his erection, and he fills me up fuller than I've ever been before, I feel my heart start to fall prey to this dangerous wolf.

  His hands come to my hips and he holds me there just a moment so he can kiss me. A deep, toe-curling kiss that causes me to hunger for something more. His hands slide down to my ass and he urges me to lift up. I keep my feet firmly planted on the slate tile of my mother's designer kitchen, and I raise myself off his cock. When I get to the end... when I feel the head of his cock stretching me a bit before breaking free, I push back down on him roughly.

  "Fuck yes," Woolf hisses as he closes his eyes in rapture, and a thrill of power runs through me that I did that to him.

  I rise up and fall back down on him, feeling myself getting wetter with every gliding stroke. Woolf holds me steady by my hips, uses his powerful arms to help my movements. I ride him faster and faster until my breasts are bouncing almost painfully. As I start to tire, I merely loop my arms over his shoulders and clasp my hands behind his head. I use his strong upper body to pull myself up and down on him. Woolf starts to take over, needing me to go faster and harder than I am. His hands under my ass grip me hard, and he practically bounces me up and down on his cock. He's hitting me so deeply, so deliciously, I start to feel another orgasm building.

  "Christ," Woolf pants through gritted teeth. His cheek is pressed against mine as I hold onto him tight. "I'm so close but I don't want to come yet. This feels too good."

  I can only grunt in response as he hits my g-spot over and over again, pounding another orgasm into me. It breaks free just as he slams me down and my arms and legs tighten around him so hard, he can't lift me back up. So instead, he just holds me down on him tightly as I start to shudder and grinds his pelvis up and against mine. I let out a soft curse, a keening moan, and I bite his shoulder hard through the material of his shirt.

  That's when I realize I can feel him pulsing inside of me as he groans out his own release. He squeezes me so tight, I can't breathe, yet I want him to hold me tighter. We both shake, our orgasms mingling with each other to where I can't tell if the vibrations of pleasure are from him or me.

  Probably both.

  Our eruptions were epic and take time to fade. It takes several moments for our breathing to even. Woolf grazes his lips across mine before laying his forehead on my shoulder. He embraces me intimately while we are still melded together.

  "I think you broke me," Woolf murmurs lazily.

  I giggle and my muscles involuntarily contract around him, which causes him to groan.

  "I think my ovaries exploded," I tell him as my face presses into his neck and his hand strokes my back.

  "Let me see if I can walk, and if so, I'm taking you back to your bedroom for round two. Only then will I be able to hear what you have to say about your ex-douche."

  I cluck at him in disapproval, pulling my face back to look at him in censure.

  He gives me a wide-eyed, innocent look. "What?"

  "Be nice. He's come crawling into town with his tail between his legs," I say with admonishment.

  Woolf snorts. "That's just the end of the flogger that dom-bitch stuck in his ass."

  I gasp over his crude words. "Just stop it. Just don't."

  "Are you defending him?" Woolf asks me with incredulity. "With my cock still deep inside of you and my cum leaking out, are you defending that asshole?"

  "No," I say in exasperation. "But I just don't want you making this harder. And every time you remind me what a freak he is, it makes me feel foolish all over again."

  Immediate apology fills Woolf's eyes, and his hands come to my face. He kisses me quickly and then pulls back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean--"


  "I know," I say as I place my fingers over his lips to silence him. "Now, I believe you mentioned something about a second round?"

  The irises around Woolf's eyes turn the color of cobalt and his pupils constrict slightly. It's the way I imagine a real wolf's eyes would change when the thrill of a hunt loomed near. I hate to disappoint him though. If he thinks I'm going to run and give him an exhilarating chase, he'd be wrong about that.

  I've already rolled over and bared my throat to him in submission.

  I'm his.

  Chapter 13

  Woolf

  My cock is all kinds of sore from the amount of fucking we did yesterday afternoon, well into the late night hours, and then again twice this morning before she had to leave for breakfast. I wanted to make it three times--at the very least get her off with my mouth before she left to meet Will in town--but she pushed me away and said, "No more. I'm done."

  I can't help but smirk when I think about that look on her face. It was the look of a woman well used and loving every bit of the sting I left between those perfect legs. It filled me with no small amount of pride to put that sting there, and I hope she feels it when she's sending that douche on his way. I hope it make her squirm in her seat with a bit of discomfort while she listens to Will beg her to take him back.

  I stand at the back of my truck, resting my forearms on top of tailgate. Casually chewing on the end of a piece of straw, I watch the door to Zed's from my vantage point across the street and down one block. Callie's been in there with Will for going on just over an hour now, laying the hammer down on him. If I'm lucky, he'll be on an afternoon flight out of here, headed back to suburbia without my woman.

  And yes... that is exactly what Callie Hayes is. At least for now.

  True to my word, after I fucked her for the second time yesterday, we lay on her bed and we talked. She told me everything that Will had said when he showed up at her house. I wasn't interested in his apologies or decrees that he would never let it happen again, but I listened to her relay it all to me. In fact, I had to listen because if there was a snowball's chance in hell she was thinking about going back to that asshole, I had to be ready with the right words to dissuade her.

  It turns out, I did have some wisdom to impart. Not going to lie... it put me on edge a bit when Callie said, "I guess I just don't understand why he would do something so... so..."