Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
“Do you want to touch yourself?” I ask, flicking my eyes towards her lower half, which I know is as desperate for an orgasm as I am. She nods the best she can with my cock stuffed in her mouth, and I chuckle. “I don’t know… you did tell me a lie.” Her brows furrow into a frustrated frown, and I laugh harder. “Don’t even pretend like I’m wrong. You lied to me about lying to me. You didn’t hustle us. You just wanted me to fuck your mouth, didn’t you?”
Her hand slams onto the mattress, and her eyes shut for a second, but I yank on her ponytail to get her attention on me again. “Don’t worry. You’ll get to come too. But only when I want you to, and only by my hand.”
She exhales through her nose and nods once more, and I resume my fucking of her mouth.
I’m so close. I could slow down and drag it out, using her mouth for my satisfaction for as long as I want. Her submissiveness is sensuous, and it’s so tempting to enjoy dominating her like this all night. But I want to watch her fall apart too. I need to see her face as she experiences pure bliss at the tips of my fingers. Nothing compares to her beauty when she finds release.
I slam my dick in all the way and groan as it pulses, and my cum shoots down her throat. Her eyes close, and she moans around me, swallowing every drop I give her. I hold her in place, my hips twitching with each wave of euphoria that washes over me, keeping my dick in her mouth until my orgasm ends.
Her tongue swirls around my cock as I remove it, prompting it to pulse one last time, and she greedily sucks the cum from me. “Fuck!” I exclaim, yanking her off and tugging her onto my lap as I sit back on my heels.
My fingers weave into her hair, and I remove the elastic from her ponytail, letting it tumble down her back and around her shoulders in large, loose waves. I yank the hair at her nape, tilting her chin up, and kiss down her throat as my other hand curls around her ass and my fingers thrust up into her pussy. She’s tight, wet, and warm, and I groan against her neck as she yells my name to the ceiling, her nails scratching across my naked shoulder blades.
“That’s it,” I say, pumping my fingers into her as hard as I can. Her breasts bounce as she rocks against me, rubbing her clit on my skin. “Just like that, Cassandra. Goddess, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
I shake my head and clamp my mouth onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. It will fade by morning, but I don’t care. All I care about is leaving some type of mark on her—my name on her thigh, my cum in her pussy, my bruises on her skin, or my hickey on her neck. They all may be temporary, but it’s the only way to satisfy my need to claim her.
She continues grinding herself against me, her nipples brushing my chest, her body writhing in a magnificent erotic dance in my lap. Tension creeps into her muscles; my arm wraps around her, and I draw her in tighter, cupping her ass while continuing the thrusting of my other hand, tearing my mouth from her neck so I can watch her face as she falls apart. She shivers, her pink lips drop open into a perfect “O,” and her pussy pulsates around my fingers, drawing them in further with each wave of her orgasm. I push them in deeper as well, ruthless while fingering her pussy, wringing every drop of bliss from her and claiming it for myself.
Her pleasure is a picture I want to paint, and her sounds inspire me to write a song just for her. She gives all of herself to me as she comes, holding nothing back, releasing every inhibition.
The last of her euphoria fades, leaving us breathless and clinging to each other, sweat gleaming on our bodies in the silvery moonlight. Her chin lowers, and her eyes meet mine, soft and swirling with desire and her lycan. Her hands slide up the back of my neck, and she kisses me, long and lingering, as my fingers trail up her spine. I lay her on the bed, covering her body with mine and hugging her close, combing through her hair as I embrace her with warmth and affection.
She traces my jaw, watching the path of her fingers, the gold in her eyes more prominent than ever. “Nolan…” She swallows and wets her lips, her chest still heaving and causing her nipples to scrape my torso.
“Yes?” I ask, twirling her hair around my fingers as I prop my head on my other hand.
The determination in her eyes wavers for the briefest of moments. A split second, almost undetectable, but I see it. Then she reaches up to kiss me again, closing her eyes to hide the hesitancy from me and from the world. When she looks at me again, there is a sparkle of mischief dotting the greens and golds of her irises. “I won’t trick you again, Nolie,” she says, her playfulness leaking into her voice and her smile. “I promise.”
I laugh, deep and loud, and shake my head at her, rubbing her bottom lip with my thumb. “I think you enjoyed your punishment too much to keep that promise.”
Her laughter joins with mine, and I press our foreheads together, curling my body around hers. She snuggles into the safe circle of my arms and my chest, and her hands cup my face as she says, “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”
I sigh and smile down at her. “I guess we will, Daisy.”
CASSANDRA
The gentle plucking of guitar strings fills the house as I descend the stairs from the bedroom. I pause on the bottom step, hand curling around the post of the banister, where I find Nolan in the living room, sitting on the piano bench with the rest of the room—and me—behind him. He has the lid of the piano propped open. My vase of daisies sits in the corner, out of the way, and the sunlight glitters across the shining surface of the black piano. It reflects into the room, illuminating his skin and the daisies, creating a bubble of happy, sparkling light.
I watch his bare back as he plays his guitar with his chin ducked to see his fingers on the frets. The wings tattooed across his shoulder blades seem to flutter with the rippling movements of his torso as he plays, then pauses to jot chords onto the paper next to him on the piano bench, and then plays again.
A soft smile spreads across my face as I watch him, inching forward into the room on tiptoe. He doesn’t flinch or register my presence, too engrossed in his instrument and the simple tune he’s composing. My hand glides along the smooth surface of the piano, stopping and resting right above the keys as I pause and continue to stare at him in his quiet reverie.
He’s softer like this. Gentler. Still stoic and reticent but also at peace with himself and the world.
I slip between the bench and the piano, sweeping the skirt of my mauve dress off the surface as I sit beside him, playing a simple chord on the keys that harmonizes with the chords he plays on his guitar.
He lifts his eyes to mine, and they light up, glittering in the sunlight like two unique gemstones. “Don’t stop,” I say, lifting my hands from the keys and nodding at his guitar as he leans forward and sets it back on the stand. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“It’s fine,” he says, cupping my cheek and kissing my forehead. “It’s just a song I’m working on. I’m trying to get the pieces of it down when they pop into my head.”
I nod and tap out a scale on the keys with one hand. “I know how that is. I’ve even gotten out of bed in the middle of the night to work out a melody I randomly thought of just before falling asleep.”
“Your mother loved that, I’m sure.”
I laugh. “If by loved it you mean hated it, then yes.”
He swings one leg over the bench and smiles at me, playing the opening section of the higher notes of “Heart and Soul.” He pauses and nods at my hands, waiting for me to play the lower melody line.
I sigh and shake my head but begin the song for him, laughing as he bobs his head to the beat I keep as I play, jumping in with his part almost a hair too late.
“I’m a little rusty on this one,” he says over our duet.
“I can tell!”
He laughs with me, and we finish the song. I lean back against his chest as he wraps his arms around my shoulders, burying his nose in the top of my hair. “I’ve been wondering if you played,” I say, looking up at him from my cozy spot in his arms.
“I do. Not as well as you, but I do.”
I stare at the piano again, trailing my fingers over the black and white keys. “I thought you were mad at me that day.”
“When you played ‘Un Sospiro’?” I nod and bring my hand back to our embrace, stroking his forearm. “I was a little mad at first because you touched my piano without my permission. But once I heard and saw you playing, I wasn’t. How could I be? Everything about it was beautiful—ethereal.”
“Then why were you so tense?” I ask.
“I was holding myself back.” He trails his nose down my cheek, inhaling along the way.
I blink at him, feigning ignorance and innocence. “From?”
He growls and nips at my neck, yanking me tighter against his chest. I laugh, and he smiles against my skin, then presses a soft-as-silk kiss right above my marking spot. The kiss leaves me shivering and breathless and makes my heart skip a beat in my chest.
“Play something for me?” he asks, his deep voice vibrating against my back and his lips tickling my neck.
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