This is from my new novella from Changeling Press, Moon Bitten
When Jared Scott wants to hunt a werewolf, he ends up prey, not predator…
Amanda chuckled and moved away toward one of the elliptical machines. After climbing on and adjusting the settings, she started moving. As Jared watched, her legs went into a bicycle sort of motion. Circular, as she bobbed up and down, one foot rising as she pushed down with the other.
What a sight she made. As she moved rhythmically, her muscles bunched and then stretched evenly. Her firm butt and thighs drew his gaze. Up, down. Contract, extend. How easy to imagine his cock between her legs, snug inside her as she slid up and down.
Probably a trick of his heated imagination, but a feminine musk seemed to permeate the air around her, reaching far enough to tickle at his nostrils. Self-deception on his part, or normal human reaction, as she’d put it, on hers?
He rose and approached her. She noticed him coming near and looked away, never slowing in her movement. The scent grew stronger the closer he got. Odd. He’d had more than a little experience with highly aroused women, as he always made sure his partners enjoyed themselves as much as he did. None had ever given off a perfume that went to his gut and down to his balls like this one did.
She was one powerful female who could lift as much as a man and apparently had as quick a trigger as he did, too.
He walked around to stand in front of the machine and look up at her. Her skin was definitely flushed, and her eyes had half closed. She looked for all the world as if she was pleasuring herself by pushing up and down. As if she was pressing her legs together to create pressure on her hot button.
He cleared his throat. “If we’re going to be perfectly frank…”
She opened her eyes fully and smiled at him. “Yes, Jared?”
“That reaction of mine… might you be experiencing the same thing?”
“I don’t have an erection.”
“True, but you might be getting…” Good Lord, what a conversation. He’d normally never say anything like this to a woman until they’d been intimate at least once.
Amanda didn’t seem put off but kept on bobbing up and down.
“… hot?”
“That’s as good a word as any. I might be getting hot.”
“Can I help?”
She lifted an eyebrow. “Help?”
“Scratch what itches.” He cleared his throat. “As it were.”
“Do you think you can find the itch?” she said in a sultry contralto.
“Unless you’re built differently than other women, I guess I can.”
“Then give it a try.” He stepped closer to the machine and reached around it to slide his hand up the inside of her thigh. No wonder she gave off such a tantalizing scent. Her sex had already become wet enough to dampen his fingers. When he found her most sensitive spot, she quivered and stopped moving for a second.
“Am I on target?” he asked.
“Oh… um…”
He rubbed her gently, rolling the nub through the fabric of her leggings. “There?”
“Yes.” The word came out on a strangled cry. Then she resumed her movements, pumping with her legs. Upward and then down again, pressing her pussy into his hand on every downward thrust.
What an amazing sight she made, all sleek muscle and feminine curves, straining against his hand as her eyes closed in bliss and color crept over her cheeks and throat. Her chest took on the same glow, and her nipples hardened beneath the sports bra. He’d see that for himself -- because she was going to come, and soon. He hadn’t studied so many women approaching climax to miss the signs with this one. The rapid, shallow breathing that turned to gasps. The angling of the pelvis to get just the right friction. The wetness of her sex, spreading even to her thighs. Yes, he’d hear her cry of release in another minute, if it took even that long.
And there. She worked frantically for a moment, as if she couldn’t get enough. Staying with her, he kept rubbing her clit, even on her upswings. As her moisture spilled into his hand, she tensed, and a loud cry tore out of her chest. For several heartbeats, she held still while he finished her. Inside, her pussy would be convulsing, and his cock stiffened as if it could feel her gripping at his length.
When she’d finished, she bent over the machine’s controls, moaning.
Finally, he removed his hand from between her legs and brought it to his nose for a deep whiff of her perfume. “Lady, you are something else.”
She opened her eyes and fixed him with a blue gaze that took his breath away. Pure lust. Hunger like he’d never seen before. As if he’d confronted a wild animal that hadn’t eaten in weeks. An animal that could devour him. And right about now, that seemed about the most wonderful thing that could happen to him.
“I guess you’re not done with me,” he said.
She ran a fingertip down his forehead, along the length of his nose and finally placed it against his lips. “I wouldn’t want to wear you out.”
“I’m not tired,” he said. “I haven’t even started. There is one problem, though.”
She bit her lip in a way that made him ache to do the same. So, he did. Not biting exactly, but he caught the back of her head in his hand kissed her as if he’d make a meal of her instead of the other way around. She answered, and soon their mouths were battling for supremacy. Kiss after scalding kiss.
“What… oh, God… problem?” she breathed against his mouth.
He pulled away, shaking his head to clear it. “Gloria can’t keep the rest of them away forever.”
She took a few shuddering breaths. “You think you’ll need a long time?”
“Possibly.” Although how long that might be wasn’t exactly clear. His poor cock was throbbing and couldn’t take much more delay. “I don’t want to be rushed.”
“I wouldn’t worry. Gloria will take care of things. She’s probably standing outside right now.”
“Good old Gloria.” He extended his hand, and when she took it he helped her off the machine. She came to him willingly, twining her arms around him and offering her mouth for another kiss. This time their tongues joined in as, lower, their pelvises met, hers pressing against his erection.
Before she pushed him past the edge and had him coming in his shorts, he found the back clasp of her top and opened it. Now when he pushed away he could ease it off her arms and get a view of her breasts. Small and firm with rosy nipples already stiff. He took one into his mouth and used his thumb to tease the other.
Groaning, she stroked his face, and when he switched to the other breast, she wavered a bit. Unsteady on her feet, no doubt. Wait until he got his rod inside her.
First, the rest of the clothes would have to go, so he released her breast and knelt on the floor to untie her shoes and remove them and her socks. She placed her hand on his shoulder for balance and shimmied to help him guide her leggings downward to her ankles. When he got them past her feet and tossed them aside, the sweet, musky smell of her filled his nostrils, and for good reason. Her pussy with its black curls stood only inches from his nose.
Never one to miss an opportunity like that, he parted her legs and placed his face between them. One swipe of his tongue found her clit, and he toyed with it until she whimpered. This time when it seemed her knees would give out, he supported her, wrapping his arms around her legs as he feasted on her cream.
She tasted even better than she smelled -- hot, clean woman aroused past the point of any resistance. He could make her come this way, and sometime in the near future, he would. For the next orgasm, he’d feel her spasms around his cock from the head all the way down his shaft. So when her cries came louder and faster, he released her and rose to hold her against him.
The gym didn’t offer anything like a bed, but a massage table nearby could be the right height. He guided her there and bent her over the end. Now her fabulous butt came into full view, complete with the folds between her legs just waiting to slide around his cock as he pressed into her.
“Jared,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”
Amanda chuckled and moved away toward one of the elliptical machines. After climbing on and adjusting the settings, she started moving. As Jared watched, her legs went into a bicycle sort of motion. Circular, as she bobbed up and down, one foot rising as she pushed down with the other.
What a sight she made. As she moved rhythmically, her muscles bunched and then stretched evenly. Her firm butt and thighs drew his gaze. Up, down. Contract, extend. How easy to imagine his cock between her legs, snug inside her as she slid up and down.
Probably a trick of his heated imagination, but a feminine musk seemed to permeate the air around her, reaching far enough to tickle at his nostrils. Self-deception on his part, or normal human reaction, as she’d put it, on hers?
He rose and approached her. She noticed him coming near and looked away, never slowing in her movement. The scent grew stronger the closer he got. Odd. He’d had more than a little experience with highly aroused women, as he always made sure his partners enjoyed themselves as much as he did. None had ever given off a perfume that went to his gut and down to his balls like this one did.
She was one powerful female who could lift as much as a man and apparently had as quick a trigger as he did, too.
He walked around to stand in front of the machine and look up at her. Her skin was definitely flushed, and her eyes had half closed. She looked for all the world as if she was pleasuring herself by pushing up and down. As if she was pressing her legs together to create pressure on her hot button.
He cleared his throat. “If we’re going to be perfectly frank…”
She opened her eyes fully and smiled at him. “Yes, Jared?”
“That reaction of mine… might you be experiencing the same thing?”
“I don’t have an erection.”
“True, but you might be getting…” Good Lord, what a conversation. He’d normally never say anything like this to a woman until they’d been intimate at least once.
Amanda didn’t seem put off but kept on bobbing up and down.
“… hot?”
“That’s as good a word as any. I might be getting hot.”
“Can I help?”
She lifted an eyebrow. “Help?”
“Scratch what itches.” He cleared his throat. “As it were.”
“Do you think you can find the itch?” she said in a sultry contralto.
“Unless you’re built differently than other women, I guess I can.”
“Then give it a try.” He stepped closer to the machine and reached around it to slide his hand up the inside of her thigh. No wonder she gave off such a tantalizing scent. Her sex had already become wet enough to dampen his fingers. When he found her most sensitive spot, she quivered and stopped moving for a second.
“Am I on target?” he asked.
“Oh… um…”
He rubbed her gently, rolling the nub through the fabric of her leggings. “There?”
“Yes.” The word came out on a strangled cry. Then she resumed her movements, pumping with her legs. Upward and then down again, pressing her pussy into his hand on every downward thrust.
What an amazing sight she made, all sleek muscle and feminine curves, straining against his hand as her eyes closed in bliss and color crept over her cheeks and throat. Her chest took on the same glow, and her nipples hardened beneath the sports bra. He’d see that for himself -- because she was going to come, and soon. He hadn’t studied so many women approaching climax to miss the signs with this one. The rapid, shallow breathing that turned to gasps. The angling of the pelvis to get just the right friction. The wetness of her sex, spreading even to her thighs. Yes, he’d hear her cry of release in another minute, if it took even that long.
And there. She worked frantically for a moment, as if she couldn’t get enough. Staying with her, he kept rubbing her clit, even on her upswings. As her moisture spilled into his hand, she tensed, and a loud cry tore out of her chest. For several heartbeats, she held still while he finished her. Inside, her pussy would be convulsing, and his cock stiffened as if it could feel her gripping at his length.
When she’d finished, she bent over the machine’s controls, moaning.
Finally, he removed his hand from between her legs and brought it to his nose for a deep whiff of her perfume. “Lady, you are something else.”
She opened her eyes and fixed him with a blue gaze that took his breath away. Pure lust. Hunger like he’d never seen before. As if he’d confronted a wild animal that hadn’t eaten in weeks. An animal that could devour him. And right about now, that seemed about the most wonderful thing that could happen to him.
“I guess you’re not done with me,” he said.
She ran a fingertip down his forehead, along the length of his nose and finally placed it against his lips. “I wouldn’t want to wear you out.”
“I’m not tired,” he said. “I haven’t even started. There is one problem, though.”
She bit her lip in a way that made him ache to do the same. So, he did. Not biting exactly, but he caught the back of her head in his hand kissed her as if he’d make a meal of her instead of the other way around. She answered, and soon their mouths were battling for supremacy. Kiss after scalding kiss.
“What… oh, God… problem?” she breathed against his mouth.
He pulled away, shaking his head to clear it. “Gloria can’t keep the rest of them away forever.”
She took a few shuddering breaths. “You think you’ll need a long time?”
“Possibly.” Although how long that might be wasn’t exactly clear. His poor cock was throbbing and couldn’t take much more delay. “I don’t want to be rushed.”
“I wouldn’t worry. Gloria will take care of things. She’s probably standing outside right now.”
“Good old Gloria.” He extended his hand, and when she took it he helped her off the machine. She came to him willingly, twining her arms around him and offering her mouth for another kiss. This time their tongues joined in as, lower, their pelvises met, hers pressing against his erection.
Before she pushed him past the edge and had him coming in his shorts, he found the back clasp of her top and opened it. Now when he pushed away he could ease it off her arms and get a view of her breasts. Small and firm with rosy nipples already stiff. He took one into his mouth and used his thumb to tease the other.
Groaning, she stroked his face, and when he switched to the other breast, she wavered a bit. Unsteady on her feet, no doubt. Wait until he got his rod inside her.
First, the rest of the clothes would have to go, so he released her breast and knelt on the floor to untie her shoes and remove them and her socks. She placed her hand on his shoulder for balance and shimmied to help him guide her leggings downward to her ankles. When he got them past her feet and tossed them aside, the sweet, musky smell of her filled his nostrils, and for good reason. Her pussy with its black curls stood only inches from his nose.
Never one to miss an opportunity like that, he parted her legs and placed his face between them. One swipe of his tongue found her clit, and he toyed with it until she whimpered. This time when it seemed her knees would give out, he supported her, wrapping his arms around her legs as he feasted on her cream.
She tasted even better than she smelled -- hot, clean woman aroused past the point of any resistance. He could make her come this way, and sometime in the near future, he would. For the next orgasm, he’d feel her spasms around his cock from the head all the way down his shaft. So when her cries came louder and faster, he released her and rose to hold her against him.
The gym didn’t offer anything like a bed, but a massage table nearby could be the right height. He guided her there and bent her over the end. Now her fabulous butt came into full view, complete with the folds between her legs just waiting to slide around his cock as he pressed into her.
“Jared,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”
Copyright Alice Gaines
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