Over the Moon

Wolf has been gone for a while and our food has already arrived. I keep picking at my salad, but I have no idea when he is going to be back. I thought we were getting along well, the banter was good and super hot, but then he seemed distracted. I look around for the millionth time and I still don’t see him coming.

That’s it. My patience has run out. I stand up, leave money on the table to cover my lunch, and walk out of the restaurant. On my way to the lobby, I see Wolf coming toward me. His jacket is rumpled, and his cheeks are a little flushed; he is angry. I try to avoid him and slip past him, but he stands in my way.

“Where are you going?” His tone is telling me that he is not playing games.

“I am leaving Wolf. I don’t know what is going on here, but I won’t be abandoned at a restaurant like that.” I try to squeeze past again but he grabs my arm and pulls me into a room off the main hall.

He pushes me against the wall, his hand at my throat, not choking but holding me in place. His body presses against mine and I can feel his hard cock against my belly. He takes a deep breath and then his lips crash into mine. His tongue pushing to enter my mouth and his hand slides from my throat to the back of my head. He grabs my hair in his fist and tugs down to angle my head the way he wants it. My mouth naturally opens and his tongue gains entry. My breath is erratic, and my hands grasp his shoulders, pulling him closer to me.

His knee separates my thighs and pushes up, reaching my soaking panties. After all the tension between us, the need to come again is too much. His mouth moves from my lips down my jawline and then my neck. He leaves a trail of kisses and nips as he goes. His hands move to my hips and start guiding me to rock back and forth. I begin moving at the speed he sets but I can’t fight the urge anymore.

“Too slow!” I gasp out as I pick up the pace, taking control. I am grinding on his leg, seeking release, while his lips find mine again. His lips are so soft but demanding. I am so close that I am starting to lose my rhythm.

“Good girl. Come for me,” he says as he nips my earlobe, sending me over the edge. I cry out but the sound is muffled by his mouth over my mine again.

We stay in that position for a few moments as we both try to steady our breath. He lowers his leg and I begin to straighten my dress. Looking around I see we are in a supply closet. Buckets, mops, and cleaning supplies are all around us. Wolf leans down into my line of sight and smiles. His strong arms wrap around me.

“You come beautifully, Aubrey,” he whispers as he squeezes me tightly. His still-hard cock presses against me. Fucking selfish! I took everything and gave nothing. My hand slides down his body and palm his erection. A growl leaves his lips as he brushes my hand away. “No baby, this was about you.” With that, he takes my hand and leads me out of the closet, making our way to the lobby.

My face is warm. I can only imagine my freshly fucked look. “I have to pay the check, I will be right back,” Wolf says as he kisses my forehead and goes into the restaurant.

Out of the corner of my eye, I recognize someone in the lobby, and I make eye contact with Derek. I haven’t seen him in months, but he is looking pretty rough. There is a nasty cut on his upper lip and his shirt seems to be missing a button or two. After everything he did to me and how he always acted like having money somehow makes him invincible, I like this look on him. He starts to walk toward me, and I can feel panic starting to rise. Then he stops, looks at me, and steps back. Good! I don’t want to talk to him ever again.

Two arms wrap around me, and Wolf’s lips find mine again. My hand brushes against the erection he won’t let me take care of and I feel something wet on his leg. I look down at his knee to see where the dampness is coming from. There is a huge wet spot. “What happened here …”

“Oh, Wolf! I am so sorry! Shit… I… I never thought…” I stammer.

“Aubrey, look at me.” He uses his finger under my chin to lift my eyes to his. “You coming on my leg is the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. Now let’s get out of here.”

The drive back to the apartment was comforting and sweet. Wolf is in a state I am not used to seeing him in, content. He holds my hand while his thumb strokes the top of my hand in a back-and-forth motion. The action soothes the anxiety I felt from everything that happened at the restaurant.

Seeing Derek dredged up insecurities and pain I was trying to put behind me. But everything happening with Wolf makes me realize that I am worthy of being cared for and not lied to or cheated on. Even though I think I will have to pay to dry clean his pants.

“We have a few hours before we meet your friend. Would you like to watch a movie?” Wolf asks as we walk into his place.

Just at that moment, I get a notification on my phone alerting me that the blood test results are finally in. I enter my password to access my file while walking into the kitchen. Not paying attention, I bump into the kitchen island and my stupid knee gives out. I crash down and my phone goes flying across the floor.

“Aubrey!” Wolf calls out as he turns around and helps me to my feet. “Are you okay? What happened?” He scoops me up like I weigh nothing and lays me down on the couch.

“I am okay, Wolf. Really.” I say as he pulls up the skirt of my dress and inspects my skinned knee.

“This is going to bruise.” He runs to the kitchen and brings back a bag filled with ice wrapped in a dishcloth. He places it gingerly on my knee and leaves again. This time he comes back with pain medication and a glass of water.

I shake my head. “Seriously, I am fine.”

Wolf stands straight and takes a deep breath in and out as his lips curve upwards. He leans down and says, “That’s three, Aubrey.”

“Three, what?” I say, confused. Wolf doesn’t explain but instead, he goes to the other end of the couch and crawls on his knees until he is hovering over me.

“Three times today you didn’t do what I asked or rolled your eyes at me. I think it’s time for a little punishment. Wouldn’t you say?” Punishment?!

With him directly above me, each breath I take causes my chest to rise and touch his. Tingles shoot down my body as he leans down and captures my lips in a soft kiss. He lowers his body down, taking care not to touch my knee. One arm slides under my shoulder and goosebumps spread up my neck as his hand cups the back of my head. I wrap my arms around him and pull him tightly against my body, his hard cock digging into my thigh. He deepens the kiss and easily pushes his tongue into my mouth and my tongue reaches out to greet him. His free hand slides down my body and grasps my waist as he thrusts his hips into me. A groan escapes my lips from out of nowhere and he breaks the kiss. “Every sound you make goes straight to my cock,” he whispers.

His words distract me from what his hand is doing until I feel the cool air on my now-exposed leg. His warm hand squeezes as he inches up my thigh and brushes the damp fabric of my panties. “Fuck, I could touch you all day long, Aubrey,” he breathes out and tucks the panel to the side. My name on his lips is so fucking hot. His fingers glide down the slit of my cunt easily and he curls two fingers inside and begins to stroke. “You are dripping wet, baby.” I tip my hips up toward his hand. A tsk-tsk noise leaves his lips and says, “Greedy, greedy.” His hand stops moving, and he looks into my eyes. I stay still but release a shaky breath. “Good girl.” The stroking starts up again.

His thumb finds my clit and a rash of heat spreads over my body. I am not going to last long this way. “Pull down the top of your dress,” he commands, as his impressively thick cock grinds against my hip bone. I open the top of my dress for him, and he nips at my breast through the lace bra. His fingers curl inside me, causing an orgasm to build. I whimper as he picks up the pace and my legs start to shake. “Yes, baby. I love how your body responds to me,” he says against my skin. My hips rise again chasing more pressure. He stops again. Fuck! This is what he meant by punishment. I try to relax my body. As my eyes close, he starts up again.

No gentle push or sweet tender moments, there is a full-on assault on my pussy right now and I am loving it. Wolf is rubbing himself with my body while he pushes the lace down and captures my nipple in his mouth. Nip. The orgasm rips through me and I scream toward the ceiling, Wolf shutters against me a moment later. We look into each other's eyes, and he says, “Yeah, I’m never going to throw these pants out.” What? I look down and I see a wet spot on the front of his pants. He grabs my face and kisses me tenderly. “I haven’t come in my pants since puberty. What in the hell are you doing to me?”

He gets up and returns with a warm cloth and washes me clean, then pulls the skirt of my dress back down. “You rest here, love,” he says as he kisses my forehead. He returns a moment later with bottles of water and a bag of potato chips. He squeezes in between me and the arm of the couch and pulls me back into him, my knee still propped up. “How about Ever After?” I turn my attention to the television and see that he is selecting a movie.

“Drew Barrymore? Hell yes,” I say.

“Oh, here’s your phone. You are lucky you didn’t smash the screen.” He passes me the phone and I quickly glance at the results I received before my punishment. Clean. Phew.

“So, tell me about the knee. What happened?” he asks during the opening scene of the movie.

“There isn’t much of a story to tell.”

“Should I start counting again?”

“Wolf, it’s embarrassing!”

“Please don’t make me tell you!”

“Fine!” I say and he squeezes me tighter and sniffs my hair. “In my last year of high school, I was babysitting the Coopers' youngest boy, Eric, but we all call him Coop. Coop challenged me to a skipping rope duel. Whoever could skip the longest would win. Coop won, and I managed to tear the ligaments in my knee... skipping.”

My body starts to shake, and I look up to see his eyes closed, laughing. I slap his chest. “Don’t laugh! Seriously, Wolf!” He is laughing so hard now that I think he might forget to breathe. I twist around to face him, careful of my knee, and drop the smirk I had a second ago.