Page 39 of A Wolf in the Garden

“I like being here with you too, and I love this house and what you’ve done with it, but Ihatethe height of your tiny bathroom, sorry. I just spent five minutes either squatting or hunching to fit, and I still managed to bang my head three times.”

“I heard!” I can’t help but laugh, grinning up at him from my seat on the couch. I’d heard the thumps, followed by his angry cursing; in the small space, sound travels easily. “It’s not designed for giants, sorry.” I reach out an arm towards him. “Come here.”

The sun has long set, and the curtains and blinds are all closed. We’re in our own small bubble here, Van’s presence filling the space with a warmth I hadn’t previously wanted to acknowledge that I’d been missing. I told him the other week that I’ve been thriving, and I have — for the most part. Butthis, having someone here to fill the silence, having someone that knows me the way he does… it’s wonderful.

It’s happening too fast. It’s too good to be true.

I push those thoughts aside as he crosses the small room to me, taking my outstretched hand, his look of surprise quickly morphing to one of anticipation as I tug him closer yet, until he’s standing between my knees. His cock lengthens as I run my hands up his thighs to grasp it, feeling it thicken and harden to steel under my touch. “You might be too tall for my shower, but you’re the perfect height for this,” I tell him as I lean forward to place a kiss on his hip, humming in delight. Fresh from the shower, he smells clean, but as I drag my lips across his skin until they brush over his half-swollen knot, I smellhim, that undeniable male musk that never fails to make me wet, and I squirm in my seat.

“Ellie,” he breathes, his hand brushing through my hair, and I cup his heavy balls, loving the weight of them in my hands as I glance up at him. His damp hair hangs messy over his eyes, and they glint, gold and inhuman in the soft light of the lamp, stealing my breath with the intensity of all that they hold.

I turn my attention back to the task at hand, pulling back his foreskin slowly, until the full head of his cock is revealed, a deep dusky pink, the skin here oh so smooth. This morning I’d asked him about being uncut as we lay in bed, knowing now that it’s not so common in the States — something that hadn’t even occurred to me as a teen, given that circumcision isn’t the norm here.“It’s a shifter and were-creature thing,”he’d replied.“More of a myth, I think, than anything based on truth, but basically the question is, what happens to your penis when you shift, if part of it has been removed?”He’d laughed, a deep chuckle under my ear.“No one’s willing to be the test subject and find out.”

“Did that make it interesting, then, at school, for you? In changing rooms, I mean.”

“In the locker room? No, it was never an issue. Or at least, no one ever dared to say anything to my face.”

“Well, I for one am glad your penis is the way it is, because I wouldn’t have a clue what to do with it, otherwise.”

His booming laughter had been so great I’d bounced right off his chest and onto the mattress, tears forming in his eyes.“More lube,”is all he’d said in reply.“We’d definitely need more lube for handjobs.”

Given the fact that I have no lube in the house due to my celibate lifestyle these past two years, it’s a good thing that he is the way he is. I wrap my fingers around him just underneath the edge of his foreskin, pulling it back up over the head, feeling the hard ridge of the edge of the crown roll under my fingers, earning me a groan as I squeeze. As I pull it back once more, a bead of precum pearls at the tip, and with a sigh of pleasure I lean forward to lick it up, the slightly salty taste a burst of flavour on my tongue. I suck on the smooth head of his cock, loving the way he moans as I slide my mouth further over his shaft, curling the tip of my tongue over that little patch of skin just under his cock head, a particularly sensitive spot that always drove him crazy. “Fuck,” he whispers above me, making me hum around him in joy.

I’ve missed this.It’s an odd thought to have, but one that’s true. I love giving head, I don’t know why; something about feeling the rush of blood under fingers and lips, about the way you can make a man come undone so easily and so thoroughly, about the act of giving.

I push forward, until he reaches the back of my throat, my lips pressing against the edge of his swollen knot, my hand cupping his full balls once more, massaging them and loving the way Van becomes so vocal as I do so. My other hand squeezes around his inflated knot, and I focus on making a tight ring with my lips, dragging up and down over the head of his glorious cock, falling into a rhythm that leaves Van whispering profanities and praise in equal amounts.

My mouth begins to ache and I release him for a moment, continuing to work him with my hand while I press kisses to his hip, my tongue darting out to lick up the line of that deep vee that runs from hip bone to cock. I squeeze him hard, licking his cock head like a lollipop, smiling up at him as I do. My heart feels full as he whispers, “You are so perfect, with those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock,” just as I suck him back into my mouth. Back and forth, my lips catch over his flared head, tongue pressed hard to the sensitive underside once more, and before long I feel the telltale signs of his impending release; that hum of blood rushing through his shaft, the way his balls draw upwards, tightening.

“Ellie,” he warns. “Ellie, stop, baby, I’m going to come.”

I turn my head in a way that allows me to look at him out of the corner of my eye, even with my mouth stuffed full of his cock. With his gaze locked on mine, I suck harder, letting him see the smile in my eyes, my devotion to him. He takes in a ragged breath, licking his lips, his chest rising and falling heavily. “Are you sure?”

I increase my pace in answer to that question, and he groans, hips moving as he gently thrusts into my mouth. Another drag of my tongue against that patch of skin, my lips tight over his head, and his cock jerks, the first jet of hot cum hitting the back of my throat as Van growls through his release, the sound reverberating in the small space.

He fills my mouth and I swallow each spurt eagerly, savouring the taste, though I struggle to keep up with the sheer volume of it, eyes watering as his cock hits the back of my throat again. The sound of him groaning my name in reverence is worth it, and I squeeze his knottight, noting the strangled gasp and the fresh jet of cum accompanying it. He finishes with a sigh and I pull back, cum leaking obscenely from the corners of my mouth as I gaze up at him.

“Holy shit, Ellie,” he whispers, slumping beside me on the couch. “Oh fuck, that was insane.”

I wipe at my chin with my hand, smiling as he melts backwards, his arm slung over his eyes.

“Maybe we should be looking into whether you’re part succubus,” he mutters, “since you just sucked the life out of me through my dick.”

My laugh is quiet and breathy as I shift, lifting his legs onto the couch before stretching over him, sliding against his naked body until I’m curled beside him, my leg over his hip, my head resting on his shoulder. His arms wrap around me, and I relax into his warmth.

“Perhaps we should just stay here on the couch tonight, then.”

“There’s probably more room here than up in your bed.”

“Probably.”

My eyes are closed, but I feel the press of his lips against my head. “I’m joking. We’ll make the bed work. Soon. I have to recover first,” I huff at his dramatics, “and then you’re going to sit on my face, and only then can we go to bed.”

“Van, I’m not —”

“Oh you will, baby.” He raises his head, looking at me. “You’re going to sit on my face, right now.” I shake my head, blushing at the idea, but he moves faster than I can anticipate, great big hands grasping me by the hips and lifting me effortlessly, sliding himself down the couch while simultaneously pulling me over his body, until my thighs are straddling his head, my short nightie riding up my waist, lacy panties on full display.

“Evander!” I’m giggling and squirming, horny and concerned all at the same time. “I’ll crush you!”

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