Filed to story: Secret Shifters Next Door Series PDF Free
looked at me, and something she saw on my face made her go deathly pale. “Did…did you hear that?”
The look on her face was absolute terror. I did my best acting. “No. Did you say something? I only thought you looked like, maybe, you didn’t like what I did for a living.”
Sighing in relief, she waved me off. “Oh no. That’s not an issue at all. It’s the fact that I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
“Is that good or bad?”
She blushed. “It’s good. A good thing, yeah.”
I smiled back. This woman was so sweet and innocent, but I was nothing like that. I wanted her, my wolf wanted her, but I didn’t want to corrupt her. Though, as soon as that thought hit me, ideas about how to corrupt her filled my head. Images of her back arching as I buried my face between her legs, the delicious feeling of my cock slipping into her mouth, the veins standing out on her neck as I made her come. The mental flashes burst unbidden into my head. I knew the wolf probably had something to do with it, and I couldn’t get it to stop. My dick was getting hard. I stood from the table, too fast.
Celina flinched. “Is everything okay?
“Hmmm? Oh, uh, nothing. I mean, yeah, I need to get going. I have…uh, an early morning. A meeting first thing I almost forgot about.” Jesus, I sounded like a panicked fool.
Celina rose. “Are you sure?”
The crotch of my pants was starting to bulge noticeably, and any second now, she’d see my hardness. There was no way to know how she’d react to that. Having been around her, I thought she might be mortified at seeing my physical excitement. Although, from the things she wrote, maybe she’d be equally excited. I couldn’t risk things moving too fast, though. There was too much on the line.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” I said, heading for the door.
She looked disappointed, and I felt like shit for it, but my hormones were raging in a way they hadn’t since I was sixteen. I saw her standing there, and all I could do was imagine her naked, rubbing oil across her body, massaging her own breasts. I swallowed hard and opened the front door.
“Dinner was amazing. Thank you so much. Next time, I’m cooking for you, okay? Uh…anyway. I’ll see you tomorrow probably. I need to get to bed. Bye.”
I hurried across the hallway to my own apartment. My heart rate was through the roof. My cock was throbbing, the zipper ready to bust open, and all thoughts of my awkward departure vanished from my mind. I needed one thing, and that was a release. After locking the door, I grabbed a towel and yanked my pants down, fisting my cock and letting my mind loose to build the fantasy it was desperate for.
Celina stood before me, naked. She knelt on the floor and wrapped her cool, soft fingers around my shaft. A sigh of pleasure left my lips as she took me into her mouth. I ran my hands through her hair as she slid up and down my length, flicking her tongue at the head of my dick with each stroke. I groaned and let her work me for several seconds before I pulled her to her feet and laid her on the bed.
I slid my fingers along her inner thighs as I kissed her legs, moving from her knee closer to her pussy. She gasped as I slid my tongue inside her. I sucked at her clit and slid my hands up to take her breasts. I clutched them and massaged as her breathing grew louder and more insistent. Whimpering, she grabbed my hands, and ground her hips into my face.
Pulling away, I crawled up, peppering her body with kisses as I went. I stopped at her breasts and took each nipple into my mouth in turn, licking and sucking until she was panting and
shivering with need. Then, achingly slow, I slipped my cock into her. Celina looked into my eyes and gasped, her mouth open in an ‘oh’ of ecstasy.
We moved together, my hips crashing into her, her own hips rising to meet me. I kissed her long and hard as I got closer. Speeding up, our bodies pressed together and sent me inch by inch toward the edge. The wetness of her pussy was almost too much for me to take—I’d never felt anything so amazing in my life.
Celina threw her head back and wrapped her arms around me, clutching my ass, pulling me deeper and harder. I obliged and slammed myself into her as she came. Her screams of pleasure sent me over the edge, into oblivion.
I jerked my cock, and the orgasm rippled through my balls and pelvis. Shuddering, I slowed my strokes as I came. Finally feeling a moment of release, I could think clearly. I lay there gasping, wishing beyond all things in heaven and earth that my fantasy had been real life. If anything, I wanted Celina more than ever. I just hoped I hadn’t made an ass of myself for leaving the way I did. I lay there for ten minutes, trying to think of a way to explain it to her tomorrow. Hopefully, she’d bought the meeting story.
After fifteen minutes, the mental image of her rubbing oil into her skin reappeared in my mind. My cock twitched to life again. I sighed. “This woman. Oh my God.” And I began to stroke myself hard once more.
NINE
CELINA
No matter what I did, I couldn’t get the night before out of my head. Things had seemed to be going so well. In all my life, I’d never been on a date that had gone so smoothly. Everything was great…until it wasn’t. Miles left so abruptly. He’d looked almost panicked, like he couldn’t get out of my apartment fast enough. I’d replayed the entire conversation through my head a thousand times but couldn’t click what could have offended him or caused him to panic.
The expression on his face when he left played through my mind. He’d seemed almost…afraid. That was ridiculous, of course. He wasfor want of a better phrasebuilt like a brick shithouse. He could break every other guy I’d ever tried to date in half. Nothing about me was intimidating, and there certainly wasn’t anything about me to make him afraid. The idea actually made me giggle.
By the time I was done getting ready for the day, I’d forced myself to brush it off. He’d been serious about a work thing. Maybe he’d forgotten to do something earlier in the day and freaked out when he remembered. Maybe he didn’t want me to think he was a flake at work. Lots of people had an emotional connection to work. If they weren’t good at their job, they felt
like they weren’t a good person. It could have been something like that. Either way, I’d trust that I’d see him again soon. It was one of the benefits of living ten feet away.
As I walked out of the bathroom, my phone rang. It took a second for the name to register in my mind. Felicity. The woman I’d met at the store. A smile spread across my face. She’d been fun and wanted to hang out. It would be really nice to talk to someone about the whole Miles situation. Who better than another woman? She’d probably dealt with these sorts of situations before—most people had more experience than I did. I answered, forcing myself not to sound too eager.
“Hey? Is this Felicity?” I asked.
“It is. How are you? I got up a while ago, and I’m starving. So, I thought to myself, why don’t I see if Celina is free for breakfast. So? What do you think?”
“Oh wow. Um, I haven’t eaten yet, so I’d be fine with that. Where do you want to go?”
We decided on a little mom-and-pop place downtown. A quick internet search told me they were famous for cinnamon rolls that were as big as your head. One of those and a side of bacon sounded like the exact thing I needed.
Twenty minutes later, I met Felicity outside in the parking lot. I immediately felt a little self-conscious. Felicity was dressed in the tightest jeans I’d ever seen and a sweater that hugged her body so well that it left little to the imagination. Me, on the other hand? I was wearing baggy sweatpants and a hoodie, along with my lazy-day sneakers. Had I realized she would look so good, I’d have tried a little better.
She jogged up to me and threw her arms around me in a hug. “My new friend! Yay. It’s so nice to see you again. I hope you’re hungry. The pictures of the food on their website have me starving.”
