Warning: graphic sex
I put down my video game console at the sounds of howling from outside the cabin in northern Montana. I know anyone would cower in fear, being stuck in the middle of nowhere in a cold winter night as a huge wolf prowls outside my cabin.
Classic Red Riding Hood scenario, right? With the Big Bad Wolf about to devour me? God, I hope he eats me whole.
He is my wolf, and I'm certainly no Red Riding Hood. I chuckle at that, imagining myself wearing a red hood as I ride my wolf. God, that makes my cock twitch with want. I can hardly wait to lay my hands on the wolf.
I rush outside, unmindful of the biting cold. It doesn't matter to the wolf or to me. We're both unnatural, and proud of it.
"Jacob, I'm coming," I shout into the darkness, a loud growl my only answer.
I run in the snow, delighting in the sight that greets me: a huge wolf frolicking in the snow, his russet fur glistening by the light of the moon. Jacob turns to me, warm eyes piercing me as he arches down his back, belly on the ground, and then pounces on me, huge paws striking my chest and throwing me deep in the snow.
I wrap my hands around his paws, shooting a smirk at him. My gaze is drawn to his huge lolling tongue and I lick my lips. "I want to kiss you, Jake. You look so hot in the snow."
Weight suddenly drops off my chest as Jake phases, long russet limbs wrap my chest and waist as he clings to me, his tongue prodding my lips.
Clash of tongues, sharp teeth clicking against teeth, we grapple with our desire and as always, lust wins. His tongue probes my mouth and entwines with mine, lips devour one another as his hands roam my chest. I'm not idle, my hands tracing the muscles bunching up his back, dipping in the shallows of his spine, hungrily following the swell of his perky ass until my thumb grazes his hole.
Jake moans and shudders above me while my thumb rubs his hungry rim.
"Emm, stop. Unless you want to make love in the snow," he says in a hoarse voice.
"I'm not averse to that." I smirk.
His warm fingers chase the dimples of my smile. "Well, I am. Don't want to wake up in the morning all wet."
"Trust me, you'll wake up wet and sore, and you'll love it."
He bucks his hips, trying to impale himself on my thumb. "Promises, promises."
In a blur, I stand up and cup that perfect ass with one hand while I dash to the cabin. Jake burrows his head on my chest, a groan escaping his lips when my thumb pushes inside his hole, jabbing his muscles when I swing my hips to walk.
I close the door of the cabin and dash towards the bedroom, finally laying Jake down on the bed. His cock juts out, dark and heavy with need, his long limbs paint a russet picture of sensuality against the white canvas of the sheets.
"You're a work of art," I say hoarsely and then kick off my boots and shimmy my hips to get rid of my jeans. Jake groans at the sight of my dick and licks his lips at my glistening cockhead.
I shuck my t-shirt and dive for the lube. It's near a leg of the bed, right where I threw it away in the morning after I fucked Jake against the wall. That reminds me to leave a check to pay for the damages.
I lean over the broad russet expanse of his chest and pepper the delicate skin with kisses, my hands grabbing Jake's wrists. Nibble my way down toned abs, my fingers tracing the cut of his hips, tongue chasing the faint ridge of his muscles.
I pull a groan out of Jake's lips when my tongue swirls around his moist cockhead, tracing the veined ridges down to the base of his cock. My fingers caress his wrist one last time before they snake a path down to his perineum, pressing lightly on the ridge of his taint.
Glancing sideways, I see he's curling his toes. My fingers caress his thighs before I shove them apart, gaining access to his twitching hole, nestled between those pert cheeks.
Thumbs knead smooth muscle, circling his rim like a predator as my pads rub the ridged skin.
"Emm, c'mon," he says in a wrecked voice that makes me wet with need.
I burrow between his legs, my tongue lapping his hole, teeth nipping lightly at his rim until it is swollen; then the flat of my tongue stabs inside, laving the quivering muscle. Jake is pushing back, canting up his hips to take more of me. My hands knead his cheeks, pressing lightly in warning so he won't push too much.
Fingers clasped around the bottle of lube, I pull it towards me and uncap it, and then pour it on my palm. My slick thumb thrusts inside his loosened hole and then my index, dragging slowly against his walls on the way out until I find his prostate. Jake groans and wiggles his hips, and my mouth waters at the sight of his rim stretched around my invading fingers. I lean down to lick the muscle inside while I scissor him open.
"Emm, fuck me," he groans.
I manhandle him to turn him over and pull up his hips until he's on all fours, cock heavy and throbbing beneath him, hole quivering with need. I scoot forward on the bed, the mattress creaking and trembling at the added weight while I hold my shaft between thumb and forefinger.
Picking up the bottle of lube, I liberally coat my shaft with the thick liquid. Then I rub my dick in the space between his buttocks, leaving a wet trail behind while Jake tilts up his hips and spreads his knees.
"The big bad wolf wants it bad, huh? Wants to be speared on my cock?"
"Emm, please," he moans.
I smack him on the ass, and he turns his head and shoots me a dark glare, the brown in his eyes completely swallowed up by lust.
I guide my cock to his center and thrust my hips, groaning at the tight heat kissing my cockhead. Leaning over his back, I shove my hips and thrust inside, inch by slow inch, watching him carefully for any signs of pain. I prepped him good, but I know I'm not exactly small, and so I shove inside him painfully slow until he rolls his hips and pushes against me, jerking his hips to withdraw and repeating the motion time and again. He's fucking himself on my cock, and I shove my dick harshly into him until I bottom out, his ass flush against my groin.
I bend down, hands flat against the sheet, cold chest rubbing against his sweaty back, my cock surrounded by heat. This is what heaven means.
"Move, dammit," he growls darkly, clenching hungrily around me. It punches a guttural groan out of my throat.
I withdraw slowly until my cockhead is gripped by his twitching rim and then thrust inside, impaling Jake completely.
"God, harder, just like that!"
I grab his hips and pull him towards me, my hips jerking uncontrollably as my shaft pulls in and out of his tight sleeve as fast as I can. The slapping sound of my thighs against his ass is a pure staccato of lust.
Leaning my head, I feather kisses along the nape of his neck, my hand reaching around his chest to pinch his nipple between thumb and forefinger. Jake squirms below me; his tightening channel tells me how near he is to his release. My hand snakes down to his groin to rub the crown of his cock, my thumb smearing his precome all over the shaft. Then my fist closes around his cock and I pump him hard and fast, my hips a blur as I near my climax.
Jake growls and comes with a shout, his seed coating my fingers in short bursts, strings of come splatter his chest. He clenches hard around me, and the tight heat is too much to bear.
I jerk my hips, too far gone to care about rhythm as I come with a grunt. Then I pull out my cock, the squishing sound as it leaves Jake's body the stuff of porn fantasies.
Jake plops down on the pillow; I push his body and lay down until we are spooned on the middle of the bed. Snuggling into his irresistible warmth, I nestle my head on his shoulder.
"Did you like it?"
"Are you kidding, Emm? It was the best." He fights back a yawn.
"Good." I breathe in his woodsy scent, glancing out the moonlit window at the snow falling outside. "Now go to sleep."
"G'night."
"Sleep well, Jake."
His soft snores lull me. As I lay there, Jake's warmth cradling my body, I realize I'm right where I want to be. With Jake, in the middle of nowhere, far away from distractions and fights that aren't ours – this is what it means to be free. I have my winter wolf in my arms, and that's enough to keep the cruel winter at bay.
