Crushing on a Werewolf
Chapter 10 – Sexual Tension (Separation Anxiety Remix)
I haven't written in you in a few days. Obviously I've been going through a lot of shit recently, and you're not my fucking therapist so don't expect for me to fill you in on what's been going on.
Fine. It turns out Randy's a werewolf. I should have seen it coming, you know, with all the outbursts and stuff (Evan made sure to tell me that), but I never even considered him being anything other than a human with minor anger problems. But anyway, we're not seeing each other anymore. He thinks it's "not safe" for us to, and he's basically been avoiding me until yesterday afternoon. He basically flaunted his new eye candy Maria in front of me, and by the looks of it they're going to Stone Cold Steakhouse – the same place he took me on our first date. I still love Randy, I really do, but right now I'm at a loss of words to describe my feelings toward him. Besides, I've still got these crazy pains and it's really getting to me.
I closed my journal and huffed back on my pillow. My mom told me I could stay home today, and I was glad because I didn't want to see Randy and Maria. I wasn't up for whatever my reaction would be.
My parents said that they'd be away on their annual anniversary cruise for the remainder of the week, and despite how they tried to convince me to let them stay with me and cancel it, I told them to go ahead. I didn't want them to not enjoy themselves because I was in a slump.
I picked up my phone and dialed Randy's number. It rung for a while, and then it went to voicemail. I could tell he knew I was calling and he declined my call. Fuck him. I turned my phone sideways and started texting him instead. "Randy, could you fill me in on what happened today in class? I know a lot of new material was presented today."
About five minutes later, right before I was about to chuck my phone out the window in fury, he replied. "Why should I? Don't you have your little friends for that?"
I cursed him out before texting back. "I'm sorry. If I'm interrupting you fucking your new bitch, then I sincerely apologize, asshole." I was beyond pissed right now.
His response was four minutes and thirty seconds faster than the first. "Be there in 5."
Sure enough, he was at my house in five minutes. "Door's open!" I shouted down the hall to the door. I wasn't getting up to do shit for him.
Randy walked confidently down the hall to my room, and he was looking hot as ever. I didn't let him know that, though.
"What's your problem, John? Why are you in bitch mode all the sudden?" he almost-shouted.
I sat up from my pillow and glared at him. "I'M IN BITCH MODE? I think I have a right to be in one, since you're in asshole mode!"
"Oh, I'm in asshole mode?" Randy threw his hands in the air. "What, just because I'm not sitting in my bed whining like a little bitch like you are?" Despite the genuine anger, something was off about him. His anger seemed a little phony, but I was too angry to take note of that for long.
"You break up with me, and three days later you're already taking someone else, A GIRL, to the same place you took me on our first date? That's pretty asshole-ish."
"I had a better time with her anyway."
My mouth stood agape. "What?"
"I said I had a better time with her. I had a better time with her that one time than I have in all the months dating you."
He might as well have spat on me and kicked me in the nuts, because I suddenly felt like a worthless little girl.
"Well-"
He cut me off and looked me dead in the eye. His eyes were grey and emotionless, and a vein was bulging on the side of his forehead. "You were just a fling anyway. I never loved you to begin with. But you're too much of a little bitch and you've fallen for me. I'd never love someone as pathetic and lovesick as you," he spat.
"FUCK YOU, RANDY!"
"Did I mention you're emotional too?" His face showed absolutely no affection or remorse at all, like he didn't even have a soul. "I'm fucking done with you, John. Don't even come in my presence ever again, you worthless piece of shit."
My eyes were threatening to explode in tears, and due to my lack of constraint at the moment, they came out. However, with all my sadness, suddenly a burst of passionate anger came as well; it strengthened me enough to get out of my bed without any physical pain. I stopped him from walking out my room and spun him around.
"You listen to me, Randy, and you listen good," I spat in his face. "Your bitch ass may not feel anything at all for me, but you're right, I have fallen for you. I love you, Randy, there's no changing that. Hell, you could fuck Maria right in front of me and I'd still have feelings for me. So if you're breaking this off for good, know that I actually put some into this relationship. I'm not an asshole like you, who uses people for his own selfish gains. So fuck you. Get the fuck out my house." I topped my little rant off my punching him in the jaw, sending him back a few feet. Everyone always did say I had an amazing punch.
Randy grasped his face for a while, and I held my guard up, ready for him to retaliate. He may be a fucking werewolf, but I wasn't going down without a damn fight in my own damn house.
In a split second, he had me pinned against the wall, and he forced his lips on mine. In that short amount of time, we'd gone from fighting to kissing on my bedroom wall. What the fuck?
Not that I didn't like it, hell, it was an amazing feeling. I missed his kisses, the passion he put into them, they way it made me feel.
He pulled away from me. "You're so fucking sexy when you're angry." He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were changing to a more vibrant color.
"What happened to not feeling anything towards me?" I said, unsure of how it sounded, since I was angry and happy at the same time.
"I had to feed you that bull shit," he admitted, "because I wanted you to hate me. I wanted you to break the chain I'd formed between us, for your own good. I'm much too dangerous for a human like you."
His grip on me was tight, but not tight to the point where I was scared. It was a passionate grip.
"I already told you I don't care about that. I love you for you and that's all that matters to me," I admitted as well.
"The other night…had it not been for Bourne, I would have probably killed you…or severely injured you at least. I couldn't live with myself if I let something happen to you, John."
I stayed silent; because I knew what he was saying was true. But he continued.
"Then I realized I'd formed a bond with you, one that prevents us from being without the other without harm to you."
My eyes grew wide. "Is that why…?"
"Yes. I noticed you were experiencing extreme pain and migraines, as well as other symptoms, correct?"
"Correct."
"It's because of the bond. That night in the forest when I first scratched you…"
"THAT WAS YOU?" I shrieked, even though the facts added up.
"Yes. When I'm transformed, I tend to hunt the person who I have extreme feelings for. Which is why I locked myself in a special room so I wouldn't come after you."
It was hard for me to take this all in. "This 'bond'…"
"Haven't you noticed your health deteriorated with every day since we stopped seeing each other?"
"I…I did…"
He took a deep breath and backed up a little. "I don't know what to do. I can't not be with you. My feelings for you are too great and I've formed this bond with you that can't be broken without a consequence to your life. But it's not safe for you to be with me. If I ended up hurting you…I'd never forgive myself."
I grabbed his hands and looked up into his eyes. "Now that I'm aware, I'll be better suited. We can do this Randy. You just have to try."
"I'm scared, John…" he looked ready to cry, something incredibly rare.
I squeezed his hands. "Maybe this will lighten up your mood." I captured him in a breathtaking kiss, and he responded by requesting access to the caverns of my mouth with his tongue. I granted it to him, and once again I was on the wall again. We were making out sweetly, when I felt a feeling I rarely ever felt.
"Randy, take me."
Randy stopped. He looked at me with his eyes wide open. "What do you mean?"
"Take me. I think you know what I mean," I cupped his groin, which was sporting a gigantic bulge from inside his pants.
"I don't want to hurt you, John," he stated slowly, emphasizing each word so I took them into consideration.
"You won't Randy. I trust you completely. But I need this, and I'm pretty sure you do too. I've wanted this for a long time, but I was scared. I've never done it before."
Randy sighed. "Well, if you're completely sure…" (I nodded in agreement) "…then I'll try my best to make it as enjoyable as possible."
"Shut up and kiss me, Randy," I cooed, capturing him another kiss. This time it was much sloppier than the first two, and I began to tug at the end of his t-shirt. He responded by doing the same to me, and we pulled each other's tops off in unison. I was mesmerized by the sight of his beautiful bronzed body, his defined, rugged chest, and his perfect washboard abs.
"Fuck, you look so sexy, Johnny," he said, staring blatantly at my exposed upper body.
"You beat me, hell you beat anyone out the box with that body," I traced around the contours of his body.
He kissed me, and started to pull at my boxers. I suddenly realized that I was only in a t-shirt and boxers to begin with, so my arousal should have been pretty obvious.
"Someone's happy to see me," he said, looking from me to my boxers. I grabbed his hand and pulled it away.
"I want to see you. Strip," I ordered. He smirked at me, but began to remove his jeans and footwear. All was left was his boxers, and I could see he was sporting a gigantic arousal.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked for the umpteenth time.
"More than anything," I replied, licking my lips in anticipation.
He slowly pulled off his boxers to reveal his monster of a length.
"Damn, Randy, you never told me you had something like that packed away!" I exclaimed half in awe and half in insecurity of my own size.
"It's a werewolf thing," he smirked. "But you have just about the biggest I've seen on a human."
I blushed.
"Get on the bed," he said, his voice rough and husky.
I crept towards the bed, watching him as I moved.
"Fuck this shit!" he shouted. "You're moving to damn slow!" He tackled me onto the bed in a way that turned me on so fucking much. The pure lust in his voice nearly caused me to explode right then and there.
He smothered me with his lips, and while I was distracted, he ripped my boxers off like they were nothing. I was so fucking aroused right now, it wasn't funny. He started to kiss up and down my exposed body, every now and then biting down and leaving a mark, obviously telling me who I belonged to. He did this with such precision and expertise, it was rough, but it wasn't rough like it almost was the time he nearly raped me. It was passionate this time, and I loved every second of it.
"Shit…please, Randy…" I moaned. He was all over me, and he was starting to go towards my whimpering, wet-from-arousal cock.
And then, he wrapped his sweet lips around it. I squirmed like a little bitch in pleasure, and he started to bob up and down, taking all of my cock into his mouth. It was a hot sight seeing him going down on me like this. It didn't take me long at all to tell I was almost to the pinnacle of pleasure, and I alerted him with great intensity.
"Randy…shit…I'm gonna…I'm gonna…"
Before I could finish, or even reach the end of arousal, he stopped and backed away. I was about to curse in lust, but knocked me back on the bed and whispered into my ear.
"Tell me if you want me to stop, John."
As if that was going to happen.
He stuck a finger in my mouth, left it there for a while, and took it out. Then, suddenly, he stuck it in my ass.
I whined from the moderate pain, but I shook my head for him to go on. He stuck another finger in, and started stretching the limits of my hole. I could feel it getting wider and wider, and the pain was crazy.
He kissed me once again and whispered in my ear. "This is it. There's no stopping me now. I'm going to make sweet love to you, John Cena."
"I've been waiting for this forever," I cried.
He stood up and spat on his huge dick, lubing it up and getting it nice and smooth. I braced myself for what was soon to come.
"Ready, Johnny?"
"Ready, Rand."
With that, he slowly pressed his huge cock into my stretched asshole. I whimpered slightly from the immediate pain of the intrusion, but soon it subsided into an extremely amazing feeling.
"God, you're so fucking tight," Randy moaned, "feels so fucking good, Johnny."
He stood still for a while to let me get used to the feeling, and with my cry of "Please go on!" he pulled back out and shoved back in.
I groaned in immense pleasure and grasped my bed sheets. He repeated the process of pulling his huge dick out and shoving it back in to my tight ass at a constant rate. It was great for a while, but soon I craved more…much more.
"Go…faster," I begged. "Please, Randy…it feels so fucking amazing…" I looked like a chick in an expensive budget porno film, the way I was moving.
"With pleasure," he replied in such a deep, lustful voice that made me want him that much more. He sped up his pace immensely. I cried out from the astounding feeling this was giving me. He was plowing into me now, the both of us making completely inhumane grunts and groans. My bed, which never creaked, was creaking like crazy, and I knew my sheets were going to have my fingers permanently implanted into them. We both were extremely sweaty, breathing like I'd never known possible.
He made a different sound that told me he was reaching his boiling point. Not that I wasn't, because I was, at an alarmingly fast rate.
"Fuck, Johnny, I'm going to…" he couldn't finish that sentence, because the both of us started tensing up like crazy. We screamed each other's names as we blew our loads all over each other and my bed. He blew at least three times as much cum as I did, and my bed was soaked in our sweat and cum.
He collapsed beside me, and we were both breathing like we were deprived of our respiratory system.
"Randy, that was…the best feeling I've ever felt…" I gasped.
He seemed to calm himself slightly faster. "I can't take the credit. You said this was your first time? I wouldn't have believed it had you not told me."
"Oh please, Randy," I replied, blushing. "You could make anyone feel like it was their first time again."
Randy looked at my nightstand clock. "Fuck, it's late. My parents…your parents…they'll freak!"
"Don't worry," I assured him. "My parents are gone for the next two days."
Randy still looked unsure of what to do.
"Please stay here with me, Rand. I need you," I told him honestly.
He laid back beside me and held me in his huge, tattooed arms. "Okay, but only because I love you so much."
"I love you too, Randy, thank you for this," I thanked him.
Outside of John's house, a shadowy figure stood in the dark light, arrogantly chuckling to himself. "Well, well…it seems the bond has grown stronger between them…looks like it's time to up the ante. I can't have them getting too close, can I…?"
End of chapter 10.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! This is the longest chapter I've written so far, I believe! I was so inspired for this chapter, so please leave a review!