AN: Pretty much all the vampires and a bit of the wolf-pack belong to SM.
I don't even own Trisha, Ethan, David, Taylor, or any of the other wolf kids, except Jesse. They belong to yay4shanghai. She's just letting me borrow them for a little while because she's cool like that!
I'm overwhelmed at the response to this story! I'm so happy you guys continue to like it and review!
Very, very special thanks to yay4shanghai for being the most awesome beta on the face of the planet and a majorly cool person and to KupKakes09 because she rocks and I bounce a lot of ideas off her through our late night chats! Don't forget to show them some love!
Also, check out these other authors: She's A Boozer, Call Me Embrys, Zuzak, Augustblack, and NataliaNicolette.
WARNING: There's a lemon in this one! You have been warned!
P.S. I totally listened to "Butterfly" by Jason Mraz—it beyond drips sex!
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Chapter 16: "Fireworks"
TRISHA'S POV
He pulled me away from him and looked me in the eyes. "I have to say something to you. If I don't say it now, I'll regret it. Trisha," he diverted his eyes a little, "I love you."
Fuck! How was I supposed to respond to that? I thought.
Suddenly my night of happiness and bliss became a lot more complicated.
I looked deeper into his eyes and I had to say it. "I love you, too, Dimples." And I did. As much as I might try to deny it or curtail it, I loved him. Very much. I started to wonder if it was possible to love two people so much. His smiled melted me and the feeling of my mostly-naked body to next to his completely-naked body gave me goosebumps.
"What 'bout you, Trisha? What do you want to do when you graduate next year?" I smiled because he had never, ever asked me about my future before. Probably because it hurt him too much to think it would be devoid of him.
"I want to go to college. Not far from here, I was thinking maybe Port Angeles," I said as he smiled back at me. "I want to be a teacher. You know, here on the rez, help with the next generation of wolves."
He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. "You would be perfect for that. I love how you are with kids, especially Jesse. I hope that doesn't make me sound sexist."
"Not at all. I do love kids, and I do want to be a Mom someday, but I want this for myself first. Does that make me selfish?" It was strange for me to be so open and honest about this with him.
David chuckled at me. "Nope."
I ran my hand along his abs and felt him twitch a little. "David," I whispered in his ear, "You are so unbelievably sexy." I kissed his shoulder, and moved my hand down to his happy place, as he grunted.
"Woman, you're gunna kill me!" He said, rolling on top of me. "Can I return the favor?" I wasn't completely sure what returning the favor would entail, but what the hell, it's not like I was going anywhere. I nodded to him and pulled his lips to mine, before he pulled away and started trailing kisses down my chest.
"Can I tell you something without making you mad?" He asked.
"Sure," I said.
"I think your, uh, boobs are, uh, prettier than any of the girls I saw on the movies," David said nervously.
I ran my fingers through his hair. "Thanks…now back to work."
"Yes, ma'am," David said, returning his lips to my stomach. His kisses were sublime! Warm and loving, yet passionate and moist. He moved farther south, circling my belly button with his tongue, causing me to arch my back into him and moan.
"David…more," I lost control of my speech momentarily. He growled and kept kissing, all the way down to my right hipbone then moving to my inner thigh. He hooked his fingers into the hem of my panties, looking at me for permission to continue. Of course, I nodded and gave it to him. Every spot once covered by my lavender panties, was now covered with David's kisses.
David used his shoulders to spread my legs, leaving me fully exposed to him, as I felt myself getting wetter. He ran his tongue down my thigh, reaching my core, plunging in. He moved his tongue to my clit, circling it, and causing me to feel like I was about explode.
"David…that feels so… don't stop," I managed to moan out.
He moved back to my core and growled. That did it! I felt my stomach tighten and my walls clench, as I struggled to breath. Then his tongue made its way inside me and I let go, letting my orgasm take control of my body.
"Fuck!" I almost screamed and David moved really quickly to cover my mouth.
"Shh…Do you want your Dad to catch us?" He whispered.
Too late. I heard Dad's feet hit the hardwood and come running to my room.
"Shit!" David whispered, grabbing his pants, throwing them on and then literally jumping out the window.
I couldn't find my nightgown, so I pulled the covers completely over my head, hiding from him.
"Trisha? You asleep?" Dad said.
I didn't move, just slowed my breathing a little.
"I told you, you were imaging things," I heard Mom say. "Now, come back to bed, you big overprotective wolf."
"I'll be right there," Dad said. Mom scurried along but Dad didn't move. "I smell wolf," he said clearly talking to himself. He heard him moving around and sniffing. "Definitely a Uley…" Still talking to himself. He got closer to the bed, and I tried not to move. "Hmm…Very interesting…"
I heard Dad grab the phone next to my bed and dial a number. "Sam, hey, it's Paul. Do me a favor and check to make sure David's in his room…I know it's two in the morning but I can smell him all over Trisha's room and it's fresh…No, she's asleep…I just know, okay… Are you sure it's him and not Mark?...Let me talk to him...I don't give a shit! Wake him up!" I heard Dad pause for a second and take a deep breath. "David Uley, were you just in my daughter's bedroom?...Don't 'no, sir' me, I can smell you all over…And when was this?... Uh-huh…Fine…David, son, you know I like you, but if I so much as catch you eyeing a part of my daughter's body with lust, your Dad won't have to worry about you passing on the wolf gene, if you know what I mean…okay…Night, Sam…"
It took every ounce of strength to keep from cracking up laughing. I could tell Dad was dissatisfied with himself, as he let out a huff and slammed the phone down.
The next morning, at the breakfast table, as Dad shoved in forkfuls of pancakes and bacon, he eyed me suspiciously.
"So, Rachel, I called the Uley's last night. David was fast asleep in his bed, but I could swear I smelled him all over Trisha's room," Dad said, trying to be coy.
"If you want to know something, why don't you just ask me?" I said.
Mom choked on her orange juice and looked at Dad's face. We stared each other down, before Dad gave up and went back to his breakfast. The doorbell rang soon after and Dad looked pissed that he was being dragged from his feast.
"Oh. Good morning, David," Dad said, with no emotion in his voice.
I got out of my seat and ran over to him, throwing my arms around his neck. "Good save," I whispered very low. He laughed a little.
"David, would you like some breakfast?" Mom asked, as Dad grunted and covered the plate of pancakes in the middle of the table. "Stop it," she said, slapping him on the wrist.
David was a good sport. "No, ma'am. Thanks, though." He smiled at me and gave me a quick peck. "Wanna go cliff-diving with the pack today?"
"No, I think maybe I'll stay here and do some stuff around the house," Dad said. Did he really think David was asking him?
"As much as I'm sure the pack would love to see the infamous Paul Wise cannonball, I'm pretty sure that question was aimed at Trisha, my dear," Mom said, patting his hand.
Dad mumbled something that started out as, "back in my day," then drifted off.
"I would love to. Let me go get my suit," I said, walking off to my room. David grabbed me by the wrist and pulled my ear to his lips.
"Wear the purple one," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine. I complied with his request, slipping on a purple tankini and throwing on a pair of cutoff and flip-flops.
"Be home for dinner," Mom yelled as we ran out the door to David's truck.
He held my hand and I snuggled into his side as we drove to the cliffs. He stopped a little before we reached our destination.
"I wanted to talk to you about last night," he said, looking me in the eyes. "Umh, it was…"
"Horrible?" I asked, suddenly insecure and worried by the way he said 'Umh.'
"Oh, God, no," he grabbed my face in his hands. "No, I wanted to tell you that it was like the most awesome thing I've ever felt and that I don't want you to think, though, that you've got to do that to keep me, you know?"
I smiled at him and kissed him. "I know that, David. I don't want you to think that either." I looked down. "Can I talk to you, really talk to you, about stuff?" I said, feeling like I might cry.
"You can always talk to me about anything. Even if it pisses me off a little, I'm still gonna listen to you," He smirked.
I pulled myself closer to him, needing to feel his warmth more. "David…you know, I'm not a virgin, right?" He growled and balled his fist.
"Nevermind. You said you would listen," I said, frustrated and started pulling away. But he grabbed me.
"I'm sorry. It just still gets to me, you know. Seeing it from Ethan's perspective and all," he said.
"What do you mean, 'seeing it from Ethan's perspective?'" I was confused now. I knew that David knew Ethan and I had slept together but as to how he ascertained that knowledge I didn't really give much thought. I could tell that David was hurting, even thinking about the memories of his lost friend and me.
"He sorta showed us. When he phased. I saw you, your face, when he was…fucking you," David kept his eyes down, looking at his lap.
Why would Ethan do that? What we shared was special?
"I'm sorry…" I whispered, now looking down at my lap, ashamed of what I had thought was the most loving experience of my life.
David's huge finger met my chin and he pulled my face to look at him. "Trisha, as much as you know I'm mad at Ethan right now, he didn't show me that to hurt you. He wanted to piss me off." He sat silent for minute. "It worked, by the way. I wanted to kill him right then, but I knew you were out there suffering and I needed to help you, so I went to get you instead."
"Thank you," I said scooting closer to him. He pulled me into his lap and held me, just rubbing my back and kissing my neck.
"I love you, Trisha," he whispered in my ear, sucking on the patch of skin just below my earlobe.
"I love you too, David," I whispered back, turning my head to face him and kissing his lips. Then it hit me. If Ethan showed them everything we had done, then was it safe to assume that David would too? Because I really didn't want the pack to know I had sucked him dry last night or that he had a magical tongue that could push me into oblivion. "Will they see it? Everything we've done?"
He took a deep breath and sighed. "I'll try to keep out as much as I can but sometimes things just slip."
"Just try, please. I don't want them to think I'm, I don't know, a slut or something. I wouldn't do any of the things I've done if I didn't love the person I did them with," I was worried again. I was going to return to being the reservation tramp, and I had finally started to get the trust back from my Dad.
"I know that. I'm not happy that you and Ethan, you know, did it. But I know that you loved him. And what we did last night was love, you know," He said. I kissed him chastely on the lips and nuzzled my head into his neck. We sat like that for ten minutes before Mark knocked on the window.
David rolled it down. "May I help you?" He asked.
"My curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to make sure you hadn't devoured the poor girl," Mark said.
David laughed. "There you go with them big words again. Me, I'm just a simple kinda guy."
I smiled and pulled David's lips to mine. "I love your simplicity." I felt him smile as I kissed him again.
"Please refrain from sexual relations in front of wee children. It's disturbing, to say the least," Mark huffed.
"Do we look like we're having sex? Cuz we could totally show you what it should look like if ya want," David said sarcastically to his little brother who then scrunched his nose.
"I'll pass but thank you anyway," Mark said, hopping into the bed of the truck. "Onward, ho!"
"Don't talk about David like that!" I shot back, smiling and laughing.
"You so did not just call me a ho!" David said.
"Yes, but you're my ho," I said sweetly kissing him on the cheek.
In less than five minutes we made it to the cliffs. The wolves had already started diving, while several girls stood around watching them, and squealing as the wolves would tackle them with their wet bodies. I recognized one of the girls as a bitchy princess I'd seen in Forks. Then another was Tiffany. She was a pretty girl that I knew David had dated before Mallory. Unlike Mallory, Tiffany was actually sweet and seemed genuinely happy to see David happy.
Most of the next few weeks were spent time hanging out with "my wolf-boys" (David, Mark and Taylor). David got a job working as an assistant to a contractor in Forks, an old friend of Charlie's. He spent his days there, then his evenings on patrol, before making his way to me at night. On the weekends, he would occasionally help Embry out at the garage, when things got busy, and I loved watching him work, his tight button up Dickies shirt and matching navy pants. I tried to keep listening to Mark and kept Ethan at the back of my mind, but I still loved him too.
It became customary for me to spend afternoons at the beach, sometimes taking Jesse to play in the sand and water. Claire would come home every now and then and go with me. But one day in mid-June, I was by myself. I packed a lunch to take to David at the garage, and just wanted a few minutes to relax before I saw him. I sat on the driftwood, watching the relaxing pattern of the waves come in and then back out of shore. I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye, moving and kicking rocks. He was holding the hand of a toddler, not quite sure of her walking abilities yet.
"Uncle Jared!" I yelled to him and waved, trying to get his attention.
He looked to me and smiled, scooping up Annabelle and coming to meet me.
"Hey Trisha-bug! How are you? It's been a long time," he said, giving me a one armed hug while cradling Annabelle in the other.
"It has! Too long," I said. I turned my attention to the little girl in his arms. "And look at you! You've gotten so big! I can't believe Brady let you out of his sight!" I tickled her belly softly as she giggled.
"Who 'dat, Daddy?" she asked. My heart sunk. She didn't know me. She didn't know who I was. Then I wondered, if she didn't know who I was, would she remember Ethan? Would he just be a blur to her?
"Baby Belle, you remember Trisha," Jared said trying to smile at me and ease the tension.
She scrunched her face up. "In pichure with E-fan," she said.
"That's right," Jared hugged her.
He looked at me, seeing how my demeanor had changed. But I tried to shake it off, to put Ethan out of my mind, by remembering the look on David's face.
"How's your Dad, Trisha?" Jared asked cuddling the squirming Annabelle to his chest.
"He's good. I think he misses you, though. You should stop by and see him sometime," I said. Prior to the imprint mess, Paul Wise and Jared Wahalla were thick as thieves, besties till the end of time. They were best men at each others' weddings and not many photos of Dad existed in our house without Jared by his side.
"Maybe I'll do that. Tell the folks hey for me. I'll see ya," and then he and Annabelle walked away.
David must have sensed my anxiety when I arrived at the garage. He picked me up and kissed me chastely on the lips. "You okay?" he asked. I nodded to him and leaned in for another kiss.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, move it to the break room, love birds," Embry said, as I blushed.
David took my hand and kissed it. "Come on, Dollface."
I sat with him while he scarfed down his lunch, winking at me.
I leaned forward on the table and kissed him on the lips. "Does this door lock?" I asked him.
He scooted the chair back and moved to lock the door, closing the blinds. I sat up on the table and eyed him as he walked over to me. I widened my legs, letting him fit into space between them, as he took my lips in his. I roughened the kiss, wanting more of him, and begging for his tongue. I slipped my shirt off and his right hand grabbed my breast, squeezing it, as I ran my hand to the zipper on his pants. He moaned and I felt myself start to drip between my legs.
"How long do you have?" I whispered in his ear, pushing my hand into his boxers, pulling him out.
"A little while," he whispered back. I bit my bottom lip, as he pushed my legs farther apart, pushing my mini-skirt up.
Fuck! This is not how I want our first time to be, not in the breakroom of Embry's garage! What is it with me and cars? I thought.
"Just hands, honey, nothing else yet," he said. Well, in that case…
I grabbed his erection and pulled, hard.
"Fuck!" He groaned. I pulled him closer between my legs and started grinding my clothed, wet core against him. It didn't take long, as I heard the familiar change in his breathing. His kisses got rougher and he started thrusting his hips. OH. MY. FUCK!
I started to feel myself tightening. "Ooh…ahh…don't stop, honey," I moaned to him. I licked his neck as his grunts became more frequent and his hand slipped under my bra. He kept pulling me closer and I felt him shudder a little.
"Go ahead, sweetie," I said, sucking on his neck.
"Fuckity fuck fuck fuck!" He moaned, moving himself to my thigh, spilling onto me, his hips still thrusting. "That was…wow! So hot…"
I giggled at him, though I had to admit I was a little disappointed I didn't get a chance to finish off the experience. I moved to pull my skirt back down when he grabbed my hands.
"You think we're done? Not even close," David said, kissing me. "Layback."
I complied, as he spread my legs, bending them at the knee and placing my feet flat on the table. Very quickly, he pulled my panties off, kissing my thighs, up and then down, moving his hand to my slit, putting his thumb on my clit, and gently, very gently slipping a finger in me. "Oh, shit, David…" He moved his thumb in a clockwise direction then moved his finger in then out. He added another finger and I felt my orgasm coming.
"Faster…ugh, David…" I moaned out at him. He pulled one of my breast out of my bra and sucked on the nipple. "Ooh… ooooh!" And I let go into his hand, pulling him down and biting his now exposed shoulder.
We both started to laugh as we came down from the high.
"Quit fucking on my table and get the hell back out here, David!" Embry yelled, banging on the door.
"Holy shit! He's not gonna tell our Dads, is he?" I asked him, my eyes as big as stoplights.
David laughed again and kissed me. "No, honey. You're my imprint, I think he'd careless what we were doing." He pulled his boxers up and zipped his pants back up.
He grabbed my panties from the table and slipped them in his pocket. "Mind if I keep these?" He asked, kissing me again.
"Umh, I guess not," I said still kissing him.
He lifted me off the table, as my knees buckled a little. "Whoa, Dollface, you okay?"
I giggled, again. "Yeah, just a little drunk, I think." He grabbed my hand and proceeded back to the garage. Embry stood under one of the cars, eyeing us, as I heard Sam clear his throat.
"Fuck," David said very low under his breath.
"David, Trisha, can I speak to you two in the breakroom, please?" Sam said.
"Umh, Dad does Trisha really need to stay?" David asked.
Sam shook his head at us. "Yeah, she does." David pulled me closer as we moved back to the breakroom. Sam took a breath and then turned up his nose, shaking his head. "Actually, Trisha, why don't you step out for just a sec."
I did as Sam asked watching him shut the door behind him.
"David, son, you are walking a thin line, boy. This room smells of sex. What would you have done if I was Paul, huh?"
"I don't know, Dad. I guess we'd have dealt with it," I heard David say.
Sam laughed. "You know, I really don't care what the hell you two do. We tried the sex talk a long time ago with Quil and, well, you two are old enough to make that decision, should you choose. I just want you to know, I'm not covering for you anymore. No more lying to Paul, got it?"
"Yes, sir," David said. I liked hearing him talk to his Dad with such admiration. I knew David loved his Dad and that Sam was his hero, but listening to him, so much respect and awe in his voice, was amazing. I instantly smiled and Embry laughed.
"I see you over there," Embry smirked. "I never would have pegged you for a girl that got off on authority."
"Shut up!" I yelled at him picking up an old magazine and throwing it at him.
The door to the breakroom opened and Sam wiggled his finger at me, beckoning me in. I walked in sheepishly to see David leaning against the table, the table that we had just defiled. He looked down at the ground, giving me a slight smile. He put his hand out and I took it, still not looking at Sam.
"Trisha, did you hear what I said to David?" Sam asked, speaking much sweeter to me than he had to David.
"Yes, sir," I whispered, keeping my head down. Sam chuckled.
"Sweetie, you're not in trouble yet. Just keep an eye out for your Dad. And, guys, be careful, you know what I mean? Be careful." There is nothing more embarrassing then your boyfriend's Dad talking to you about sex, especially when that Dad happens to be like a second or third or fourth father to you.
Sam left almost immediately after the "discussion" and I followed soon after. I smiled to myself when I pulled up in the driveway to see the Wahalla minivan parked next to Dad's Tahoe. I smiled even bigger when I walked in the door to see Jared sitting in the recliner next to Dad, yelling at the television. "Why the fuck would you pull the pitcher this late in the game?!" Dad yelled.
"What the hell are they thinking? It's no wonder the Cubs have the worst record in the league!" Jared yelled.
"Ah, for the love of Jacob Black, a fuckin' home run!" Dad yelled.
"You stole that from Mark! He says that," I said. Dad and Jared laughed.
"I think the Cards have this one in the bag, bro," Jared said, as it seemed the men were ignoring me. It also seemed like no animosity had ever existed between the two of them. They were like I had always remembered, a little more tense and grayed in the temple area, but the same goofy guys, hanging out, watching sports.
Kim sauntered in two beers in her hands. "Boys, try to watch your goddamn mouth around the kids, would ya?" She tossed the beers to the guys before catching a glimpse of me. "Well look what the wolf dragged in! Trisha Mortimer Wise! Girl, you're looking hot this summer day!" She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.
"I sure have missed you, Aunt Kim," I said, as she hugged me. I tightened my hold on her, not wanting to let go for fear she'd never hug me again.
"Sweetie, I'm not going anywhere," Kim said. I still wasn't convinced but for the moment things seemed reconciled and it was nice to see old friends reunited.
The Fourth of July would be the true testament to the strength of the reconciliation. Everyone would be at our house, the Wahallas, the Uleys, the Clearwaters, just like every year. I was giddy at the sight of Dad and Jared hanging out with the other wolves, drinking beer and grilling meat. It seemed like old times, minus one important person…Ethan. No you're not going to think about him! Remember David!
And as I thought that, David rounded the corner with Jesse in his arms and a smile on his face. He kissed my cheek and then helped Dad at the grill, which I found oddly sexy, watching him try to figure out the perfect time to flip the burgers. I couldn't help but smile when he played football with the wolf-kids, trying really hard not to hurt any of them worrying as he put it, he "might squish them like a grape."
When the sun set in the west and the night sky was dark, the fireworks began. David sat next to the wolf-kids on the ground, anxiously awaiting each new colorful explosion. He pulled me to sit on his lap and I was all too happy to follow his orders. Not five minutes into it, being so close to him, I couldn't keep from kissing him. The kisses started out sweet and innocent before becoming passionate, hard, and loving. It was driving me insane!
I knew if he kissed me again with the same passion and love, I wouldn't make be able to hold out any longer. I listened as the group enjoyed the fireworks, leaning up to David's ear, "Let's go to your house, Dimples…I think we can beat these fireworks." He growled and lifted me up, carrying me away from the party to his truck, kissing me.
His hands were everywhere on my backside, groping at my ass and I pushed into him harder, knowing tonight was it. Everything we'd held back was going to break away. He slid me into the seat, climbing in next to me and starting the engine. David was generally a pretty responsible driver, however, tonight, that all disappeared as he sped down the road from my house to his. I kept my lips on various parts of his neck, licking and sucking, wanting any part of him so badly that I even picked up his hand, holding his finger and sucking on it.
"Shit, Trisha! You're gonna make me cum and we're not even to the house yet," he said.
"Honey, I plan on making you cum more than once tonight," I whispered in his ear.
"You really are trying to kill me, aren't you?" He asked laughing, pulling into the Uley's driveway, as I sat in awe knowing no one else was home and wouldn't be for quite some time.
David pulled me out of the truck and I attached myself to his front, locking my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Our tongues moved together and I licked the roof of his mouth as he growled again. He threw the front door open, our bodies still intertwined, as he walked down the hallway, pushing me against the wall, ripping off my sundress and moving his hot mouth to my breast.
"Do you have any idea how bad I want you right now?" I asked him. I grabbed one of his hands and pushed it to my wet core. I moaned and pushed myself harder into him.
He carried us into the bedroom and started to lay me on my back. "No! You on bottom." I said, kissing him hard and pulling his shirt off, then moving my hands to unbutton his jeans. I moved my legs and started pushing his jeans and his boxers off with my feet. He stepped out them then grabbed my lace panties and ripped them off. I threw off the final remnants of my once cute red dress and realized we were completely naked and he was hard as a rock. "Bed! Now!" I screamed to him, feeling like the caveman I had once accused him of being.
I pushed him a little to lay on his back, taking my tongue and running it from his chest down to his just above his erection. He was so beautiful and I wanted him inside me. I wanted every part of him touching me.
"You have a very dangerous look in your eyes, dollface," he said, grabbing both of my breast with his hand, kneading them and causing me to slightly rock my hips even though he was still very much outside of me.
"David…we have all night for slow and cuddly…right now, I just want you to fuck me," I moaned in his ear, listening to his breathing hitch as I lined my self up with him.
"Your wish, my command," he said, grabbing hold of my hips and slowly lowering me down.
My eyes rolled back as I took him in. "Fucking son-of-a-bitch!" I moaned out, very loudly. I ran my fingertips down his chest, listening to him groan and thrust forward a little. I knew I wasn't going to last long and I could see David trying really hard keep himself, well, hard. I rocked my hips once, then a second time.
"Fuck, Trisha! You're like a sex goddess! I can like feel you all around me, and goddamn, I…it's like the best…Oh, shit!" He screamed as I continued my rocking motion for a third time, feeling myself getting close. "Uh…uhhh…FUCK!" And then I felt him spill his baby batter inside me. I wasn't quite finished, so I grabbed his hand, moving his index finger to my clit.
"Rub, now," I said. I could feel he had softened inside me, but I was going to savor this, dammit!
Two…that's the number of circles it took his finger to make around my clit before I felt my orgasm take over. "OOOOOHHHHHHH!" I let out one loud moan, as I clenched onto him.
"Holy Fuck!" He groaned out and I immediately felt him harden again.
David rolled us, placing me on back and whispered in my ear. "Guess who's not a virgin anymore?"
I giggled a little, still feeling him inside me and wanting friction.
"Can we do it again?" He asked me, licking my neck and then sucking on my nipple.
"Yes, please," I moaned to him, bucking my hips up to show him what I wanted. He took my wrist in his hands and pulled them above my head to grab onto the headboard.
He pulled himself up, pushing deeper inside me, and I couldn't help but whimper at the sensation this angle created. I could feel his size this way and I felt much more vulnerable, as he pushed into me again.
"Uh, again, David…harder…" I said, wrapping my legs at his ass. He granted my wish and plunged into me, causing me to cry out. "DAVID!"
He increased his speed and I could hear the bed creaking below us. "I love you, Trisha. I love every part of you."
I pulled his head to mine and kissed him hard. "I love you, too…Don't stop…please…don't…" He growled from deep in his chest and I felt the bed starting to give a little and a little soreness beginning to set in. "David…you feel…so huge…"
He pulled my leg away from his, closer to his chest and I let out an animalistic type howl, as I came, sounding a little like the wolves. He pushed into me as I moaned and withered under him, hearing the bed give one last creak, before hearing it collapse on the ground.
My eyes widened, and David looked around for a second. "Your Momma's gonna kill us," I said moving sweaty hair from his brow.
He bit his lip. "Yeah, umh, she's not the only one." He said.
"What?" I asked, completely confused.
"This isn't my bed…this is Mark's," he stuttered out, still inside of me.
I looked at him, still trying to catch my breath. "No fucking way! David, he's gonna be so pissed. Shit! Shit! Shit!"
"So does that mean we're through for the evening? I mean, the damage has already been done, so why not take advantage of it," he said with a sly look on his face.
"Dear God, I've created a monster!" I moaned pulling him down to kiss me.
His kiss was softer this time. I knew he wanted me again, but this time had to be different. "David, sweetie?"
He looked at me, smiling and stroking my hair. "Yes, dollface?"
"Can I ask a favor?" I said, my voice sounding small.
"What's up, babe?" He asked me.
I was finished with fucking for the night. I wanted David, but I wanted him slow and tender, like I knew his first time should have been.
"I don't want you to fuck me," I said, and he pulled away a little defeated. "No, sweetie, I want you to make love to me. Like real love, not animalistic humping."
He smiled his "David-smile" and kissed me. "I would love to make love to you," he whispered.
DAVID'S POV
Okay, David, you gotta go slow, dude. She wants you to make love to her, slow, slow. This was going to be harder than I thought. The fucking I could handle, no biggie. I mean, I'm David Uley, goddammit! I'm a freakin' wolf, that's what we do, we bang our mates into next week. But being gentle, that was gonna take work.
"Kiss me, please," Trisha whimpered to me, as I pulled out of her a little. It made me so hot to listen to her good manners. She said please and I could've let my load go right then. I kissed her lips and then pulled myself off of her. I couldn't stop staring, wanting to touch every single fucking inch of her. I was still inside her feeling warm and safe. Being inside her was like sitting next to a fireplace on a cold night. It was like home.
She could the look in my eye. I was scared shitless. I had no idea how to do this. I mean, fuck, I'd just lost my virginity less than an hour ago and now I needed to forget the rough shit and love her.
Trisha sat up a little, not letting me fall out of her and cupped my cheek. She smiled at me. "You still want to do this, right?"
I smiled back at her. I wanted this, I wanted to love her, to show her how much she meant to me.
"Just go slow, sweetie, and keep your eyes on me," she whispered. Trisha kissed her fingertips, moving them to my collarbone and then down my chest. "You can do this, David, I trust you."
I took a deep breath and moved closer to her. I kissed her soft, pouty lips, surrounding them with my own, slowly putting my tongue in her mouth. Our heads moved in unison and I pushed a little deeper into her. She pushed her hips up and moved hitched her leg to my hip. I put my forehead on hers and kept my eyes focused, feeling like I could drown in ecstasy. One of her hands held on tightly to my hair, while the other softly clawed at my back. She licked her lips. "Eyes on me, sweetie," she moaned out.
I pushed in her again, softly sucking on her lips. I laid her back down gently, and placed my hands on the sides of her face, still not breaking eye contact. "Move, sweetie," she whispered.
I pulled out and then pushed back in slowly, pulled out and pushed in. She whimpered, as I sped up just a little. Her eyes widened as I moved my hips in a circle. "I need more of you," she groaned, not softly this time, but loudly. Her voice was so different like this, like it dripped with pure lust and I had to control myself.
I pulled her legs up, pushing them to the side, and then plunging in softly. She gasped! "Do you want me to do that again?" I asked her, not sounding at all sexy, just asking the question. She nodded and bit her lip. I pushed her legs wider again and rocked into her slowly. "AAAAHHHHHH," she moaned.
I liked that sound. Her pleasured moan was the best sound in the world, my Trisha loving the feeling of me inside her. This time, I didn't ask, I just moved, swiveling my hips. Around and around, my breathing speeding up, as the friction of our sweaty bodies forced my dick to twitch. It wanted to me let it go but I wasn't gonna let it win. Her breaths hitched and she must have known what I was thinking about because she smiled.
"I named him," she groaned. She was talking about my dick! She named him!
I didn't stop the rolling of my hips as I lifted an eyebrow.
"He's my Wolf." She moaned.
"That's ironic! You named my dick Wolf!" I grunted.
"You and Wolf can go faster now, please." That's what I needed to hear!
I sped up my thrust, listening to her. "So hot…my head is spinning…"
"Look at me, dollface." I didn't want her fucking passing out. How romantic is that? I needed to see her eyes, her face.
I started to thrust a little harder and deeper.
"I'm gonna cum…DON'T STOP!...FFUUCCKK., DAVID!" Her screaming my name, plus the fact that when she came I felt like my Wolf had just put on a turtleneck sweater, I let myself go.
"Trish…Trisha…SOOO RIGHT!" What the fuck did that mean? Hell, I didn't care! I finally released, grabbing onto the headboard, no longer in control of my body. With one final thrust, I pulled on the bed and then let go, hearing it smack into the wall.
I chuckled, still not being able to breathe. She kissed my almost every inch of my sweat soaked face, smiling at me and running her fingers through her hair. I didn't pull out of her as I rolled on my back, pulling her to cuddle into my side.
"Thank you," I said. "Wolf thanks you, too."
She giggled. "David, I'm gonna go sleep. Is that okay?" Her words were slurred a little, and I could tell she was worn out.
"Mmmhmm," I mumbled, watching her drift off to sleep following not far behind her.
I woke up the next morning to Trisha sucking my ear, lightly running her fingers through my hair. I pulled her closer and breathed, taking in her scent. Apples, cinnamon, and something else. It was familiar, I had smelled it on her before. What was it? My head started to hurt thinking so hard and then it hit me.
"Holy Fuck!" I screamed and pushed her a little to get out of bed, butt naked and tripping over my shorts from last night.
Trisha looked confused and hurt. "Did I do something wrong?" She asked me.
I stood in front of her and saw her eyes move down to Wolf. She licked her lips and I knew she was gonna wanna go at it again. But I had to stop it! Fuck, this was bad…
"Trisha, dollface, umh, I think we may've fucked up, babe?" I stuttered.
Her face looked even more hurt and I saw tears start to cloud her eyes. "I thought…you wanted…I…"
Shit! I had really fucked up! "No, sweetie, we didn't fuck up by having sex. That was special…it's just…You 'member how I used to have to stay away from you for a couple of days?"
She nodded. "I was in heat?" I couldn't tell if she was asking it as a question.
I started to pace now, completely naked. "Dollface…Shit! You smell so good to me right now. Do you know what I'm trying to tell you?"
I watched Trisha sit for a second and think and then saw her eyes get big. "Did you smell it last night, David?!" She was panicking now. Fuck, I was panicking now. I couldn't remember…Did I smell it and not care or was it not there?
"I don't know! I can't remember! You're on the pill though, right?" I was trying to make this alright but it wasn't working.
"No! I was but when Ethan left I was a little too distraught to remember to take birth control!" She yelled at me. I felt like she had just kicked me in the junk. She said his name while she's laying naked in my brother's bed. "You know what this means, David? FUCK!"
I tried really hard not to breath too deeply because she smelled delicious and I already wanted to throw her down and fuck her, again. "Maybe it's okay…maybe it just started this morning…maybe you won't get pregnant…Yeah, maybe that's it!" Shit, I don't know if I'm convincing her or me?
She crawled out of the bed, wrapping the sheet tight around her chest. "Can I b-b-borrow some cl-cl-othes? You k-kinda destroyed mine last night." She was crying now. I needed to hold her. I wanted to. I couldn't stand seeing her like this but I didn't know if I'd be able to control myself. I had to try. I walked over to her and pulled her into my chest she started sobbing.
"It's okay. It'll be okay," I rocked her a little and kissed her forehead.
"How do you know that, David? What if I'm pregnant? What're we gonna do?" Her voice was louder now and her sobs turned into pleading.
I had no fucking idea what to do! And this ain't exactly one of those things you can ask your Momma. "Hey Momma, Trisha and I banged our brains out last night and now she's in heat. What do we do?"
I kept holding her. "How soon can we take a test?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "I don't know. That's not something that you just learn in school."
Then, I had a brilliant idea! "We'll Google it!"
I dug under my bed, throwing boxers and socks out, to get my laptop, another brilliant Christmas present from Momma and Dad last year. I sat down on the bed, still naked. "Give me the name of a pregnancy test brand," I said to Trisha.
She looked at me. "I don't know…umh, First Response."
So I typed it in the magnificent search box waiting, as it took forever for the page to load. I clicked the link. "Ooh, okay, here is says First Response can tell us five days sooner!"
"What the fuck, David? That doesn't help! Five days sooner than when?" Trisha snapped at me.
Okay, I could see the flaw in that now, but at the moment, I thought it ingenious. We were back to square one. I googled again, typing in "how long do you have to wait to take a pregnancy test." This time it was more accurate. "Okay, it says about three weeks after ovu-ovu-lation."
Trisha nodded. "If I'm in heat, I'm ovulating now."
"So we wait three weeks?" I asked her.
"We wait three weeks," she sighed.
It was going to be a very long three weeks…
*NEXT CHAPTER: "Diarios de América del Sur"
Second AN: Okay, funny story, the Google First Reponse comment about "five days sooner" actually happened when KupKakes09 and I were chatting. I asked her how long you had to wait to take a pregnancy test and she was like "I'll Google it." Then she said "First Response can tell you five day sooner. WTF?! That doesn't help." I told her I was soooo putting it in the story!