Howls and Home Runs (Mascot Matchups #1)

9. Lainey

Chapter nine

Lainey

M y hand flies up to catch the drop of spit from Wilder’s jaw and I mindlessly pop my finger into my mouth. His fur stands and his eyes go wide. My wolf likes this.

Keeping my eyes on Wilder’s, I swirl my tongue around my finger, letting out a low moan. His mouth hangs open and needy whines escape. I suck my finger into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it before releasing it with a pop. Wilder’s tongue lolls out of his mouth and he pants. My brain warns me not to tease the wolf before me, but my body is egging me on relentlessly .

My panties were soaked before, but the moment I saw Wilder’s thick shaft… let’s just say there’s a flash flood warning in Pantyville now. It’s a perfect pink shade, lined with thick veins that make him look ribbed, and a uniquely pointed tip. His cock stares at me, just begging to be touched. He stays rigidly still, unsure of what he should do, but the cum dripping into his lap from his fervid cock is sign enough for me. He wants this too.

Screw you brain.

I throw myself into his lap, much too eager, but too lost in these feelings to stop myself. Wilder cages me against his body with his massive arms as we boop noses awkwardly. How does one kiss a giant wolf head?

Instead of thinking about it, I just go for it. It’s a little awkward at first but we quickly find a rhythm of tongues and gentle teeth.

His paws caress my body, spreading erotic heat everywhere. My bike shorts and tank top suddenly feel too hot, too tight, and too wet. Wilder lifts his head, taking a deep inhale, his nostrils flaring and eyes darkening.

“So. Fucking. Delicious.” His growl comes out short and deep. God, those growls shoot fireworks into my core. I dry hump his thigh like a horny teenager, the more I rub myself against him, the more he moans. His sounds of arousal flood my panties even more. I need more of that sweet sound.

“I need you Wilder.” I pant into his fur, digging my fingers into his chest.

“Take what you need Lainey.” Wilder’s moans turn to submissive mewls as he lets me take control.

He nips my neck softly, eliciting a whimper from my lips, briefly stopping to look at me as if he’s checking in. I nod and crash my mouth to his, our tongues tangling in a hot and heavy wolfy make out sesh. I need to feel him.

I reach a hand down between us and stroke Wilder’s cock, my hand hardly fitting around its girth. It’s hot and velvety and already drenched in his precum, my hand gliding effortlessly along his length.

I lean back on his lap so I can watch his expressions while I stroke him. The way his face scrunches as he tries to hold back for me. His ears flicking wildly about. The way his eyes crease as he holds them closed, his back teeth grinding together when my hand glides over his tip. Every reaction eggs me on. Wilder’s so hot like this, barely hanging on with my hand pumping him.

“Lainey, I’m…”

“Be a good boy and cum for me.” I dig my freehand into the fur behind his head tugging ever so slightly. His eyes darken as his body starts to tense and claws dig into my hips. The squeeze feels fine at first, until it doesn’t.

“Ow!” I squeal. Wilder’s paws release me immediately, fear spreading across his face.

“Shit, I’m so sorry Lainey. I didn’t…”

I check my sides, no blood, just an indentation. Reaching out I grab his long face between my hands. “Wilder, it’s ok. You didn’t hurt me. I’m fine, I promise.” He pulls me closer, his head on my shoulder. I can feel his fur bristle and his body shake.

“I… I thought I hurt you… L-Like…” He whimpers and it sounds so defeated and sad. I wrap my arm around him and squeeze.

“Shhh. You’re ok big guy. We’re ok.”

I release him, leaning back slightly to reach for his face again, but he stands us up, gently setting me down on the floor as he backs away from me. “Wilder, wait-” I reach my hand out for him, but he doesn’t take it, only putting more distance between us. I watch him pace back and forth feeling helpless, standing uncomfortably in my sopping wet bike shorts, my heart breaking for him.