Chapter 5 - Chris

I mindlink the girls, letting them know the booth is occupied and not to come in for a while. JoJo seems completely occupied by both her males and just hums in response. Fati and Summer are dancing on the stage next to DJ Tag, who looks completely enamored with them. Poor guy—he’s going to have to pick one, because those two do not share with other she-wolves. He’ll find out soon enough.

Esteban’s hands are all over me, but not in a grabby, crude way. No—it's reverent. Like he can’t believe he’s touching me. One arm wraps around my waist, keeping me close. The other trails down my arm in featherlight touches, plays with my hair, or toys with my fingers when we walk. These little touches are melting me, even though we’re literally walking to go fuck.

I don’t know what it is about this male, but I can’t think straight with him around.

When we reach the booth, Kimmy is setting up another bottle of chilled champagne and tidying the table.

“Future—” she starts, about to use my title.

“Kimmy,” I cut in, “make sure no one interrupts us, okay? I’m closing us off for a bit. We’ll let you know if we need anything.”

Kimmy glances at the male beside me—who is currently nuzzling my neck, eyes locked on me, hands trailing over my stomach and squeezing my ass. She smirks and gives me a wink of approval.

I bite back a growl. I don’t know why, but that look she gives Esteban raises my wolf’s hackles.

Esteban doesn’t notice. He’s too busy pulling me into a kiss as we walk inside. Kimmy closes the heavy, noise-dampening curtains behind us.

The booth is tucked into a corner—private, but with a view of the dance floor. Esteban wastes no time. He pushes me against the wall, still kissing me fiercely, hiking one of my legs around his hip. His fingers move straight to my thong.

“You overly fond of these panties, beautiful?” he growls.

I shake my head, breathless.

“Good,” he grunts, wrapping his fist around the fabric and ripping them off my body.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I moan as his lips trail down my neck.

Then he groans low and two fingers dive into my pussy.

“You’re so tight… and so fucking wet for me.”

His fingers pump into me, and I have to fight not to scream. My hips buck instinctively, and he hums his approval.

“That’s right, beautiful. Let me make you feel good.”

He pulls my top down, exposing one of my breasts. I definitely got these curves from Mom’s side, and based on the way Esteban is sucking one tit and kneading the other, he’s very appreciative.

His thumb presses against my clit, circling with just the right pressure while his fingers continue working me open. I can’t stop the whimpers and moans spilling out of my mouth.

“Esteban—I’m gonna cum!” I cry, fingers tangled in his hair.

And then, suddenly, he’s gone.

I whine in protest, but then realize he’s kneeling, lifting one of my legs onto his shoulder. He tucks my skirt into my waistband and looks up at me with hunger.

“Lean against the wall, beautiful.”

As soon as I do, he lifts my other leg onto his shoulder and props me up, hands gripping my ass. His mouth finds my pussy—first planting open-mouthed kisses on my folds, then teasing licks, then full-on sucking my clit.

I try to pull him closer, but I can’t. He’s got all the control, and I am so here for it.

“Esteban—fuck! That feels so good!”

Then his tongue slides inside me, twisting in this corkscrew motion and—

I lose it, cumming hard all over his face.

I’m still riding the high when he lifts me, lays me on the table, and buries his mouth back between my legs. Two fingers inside me again. I’m still sensitive, and I nearly cum immediately.

“Esteban! Goddess—it’s too much! You have to stop!” I scream, trembling.

He finally pulls back, looking wrecked and proud.

I’m panting, watching him stand. His lips are glossy with my release. He slowly removes his shirt, revealing sculpted pecs and abs. Then his pants and boxers drop.

His cock is hard, twitching, with precum glistening at the tip.

He leans over me, kissing down my neck and between my breasts.

“I want to see you, Chris. I want to see all of you,” he murmurs.

“Yes…” I breathe, letting him help me to my feet. I peel off my top while he slides off my skirt.

“Keep the heels on,” he says—and that smile I give him? That’s for me. I like the thought of those heels digging into him while he’s inside me.

He pulls the table away and lays me down on the couch. He positions one leg over his shoulder, holds the other down, spreading me wide. He lines himself up and pauses.

“You sure, Chris? We can stop if you want.”

Instead, I buck my hips, forcing him inside me. I grab his arms and yank him down for a kiss.

When we come up for air, I whisper, “Don’t stop until the couch is soaked with our cum.”

“Fuck,” he groans—and drives in.

He’s thick, stretching me wide. I scream his name as he slides deeper, slow and steady. And when he bottoms out, he pulls back—and slams in again.

His body undulates over mine, building tension and pleasure in equal measure.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he groans as I tweak my nipples and moan, eyes rolling back.

His thumb finds my clit again, circling just the way I like it. My hips rise to meet his with every thrust, and my nails rake down his arms.

We’re both moaning so loudly, I can’t even hear the club anymore.

Suddenly, he pulls my legs in tighter, lifting my hips off the couch to get the perfect angle.

“Fast or slow, beautiful?” he asks, voice ragged.

“I want you to pound me with that thick dick of yours!” I shout.

His grin is feral.

“As the lady commands.”

And then he fucking lets go. He slams into me, over and over, balls smacking against my ass.

I’m ready to cum within seconds. He must feel it—the fluttering inside me.

“Fuck, baby. You gonna cum for me?”

“Goddess, yes! Don’t stop, Esteban! I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum!”

“That’s right. Squeeze my cock. Milk every last drop,” he growls.

I explode around him, screaming his name, nails digging deep into his arms.

That seems to push him over the edge, because he howls his orgasm right behind mine. He stays inside me, resting on his elbows, staring down at me.

“You are so gorgeous,” he murmurs, brushing hair from my face. “Goddess, I’ll never get enough of looking at you.”

I don’t have words, so I just cup his cheek. He leans into my touch, then kisses me—deep, slow, and full of promise.

His cock twitches inside me.

I start moving my hips.

“If you wanted to take control, baby, all you had to do was say so,” he chuckles against my neck.

Then he lifts us both, settling on the couch with me still straddling him.

Still full of him.

Esteban smacks my ass. “Ride me, baby.”

I plant my feet on the cushions, hands gripping his shoulders.

And I ride him like a fucking pogo stick.