Wolfless And Craved By Four

~Nicole~

I can't believe I'm gonna have my tongue curled up in Landon Hockman’s chest right on my first day.

Great.

"Ah… hmm… ahh…yeah, that’s the spot, princess," he growled low.

My lips hadn’t even touched his chest yet.

I blinked, stunned. “Can you stop being an asshole?” I snapped, sitting back with a glare.

His eyes widened like he wasn’t expecting that. “I'm just trying to cheer you on”.

But then… they shifted. His face changed like he was actually enjoying getting under my skin.

"It’s either this… or, you know…" He smirked and slid a hand down to the waistband of his pants.

Oh, hell no.

That Goddamn V- Line.

“Stop…fine! I’ll do it.” I groaned, tossing my head back. “Having a dick flung in my face isn’t exactly how I wanted my week to go.”

He raised an eyebrow and tugged his waistband just a little lower.

“Asshole.”

“What was that?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I muttered. “Shut up and stop breathing on me. Your cocky air is killing my brain cells.”

I leaned forward again, practically nose to nipple.

His chest was bare, smooth, and annoyingly perfect.

A small tattoo curved near his right pec. My lips hovered inches away from it.

I hesitated.

God, I haven’t even had my first kiss. And now my lips were about to get deflowered by this jerk’s chest?

Is this real life?

My heart pounded.

I could smell his cologne — dark, vanilla, unfairly addictive.

My eyes flicked to his abs, then lower, and I had to clench my thighs to stop reacting to things I shouldn’t be reacting to.

He tilted his head, watching me.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Cat got your tongue? Or is it too busy imagining what’s under my jeans?”

“I’m trying not to,” I muttered.

He grinned. “Liar.”

I clenched my jaw. If I kiss him, I lose. If I don’t… I still lose.

I leaned in just a little more.

His body tensed, just slightly, like he was waiting and wanted it.

But then he ruined it.

“You know what?” he said suddenly, pulling his shirt over his chest again. “You took too long. Mood’s gone.”

“What?” I blinked.

“Guess you’ll have to go down there now, baby girl.”

My stomach dropped.

“Down where?” I asked, already regretting it.

He leaned back on his elbows, legs spread slightly, eyes locked on me.

“You know where.”

I blinked at his lap.

Then at his face.

Then back again.

“You’re joking.”

“Does it look like I’m joking?” His voice was low and deep.“Or do you want me to guide your pretty little head where it needs to go?”

My heart slammed against my ribs.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Then move,” he whispered. “Before I do it for you.”

I swallowed as I stared at the space between his spread legs.

My eyes locked there.

My mind? Gone.

I imagined it…thick, heavy, pulsing between his thighs. I knew it was there, waiting… smug like its owner.

“Can I just stick to the chest?” I asked, trying to clear my head.

He smirked. “Too late,”. He turned, standing like he was ready to leave.

The hell he was.

“Wait.” My hand shot out, gripping his arm.

I yanked him back, hard enough that he stumbled toward me.

His body hit mine—warm.

My boobs squished right up against his bare chest.

I felt his breath hitch. Felt his hands shoot out, one grabbing the desk behind me for balance.

I didn’t care.

I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked it open, buttons popping, my heart racing.

His chest rose and fell.

I leaned in and sank my mouth straight onto his nipple.

A deep growl vibrated in his throat.

It wasn’t fake this time.

It was raw. Real. And I felt it.

My whole body reacted, fast, my panties soaked.

My clit throbbed like it was begging for attention.

I squeezed my legs together, trying to hold on, but I was already wet.

Damn him.

I looked up, still licking him, tongue teasing around that tight little bud. His eyes were squeezed shut, brows furrowed like he was holding something back.

“F-Fuck,” he muttered, voice low and cracked.

That made it worse.

I sucked harder, slowly, my tongue circling like I wanted to ruin him.

I glanced down at my wristwatch, still moving my mouth. One minute more.

Just freaking sixty seconds more…

“If you keep doing that…” he muttered, his voice low, thick.

I followed his gaze, down to my arm.

It was resting right on top of his bulge.

Hard.

My stomach twisted.

Shit.

I hadn’t even noticed. I wasn’t trying to touch him…I just needed something between us. A shield.

But now?

My arm was pressing right into him.

Right into it.

I jerked away. “S-sorry,” I muttered.

But his grin only widened, sharp and dirty. “Or are you trying to tell me something?”

He leaned closer, eyes burning. “Because I don’t mind, baby. I really don’t. We can do it right here. Desk’s already solid enough.”

My throat closed. What?!

My eyes snapped open wide.

“Are you insane?” I whispered, voice barely steady.

But he was already reaching.

His hand grabbed my waist and yanked me forward, fast, deliberate, until my body slammed into his.

Chest to chest.

Stomach to…

Oh god.

I felt it.

Hard. Pressed tight against my lower belly.

I swallowed a gasp.

My panties were already soaked, but now? I was dripping. I felt the hotness between my legs.

Why the hell did my body betray me like this?

“You know the drill,” he said in a growl, his hand on the small of my back, fingers pressing down.

“Get back to work.”

I couldn’t move.

Couldn’t think.

His chest rose beneath my palms.

My face hovered inches from his skin, lips right by that same damn nipple I’d just tasted.

“Tick tock,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear. “Unless you want to switch places. Want me to put my mouth on you instead?”

My knees buckled slightly.

I wanted to slap him.

And ride him.

I was so wet I could feel my pulse between my thighs.

But I had to do this.

One minute.

I dropped my lips again.

This time slower.

My tongue flicked over his nipple, teasing it until I felt him shudder beneath my touch.

The swollen clit screamed louder between my thighs.

And when he groaned, his hand gripped my waist tighter like he was this close to snapping.

And then...

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Time was up.

I couldn’t tell if I wanted to punch him… or beg for five more minutes.