After all the waiting and hoping to see him again, I didn’t want to ignore him or turn him away.
Opening the door slowly, I kept my weight on the other side to push it closed again if I needed to. “Desmond?”
The wolf sat and looked at me. Then he lay down and, with his paws over his snout, he whined.
“Oh, you poor thing.” I opened the door all the way. “Come in. What has happened to you?”
He tried to stand, but his back legs gave out, elongating as if he was about to shift. Then the process stopped, and he was a wolf again. With his head down, he entered my apartment and lay on the rug in front of my couch.
I had no idea what was going on with Desmond, but while he remained in his wolf form, I had very few ways to communicate with him.
Sitting beside him on the floor, I lifted his head into my lap and stroked his snout and his head. “Since we had sex, I figure it’s okay to pet you.”
He snorted, nudging my hand with his nose.
I petted him more, not asking questions or telling him off for not contacting me. I stayed silent, waiting for him. A few minutes later, all the muscles in his wolf body seemed to relax and his breathing evened out.
Then his legs jolted out. He thumped his tail and snapped his jaw as he started his shift back to human. The process was always private for me, so I left him for a moment. He would be naked when he finished, so I retrieved a shirt and a pair of gray jogging pants that were always big on me.
When I returned, he stood facing me, his hair disheveled and a thin layer of sweat across his skin. “I’m sorry.”
I shook my head, simply relieved he hadn’t been ignoring me the last few days. “You look tired. I have some clothes for you. Did you want to shower first or just go to sleep?”
He tilted his head to the side and sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t even know if I should be here. If you want me here.”
I smiled, walking toward him. “Of course I want you here. I wouldn’t have let your wolf in if I didn’t.”
“Thank you.” He glanced down at his feet. “I really am sorry. It’s been a rough few days and I didn’t know how to handle it all. I didn’t want to drag you into any of it.”
I pressed my palm to his cheek. “It’s okay. I heard about Conn on the news. I figured…”
He shook his head. “He shouldn’t have meant anything to me. I shouldn’t be feeling anything.”
I set the clothes on the couch and reached for his hand, holding it between both of my own. “He still had an impact on your life, even if he was never present in it.”
With a gulp, Desmond nodded. “I wish he hadn’t.”
Holding his hand in mine, I grabbed the clothes again and tugged him toward my bathroom. “Come. Let me wash you and then we’ll go to bed. You look like you need to rest.”
Without any resistance, he followed me. I started the water and when it was warm enough, I guided him into the shower stall. After removing my own clothes, I stepped in with him.
The water from the rainfall showerhead cascaded down both our bodies as we stood only a breath apart. I grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured some into my palm. After rubbing my hands together, I reached up and worked it into Desmond’s hair and scalp.
He closed his eyes and moaned, his cock bobbing to life between us.
Remembering all the pleasure he had brought me the last time he was at my house, I bit my lip. It wasn’t an appropriatetime to think about sex. Not with Desmond in such emotional turmoil. When it came time to wash his body, I turned him around to scrub his back first. I figured that was the best way to get him clean with less temptation to take advantage of his state. Yet, as I rubbed the pouf across the wide expanse of his back and his firm buttocks, my cock pulsed with need.
Turning around to face me, he took my hand with the pouf in it and ran it over his chest.
My breath caught in my throat at the intensity in his eyes. “M-maybe I should let you finish on your own.”
He shook his head, moving the pouf down to his cock. “I need this. I need you. Please make me forget.”
“Okay.” Dropping the pouf, I held his firm cock in my hand. With long, slow strokes, I pumped him as he leaned against the solid wall of the shower stall. I kissed his muscular chest and down his rippled ab muscles. Then I sank to my knees, taking his hardness in my mouth. Running my tongue along his tip, I leaned onto his shaft, accepting as much as I could before retreating. On and off, I held onto his hips and reveled in his enjoyment.
Suddenly, he picked me up under my arms and held me against the other wall. With his hands between my legs, he fingered my hole, spreading me open. Then he was in me, fucking me hard, grunting with reckless abandon.
I knew he used my body to release his emotions, but it felt too good to stop him. I took everything he gave me. When my orgasm hit, I cried out, my release squirting all over his clean stomach.
