Celeste curled her toes in her shoes as she thought back to the photo shoot. Both guys made her feel something totally different, though each one had their own impact. Calen was open and welcoming, easy to talk to, and handsome. He was a late summer afternoon when the bright sun is just setting, and a cool breeze is enough to calm down the heat. He was the goodness of the day, the peacefulness of the season. He was the wind through her hair.
And, then there was Zev. Dark, quiet, mysterious Zev. He was the dark, cloudy day that blew the shutters closed. No, he was the room you huddled in on that type of day. The one lit only by firelight. No, scratch that. Zev was the goddamn fire. He consumed her.
Celeste felt her belly clench.
“Okay,” Heather continued. “I’ve just sat here and watched your face go through like seventy different emotions. You either start talking or I will force it out of you.”
Celeste snapped out of her thoughts and looked at her friend who was quickly losing patience with her.
“Fine,” Celeste began. “It’s really not that big of a deal, but I was taking headshots, calling them into the room one at a time. Nothing extraordinary, really. But then I got down to the last two.”
“What’s their names?” Heather interrupted. “Who is it? Oh my God, why can’t I remember anyone on the lacrosse team right now? You’re killing me, C, who was it?”
Celeste gave a mischievous smile. She rather enjoyed being on the giving end of this conversation. Quite the role reversal. “Well, I called the first guy in, and I mean”—she released a long breath—“man, he was good looking. Light brown hair…longish. In good shape, obviously, he is on a college team. And, these green eyes, Heath, man they totally sparkled out of his face. Didn’t even look real.
“Anyway, I was going to start taking the shots when I noticed he hadn’t put on his tie, it was just hanging over his shoulder. So, I asked him about it. He was acting all nervous and was trying to put it on, but was totally screwing it up, so I asked if I could help him with it.”
“His name, C. What was his name?” Heather’s voice was irritated. Her face was a deep scarlet.
“I’ll get to that. Anyway, so he said I could, and I fixed the knot and straightened it out. As I was taking the shots we were talking, he was super easy to talk to. But, his voice was what struck me. It just…sounded nice. Like I could listen to it forever. Does that sound stupid?”
“Maybe,” Heather replied. “Depends on who it is? Will you tell me the goddamn name, for the love of God?”
Celeste burst out laughing. She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Okay, fine! It was some guy named Calen Red—”
“Reddington, are you talking about Calen Reddington?” Heather asked, her voice dropping.
“Yeah, you know him?” Celeste questioned.
“Well, I don’t actually know him, this campus is pretty big, but I have definitely heard of him. Mostly because his ex-girlfriend, Kimberly Whitley, was in my women’s literature survey class last spring. It was a pretty small class. Apparently, she left him for some med student or something. I overheard a lot of their conversations, you know how sorority girls like to gather and gaggle. Anyway, from what I hear, he’s quite the catch. I could tell by the way some of the other girls in class reacted when they found out about the breakup. I could tell he wouldn’t be single for long if they had anything to do about it.”
“Well, I don’t know anything about his status, but I do know that I think there was a connection between us. It was fun to talk to him, you know,” Celeste responded. “And, those eyes…” Celeste let her voice fade.
“Did you get his number?” Heather asked.
“Well, not really. It’s just that as we were talking, the last player walked in and our conversation was interrupted.” Celeste realized for the first time she was disappointed by that.
She looked at Heather to get a feeling of what she was thinking. Suddenly, Heather’s face went slack. Her tone turned just a bit pink.
“What is it?” Celeste asked her friend.
“I just remembered who it was I knew of that was on the lacrosse team. Who was the other guy, Celeste? The other player, the one that interrupted?”
Celeste’s face turned red. Heat rose in her cheeks, and she knew this display of emotion was because of the impression the last lacrosse player that had walked into the room had left on her.
“Zev Reynolds.” Her voice was a whisper.
Heather’s eyes grew round as saucers. “I knew it! I can’t believe it, but I knew it! Tell me everything. Immediately!”
“Well, maybe now would be a good time to let you know he invited us to a party at his fraternity. You wanna go?”
“I can smell your arousal, you know,” Zev said, his eyes suddenly growing dark. He leaned in close, his voice husky. “I can tell when your heart starts beating fast, when your breath is shallow, and when you press your thighs together…as if that would keep my mouth from finding your clit.”
Zev lifted Celeste up and sat her on his lap. She straddled him, her legs open. His hardened cock pressed up against the crook of her leg. She began to shift to try to give him more room for entry.
“Oh, baby girl, how I would love to sink myself deep into your warm, soft, luxurious cunt, but I’m out of protection, so we’ll just have to get creative this time.”
Zev lay down on his back and grabbing Celeste by each ass cheek, pulled her up along his body until she was sitting on his chest. Spread open, Celeste’s fluid began to drip down her edges, moistening Zev’s chest.
Zev looked at Celeste’s eyes. The yellow ring was shining bright. It practically glowed, even in the morning light. Zev growled. With a sharp movement, he lifted her up slightly and pushed her forward until her pussy was spread open across his face.
Celeste gasped at the motion. Zev’s hands spread across her ass and pushed her downward until her soft center smashed against his mouth. She threw her head back as his lips began kissing and tugging at her swollen flesh. Her fluid dripped wildly like a faucet. Zev lapped up every drop.
He worked his lips and tongue on her pussy, giving equal attention to both her insides and outsides. His tongue ran over her clit in circles, moving around and around the tiny knob until it was swollen to twice its size.
Celeste was frozen atop his mouth, unable to move, the sensation of Zev’s masterful mouth work was overwhelming. After a moment, he stopped. Celeste looked down at him with questioning, panicked eyes.
He lifted her body slightly, just enough for him to speak, a small laugh escaping his lips.
“Don’t worry, baby girl, I’m not finished yet. I just want you to fuck my face, Celeste. Do you hear me? I want you to let loose and ride my face hard.”
Celeste’s mouth dropped open.
“Don’t think,” Zev interrupted. “Just do what I ask. Just do what feels good.”
He pushed her down on his mouth again and began working her with his tongue.
Celeste was immediately assaulted by the feeling of ecstatic pleasure. She couldn’t believe what he’d told her. The very words made her insides squirm.
‘I want you to fuck my face.’
Celeste closed her eyes and moved her hips forward. She found when she moved her body forward a bit, the pleasure Zev’s tongue gave her was amplified. Celeste’s breath caught in her throat as she continued to slowly, carefully grind her hips, moving her swollen, wet cunt against Zev’s face.
She felt his short stubble rub up against the bottom of her opening and squirmed when his chin pushed up just inside her hole. But, it was nothing compared to when his nose nudged up against her clit. Even the barest touch against the sensitive organ sent ribbons of pleasure through Celeste’s body, reaching far out to the very tips of her extremities.
She looked down at Zev. His eyes had rolled to the back of his head, and he groaned into her pussy. She looked over her shoulder and saw that he held himself, his hand grasping his long erection and tugged at it in a rhythmic fashion.
Celeste closed her eyes. She saw her wolf peek out. She air scented and picking up Zev’s wolf immediately. She jumped into Celeste’s consciousness, overtaking her completely.
Celeste growled. Her movements became sharper, rougher as she ground her flesh against Zev’s face.
‘I want you to fuck my face.’
The directive appeared in her mind’s eye again. Who was she to ignore a request from her true mate? Celeste’s hips began to pick up more momentum until the only way she could continue was by grabbing Zev’s hair and holding his head still.
Back and forth, Celeste rode Zev’s face until she felt herself nearing her edge. Climbing closer and closer to the precipice, higher and higher, she fucked him hard and rough, wetting everything from his chin to his forehead with her slick, sticky fluid.
Zev let Celeste lead, her growls turning to low grunts as he felt her nearing her orgasm. He had a firm grasp of his cock and was working it hard, wildly turned on by Celeste’s release of inhibition and fulfilling his request. She pulled at his hair and lifted his head off the ground, holding his face stationary into her hot, pulsing cunt.
Zev felt himself wanting to release, but held it at bay, holding on until the very last moment until Celeste was ready to jump off the edge with him. He didn’t have to wait long. With two more passes across his face, Celeste exploded in a series of powerful waves, her body shuddering as each one rolled over her core. He thrust his tongue into her and held it fast, allowing her walls to squeeze it tight with each pulse. Zev closed his eyes and melted.
He released violently, his cum painting his stomach in streaks, until they fell into the foggy gray oblivion that consumed them. Minute after minute, the orgasm claimed them, forcing them both into submission while it ravaged their bodies, controlled their minds, and took them to a different realm of existence.