Valery
As planned, Eve and I are spending most of Saturday and Sunday with Carry at her apartment. Eve was beyond excited to have a proper girls night when I told her. She was full of questions about what would happen and what she needed to bring. It was very sweet, but also a little sad. It's obvious Eve doesn't have many close friends.
Despite having agreed, Trav spends the entire time I'm packing grumping about how I'm leaving him and how lonely he'll be.
"Sweetness, why do you have to go for so long? Can't you leave tonight and come straight back in the morning? I won't be able to sleep at all with you gone," he whines, flopped dramatically on the bed and spread out like a starfish. "You won't be here to shove my morning wood between your butt cheeks."
I huff and glance at him over my shoulder, pausing folding my clothes. "Trav, you'll be fine. One night won't kill you. You know what they say about how absence makes the heart grow fonder."
He just groans and rolls onto his stomach. "My heart is already plenty fond," he mutters, his voice muffled by the duvet.
Taking pity on him, I stand from where I was sitting by my open duffle bag and move to the bed and straddle his back. "It'll be okay, sweets. I'll call you tonight to help you sleep, alright?"
Trav just sighs, so I rub my thumbs between his shoulder blades. Slowly, I dig them upwards to the back of his neck. The baby hairs on his nape stand on end and he groans lowly. I lean down to press a kiss to the back of his head.
"You promise you won't drink, at least? Just in case."
"I promise." I move off his back to go back to packing while Trav whines.
After a few minutes, I finally zip up my duffle. Trav is sprawled on his back again, whining softly while staring at the ceiling forlornly. His chocolate curls are ruffled and his crystal blue eyes stare upwards sadly.
While I hate seeing him upset, he looks so cute I want to squeeze the life out of him.
"I know what will make you feel better," I whisper, moving to kneel on the bed between his spread legs.
Trav lifts his head to see me throwing my hair up in a ponytail. He drops it back against the bed with a growl.
"You want me to help you feel better?" I ask, running my hands up his jean clad thighs.
"Only if you want to, sweetness," he whispers, running a knuckle over my cheekbones.
Instead of answering verbally, I turn my head to kiss his palm and unbutton his jeans. He's already semi-hard when I pull them down over his hips. He swells in my hand when I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock.
He growls when I run the tip of my tongue over the glans and pump my hand a few times. I flatten my tongue and follow a thick vein that runs the length of his erection.
When I circle the head, Trav growls again and leans up on his elbows. "Stop teasing, sweetness."
Laughing softly, I finally wrap my lips around him and suck hard.
"Oh fuck!"
Emboldened by his enthusiastic response, I take in as much as I can, relaxing my throat and ignoring the urge to gag, until my nose is almost pressed into the dark curls around the base of his cock.
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Sleepwalker Wolf
Werewolf(Book 1 of the Scott Family series) Valery Coolridge has always been different. Her nose and ears are more sensitive than other's she knows and she's never quite fit in. Not to mention the sleep walking. It's always random and she always wakes up na...
