Fated

Chapter 4

( Molly)

“Paranoia is in bloom, the PR transmission will resume, they try to push drugs to keep us all dumbed down and hope that we will never see the truth around. So come on!” he sung to her, his voice just as lyrical as ever.

“Another promise another scene another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed, and all the green belts wrapped around our minds! And unless red tape to keep the truth confined! So come on!” she sung back to him, her cheeks flaming with the howls they received. But nothing seemed to matter but him, his body and his voice.

“They will not force us, they will stop degrading us! They will not control us!! We will be victorious!!” he put his hand on her hip, grazing the skin and sending delicious tremors and hot liquid down her body. They sung like that, his hand on her hip, back and forth for the rest of the song. They were both sweaty and out of breath when the song ended, but they were still lost in each other’s eyes. His eyes dipped to her lips and her eyes dipped to his neck.

“I want to go home now.” Carol said, tugging on Molly’s sock. That broke the spell that was placed between them and Molly looked down to Carol. Her eyes kept going in and out of focus, which wasn’t a good sign.

“I, uhm, I gotta go.” She told him, but he didn’t let go of her hip, if anything he just squeezed. The pain sending a gush of liquid out of her hot, pink folds. She whimpered slightly and stepped out of his grasp.

“I gotta go, see ya tomorrow Tom.” She told him and hopped off the bar. She grabbed Carol’s hand and pulled her out the bar. Ignoring the tall drink of pure lust standing on the counter top.

 ( Thomas)

               God he was hard, his cock strained against his zipper and he hopped off the bar before he embarrassed himself.

“Hey man, that was hot.” Jeremiah said, putting one hand on his shoulder.

“Tell me about it.” Thomas said and shrugged out of his hands. He left the bar, but saw no sign of his woman. Her tantalizing scent called to him, she must’ve had to been really, really wet for him to still scent her. He was losing it, he either needed to follow her to her motel and fuck her until they were both writhing in pleasure, or he had to go home and take a cold shower. His wolf was leaning towards the first one, but the reasonable side was leaning toward the latter. He couldn’t do that to her though, he wouldn’t do that to her. He stormed to his bike, kicked up the kick stand and revved toward his apartment. He stormed up his stairs, yanked off his clothes and turned the shower to its coldest temperature. The cold water hit his heated flesh and he let out a ragged breath, it wasn’t enough. He wanted so bad to just sink his self into her hot willing body, he wanted to fuck her good and raw and make her his in every way possible. But he couldn’t do that to her. Not now, not yet. Soon his cock went flaccid and he washed off all the sweat he had on him from tonight. He lay in bed that night, dreaming of muse and miniskirts.

 ( Molly)

               God she was hot, she clenched her legs as tight as she could on the bike while she rode to the motel. Carol shifted uncomfortably behind her but she paid no mind, that encounter had made her body high strung. One touch from him would shoot off and arrow of pleasure so deep she doubted if she would be able to recover from it. They arrived and Molly ran straight to the bathroom, she heard Carol mumble something and close the door. Molly locked the door and sunk down to the floor. She didn’t know what that whole thing was but now she needed something. She needed something to fill her insatiable need. She ripped off her shoes, socks, shirt and skirt in a few fluid movements. She ripped her hair bands off her hair and shook her fingers through her hair. She took off her white panties and threw them on the floor, not wanting to see exactly how wet he made her. Damn him and his… everything! His muscles, his hair, his scent! God, everything about that man put her body on a maddening frenzy. She turned the water to its coldest and didn’t give herself time to chicken out. She stepped into the frigid water and let out a ragged breath. The cold water instantly cooled her wet skin and she braced her hands on the slick tiles. Her hair, instantly doused, stuck to her back.