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The Half Moon Club (EvelynWillows x Collector of Rarities)

"Nope actually. How about RED or something like that?" He plopped onto the couch and pulled Carla down onto his lap. "I want to watch someone beat up a bad ass." He smiled at her and leaned back on the couch lengthwise so that they were cuddled together in a reclining position. "Or maybe you can throw on one of the Bourne movies." He shrugged, cuddling Carla against himself.

"Of course, if you want some romantic flick that's okay too. I think I'll just concentrate on how you feel next to me and close my eyes." He smiled sleepily as he nuzzled into her hair."You don't bite much, do you?"
 
Carla allowed herself to be pulled down onto the couch and cuddled against Joe, shaking her head at the suggestion of a chick flick. "The Bourne Identity sounds good to me," she murmured. "I've never been one for chick flicks: it's kind of annoying when you can see the exact mathematical formula they use to try and pander to you. I have yet to see a chick flick that breaks the mold."

She put on the movie and chuckled at Joe's question. "All depends on the circumstances," she replied. "Why? Are you into biting?"
 
Joe cuddled Carla against himself and drew his fingertips along her arms, caressing her idly as they waited for the movie to load. "I don't mind biting if I'm expecting it," he admitted. "But not when I'm falling asleep. It kinds of spoils the relaxing mood of a nap." He smiled against her hair and then kissed her temple warmly as his arm wrapped around her hips and then laid still across her pelvis.

"So...not a chick flick fan, huh? I guess I'll have to find another girl for when I'm in my hormonal moods and want to watch a weepy movie and eat chocolate all day." He chuckled. "Don't tell me - you don't like chocolate either? Or flowers? How am I going to figure out how to get on your good side if you keep breaking all the stereotypical girly molds?"
 
"Oh, no," chuckled Carla. "I love chocolate. I'd eat chocolate exclusively if it wouldn't make me sick. Flowers are nice too, but they'd probably wilt pretty quickly around me. Now, if you were to get me a chocolate bouquet, that'd be a lovely start to a date." She nuzzled against Joe and let out a pensive hum as she thought about other stereotypical girly things she liked. "I'm not a huge fan of pink, so I guess that's out, but I wouldn't mind a cute stuffed animal. Especially if you happen to win it for me at a fair: I like a man who's a bit of a showoff. Just a bit of a showoff, though, otherwise it starts to get annoying. Besides that, I'm really not your normal girl. I like riding on motorcycles, if that's stereotypically girly?"

A small grin spread across her face as she looked back at Joe. "If you want to get on my good side, just be nice to me and be honest with me. It's not all that hard to do, really. I'm really not the kind to accuse you of anything unless I have proof, but even then, I'll wait to hear your side of the story first. All I really ask is that you tell me if you're thinking of ending our relationship: I might need a little space for a while, but I won't hold it against you if you're just up front about ending it. I'll be considerably less understanding if you insist that I be monogamous while you fool around behind my back, though." She bit her lip. "I mean... that's not unreasonable to ask, though, right?"
 
"No, that's not unreasonable. It's good to hear that monogamy is something you prefer. I'd prefer it too." He drew his hands up Carla's body and sighed as the movies started. His hands rested right below her breasts.

He quieted down as the movie started. Joe's arms engulfed Carla, and when he moved slightly she could feel his abdominal muscles moving. His body was lean but hard; obviously not the body of someone who had let himself go. He had a warm, clean scent to him, even to her heightened senses, and just enough wolfiness in him to awaken her feminine side.

The movie started, and pretty soon Joe was breathing softly like someone who was close to falling asleep, cuddled with her on her couch.
 
Carla wasn't paying attention to the movie: she'd seen it before and, while it was a fun watch, she was enjoying Joe's company far more. She could have drifted off to sleep then, but she had work that night and didn't want to be late. Sighing, she pulled out her phone set an alarm for herself before placing her phone on the coffee table and settling back against Joe, basking in his presence.

His hands were so close to her breasts and his mouth so close to her neck. Usually, Carla didn't like having her neck bitten: she was one of the fiercer wolves in the world and she usually didn't like the idea of submitting to a male. If someone bit her neck, she usually fought back. Usually. For some reason, she wouldn't have minded if Joe bit her neck and claimed her as his. Maybe it was because she was lonely and still remembered the lovely things Joe had done to her body the previous night, or maybe it was because something in her had changed. She wasn't the same wolf she'd been ten years ago; once Victoria had forced her to shut herself off, Carla had changed. It was the first time she'd ever been well and truly beaten like that. She'd desperately wanted somewhere to belong after that, but she didn't trust any of the alphas she'd met so far. Even Bruce was untrustworthy in her eyes: sure, his club was on neutral ground, but he was still an alpha male like all of the other wolves out there. She didn't want to be a part of that.

She liked what she had with Joe right now. If she could, she would have made the moment last forever. Part of her wanted to say "screw the job: this is far better", but another part of her liked the job just ever so slightly too much to want to let it go. It was a close call, but the job would let her see Joe more often, so it was worth keeping.
 
She smelled so good.

Joe smiled and turned his face towards her skin, inhaling Carla's scent deeply. He planted a soft kiss on the nape of her neck and then began to work his way up towards her ear as his hands spread out across her abdomen. His arm flexed as he pressed her body closer to his. "I should go. I'm not thinking about the movie right now, and if I don't get out of here then I might not be able to keep my promise to make this not about the sex."
 
Carla could feel his hardness against her. She liked that feeling: she wanted him inside of her. His lips on her neck made her breathing heavy as she felt just the tiniest scrape of teeth against her skin. Oh god, she wanted Joe to tear her clothes off right then and there. Which was why she let out a frustrated sigh when he said that he wanted to go.

"You were the one who said that," she said, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice, "and it's fine if you want to work our way towards sex, but don't tease me if that's the case. If you want sex, I'm game. If you don't..." she took a breath to calm herself, then rolled over to face Joe. "It's just annoying when you start to play with me and then nothing happens." She nestled her head under his chin. "You can stay as long as you like, but please make up your mind. Otherwise, if you keep teasing me, I might just pounce on you and do all sorts of dirty things to you."
 
"Hold those pretty ponies," Joe said with a smile. "I told you that I wanted to come back here and fuck, and you reminded me that I didn't want to make this all about sex. So either you agree with that and you think it's a good idea to take it slow or you're happy with just fucking and not worrying about where this takes us." He breathed warmly against the tiny hairs on her neck. "I just thought that you'd rather be treated like someone of worth rather than a cheap piece of ass. A very tempting, sexy ass...but a piece nonetheless."

His hands slipped between her body and her jeans and slid around her body, feeling the way she fit into the denim. "If we had sex right now it would be for very selfish reasons. It would be all about me, and I think you deserve a little more."
 
Carla blinked a few times, not really sure what to make of Joe's statement. "I've always viewed sex a bit differently than most people," she said, after a few moments of cuddling close to Joe and collecting her thoughts. "It's always been an intimate thing, yes, but it's something I've made available only to close friends, should they want it from me. The only reason I reminded you that you didn't want this to be about sex was because I didn't want you to have any regrets. I'd be fine fucking here and now, but I don't want you to resent yourself for it. You wouldn't be cheating me out of anything: so long as we both enjoy it, I'm happy. So you can see why I don't want to have sex with you if you're going to wind up hating yourself for it. If we have sex, I want you to be looking forward to the next time we fuck rather than beating yourself up for some injustice you think you've done to me. I wouldn't be a good friend if I let you do that to yourself."

She rested her chin on Joe's chest and looked up at him, pressing her chest against his abdomen. "If you can promise me that you'll want to see me again afterwards, we can fuck right here and now. If not, I'm willing to wait until you're more comfortable around me. I can make do with my vibrator until then."
 
His eyes half-closed at the way she moved against his body as she adjusted herself and rested her chin on him. "I can promise," he nearly growled as he began to pull off her shirt. His leg nudged against hers and slid up between her thighs, nudging at her sex. He used his leg to push her up towards him as he leaned forward and kissed her more passionately, his tongue exploring her mouth.

Joe wanted to rip her clothes off and take her right there, but he also wanted to savor her. There was only one 'first', and this looked like it was going to be 'it' for them. Their first. Hopefully not their last.
 
Carla let out a happy purr as Joe began removing her shirt. She wrapped her legs around his thigh and began slowly grinding herself against it, a smug grin spreading across her face as Joe leaned in to kiss her. Carla didn't own much in the way of sexy underwear: most of her clothing was serviceable and something that she wouldn't mind losing if she needed to transform in a hurry. Granted, that wasn't often, but she didn't want to rule out the possibility. So, when Joe removed her shirt, he found her wearing a simple black bra.

She let Joe kiss her for a while, but broke the kiss and placed her mouth right next to his ear. "Sure you're not going to freak out again like you did last night?" she asked, her voice husky and playful. She wanted Joe to rip off her clothes: she wanted him to fuck her like an animal and, if she was lucky, she hoped that he might even punish her for being a bad girl.
 
"There are better things to do with your mouth than talk," Joe rumbled in response. He licked her neck and then drew her skin into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on her flesh. His hands roamed roughly on her body, sliding under her bra and thumbing her nipples with his calloused digits. He found that her black bra was getting in his way so he grabbed the back with both hands and ripped it apart, allowing him to pull the garment off and fling it to the side.

"That's much better." He grinned at Carla, his eyes roaming over her fit, lean body and the soft curves of her breasts. Joe rolled her over so that he was on top of her, his knee grinding against her cunt. He took her nipples into his mouth one at a time, rolling his tongue across her peak and pulling softly on the hard nub of her nipples as he began to undo her pants. He felt like fucking. Not 'making love', not 'having sex'... no. A good, hard fuck. And afterwards maybe another.
 
Carla was slightly annoyed that Joe had ripped her bra. She didn't have any sentimental attachment to it and could easily go and buy another, but she hoped Joe wouldn't make a habit of destroying her clothes. Once in a while was sexy, but having her wardrobe diminish with his every visit could get old quickly. That said, her irritation was quickly pushed aside as his hands began groping her once more and his mouth found her nipples, although she missed the neck biting a bit. After several years of lonely nights, it was wonderful to have someone exploring her body again. She began squirming against his knee as he nestled it between her legs and she slid a hand down to the crotch of his jeans to rub his cock through the fabric.

"I'm sure there are better things I could be doing with my mouth," she panted, "but I'm sure you've learned by now that I love the sound of my own voice. Still," she smirked, "I'm open to suggestions."
 
Joe had grown rock hard against his pants. His cock was thick enough to more than fill Carla's palm and the warm curve of his rigid flesh reached almost to his belly button as it strained against the fabric. When released it might surpass that marker altogether. He smirked at Carla's coy answer.

"Your mouth needs to be wrapped around my cock, lover. And I need to taste that sweet nectar between your thighs." His hand rubbed hard against her clit, feeling the wetness already seeping into his jeans from her vigorous grinding. "But you and I are wearing much too much clothes."

He stepped off the couch and pulled off his shirt, tossing it on the floor next to her brassier. He wanted to let Carla free him from his pants so he stood next to the couch and guided her hands to his waist.
 
Carla bit her lip nervously. She'd never been good at blowjobs: it wasn't that she was bad at them, but it was one of the few skills she'd never mastered. The lip bite turned into a smirk, however, at the thought that Joe might just take what he wanted from her rather than relying on her to give it to him. With that, she stood and quickly removed her pants, kicking them across the room, revealing a pair of black boyshorts beneath them. The crotch of her underwear was damp with anticipation and her eyes locked on Joe's crotch as she walked slowly, sensuously over to him. Carla was aware that Joe would probably rip these off of her too, but she didn't care: she wanted Joe to take her roughly tonight. She pressed her bare chest against his abdomen, grinning hungrily up at him as she ran a hand over his crotch again. Carla stood almost a full head shorter than Joe: her forehead was about level with his chin. She liked being shorter than him: it felt right. He was supposed to be big and powerful: strong enough to dominate her. Of course, she'd put up some resistance: it wasn't any fun if she just rolled over on her back and bared her neck, after all. She realized that Joe wanted her on her knees, unzipping his pants, but she wanted him to put her there.

"You know this doesn't start until you take off your pants, big boy," she teased, trailing her fingers in slow circles around the head of his cock through the denim of his jeans.
 
"Black on black," he rumbled when he saw her choice of under garments. "You naughty girl; the only thing more sexy would have been white." He drew his hands over her waist and across her ass, pulling her closer so that he could kiss her and ravage her neck again. After he spent some time raising the hair on the back of her neck he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her downwards. "You should do stop talking and start showing me what your mouth does best, Carla. If you're too difficult I might have to bend you over my lap."

He smiled, running his knee across her crotch even as he pressed her down. "I'll even let you use your hands to undo my belt." Joe winked. "Don't make me use it on you."
 
Carla chuckled and slid down to her knees, still grinning up at Joe. She let out a happy sigh as her cunt slid down Joe's thigh and along his knee, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She wanted Joe inside of her, but not in her mouth. Still, she liked that he was taking charge and she began undoing his belt obediently.

"And what if I want you to use it on me?" she asked, removing his belt and pulling down his pants. "Not a very effective punishment, is it?"
 
"Oh? Like that, huh?' His hands wove into her thick, short hair and he squeezed gently. "I could do that too. Ripen you up a bit before you get your allotment of cock pounding." He smiled and rubbed her cheek across his warm, veined cock. He let her push down his pants and then stepped out of them so that he was naked and she only had her panties on.

"You have the best eyes," he purred. "Especially when your lips are wrapped around me." He stroked her head and encouraged her to take him deeply into her mouth. He nudged her knees apart with his foot. "Make me wet baby, then I want to fuck you." He growled as her skin brushed across his. "Damn, girl. You're one hot piece of ass."
 
Carla's cheek nuzzled Joe's cock for a moment before he guided her down on his shaft. It was nice to feel his hands in her hair, guiding her to where he wanted her. She wrapped her lips around Joe's cock and began gently suckling on his length while letting her tongue explore his cock. Her icy blue eyes twinkled smugly up at him: she liked getting a rise out of him. Carla was a playful creature, so teasing was in her nature. She was glad that her teasing egged Joe on rather than irritated him; she could have sex while keeping her mouth shut, but it wasn't nearly as fun.

Carla couldn't take Joe all the way into her throat: she had a very strong gag reflex, which made deepthroating difficult for her. She wasn't about to throw up, but she choked and retched a bit every time Joe's cock went too deep into her mouth. To compensate for that, she reached one hand up and began massaging his balls, hoping that he'd enjoy the extra stimulation enough to make up for her shortcomings.
 
Joe noted how often Carla seemed to gag or choke on his cock. He knew that he was longer than average, but he thought that a seasoned woman like her would know how to open up and take him all the way. "Woman, I hope you can take more dick in your pussy than in your mouth. I need full strokes to get off." He groaned appreciatively when she began to massage his balls. "That's it; I need to have you."

He pulled her away from his cock and lifted her up, over his shoulder to carry her over to his bed. On the way there he gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for not knowing how to deep throat. That's something that we'll have to work on, I see."

He tossed her onto her bed like a duffel bag full of clothes. "Last time we were getting to this point I told you to spread your legs for me and touch yourself," he said, half smirking. "This time there'll be less talking." He reached down and grabbed her ankle, jerking her ass towards the edge of the bed. He lifted her legs up so that they rested against his chest. He slid his palms down her legs and thumbed the wet, hard clit with soft strokes. "Hmmm... looks like pussy like attention."
 
Carla frowned a bit and let out a yelp as Joe smacked her ass. She'd have been fine if he'd been mad at her for her teasing, but she didn't like that he was already finding inadequacies in her on their first date. It wasn't really her fault that she hadn't anticipated that Joe was a blowjob man. Well, she supposed that most men liked blowjobs, but that didn't really make her feel any better. She remained frowning for a little while, but found it difficult to stay mad at Joe when he began teasing her damp sex. After a few moments of teasing, she considered it an apology and lost herself to the sensation, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. That didn't mean that she didn't want Joe to fight her for dominance, though.

She used her arms and back to prop herself up until her knees were hooked over Joe's shoulders, then lifted her upper body until Joe's face was lever with her stomach. She used her hands to slip his away from her pussy and then to pull herself into a sitting position on his shoulders, much like she had been the previous night. She threaded her fingers through his hair, both to stabilize herself and to grind his face into her cunt.

"Mmm... I remember liking this from last night," she purred. "And it's only fair, after all: I mean, I gave you a little oral stimulation. It's only fair that you return the favor, yes?"
 
Joe chuckled as Carla inch-wormed herself only his strong shoulders and up to his mouth. "Remind me to only date athletes," he said with a smile as he kissed her thighs and began to lap at her cunt. His hands grabbed her ass, large, muscular digits digging into her muscles and swiveling her hips to meet his mouth as he lowered her onto the bed on her back. He pushed her onto the mattress and reached up to fondle her breasts as he pulled and sucked on her clitoris with his mouth.

His fingers rolled her nipples between them and he felt her grow wetter as he moved over her cunt. Smiling, he brought a hand down and slid two thick fingers into her, testing the tightness of her cunt.
 
Carla was a little disappointed that Joe wasn't more assertive right away, but she appreciated the subtle way he took control again. She let out a purring moan of pleasure as Joe's mouth went to work on her cunt and again when his fingers slipped inside of her. This was far better than anything she'd had in the past several years: her own fingers and toys could only do so much. It was that human touch, and having things done to her, rather than doing them to herself, that really made her enjoy the experience.

Carla kept her hands threaded through Joe's hair and squeezed, tugging at his hair and pulling his head tight against her crotch as she writhed in pleasure as Joe ate her out. She was drunk off of the sensation and moaning loudly, not really caring who heard her. She found herself bucking her hips against Joe's face as she lost herself completely to the pleasure he gave her. If Joe didn't stop soon, she had no doubt in her mind that she was going to cum.
 
Joe marveled at the wildness in Carla's actions. She was certainly proving to be a fun, if naughty, fuck. He slurped on her clit hard one last time before moving up her body, kissing and licking her abdomen as he did. He kept his fingers in her until his mouth reached her neck, then he slid them out so that he could penetrate her with his engorged cock.

He moved his free hand to her hair to grab her head and force her to kiss him. His hips thrust deeply against her, pushing his thick, warm flesh into her body until the mushroom tip pressed against her swollen cervix. Joe moaned into her mouth as hie shaft found the limit of her tight pussy. He began to increase his pace, fucking her harder and deeper in long, full strokes. His balls slapped against her sopping cunt, smacking her sexual juices with each full shove. The sounds of their fucking reverberated in her large flat. It was a loud, primal sound that echoed his increasing arousal.

Each thrust was followed by a grunt of pleasure from him as he fucked her hard. There was no love-making in this at all, just a good, hard fuck. Joe pulled her leg up around his hip with his free hand and smacked her ass again before gripping her leg tight against himself for purchase. He didn't even think to ask her if she was on any kind of birth control. He had switched over from rational human to lust-filled-man, and unless she forcefully stopped him, he was planning on spilling his hot seed deep inside of her any second.
 
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