A Big Tip

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Maddie shot out a pale manicured hand and turned over her phone to check the message. She rolled her eyes when she saw it was from Ben. She turned her attention back to her laptop. She'd finish this chapter then get back to him. Her eyes returned to the long string of black text on a manila background as she scrolled down the page.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Eyes back to her phone. Another text from Ben. Always the eager beaver. She picked up her phone and held it to her face, eyes focusing from her laptop onto her phone screen.

Ben: Hey

Ben: You doing anything tonight?

Maddie's eyes shot over to the small clock in the upper right corner of her phone. 9:43 P.M. Normally a bit late to be asking someone to hang out, unless it was a booty call. Ben wasn't the type to be able to pull off a booty call.

Maddie: Just studying a bit. You?

She had barely even pressed send before the phone buzzed again in her hand.

Ben: Damn, who assigned homework over Columbus day weekend?

Bzzt.

Ben: Supposed to start my shift at Gio's. But I can call out and come over if you're lonely ;)

Maddie looked over at the empty bed next to her. Her roommate had gone home for the long weekend. She looked back to her phone, almost surprised to see that Ben hadn't send another text in the two seconds she'd taken her eyes off the phone. She let him hang on for another minute before finally texting back.

Maddie: Haha. Wouldn't you get in deep shit for calling out now?

Bzzt.

Ben: Worth it!

Maddie: Go to work silly. I gotta hit these books.

Ben: Sure you don't need a study buddy???

Maddie: Nah, I got this one. Thanks again for that chem help though. I owe you one! Now go get those big tips!

Ben: Well hey, if you need a 2 AM pizza let me know. I'll be sure to give YOU a big tip ;)

Maddie almost laughed at that. Almost. She put the phone back to her side and got back to reading the chapter assigned to her, sometimes skimming even though she knew that was frowned upon. After she finished the chapters assigned to her, and got started on the next one for extra credit her phone buzzed again. She looked at it intently, expecting to turn it over and see ONE NEW MESSAGE FROM BEN. Likely him complaining about how bored he is, or how annoyed he is that he has to keep driving back to campus to deliver pizza in the dead of night.

She debated not turning over the phone at all, let the message sit unread until tomorrow. She knew that was a bigger risk than checking it though. Leaving it all night would mean she'd be sitting in her dorm room all night reading dead Russians. Her manicured hand reached out to flip over the phone once again. Her heart elated when she saw that the one new text was from a four letter name. Rhys.

Rhys: I'm home. Come over.

With the speed that Ben had shown in texting her, she sent him a quick "OMW <3" closing her laptop. In black yoga pants, a loose fitting gray t-shirt and no make up, she wasn't exactly dressed for a night on the town. But that didn't matter to Rhys, it never matter what she was wearing when she arrived. She opened her top right desk drawer, and sent her hand deep into the dark recesses of it until her fingers wrapped around the gift Rhys had given her. She took a second to admire it before slipping it into her purse, and slipping on a pair of flats.

One elevator ride later she was in the parking lot of her dorm hall. It was easy to find her car, it was one of the few in the parking lot from this decade. A gift from her father.

She pulled out of campus and drove through the sleepy New England town her college called home. The kind of sleepy New England town that brilliant autumn leaves and a history of witchcraft to its name. She drove past Gio's. Had she bothered to look, she might've seen Ben, sitting by the counter, watching a video game livestream on his phone. She hadn't bothered to look, her eyes were straight ahead, focused on the road. Her mind's eye further ahead, focused on Rhys.

She finally parked in front of an old brick building who's ground floor hosted a coffee shop. The kind of coffee shop Starbucks pretended it was; except the CD rack held punk instead of blue eyed soul and coffee wasn't the only brew the place sold. Sitting above it, connected by an external staircase was Rhys' apartment. Her heart ascended in her chest as she ascended the stairs, practically scrambling up them. She only had to knock once before Rhys answered.

In the doorway stood a wolf. Lush midnight black fur and golden eyes so piercing their glow could still be seen behind the aviator shades he was wearing. The wolf stood tall, taller than most humans by easily a head. The t-shirt of a local punk band clung to his muscular chest for dear life, tattered and patched work jeans gave way to a thick pair of black work boots. Their steel toes helped separate a few teeth from a lot of heads. "Well, aren't you lost in the woods." Rhys grinned, letting Maddie see his fangs. Her heart ascended into her throat.

"I was looking for a big bad wolf to eat me out." She replied. That got a boisterous laugh from the wolf as he ushered her into his apartment. He took a seat on the couch. Maddie's eyes darted towards the coffee table in front of him. On it lay a black AR-15, magazine, a couple stray bullets and a Sam Delaney paperback with a well cracked spine.

"I'm assuming you brought it." Rhys said as he reached down, gathering up the magazine and its few lost ducklings. He started to reunite them as Maddie fished into her purse to pull out a black and read dog collar. "Atta girl!" Rhys loaded the last bullet into the magazine and gave it a few taps.

"What's that for?" She asked, putting the collar on her neck.

"Make sure the bullets are all snug, won't jam the rifle." He said, laying the magazine next to the unloaded AR.

"You aren't going to load the gun?" Rhys gave her a puzzled look.

"Now why the fuck would I do that? In my own my own home?" Maddie looked down at her feet and mumbled something about not knowing. Rhys laughed and stood up, picking up the magazine and the rifle. "Now get undressed, I'm putting these back in the safe."

She watched him disappear into his bedroom as she followed his instructions. Putting her purse on the coffee table next to the Delaney paperback she slipped off her flats and raised her t-shirt up over her head, exposing her B cup breasts to the world. No need for a bra when lounging in your dorm room, no need for a bra here. She tossed the shirt aside onto the floor, then did the same with her yoga pants. She debated keeping her panties on, but undressed meant undressed. The panties joined the rest of the clothes on the floor and now all she wore was a collar and some short red hair. As above, so below.

Rhys came back a short time later, the only undressing he had done was to remove the aviator shades. That deep golden gaze pierced even further. "Did you eat?" He asked. She shook her head.

"Too busy studying." She replied. That got her another fanged grin. Rhys took his spot back on the couch, pulling his phone from his jean pocket.

"Come unlace my boots, I'll order us something to eat." Instinctual Maddie dropped to her knees and started to crawl towards his boots. She gazed deeply into them, as black as his fur. She could swear she saw some specks of faded crimson dotted along the toes. Her eyes trailed up towards the tight, intricate laces. Her hands followed as she started to undo the knots.

"Hello, yeah Gio its me..." his voice rumbled above her she worked out the hidden puzzle of the knots, undoing the laces and pulling the tongue back. She noticed he wasn't wearing socks. "Yeah I can hold a bit." Rhys looked back down at her, pulling the phone away from his ear and covering it with his other hand. "Pull my boots off and worship my feet, try not to be too loud about it." He returned the phone to his ear. She pulled off his boots, letting a slight musk waft into her nose. The smell of a hard day of work and an easy night of cracking fascist skulls. She couldn't help but brush one of her manicured hands over her lower hairs in response to the smell. She wrapped her lips around one of his thick lupine toes, tasting sweat and fur, and sucked. It was a preamble to what she hoped would come later. She could feel his claw poke along her tongue as she sucked on his toe, the sharp digit leaving a small dot of crimson or two in its wake. "Yeah, no worries. Busy weekend huh?" A pause as Rhys listened to the other end. Maddie stepped up her efforts, hoping to get him to growl into the phone. "Get the sole." He commanded down at her, before turning his attention back to Gio. "Oh sorry, got a friend over, playing some video games."

She plopped the toe out of his mouth and angled his foot back a bit, looking at his broad sole. She pictured this foot, clad in the boots she had just removed, coming down on a bald punk wearing a Skrewdriver t-shirt and some questionable tattoos. She couldn't help but brush over her lower hairs again as she planted a soft kiss on Rhys' padded sole. Then a soft lick, and then another. Dragging her tongue along his rough sole, tasting every wrinkle and crevice. "Yeah, two large. Still got that vegan cheese?" Another pause, a few more licks. "My man! Forty five to an hour? No worries, guess a lot of the college kids stayed home this weekend. Yeah, you too Gio." Rhys hung up the phone and finally let out a long content growl. "Now between the toes."

Maddie was all too happy to oblige, sliding her tongue between those long thick lupine toes, licking the soft sensitive bits of flesh as Rhys rumbled contently above her. After she had finished, he presented her with his other foot and the cycle began anew.

When that was finished, Rhys snapped his fingers and Maddie's eyes snapped up to meet his gaze once more. "Undo my jeans." She wriggled up off the floor and moved her head and hands in towards his crotch. She undid the button on his jeans, taking a moment to look over the patches that covered his well worn, faded jeans. He wriggled a bit in assistance as she pulled the jeans down around his ankles. She sank back down and gave the tops of each foot of his one last kiss of worship before she tugged the jeans off from around his ankles and tossed them to the side, to join her clothes in the floor pile.

She came back up and rested her chin on the couch cushion. His bulge could barely be contained behind his gray boxers, she leaned in to give his cock a kiss through the fabric. He smirked, a broad, clawed hand of his coming around to press the back of her head against the fabric of his boxers. He kept her held there for a minute, letting her drink in a different sort of scent of his, one that drove her even more wild. Then he gently pushed her back and let his cock slide out through the slit in his gray boxers. It wasn't the first time Maddie had seen it, but she still couldn't get over the size of it. A great pink monolith that she couldn't help but imagine tiny worshipers around as Strauss blared over their prayers. "Fuck its so big." She cooed. Rhys grinned.

"It's proportional." He said, gripping her head firmly in his hands. While he held her head firmly, the movement was all her own. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of his thick throbbing cock. Rhys held her head in place, content to let her suckle at the head of his cock for as long as she liked. He kept his hands form on her head, claws gently digging into her skin. His version of a hickey. After a time she took a bit more of her cock in his mouth, still leaving most of that pink monolith exposed to the open air. He growled contently, one of his hands moving upward so he could comb his claws through through her hair.

She could feel his cock starting to tickle the back of her throat and he wasn't even half way into her mouth. He let her dictate the pace, slowly pulling back and going forward on his cock. Sometimes her lips ventured beyond the mapped boundaries, but not for long. He was only proportional for a wolf after all. He could feel himself starting to build up, hot thick cum making its way up the inner workings of the pink monolith. Just as he felt he was about to blow his load in her, he firmly pushed her off his cock, then grinned down at her.

"How'd I do?" She asked.

"A second longer and I was about to spoil your appetite." Rhys replied, bending down a bit from his seat, moving his hands with him as he gripped her hips and pulled her up to her feet. "Now get on the couch." He growled, even though it was by his own accord that he didn't cum, he was still angry about it.

He gently dragged her onto the couch, laying her down across it as he hovered over her, pinching his claws into her shoulders. More marks she'd have to explain to her roommate later. "Now I'm gonna be the big bad wolf..." He slithered down towards her sex, digging his claws into her thighs as he parted her legs. "That eats you out."

He started with a few long slobbery licks. The kind that a dumb man only concerned with his own pleasure and having the taste of pussy on his tongue would do. His lupine tongue trawling the length of her sex like he was lapping up water.

Once he got her good and moist, all her lower hairs wet with his saliva; Rhys actually began to eat her out. That once slobbering, sloppy tongue that turned into an instrument of surgical precision. Tickling her in all the right places.

He'd done this before. Many, many times. The Wolf who practiced one kick ten thousand times. She rubbed his ears as she started to imagine him with another woman. A woman with whom he perfected this technique. She wondered if the dead Russians and even deader Germans he told her to read ever came up with a word for equal feelings of arousal and envy.

Eventually the rubbing of his ears turned into the squeezing of his ears. The way one squeezes the sheets as their muscles start to contract and the feel dopamine rush throughout all their body as they approach that little death. But she didn't cross the threshold. Not yet at least.

Just as she was about to orgasm from Rhys' precision strikes on her G-spot; he stopped. "Why'd you stop?" Maddie panted at him, tempted to send her own hand in there to finish the job. Rhys just grinned pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the pile on the floor. His gray boxers never made it to the pile. Instead he used his claws to slash them into tatters that tore off from him.

It made her think of those old samurai movies they'd watched together. The ones where the killing blow didn't make its presence known for a few seconds. Rhys then dug those boxer killing claws back into her shoulders. Digging in tight enough that she'd definitely have some marks she'd need to explain to her roommate.

Wordlessly. Rhys slid his cock, covered in her saliva, into her vagina covered in his. It was almost like a kiss. The passion was the same. She wished she could reach his ears now. She needed something to squeeze as she moaned. His thrusts were hard, deep and slow. He never want all the way into her. Stopping at about where she had mapped out with her lips. Regardless she could still feel his long, long hard presses. The kind tickled and slapped every inch of her inner sex. She could feel all her muscles contracting. The little death was coming. It came just as he did.

He flooded her with his virile seed. She quietly thanked God for birth control. She loved the feeling of his juices filling her. She heard him howl as the last of his seed rushed into her, and then he gently collapsed on her. A weighted blanket that gently nibbled her ear lobe, his cock still inside her.

"We could fall asleep like this..." He whispered in her ear. She would have no complaints if they did.

Then there was a knock on the door. Then another.

"Oh shit!" Rhys said, his piercing gold eyes going wide. "The pizza!" He pulled out of her in a frenzy, some of his own cum still sticking to his cock. "Just a sec!" He called out, stumbling towards the door. Maybe it had slipped Rhys' mind that he was still naked with a semi erect, cum caked, still throbbing cock. Maybe he just didn't give a damn and wanted his pizza. Or maybe he just felt like showing off.

Rhys opened the door to find a scrawny, fresh faced human on the other door. Medium length curly brown hair, green eyes, a t-shirt with some super hero or another emblazoned on the front. The most noticeable thing to Rhys was the pizza warming pouch he held in one hand, and the bill in another. "Hey thanks so much for coming!" Rhys said, reaching down to his hip, looking to reach into a pocket for his wallet. Hard to have pockets when stark naked. The human was looking past Rhys; at Maddie. Naked and half asleep on the couch. "Riiight, sorry. Kinda lost track of time."

Rhys left the door open as he ambled over to the clothes pile to grab his wallet out of his jeans. "So you a student?" Rhys called out as he fished out his wallet and started counting cash.

"Y-yeah!" The scrawny delivery boy replied. A gasp in his throat as if he'd seen a ghost. As if he'd never seen a naked woman before. Then again, given his choice of attire; maybe he hadn't. Rhys walked back over to the doorway, cash in hand. He hadn't bothered to put the jeans on for the reunion between him and the pizza boy.

If Maddie naked on the couch had been hard for him to ignore. Rhys, standing easily a head and a half over him, stark naked and with a throbbing cock was beyond impossible. "Hey I really appreciate you coming out this time of night." Rhys said, taking the pizzas from the delivery boy. Rhys made sure to give him a big tip.