Falling for Lycans

Ch.11

After Bryson left Shelby's hotel, he headed to his house to change for work. On his way into the office, He got a text from Drew asking if he had heard anything from Shelby. Bryson told him no and he told Drew he had been out looking for her last night. Drew texted that he was starting to get worried. Bryson tried to tell him she was fine and just needed space but Drew wasn't going to stop freaking out until Shelby came home. Bryson got to work and had a few calls to go out on. When he got back to his office, his receptionist told him that a woman came by looking for him but she didn't leave her name. He thought it had to be Shelby. He told her he was going to take a late lunch and he would be back. Bryson went and picked up lunch for himself and for Shelby and he headed to her hotel. When he got to her room, He could hear her moaning. Bryson's mind began to race with thoughts of that guy from the bar. He went down to the front desk and told the desk clerk that he was her husband and needed to get into the room. The desk clerk gave him a key to the room and he head back upstairs. Before unlocking the door, he put his head to the door and listened. He could still hear her. He unlocked the door and quietly crept around the wall but what he saw wasn't the guy from the bar taking what he so badly wanted. He saw Shelby in her bra with the cover covering her from the waist down. He stood there for a moment and just watched her. He couldn't tell if she was using her fingers or her toy but whatever it was she was using to bring herself close to pure bliss, had his c*o*c*k throbbing. Shelby's eyes were closed so Bryson sat the food down on the floor and crept over to the chair that faced the foot of the bed. He sat down and unzipped his jeans and slid them down his thighs. He took his shirt off and stuck his hand in his boxers and gripped his c*o*c*k. He began stroking himself while listening to her moan. Biting his bottom lip to try and hold back moaning himself. Shelby opened her eyes.

"Ahhhh. What the f*u*c*k, Bryson? How in the hell did you get in here?"

"I told them I was your husband and got a key card."

"What the f*u*c*k possessed you to tell them you were my husband to get into my room?"

"Sorry, pretty lady. I heard moaning and my mind went straight to the guy from last night."

"So once you saw I was alone, you decided to just sit and watch me instead of give me privacy?"

"Couldn't help it, pretty lady. Your moans are like a siren's song."

"Oh, my goddess. Are you really jerking off right now, Bryson?"

"Like I said, your moans are like a siren's song. Seeing you laying there pleasuring yourself and hearing you, made my c*o*c*k hard as f*u*c*k and I just couldn't help myself."

"I need to get up, Bryson. Close your eyes."

"Don't stop just because I am sitting here. Lay back down and let whatever you were using, bring you the pure bliss you were trying to reach. Just pretend I'm not here, pretty lady."

"I. I. Can't."

"Yes, you can Shelby. Just close your eyes like you were doing before. Keep yourself covered if it makes you more comfortable. I don't have to see anything to get off. All I need is your facial expressions and your moans. I promise I will stay right here and I won't touch you."

Shelby nervously laid back and grabbed her toy from under the cover. She looked over at Bryson, whose eyes were locked on her. His hand slowly moved up and down in his boxers. She took a deep breath and inserted her toy. She slowly moved it in and out. Her whole body was shaking from being nervous and she wasn't getting any pleasure out of it. She sighed.

"I can't do this, Bryson."

"Yes, you can. You are just nervous. Relax and take a deep breath. Now look at me. Watch me, pretty lady."

Bryson kicked off his shoes and stripped out of his jeans. He slid himself to the edge of the chair to be able to lean back. He straightened his legs out in front of himself and he stuck his hand back in his boxers and began stroking himself again. His eyes stayed locked on Shelby. He licked his bottom lip as he stared at her. Shelby scooted her pillows back against the headboard a little so she was propped up some and she picked up her toy. She inserted it again and started moving it slowly in and out. Watching Bryson jerk off to her, was hot. The nerves started to settle and she was beginning to feel the pleasure. She watched like a hawk as he began to pump himself faster. His head tilted back and he moaned. Shelby started sliding the toy in and out a little faster. She moaned as she watched Bryson's lips part letting another moan escape from his lips. Shelby hit the button on her toy to make it vibrate and as soon as she did her eyes rolled back and she let out a loud moan. Bryson was getting close to exploding and he didn't want to until she was close. He slowed down stroking himself and watched her. Shelby's head was titled back, He could see the vibrations from her moans on her exposed throat. Her moans got louder and closer together. She arched her back and he could see her chest rise and fall. He could tell she was about to c*u*m. He started stroking faster and started moaning loudly. Shelby began to shake and she yelled out.

"Oh, F*u*c*k. Bryson. Oh F*u*c*k, I'm coming."

"Mmm. F*u*c*k. me too, pretty lady." He said and began spurting c*u*m into his hand.

Shelby watched him while he finished. Bryson stood up and walked into the bathroom to wash his hand and clean his c*o*c*k off. Shelby took the time to grab a pair of shorts while he was in the bathroom. When Bryson came out, Shelby was sitting on the bed with her knees up against her chest and her hands covering her face. Bryson didn't bother putting his jeans on before he sat down on the edge of the bed. He inhaled and smirked. He knew a lot of women sometimes faked it but by the smell in her room, he knew she didn't fake her o*r*g*a*s*m. He had successfully gotten her to open up a little more to him by talking to him and now playing with herself in front of him. He leaned forward and pulled her hands from her face.

"Talk to me, pretty lady. What's going on in that head of yours?"

"I can't believe I just did that in front of you while watching you jerk off."

"What's the big deal with it?"

"I don't do things like this. The other Shelby does. That's what the big deal is, Bryson."

"Do you not watch p*o*r*n while you play?"

"I have but."

"But nothing. It was just like watching a p*o*r*n*o. The only difference is neither of us saw the other completely n*a*k*e*d."

"I have only done that one time before."

"Let me guess, the last guy you were with?"

"Yes." Shelby sighed.

"What did this guy do to you to turn you into this shy woman?"

"He hurt me." She said and she put her head down on her knees.

Bryson got up off the bed and grabbed Shelby. He slid her close to the edge of the bed and he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. He sat her down on the counter facing the mirror.

"Look in the mirror, Shelby. What do you see?"

"Myself."

"No, look again. What do you see?"

"Someone who has lost her mind and is terrified of giving in to her feelings."

"Do you see the same girl you were when that f*u*c*k*b*o*y hurt you, Shelby?"

"No, but I'm not a teenager anymore."

"That's right. You aren't. You aren't the same person you were back then."

"But."

"You want to know what I see?"

"What, Bryson?"

"I see a woman who knows exactly what she wants but is scared to admit it. I see a woman who likes being dirty but hadn't found the right guy to unleash her dark side on. A woman who obviously never had a real man f*u*c*k her into pure bliss."

"Wait, Bryson. You said hadn't.."

"Shelby, there are two guys right now who want more than anything to give you what you need. Give you what you desire."

"Two guys? Who?"

"Goddess, are you really that blind, pretty lady?"

"I guess so."

"Me and tiger. Shelby."

"I mean I knew Drew fantasized about me when he jerked off and joked with me but I didn't really think he wanted me that way. You on the other hand, I knew you wanted to get me in bed but I figured I would be just another name to add to your list if I did sleep with you. See my head is all screwed up. I couldn't even tell my best friend really wanted me that way."

"Pretty lady, you could never be just a name added to the list of women I've f*u*c*k*e*d. I want more than that with you."

"Bryson, I. Um. I can't give you that because it isn't fair to you."

"Why not, Shelby? What isn't fair?"

"Drew."

"What about him?"

"Bryson, I came to this hotel to get away from you and Drew because I needed to clear my head and think."

"About what, pretty lady?"

"Who I really have feelings for. Bryson, with you coming into my life, I started feeling things I haven't felt in a long time. Things that I liked and made me think about giving myself to you and then Drew kissing me, it made me feel the same way and made me think about being with him."

"And?"

"And I don't know what I want, Bryson."

"No need to rush into anything, pretty lady. I will give you the time you need but that doesn't mean I am going to stop flirting with you. It doesn't mean I won't be so open with you. Don't be surprised if the next picture I send is one of me holding my c*o*c*k."

Shelby blushed and Bryson smirked at her. He was serious though. He was going to ease her into being comfortable with s*x before he f*u*c*k*e*d her with his tongue and then his c*o*c*k giving her back-to-back mind-blowing o*r*g*a*s*m*s.

"How old were you when he hurt you?" Bryson asked out of nowhere.

"I was 17."

"You honestly haven't slept with anyone since then, pretty lady?"

"Honestly I haven't."

"What did he do to you?"

"He cheated on me. Ok? Are you happy now?"

"There is more to it isn't there, pretty lady?"

"Please, Bryson. I can't right now."

"Ok. I'm not going to push it. Just know, you can tell me anything, pretty lady."

"Thank you. "

Bryson helped Shelby off the counter. He went and got his clothes and put them back on. He picked up the food off the floor and laughed.

"Well, I guess we are eating cold food, pretty lady."

"You brought me something to eat?"

"Yeah, I took a late lunch to come by and see what you came to the office for?"

"I didn't go to your office, Bryson."

"Oh. my receptionist told me a woman came by without leaving a name and I thought it was you, pretty lady."

"Nope. I've been right here since you left this morning, Bryson. Must of been one of those names on your list."

"Or it could have been a client." He countered.

"Whatever you want to tell yourself, Big Bad Wolf."

Bryson sat there with Shelby and ate. When he finished his food, He kissed her on the cheek before heading back to work. "Who the f*u*c*k was it then if it wasn't Shelby?" He thought to himself as he got into his truck.