Sunday means Smut! (if you're a Gutter Girl) and an original piece of fiction written by one of us GGs. You have the GG oath that it is 100% written by us and we're not professionals so mistakes and typos are
It's fairly long and not tons of smut like usual, dont beat me!
2085 New Orleans.
Striding down the cold street, Aidan crossed the French Quarter and turned onto Bourbon street. Hands firmly tucked into his pockets he thought about flashing on a coat, but shrugged the idea away. He’d be inside the bar soon enough. His New Rocks eating up the walkway Aidan soon stood outside Sneaky Joe’s. A were bar, but humans frequently visited too. He was hungry and tight as a coiled spring.
He wanted a cold beer, a fuck and a rare steak. Not necessarily in that order.
You could get all three at Sneaky Joe’s. And after the day he’d had, unwinding was all he could think about. Being alpha of his pack was hell on his stress levels, just keeping his sister out of trouble was a full time job. He growled low thinking of the shit he’d just pulled Asane out of. His twin may be seventy five but she was a teenager in most respects and her way was the only way she saw was right.
The bar was as it always was, packed. He pushed his way to the front to order a straight up JD, turned his back to peruse the crush of people. He could easily spot the weres that were here, sensed actually before seeing them, he could tell which species they belonged to. He pretty much kept to his own pack, training and helping the new cubs come into their magic didn’t leave much time to socialise. He needed to give more responsibilty to Asane, but until the welp actually grew up he was stuck playing her parent too.
Surveying the room, Aidan scanned to the first floor balcony and back down, he scented a lot of arousal, it spiked his own making him want to growl…what was that scent? Holding himself still he felt it as it snaked around his body slick and cool like silk carressing his naked skin. Tilting his head to sense where it was coming from.
Intoxicating came to mind. He pulled the scent, spicy and sweet deep into his lungs and wondered which girl writhing on the dance floor it was coming from. About to forget the steak until later Aidan turned to search her out when he felt an arm slung around his neck from behind and a deep French accented voice yelled over the noise of the music “Beer and an ice cream float for the boy here”
Laughing Aidan elbowed his friend in the ribs and watched him sit on the stool next to him “Luc you ass, I could have ripped your head off before I knew it was you” He motioned for the bartender to make that two beers.
“ frère you were too busy checking out the local talent to notice what was behind you”
Giving a knowing grin Aidan tossed back a pull of beer and kept his eyes scanning the room, searching, hunting out his prey that filled his lungs still. He’d have her before the night was out.
“You’re still an ass” He motioned his head to the throng of bodies dancing to…was that skillet? He remembered them from when he was a cub. It must be an early 2000’s themed night. “Are you checking out a morsel too ?”
Aidan watched his friend grimace and down a third of his beer in a single gulp and grinned knowingly letting out a belt of laughter “Say it isn’t so… the infamous wolf, lay ‘em and leave ‘em isn’t caught is he? “
Even over the beat of the music Aidan heard the warning growl and laughed more “Not caught. Just…pursing”
“I think tiny angels are weeping in heaven right now Luc. Seriously you’re having women trouble, if the apocalypse happens before I get laid I will reign hell down on you. Or worse, sic my sister onto you” Smirking he finished off his beer as Luc stood again.
“Speaking of, I have an angel of my own to corner. Until we meet again frère” Cuffing Aidan around the head with a grin he joined the mill of people to find the exit and flash himself away.
Little did Aidan know the angel in question Luc was pursing was Aidan’s mother seventy five years in the past. But that was a story for a different day.
About to tell the bartender he wanted a menu he caught a glimpse of sheer white out of the corner of his eye and his breath literally left his body. He knew if he buried his nose into her neck she would smell of the scent he’d caught a hint of minutes before.
He hardened and growled back a moan, his chocolate eyes widening to pure black lust filled pupils as he watched her writhe and undulate on one of those dancers podiums in what looked like a piece of sheer silk. Fuck he was in danger of bursting out of his jeans. He wanted to flash up to the first floor drag her to one of the rooms provided for sex and fuck her right then and there, but he caught himself before he did. House rules, no magic in front of the humans. He let out an irritated curse and just like that, with a bar full of people her eyes turned and met his as if she sensed he was watching her hungrily.
Was she a were? Aidan didn’t think so. Her scent didn’t say animal to him…but there was something he wasn’t quite sure of. He watched the corner of her mouth lift in a knowing smirk, still undulating she watched him just as his gaze penetrated hers, her swaying hips a magnet.
He was mesmerized. She was beautiful, exotic. Mouth watering and he wanted her. Wanted her now.
He’d already fucked her twice in his mind, rough, hard, making her scream and writhe beneath him. It only took a second to blink and bring himself back to reality, ready to stalk his prey, pursue, entice and seduce, from the way she’d looked at him Aidan knew it wouldn’t take much seducing to have her body beneath his. He scanned back to the top floor to see her gone.
“Fuck” he growled low tamping down his disappointment. Then he felt it. A slow sweet of a finger tip across the nape of his neck, making him shiver. The sweet spice of arousal assaulted him and Aidan turned to see her stood before him looking like the sexiest creature he’d ever seen before.
“That’s what I am hoping for” There was a smoky husk to her voice, but before Aidan could respond she’d dragged her navy coloured nail across his lower lip suggestively, her eyes dark and glazed bore into his before she turned and twitched her ass between the sea of people, glanced over her shoulder once at him and exited out of sight.
It took moments for Aidan’s feet to un-stick themselves from the floor and follow hastily behind, holding onto her scent as he found his way out of the bar onto the street and around the corner to the alleyway where she rested lazily against a car. What was it about a woman in 6 inch heels that turned his cock to steel? Unlike Luc he didn’t know style or designs of shoes, he just knew her stood there in drapes of white and heels that screamed fuck me Aidan wanted inside her.
“A woman of few words. A rarity” Aidan grinned approaching her to stand mere inches from her looking down on her small dainty frame. He still couldn’t pin point exactly what she was, not human, they had their own unique scent, as did all species of weres. She was…something different. Supernatural yes. But what, he didn’t know. Right now he didn’t give it much thought. “Do you have a name?”
“Chiara” She spoke and again her voice licked flames down his spine. Aidan didn’t have time to say anything else, she moved, and he swore without seeing her move, and had him pressed hard against the brick wall “Didn’t you say something about a fuck?” A raw groan left his throat when her hand made quick work of his belt and buttons and had her hand inside stroking him to full length. “Mm..now this is a surprise” Aidan dipped his head to her neck and inhaled giving her a small nip to taste her, he barely heard her speak, lust was fogging his fucking mind to get inside her as she thumbed over his cock piercing causing pleasure to fire behind his eyelids.
“Is that what you want, beautiful?” Aidan hooked a hand around the back of her neck pulling her up to his mouth, breathed a moment against her lips and took them in a hot crush, prying them apart and licked in a slow roll across her tongue while she continued to drive him out of his skull stroking him harder. She tasted of fire, and cinnamon, a heady mix. He pulled back on her hair, exposing her slim throat he wanted to sink his teeth into “Well?”
“Hand on cock” She drove her point home and jerked him fiercely once, twice and stopped, Aidan tried to pump himself through her palm but she only tightened around him. “Tongue in mouth. Hmm..you don’t take hints well do you?”
That was all the assurance he needed, with a low deep rumbling growl he pulled her body over to the car, kissed her hungrily again pushing their tongues together then flipped her around pressing her face first to rear of the car he had her wrists anchored in his hand, he wondered if she’d object to being pinned down but it seemed to turn her on more, she rocked back grinding her ass to his cock . He snaked his free hand across her stomach and down to cup her heat snapping the bit of lace off her with a flick of his wrist so he could delve right into her wet honey. She undulated more, whimpered out her encouragement riding his fingers.
Aidan didn’t think he’d last much longer, he freed himself kicked her legs wide and buried his cock right down to the hilt in a silken stroke letting out his breath on a groan. Pumping deeper Aidan let her wrists go free pulled her body back against his and worked her over hard knowing he’d stroked against her sweet spot buried inside when he hand came up and gripped his hair yanking hard as she shuddered, she pushed back on him forcing him deeper. “Oh. Fuck.” he barely registered people milling along the street just feet from their dark alley, the tightness of her pussy the only focus he had.
“That all you got ?” Chiara’s body turned slightly and Aidan felt teeth sink hungrily into his throat, tugging and biting, he bit back a pleasured curse and slammed into her fast riding over her Gspot, his piercing edging down her sensitive walls as he pushed in and out of her. Her moans mingled with his own, pants and harsh guttural cries called out into the night as his thumb pressed hell out her clit he felt her body let go and spasm around his cock just as his own climax thundered down his spine and splintered in hot waves.
Panting and feeling his inner animal purr with bliss Aidan rode her gently still until her walls quit quaking around him spent. Righting his clothes he nuzzled the nape of her neck, his stubbled cheek grazing her soft skin drinking in her now sated scent. Had a climax ever felt that explosive? He knew it was a nice appetiser and taking a hold of her waist he turned Chiara and nibbled her lips thinking he would flash them back to his apartment. Before he could she licked a slow path over his lips and down his neck and he heard her whisper some language he’d never heard before, pull from his arms and start off back towards the street…
She turned her head looking at him over her bare shoulder, the street light illuminating her up like an angel. A sexy naughty angel, Aidan felt a grin tug at his lips expecting her to walk back to him so they could get out of there and continue .. but she licked the corner of her mouth like she could still taste him - fuck he got hard instantly again - and carried on walking.
“I’ll be seeing you soon Aidan Bailios” and just like that she merged into the night and shimmered out of sight. Not flashed like all the supernaturals he knew did. She shimmered. Well fuck!
It was only later Aidan realised he’d never told her his name….
To be Continued…