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Tracy stretched lazily beneath the sheets, the morning light slipping through the half closed curtains of their bedroom. She’d been looking forward for today for weeks, Malia had been drowning in work recently and it was making her feel a little bit lonely but last night the coyote had promised her that today belonged entirely to them. No laptop, no boss, no interruptions, just them and the tiny coffee shop where they’d first met.
Tracy had already picked out her outfit the night before, a tight black dress that she knew made Malia feral. She knew they were just going to the coffee shop but who said you couldn’t get coffee in style. She’d had the whole thing planned out down to the last detail. The plan was simple; get Malia to the coffee shop and into the booth for some under the table teasing just how they liked it. Besides this was one of Malia’s favourite dates she loved the frill of wondering if they’d get caught but her girlfriend obviously had different ideas for today.
When Tracy sat up in bed Malia was already sat at her desk in the corner of the bedroom laptop open, phone pressed to her ear. “Yes I’ll send the files right now,” Malia said, voice clipped but professional. “No, it’s fine I’m on it”
Tracy let out a quiet sigh as she leaned against the headboard of their bed. The brunette knew she’d have to get creative today if she wanted her girlfriends attention today and that’s when the first idea popped into mind. She swung the covers off herself and got out of bed and padded over to the wardrobe with a mishevious look on her face, she pulled out one of Malia’s iconic flannel shirts pulling it on. The soft fabric settled against her skin, the hem brushing teasingly high on her bare thighs. Malia’s warm, earthy scent, pine, and something distinctly reminiscent wrapped around Tracy like a claim.
Then she leaned against the wardrobe door waiting.
Malia finally ended the call and turned her head. The moment her gaze landed on Tracy, her entire demeanor shifted. Her nostrils flared, eyes flashing bright blue for a split second as the overwhelming mix of her own scent on her girlfriend hit her. A low, involuntary growl rumbled in Malia’s chest.
“Fuck, Princess” she breathed.
Malia’s eyes dragged slowly down Tracy’s body, darkening with every inch. The way the flannel hung off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin. The bare thighs pressed together just beneath the hem. The unmistakable fact that Tracy was wearing nothing underneath. Malia’s fingers flexed against her thigh like she was fighting the urge to lunge across the room and bury her face in that fabric—in her.
“You’re wearing my shirt,” Malia said, voice rougher than before. She swallowed hard, scenting the air again. “My scent, all over you. You know exactly what that does to me.”
Tracy smiled sweetly, though mischief sparkled in her eyes. “I figured you needed a little reminder of what you’ve been missing out on”
Malia’s gaze lingered on her thighs, hunger plain on her face. For a moment, it looked like she might actually abandon her laptop. Then she exhaled shakily and dragged her eyes back up.“Babe, I swear this is the only thing I have to handle. Then we’re out the door. I’m all yours for the rest of the day. I promise.”
Tracy tilted her head, still smiling that dangerous little smile.“You’ve got ten minutes, my love.”
However ten minutes bled into thirty, and thirty slowly dragged into a full hour. Tracy’s patience had officially run out. If Malia wouldn’t come to her, then she would make sure her girlfriend couldn’t ignore her
She started subtle, walking past Malia’s desk with slow, deliberate steps, hips swaying just enough for the hem of the flannel to tease higher up her bare thighs. Each time she passed, Malia’s head snapped up, nostrils flaring as her own rich, wild scent wrapped around Tracy like a claim. Tracy could practically feel the arrousal stirring beneath Malia’s skin.
On her second pass, Malia reached out and caught her wrist, yanking her close. “Fuck, princess,” she growled, voice low and rough. She pulled Tracy into a hungry kiss, one hand sliding beneath the flannel to cup her breast, thumb brushing over a hardened nipple. Tracy moaned softly into her mouth, threading her fingers through Malia’s hair as she rocked against the coyote’s thigh, letting her feel how wet she already was.
Then Malia’s phone rang again and she groaned against Tracy’s lips reluctantly pulling away. “One minute”
Tracy stepped away with a dramatic pout. She didn’t go far. Instead, she bent down slowly at the waist to pick up a pen she’d deliberately dropped across the room. The flannel rode all the way up, exposing the curve of her ass and the slick shine between her thighs. She lingered there for a few extra seconds, knowing exactly what the veiw was doing to her girlfriend.
Malia’s growl was audible even over the phone call.
However Tracy wasn’t satisfied with just that. So she turned up the game. She returned to the desk and accidentally brushed her breasts against Malia’s shoulder while reaching for a glass of water. A few minutes later, she leaned over the desk from the opposite side, arms pressed together to deepen her cleavage, pretending to look at something on the laptop screen.
“Baby, you’re so tense,” Tracy purred, voice sweet and dripping with faux innocence. “Maybe you should take a break and let me help you relax”
Malia’s eyes kept flicking between the screen and Tracy’s body, her jaw tight with restraint. But that still wasn’t enough for Tracy she wanted her girlfriends full undevided attention so she moved in for the bolder play. She turned Malia’s chair to face her, then straddled her lap without warning, settling her bare, soaked pussy directly against the front of Malia’s sweatpants. She rolled her hips in a slow, filthy grind, letting her wetness smear against the fabric.
“You’ve been ignoring me all week,” Tracy whispered hotly against her ear, nipping at the lobe. “I missed this mouth on me… your hands… your tongue. I’m so fucking wet for you, my love, and you’re just sitting here working.”
Malia’s hands tightened hard on Tracy’s hips, claws pricking deliciously against her skin. A deep, possessive growl rumbled in her chest as she kissed up the length of Tracy’s neck, sucking a dark mark right below her jaw. Tracy shivered and ground down harder, chasing the friction she desperately needed.
Just as Malia’s hand slid between them, heading exactly where Tracy wanted them, the phone buzzed loudly on the desk, her boss again. Tracy climbed off Malia’s lap with a sharp, frustrated huff, thighs slick and cheeks flushed. “Fix it,” she said, voice low and edged with warning. “Or I’ll find someone who will pay attention to me.”
However Malia was still on the call twenty minutes later apologising and typing prefusily on her laptop. The low, professional tone of her voice had become background noise that grated on Tracy’s nerves.
Tracy had officially reached her limit. Teasing clearly wasn’t enough anymore. If Malia wanted to ignore her, then she’d make damn sure she couldn’t. Snatching her phone off the charger, she stormed into the living room, and dropped dramatically onto the couch on her stomach, deliberately positioning herself in full view of Malia’s desk. The oversized flannel rode up her thighs as she swung her legs lazily in the air. She made sure her girlfriend could both see and hear everything. Then she dialed the biggest flirt she knew who had a knack for winding people up.
Theo answered on the second ring, his voice already dripping with smug amusement. “Tracy. To what do I owe the pleasure, gorgeous?”
Tracy laughed, bright and deliberately flirty. “Theo… I’m so bored. Malia’s been glued to her laptop all morning like I don’t even exist. I was hoping you could entertain me for a little while.”
She felt the exact moment Malia’s attention snapped to her. The typing stopped. The murmured conversation with her boss faltered. A low, dangerous growl rumbled from the bedroom, quiet, but unmistakable. Good Tracy thought to herself maybe now she was finally building enough amunition against Malia that the Coyote would have no choice but to play attention to her.
Theo, who would do anything to get a rise out of Malia, caught on instantly and knew he had to help his best friend out. He dropped his voice to sound almost sympathetic but there was a hint of amusement behind it too. “Oh, neglected again? You poor little thing. If you were mine, I wouldn’t be wasting my time on some laptop, I’d have you bent over that couch fucking you so deep you’d forget your own name.”
Tracy bit her lip playing along as she shifted on the couch letting the flannel slip higher. “Mmm, tempting. You always know exactly what to say. Doesn’t Liam get jealous when you flirt like this with other people?”
Theo chuckled, low and wicked. “Oh, he does. And I love it. Nothing hotter than Liam getting all possessive and feral. The sweet ones are always the roughest, you know? Last time he caught me flirting, he had me on my knees in under five minutes, telling me exactly who I belong to while he—”
There was a sudden scuffle on Theo’s end, followed by Liam’s unmistakable voice, equal parts irritated and turned on. “Theo, what the actual fuck? Hand over the phone. Right now.”
Theo laughed, clearly enjoying himself. “Uh oh. Looks like I’ve been caught. Sorry, Trace. Duty calls. Liam’s about to drag me off and teach me a very hands-on lesson about flirting with another girl while he’s in the next room.”
“You two are ridiculous,” Tracy teased, grinning. “Tell Liam I said hi, and that he should go easy on you. Or don’t. I know you like it rough.”
Liam’s voice came through clearer now, half growling. “Tracy, tell Malia to get her head out of her ass before Theo ends up with more marks than he can hide. Theo hang up. Now.”
Theo let out a breathy, playful moan that was definitely for show. “Shit, Liam, easy with the claws, babe. You know I bruise so pretty for you.” Another muffled crash and a low, possessive growl from Liam followed before the line went dead.
Tracy didn’t want to know what the hell they were doing but if she had to guess Theo was probably running to save his ass from Liam after that crash, but from what Theo had told her on their little brunch dates that only made it worse for him later but Theo did always enjoy the frill of the chase. Crazy little shit.
Tracy had barely dropped her phone onto her chest and let out a dramatic sigh before strong hands seized her ankles. She yelped as Malia dragged her down the couch in one swift motion. Before she could even catch her breath, her girlfriend was looming over her, jealousy and raw hunger rolling off her in thick waves. “You think calling Theo is going to get my attention?” Malia growled, voice dangerously low. She shoved the flannel shirt up to Tracy’s waist, completely exposing her dripping pussy. “You’re mine, darling. Not his. Not anyone else’s. This body belongs to me.”
Tracy’s breath hitched, arousal flooding through her. “It worked, didn’t it? I’ve been trying to-” Malia cut her off with a bruising kiss, biting down on her lower lip hard enough to make Tracy moan. She settled between Tracy’s spread thighs, one hand pinning her wrist above her head while the other slid straight down to cup her soaked cunt.
“Fuck, you’re dripping Princess,” Malia hissed against Tracy’s neck. She bit down hard on the same spot she’d marked earlier, sucking a deep, claiming bruise into the skin. “This pretty pussy is mine. Say it.”
“Yours,” Tracy gasped, back arching. “It’s yours, Malia please”
Without warning Malia thrust two fingers deep inside her, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot she knew made Tracy see stars. The brunette cried out from underneath, her free hand flying up to fist in Malia’s hair as the coyote fucked her with rough, possessive strokes of her fingers. Malia’s mouth moved lower, shoving the flannel open wider so she could latch onto one of Tracy’s breasts. She sucked hard on a stiff nipple, tongue flicking over it before her teeth grazed the sensitive peak.
Tracy moaned louder, pushing her chest up into Malia’s mouth. “Fuck yes, just like that…”
Malia switched to the other breast, sucking and biting while her fingers pumped faster, her palm grinding against Tracy’s swollen clit with every thrust. “You let Theo talk about fucking what’s mine?” she growled around a wet nipple, adding a third finger and stretching Tracy open. “I should fuck you stupid until the only name you remember is mine.”
Tracy’s hips bucked wildly, her walls clenching around Malia’s fingers. She reached down with her free hand, palming one of Malia’s breasts through her shirt and pinching her nipple hard, earning a sharp, pleased growl from her girlfriend.
“Then do it,” Tracy panted, squeezing Malia’s breast again. “Stop talking and fuck me like I’m yours.”
Malia pulled her fingers out abruptly, ignoring Tracy’s desperate whine. She flipped her onto her stomach, yanked the flannel shirt off completely, and sank her teeth into the back of Tracy’s neck, holding her in place like prey. Malia shoved her own pants down, then pressed her bare thigh between Tracy’s legs, rubbing the firm muscle right against her soaked pussy.
“Beg properly,” Malia ordered, voice rough with jealousy and lust as she rocked her thigh against her.
“Please, Malia,” Tracy moaned, pushing back against her. “I’m yours, only yours. Please fuck me like you mean it.”
Malia flipped her back over, pulled her own shirt off, and hauled Tracy up against her chest. Skin to skin now, she banded one strong arm around Tracy’s waist while her other hand returned to her dripping cunt. She rubbed tight, fast circles over Tracy’s swollen clit as she ground her own wet pussy against Tracy’s ass.
Tracy reached back, sliding her hand between them to stroke Malia’s soaked folds, matching her rhythm. “You’re so wet too,” she breathed. “Jealousy looks good on you.”
Malia snarled and bit down on her shoulder, fucking two fingers back into Tracy while grinding against her hand. It didn’t take long before Tracy shattered, crying out Malia’s name loud enough for the neighbors to hear as her orgasm crashed through her. Malia didn’t stop. She kept thrusting and rubbing her clit through every pulse and aftershock until Tracy was shaking, whimpering, and oversensitive.
Only then did Malia pull her fingers free, flip Tracy onto her back again, and shove her thighs wide open. She lowered her mouth to Tracy’s dripping pussy with a hungry growl, licking a long, filthy stripe up her folds before sucking her clit between her lips.
Tracy’s back arched off the couch, hands flying into Malia’s hair as the coyote devoured her like she was starving. Her tongue licked broad, filthy stripes up Tracy’s soaked folds, savoring every drop of her arousal before she sealed her lips around Tracy’s swollen clit and sucked hard.
“Fuck Malia!” Tracy cried out, hips jerking as she gripped fistfuls of Malia’s hair.
Malia growled against her pussy, the vibration shooting straight through Tracy’s core. “That’s right. Scream my name. Let the whole fucking building know who this pussy belongs to.” She pushed her tongue inside Tracy, fucking her with it in deep, messy strokes while her nose rubbed against her clit. She pulled back just enough to spit on her pussy, watching it drip down before diving back in, sucking and licking with obscene wet sounds.
Tracy’s thighs trembled around Malia’s head. “Your mouth feels so fucking good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop”
Malia looked up, lips shiny with Tracy’s slick, eyes glowing bright blue. “I’m not stopping until you’re ruined for anyone else. Theo can flirt all he wants. He’ll never get a taste of this.” She slid two fingers back inside Tracy, curling them roughly while her tongue flicked relentlessly over her clit. “This cunt is mine to fuck, mine to eat, mine to fill. Say it again.”
“It’s yours, all yours, Malia oh god, I’m gonna come” Tracy cried out. Malia didn’t stop, instead she sucked her clit harder, pumping her fingers faster until Tracy shattered with a loud, broken moan, thighs clamping around Malia’s head as she came hard on her girlfriend’s tongue.
Malia didn’t pull away. She kept licking her through it, gentler now but still greedy, cleaning up every drop until Tracy was twitching and whimpering from overstimulation. Only then did Malia crawl up her body, kissing a trail of wet marks across Tracy’s stomach and tits. She captured Tracy’s mouth in a deep, filthy kiss, letting her taste herself on Malia’s tongue.
Tracy moaned into the kiss, hands roaming down Malia’s back to grab her ass and pull her closer. “I need more,” she panted. “I want to feel you.”
Malia smirked, dark and hungry. “Greedy girl.” She shifted, spreading Tracy’s legs wider and slotting herself between them until their soaked pussies pressed together. “You want to feel how wet you make me?” Tracy nodded desperately, rolling her hips up. Malia started slow, grinding her dripping cunt against Tracy’s in long, deliberate strokes. The slick, wet sound of their pussies sliding together filled the room. Tracy whimpered at the delicious friction against her sensitive clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” Tracy breathed, reaching up to pinch Malia’s nipples. “I can feel how much you want me.”
Malia groaned, picking up the pace. She rocked harder, grinding their clits together with every roll of her hips. “This is what you do to me. Walking around in my shirt, smelling like me, letting another man flirt with you… makes me want to fuck you until you can’t walk.” Tracy moaned loudly, matching Malia’s rhythm as they scissored faster. “Then do it. Fuck me harder. Show me who I belong to.” Malia snarled and leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of Tracy’s head. The new angle let her grind down with more pressure, their slick folds rubbing perfectly together. “You’re mine, Tracy. This pussy is mine. These tits,” She leaned down and sucked hard on one nipple, then the other, “mine. Every fucking inch of you.”
Tracy’s nails dug into Malia’s back as pleasure built again, sharp and intense. “Yours, I’m yours, baby. No one else gets this. Just you. Fuck, right there, don’t stop” Malia fucked her faster, their clits rubbing frantically, bodies slick with sweat. “Come for me again. Let me feel this pretty pussy coming all over mine.” Tracy came with a loud cry, back arching off the couch as her second orgasm hit even harder than the first. Malia followed right after, grinding down through her own release with a possessive growl, their combined wetness coating both their thighs.
They stayed locked together, panting and trembling as they came down. Malia pressed soft, claiming kisses along Tracy’s neck and jaw, occasionally nipping at the fresh marks she’d left.“Next time you feel neglected,” Malia murmured against her skin, voice still rough, “you come to me first. Not Theo. Understand?”Tracy laughed breathlessly, running her fingers through Malia’s messy hair. “Yes, ma’am, but maybe I should wear your shirt more often if this is the reaction I get.”Malia nipped her bottom lip in warning, but her eyes sparkled with satisfaction. “Careful, princess. I still have all day to remind you exactly who you belong to.”