Sunset Beach Condos

Warning: Explicit Themes Will Be Used In The Following Story.



After cleaning up at the bonfire, and making sure that the fire was out, Aubree had realized that Vic didn’t have anywhere to sleep that night so she invited him over to her place to crash on her couch, rather than sleep somewhere in the sand. When he agreed, she was delighted, and grabbed a few bottles to bring back before she led him back to the apartments.

Up the three floors, and about halfway down the hall, she stopped at the door. “Well, it’s not the beach.” She said as she dug out her keys, and unlocked the door. “But you’re welcome to it.” She finished as she swung open the door, and stepped inside. She set the bottles down on the short counter of the kitchen, flicked on the light, and looked at Vic. “Please, come in.”

As she waited, she got both of them a glass, and popped open one of the bottles. She poured each of them a healthy amount of the bottle she held, and then turned to hold it out to him. “Here. Come drink with me.” It was just an offer, but she hoped he would take it. She liked Vic, and for the first time in six months, she felt a little better being around him, so she didn’t see a reason to stop the party now.

Victor was glad to have the help cleaning up after the bonfire. He usually did it alone and he enjoyed the extra pair of hands. He went and got the hose and soaked the entire area, extinguishing the flames and cooling the coals. He buried the coals, ensuring they were completely smothered. He then helped Aubree tear down the makeshift bar.

The invitation for him to stay in her condo since the one he normally stayed in was not available that night. Vic thought about it before accepting. He slept on a couch anyway. It would just be a couch in a different condo. He agreed, bottles were claimed and they headed off towards the building. Stairs didn't bother him, he stayed right on her heels the whole way up.

Once inside he took a look around and then leaned against the kitchen counter when she offered him a drink. He accepted and took a healthy swallow of whatever she offered him. He pointed to her living room area, "Can we sit? I've been standing most of the night." He grabbed the bottle they were drinking from and walked over to her couch. He sat down, making sure there was room for her to sit next to him.

Now settled he looked at Aubree curiously, "I guess we get to know each other?" Victor liked to keep things light, so he asked a hopefully funny question. "Worst pick up line ever used on you. Go."

Aubree had done quite a lot with the place in the short time she had been here, including finding what she was almost sure had been a previously stolen stereo set, and re-wiring it until it worked. She had a decent couch, a coffee table, a TV, and the walls were a little less bare than when she had moved in to find a family of dead mice. When Vic asked if they could sit, Aubree smiled at him. “Hell yeah, we can. That sounds like a great idea.”

After handing Vic his glass, Aubree first reached up and shook her hair out of its ponytail, letting the golden length fall down her shoulders. She breathed a sigh of relief as she sat down beside him, leaning against the back of the couch as she looked at him, tilting her head in thought, but in the end, he beat her to it.

A smile touched her lips at his words. “I think that’s the socially acceptable thing to do.” She joked, but made a sound of thought at this question. “Oh, lord. Uhh. Oh! Okay.” She pushed herself up, and cleared her throat. In the most mocking tone she could muster, she quoted; “Are you a plunger? Because I think you’re the only thing that could unclog my pipe.” She fell back against the couch as she laughed. “To this day, I still don’t know if he meant the back or the front. What about you?”

Victor laughed with Aubree at the terrible pickup line used on her. When she said she didn’t know if the guy had meant the back or the front, he made a completely grossed-out face. “What?! The back or the front! Ahh, Yuck! Seriously?” He mimicked gagging and then laughed as she stared at her in disbelief. “And if he meant the back, would ya have helped the bloke out?” It was a valid question and he was truly interested in.

As for him, he chuckled and shook his head. “Ah, Nah. I’m not the one getting’ the lines. They are reserved for my little brotha and Jax. They get the lines, I usually just kept a bar stood warm while they had the fun.” He shrugged nonchalantly. It wasn’t a complaint or a gripe, only the truth.

He lifted the glass to his mouth and drained the contents. It wasn’t rum, that was for sure. Vic had to be careful with alcohol. Though werewolves were usually immune to most things, he had some kind of aversion to wines and some beers. It was something with the fermentation process that caused migraines and hives. It didn’t stop him from going for the bottle and filling his glass again, though…and hers while he was at it. “Question two of the night. Worst date eva.” He leaned back, curious about this one.

“I’m serious! I spent the rest of the night scratching my brain trying to figure that one out.” Aubree almost lifted the glass to her mouth when she heard Vic’s second question. She started laughing again, and shook her head. “Not even if he paid me, would I have helped with that one. I don’t mind an ass-grab on occasion, but I am not one for the butt-stuff.”

Aubree found it hard to believe that Victor wasn’t getting pick-up lines used on him left and right. He was smoking hot, she could admit. “Really? That seems unlikely.” She let her eyes roam him while he finished the glass, then turned away to finish hers. She held it out to him as he grabbed the bottle to refill them both, and smiled at him. “Thank ya.”

When he asked the worst date ever, Aubree groaned. “I don’t have that many, as I was with someone for a long time, but the first date after that relationship…” Aubree blew out a breath and took a fair drink before she started. “It was supposed to be just a simple dinner and a movie. Instead, it started with him being over an hour late to pick me up. When he did finally get there, I found out quickly his idea of dinner meant a McDonald’s drive through, of which I did not eat. While he ate, he said nothing to me, but texted the entire time. When I asked him if he was going to have a conversation with me, he proceeded to tell me, ‘I don’t like to listen to girls when they talk. It’s kinda boring.’ After that, he ditched the movie entirely, drove us to the mall parking lot, looked at me and said, ’So, there’s a condom in my glovebox.’” Aubree rolled her eyes at the memory.

She shifted on the couch to face him a little better, and ran her fingers through her hair as she sighed. “In the end, I got out of the car, and walked away without ever looking back. I went and got a pretzel at the mall instead. It was so much better than that entire 30 minutes.” She laughed lightly, but then looked at Vic. She was curious about him too, as much as he seemed curious of her. “And you? You said you don’t get many lines, but you gotta have a horror story or two for me.”

Victor laughed, enjoying his drink. Whatever was coming out of that bottle made him relax far quicker than rum did. “You like an ass-grab?” Yep, definitely more relaxed than he would have been with rum. He was joking, trying to be playful with her and show her he was paying attention to her story. He leaned back against the couch and nodded self-consciously. “It’s true. I am a nobody when they are around. The older brotha nobody gives a second look to.” that was his life, he had accepted it. End of story.

Then Aubree changed the mood and told a hilarious story about a truly terrible date. Victor giggled the whole way through it. “Are you truly serious?!” He covered his face with both his hands and laughed, feeling awful for her about that date. “You truly do not have luck with men.” He would have been content listening to Aubree’s stories and laughing at the tragedy of single life when he felt her gaze on him. The expression on her face told him she wanted a story from him.

The facade of joy faded a little as he had to recall something quite painful. “Well. …I have never dated. Like I said, no one looks my way when Bandit and Jax are in the room. I too was with someone for a long time and when she decided she wanted another life she left, and I haven’t tried to find anyone since then.” He sat up on the couch. He had just killed this party, he was certain. He was going to finish his drink and go sleep on the beach. “Apologies. I try to have fun but never get it right. Thanks for helpin’ clean the beach up, Aubree. I should get back down to the beach.”

She laughed lightly when he questioned. “On occasion, sure. Why not?” She looked at him as he told her it was true, that he was the older brother nobody looked at. She could see he truly meant that, so she tried to distract him with her story. It worked for a few minutes as he laughed. “I’m serious. I just sat there like, uhhh, what the hell am I supposed to do now?”

She rose her eyebrows in thought and made a small sound when he mentioned she had no luck with men. She didn’t, and she accepted that. At least not in dating them. She laughed lightly. “Sad, but true.” She didn’t make a big deal out of it though as she turned her attention to him. When he started to talk, she learned he was fairly in the same boat. They seemed to share the same relationship luck, at the very least.

He sat up then, and apologized. Aubree listened to his words, then sat forward too. She hadn’t meant to make him sad. That wasn’t the intention by any means. Plus, she was enjoying his company. “Hey, there’s no reason to go. Talk got a little heavy, but we can do something else. I got movies, cards. Anything.” She smiled at him, hoping he would stay. “Plus, I don’t think I can drink these by myself, and we were just getting started.” She reminded him with a look at the bottle and back to him.

Vic could smell the pity and wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want people to give him the time of day because he was too pathetic to leave sitting on the beach alone. He tossed his drink back and placed the glass on the coffee table. “It’s okay, Aubree. I appreciate the attempt at…all this.” He placed both his hands on the couch and pushed on the cushions, helping himself up. Whatever they had been drinking seemed to have hit him harder with the hammer of depression than rum normally did.

He was sad. The memories had been fluctuating all night in his mind and, try and he might, he couldn’t push them down anymore. He needed to let the memories flood his mind. He needed to cry and mourn like he had done a thousand times. When was it going to be enough? When was it going to end? He was tired of being bound to a love that no longer existed. He needed to get over it. What was it that Jax kept telling him? To get over someone you had get under another. He looked at Aubree and asked her a question that might either get him slapped and thrown out or might help him. “How do you feel about sex?”

Aubree really didn’t want him to go, but she also couldn’t force him to stay. She realized they had touched too close to their own memories, as hers swirled infront of her eyes much the same way. The story she told had been a little deeper than she had let on, which might’ve been a bad idea, considering the thoughts that it did lead too.

Before she could say anything though, she heard his next question. She looked at him in surprise. She slowly drained the glass as she considered the question, and put the cup down on the table. “If you’re serious, I think I miss sex.” She eyed him a little bit, running through the implications, and wanting to make sure they were both clear, should this happen. “So, just to be clear, just sex?”

Vic sat back down on the couch and looked at her with complete seriousness on his face. “I miss sex too. I haven’t done it in…” he really had to think about that and count. “Fuck! Almost twenty years.” He watched her face. Watched her as she ran the idea through her mind.

Her question was on the right track with his thinking. “Just sex.” Vic grinned hopefully at her. “We aren’t mates or else we would have known the moment we saw each other. But we are both wolves.” He didn’t think he needed to convince her, but he still have some good points to made. “We won’t have to hold back like we would with a human.”

He wanted to make this next part very clear, “And if at any point in time you want to stop or I want to stop, we will stop. No questions. No hurt feelings. Just an understanding that we are two people in need of something physical.” He watched her, waiting for her answer.

Aubree could not help the blink as Vic revealed it had been 20 years since he had last had sex. It hadn’t been quite that long for her, but long enough that she craved it on occasion. This was one of those occasions, but she was smarter now than to just jump in blindly, no matter how good it may have felt during.

She liked Vic, genuinely liked him and wasn’t interested in making things complicated or messy. She listened as he listed some very good points. She knew they weren’t mated, that became obvious on the beach, but she still smiled at him when he pointed out they would not have to hold back with each other. “No, we certainly would not.” Fuck, did she like that idea.

She fell silent once more as he clarified exactly what he had meant, which was exactly the same way she was thinking. “No questions, no hurt feelings. Just physical. Two people having fun. Sounds like a deal to me.” With that cleared up, she nodded in approval of it, and let herself really look at his body. She then moved over to him, and straddled him. If there was no romance, then she didn’t feel the need to romance him. “So let’s move on to see what we’re working with, shall we?”

Victor smiled as Aubree seemed to catch on and feel comfortable with his suggestion of a casual, no strings attached, no romance intended fling. Victor wanted to find love and a connection, but he wasn't going to be able to do that while he was still mourning his past. Maybe a sexual escapade is exactly what he needed to help him move on.

He welcomed her into his lap as she sat astride him. With the pressure of romance and the requirement to make a good impression removed Victor placed his hands on Aubree's thighs and slid his fingers towards her hips, slipping them under her shorts.

His grey blue eyes were watching hers as he started. "I'm not a foot guy. I'm not gonna suck your toes or anything gross like that. I might massage your feet if that gets ya wet, but that's all. Adding to that, my feet are off limits to you." Unless she has any major objections he would continue. "Don't pull me hair too hard - major turn off. It's cool if you want a handful of hair to hold on to, more towards the roots, but don't be yanking on it, yeah?"

Victor ran his hands down to her knees and then placed them on her waist, pulling her closer so she was sitting on his package now. "Butt play is a no. Grab the cheeks, give 'em a squeeze, give it a occasional smack if the sex is particularly hot. But nothin' between the cheeks, ya got me?"

The main reason she had crawled into his lap was to create physical contact. That was always the hardest part for her, but she decided to just go for it, and she was ultimately glad she did. She relaxed as she sat in his lap, her hands moving along his chest as his moved along her thighs. She listened to his list, nodding as she memorized it. “Well, that’s very good, because I think I’d be forced to kick you in the teeth if you tried to suck my toes.”

While his hands slipped under her shorts, and she listened to his other preferences, she slid her shirt over her head, revealing a rock hard stomach, and a set of D-sized breasts set in a black bra. She hadn’t been expecting sex so it wasn’t anything fancy, but she had a good body regardless of clothes. “As a fellow member of the long haired community, I can and will agree to not pull your hair as long as you don’t pull mine. Grip the hair, don’t yank on it.” She was glad they agreed there. It meant it wouldn’t be an issue later. They had talked briefly about her ass earlier, but now was the time to expand. “I said earlier I don’t mind an ass grab, or even a slap if you think it looks good, and that was true. However, if you need or even want to grab it for leverage during, go ahead, or rub it for luck if you like, but your mouth, fingers and dick will stay out of it.”

She let herself be pulled towards him, feeling his package underneath her. Her hips ground lightly against him to get him going and just to feel him as she thought of her own list. “Don’t cum on my face. If I’m blowing you, and you’re getting there, just tell me. I’m not gonna get offended. Coupled to that, don’t be the guy who drills for the G-spot. It’s just uncomfortable for all involved.” She looked at him for a second, making sure he understood before continuing. “This is a weird one, but the inside of my arms are super sensitive in a turn on kind of way. And most importantly, I know I’m physically smaller than you.” She looked between them, and saw the obvious size difference, but she had a lot more power than she appeared to have, and knew he would smell it. “But I’m not made of glass, and you won’t hurt me, so for the love of god, don’t be afraid to fuck me. Oh, and had I known this would happen, I’d have shaved my legs this morning.”

She looked down at him as she finished talking, tugging at his shirt to get it off of him. Between her legs was hot and wet as she ground against him. Heat and lust started mixing in her belly, making her fingers heavier on his skin, and needier in her movements. “Anything else really important I need to know?”

Victor got a little distracted when Aubree took her shirt off. She had much larger boobs than he was used to and he was anxious to play with them. His head twitched a little as his eyes moved from her boobs to her face. "We seem to be in agreement. No toes. No ass play. Easy on the hair. No cum on the face. Careful with the inside of the arms. We good?"

Victor wasn't wearing a shirt, he rarely did. He needed the sun too much. He only ever wore one if he went into establishments where he had to. Vic was barely chested, showing off his golden, hairless, built chest for her to enjoy.

She had one final question, for now, questions would arise as they went on, he was sure. "Just one more question. Couch or bed?" He ran his hands from her waist, around to her back, and up to her bra. He unhooked the teeth of the bra, letting them hang loosely. He then leaned forward and pressed his lips to her collarbone. He was ready to put the past behind him.

“Good for me.” Aubree agreed before her blue eyes moved down to his chest. She had no problem telling him things as they came up, as she hoped he wouldn’t with her, but for now, she was curious what he had to offer, and what he felt like. When he asked his final question, she smiled.

She leaned into him as she felt his hands on her back. She felt her bra be unhooked, and ran her fingers down his back. She made a soft sigh as his mouth pressed to her collarbone, rolling her hips against him. She didn’t mind sitting on the couch to start, but the size of him and the roughness of two wolves was going to require, “The bed. We’ll need the room.”

She did let herself tease him though as she slipped the bra off and letting her breasts touch his bare chest, and let her hips rock lightly against his, but just as her breath got heavier, she crawled backwards out of his lap, and grabbed his hand. She pulled him up, and into the bedroom. She turned on the light, revealing the large and soft bed, a dresser, and not much else. She was minimalist here, but it worked. Already topless, she turned to him as she led him in, and untied her shorts. She pushed them and the black underwear down, letting him see her full body. Her legs were tanned and muscular, like she ran a lot, her hips curvy and naked, she had a small golden glow from recent days in the sun.

Once naked, she walked over to Vic and pulled him to her. Her head leaned in to plant kisses on his chest, while her hands moved along his thick body. “I gotta give you this. You are definitely sexy.” This was said in lust, not love, her accent thick with want as her mouth moved in his flesh, and her hands moved towards his shorts to get them off him.

As soon as Aubree started rolling her hips against his manhood, he knew it was game-on. The way she grabbed him he thought for sure round one would have been on the couch. He was wrong on that one. He did very much enjoy the feel of her soft breasts and her firmed nipples against his chest before she pushed off his lap and into the bedroom they went.

He stood back, giving her the space she needed to remove the rest of her clothes. His eyes caressed the natural muscled curves of her body. He definitely wanted her. And she seemed to feel the same as she came to him and started kissing his chest. Her hands went to his shorts and they would easily come off his hips. He felt the shorts pool around his feet and he stepped out of them.

He looked down and made a face, "I'm not all the way hard yet. But that'll change quickly, I'll bet." Victor grabbed Aubree around her waist and, lifting her off the floor, tossed her on her butt on the bed. He leapt after her and landed next to her on the bed. He was wondering if they would need a dance of dominance or, because this wasn't a mate thing, they could just fuck. "You or me on top, lady?"

Aubree looked down as he did when he said he wasn’t fully hard yet. Her eyebrows rose in delight. “That’s alright, we’re only just beginning.” If he wasn’t fully hard yet, she could only imagine what he looked like when he was. As an Alpha, it wasn’t often she was just picked up and thrown around, and even less that she allowed it to happen, but she let out a laugh when he just scooped her up. She laughed in delight of it, because it meant he listened when she told him she wouldn’t break.

She watched as he leapt into the bed beside her. It had been a long time she was naked with a man in bed, so she was just a touch nervous, but looking at him, she realized she didn’t need to be. She grinned at him, running her tongue over her teeth as she considered his question. “Me, but first we gotta get you all the way going.”

Aubree rolled then, but realized that without at least a little work-up, they might run into problems. And foreplay didn’t have to be romantic either. She hovered above him for a second, wondering if she should kiss him. She wanted too, but she had a thought that that might be considered too intimate at this point, so instead, she bowed her head to kiss at his neck and chest again, and would continually move down his body with each kiss. At the same time, her hand moved down his body until she could take him in hand.

Her mouth traced and trailed over his flesh, still moving her mouth down his body while she stroked his length. She didn’t keep the kisses to a seductive level, but a teasing one. They were meant to feel good and give that small shiver. Her mouth went down to the base of his cock, the tip of her strong tongue moving around the base before she licked straight up his shaft. Her eyes looked up to see him see his reaction as she slipped him between her lips, taking as much of him as she could while she watched him.

Alpha, shmalpha. She wasn’t his alpha and he wasn’t her mate. He was going to treat her like she was any other girl, and he was any other guy. He laughed when she took on the dominant role to start off. She rolled him on to his back and crawled on top of him. One of his hands rested on her thigh and slowly moved up her leg to her hip, and then on to the small of her back. His other hand was desperate to feel one of though ‘D’ breasts.

She had leaned into kiss at his neck before he was able to give ahold of her breast, but the feeling of them and her nipples against his chest, combined with her mouth on his neck was helping the blood flow to go quite a bit faster. Victor wouldn’t have a problem with kissing. Kissing was fun. Enjoyable. It didn’t have to mean love. People were more likely to have a make out session that meant nothing than actual sex.

He grunted a little as she kissed down his form. He still hadn’t gotten ahold of one of her breasts, but he was determined. That determination slipped momentarily away as he felt her mouth at the base of his cock. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep as his mouth opened a little in pleasure. When she ran her tongue up the length of his shift he groaned and opened his eyes in time to watch her slide the head of his organ and part of his shaft into her mouth. In a playful voice he said, “I’m certainly hard now.”

She was too far away from him for him to grab her or play with her in anyway. He left like a dickhead just laying there while she sucked him off. He wanted to play too. Since this wasn’t meant to be a romantic situation he said through this thick breathes, “I’d like something ta play with up here, please?”

Aubree took the first role without totally thinking about it. She really just wanted to see him melt into that pleasure, and she couldn’t stop thinking about the fact he hasn’t had sex in 20 years. It had been about half that for her, and for both of them, that just made her more determined to reach maximum number of orgasms possible, but she still took both time and pleasure in enjoying his taste as she worked her mouth on his length. Her blue eyes looked up at him as he playfully told her that he certainly was hard now, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock as she winked at him, before she put him in her mouth again.

She paused her movements as she heard his thick voice between his breaths. Jesus, she could listen to that accent all night, but she grinned at him instead as she released him to start shifting positions. “Fuck yes, you can have something to play with.” She moved from between his legs, and up to his side. She teasingly ran her nails lightly over his chest before she lifted to her knees, and turned her entire body around so that when she straddled him, her vagina aligned with his mouth. She was hot, tight, wet, clean, and shaven for him, keeping herself hovering just above his mouth so he could decide how he wanted to proceed.

Her body rested against his, her chest against his stomach as she wrapped her fingers around his length once again, pumping him as she let her tongue caress the vein just under the head, and down his shaft, adding a soft nip or two to the base of him, and back again a few teasing times. She moaned in need as her mouth then moved back up as she moved to taste him again. She already knew he was the biggest she had ever had, so she could not fit all of him in her mouth, but she was determined to get as much as possible. With deep, even breaths, her head bobbed up and down as much of the gorgeous length as she could while her hand made up the rest of the slack of her mouth.

The nails on his chest were a very big turn on for him. “Something to add to the ‘Do’ list – use those nails. If ya draw blood, it’s all good.” One of his hands brushed through Aubree’s hair, careful not to pull it, as she kissed up his body. When she flipped over and put her vagina in his face, he was game for that. “All right!”

One of his arms lifted and curved around her thigh so he could rest his hand on her ass. The other ran up her side and cupped over one of her breasts. He sighed softly when he felt the large mound in his hand. He massaged it tenderly, feeling the supple flesh fit into a large palm. With his hands now happy, it was time for his mouth to be happy too.

He pushed down on her ass a little with his hand and lifted his head off the bed so he could breathe in her sex. He had never had an alpha before and the pheromones she gave off were hot and dominant. He wanted to lick her and taste her but, he also wanted to toy with her. He stayed about an inch or so away and blew lightly against her sex. His breath, though warm up close, should be on the cool side by the time it reached her. This was a tease he had always wanted to try but had never gotten the chance.

He only teased her like that for a few passes before he turned his head to the side and licked her inner thigh. He was going to tease her until she was begging him to lick her. Her efforts on his cock were also hard to not give himself completely over to. The way she ran her tongue over the pulsing vein and then tried to swallow him whole. Whatever she was doing was making it harder and harder not the fuck her with his tongue…but he really wanted to tease her until she could no longer take it.