Diaries of a Broken Wolf

Exhibitionism at its best...Lemon again..for some reasong Sirius and Remus have sex alot...oh well, it\'s hot right? ^__^

We rejoined the other wedding-goers and the ceremony began. Lily looked radiant and James was absolutely glowing. Watching him get married gave me a wistful sense of regret. Not only for that fact that I was finally able to see how attractive James was, how truly lovely of a man he had become and how mature he developed to be. But I also regretted the fact that I could never get married like this. No possible way was available to Sirius and I to be married in a regular, wholesome fashion.

During the “I do” kiss, I grasped that I was thinking about Sirius and I getting married. Such a huge step in someone’s life, an entirely world altering experience and thinking about it, it seemed almost normal. It didn’t scare me; the commitment of it all didn’t stir me. As long as it was with him, I thought, and then I would have no problems.

But it wasn’t time. No time to ask, not even time to plan on asking. Despite the fact that I had known him for nearly 10 years, we still didn’t know each other romantically enough to consign to it.

During the reception, I spotted Peter through the crowd. I waved at him, beckoning him forth from the bustle of excited guests, but he just smiled warily at me and then vanished. Not literally vanish, but he phased out behind other people. I found it strange, although I had recalled that he was rather shy and most likely went to hide in a corner. At least he had shown up.

Hours of drinking, congratulations, and tears later; Lily and James rode off in their limousine to a wonderful honeymoon cruise. Slowly, all the guests sifted from the reception hall and started their journeys home.

We drove home too. Surprisingly we did own a car. Even though we lived in a small town and never used it, we had it just for occasions like this; those that are too far to walk to.
I rarely drove the car; Sirius claimed I was too “skittish” for it. I retorted with a quick “I’m not skittish, just worrisome.”

He drove with one hand this day, for his other hand was busy being attached to my own.
“I missed you.” He said out of the blue.

I frowned at him, knowing he couldn’t see my face because his eyes were glued to the road. “We live in the same house.”

“You call the past month living? We avoided each other the whole time. It was driving me bonkers.” His gazed flitted to my face for a moment, the direction of his head never changing.

I gave a compliant chuckle. “Me too,” I replied.

His hand left mine, rising to have his fingertips touch my face. It was so foreign to me, like it had been the first time. We had only been together twice, not nearly enough times to truly get to know the lover’s touch.

I leaned my face into his palm, allowing him to cup me. A sigh escaped me, I really had missed that. His hand jarred against my face so I opened my eyes to see him smiling defiantly as he stared out the windshield. It was an appearance I recollected from my school days. The look said something dirty, usually. It represented deviousness, thoughts he knew he shouldn’t be harboring that amused him. Basically, it was the face of a horny, perverse teenage boy.

“Alright, what are you thinking about?” I glared at him with mock agitation.

He snickered making his shoulders jump. “Nothing.”

Now I was actually getting a tad agitated, “Just tell me. It’s something dirty isn’t it? I know that look...”

“You want my honest answer?”

“Yes”

He kept staring at the road as he told me, “I thought it would be funny slash hot if you gave me road head right now.” That mischievous smile was still playing on his lips.

“Sirius!” I yelped, blushing and pulling my face back.

“What?” he asked, brow furrowing in confusion. “We haven’t done anything in a month, I can’t help but think things like that.”

That made me feel a little guilty. It was obvious that Sirius was a very sexual man. Hadn’t he waited for me long enough? I didn’t have to starve him for another month. And even though it was a touchy subject for me, he never understood why I distanced myself. He just knew he did something wrong, even though he hadn’t. I had punished him for essentially no reason. He deserved something for that.

For a long minute neither of us said a word. Building up my courage, I reached across the seats with my right hand, letting it hover of his crotch a moment before descending to fondle him.

His hips jiggled and a strained moan that sounds slightly like my name poured from his mouth. I was still facing the road, fondling him blindly, as he glanced over at me. I am far from an exhibitionist, so just touching him intimately shook my nerves. Meeting his gaze would’ve made me lose that tiny piece of nerve.

I thought he would’ve been astonished that I actually considered taking him in my mouth while he drove, but this was just the beginning stage of his ability to manipulate me sexually. Soon I would realize that he could make me do anything he wanted without even demanding it. Bastard.

We were almost home by the time I undid his pants. I could start and finish at home if he had the stamina. I pulled his erection from his boxers. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I leant over my seat and some of his so I could have my face lever with his lap.
I felt the car swerve.

Pulling back a little I barked, “Hey, you have to pay attention to the road if you want me to do this!”

Sirius gave a breathy laugh, “Sorry.”

I returned to the task as hand, lowering my lips to the head of his manhood. Small kisses were placed all about it, on the head and the shaft. Taking his sex in the one hand, I tilted is upward so I could reach his sac. Gently nipping on his testicles, my thumb running constantly over the head of his manhood, and my unruly hair tickling his belly all cause him to tense and moan. His leg muscles tightened as he tried to keep his control.
“Remus,” he growled feral to me, “take me in your mouth.”

My body shook at his voice, it was so base that it made me tremor with its waves. How could I resist that? I couldn’t. I allowed my breath to puff out, hot, over his erection before closing my mouth over it. After that, I felt lost. Mid-action I realized I had never done something like this to anyone. Sure, while he was ramming me into the stove in the kitchen that day I thought about what it might be like to take him in my mouth, but that hadn’t worked out until this moment.

“It’s ok Remus.” I had felt his grunt because my head was pressed partly against his stomach. “Swirl your tongue around the head.”

And so I did. The rough taste buds on my tongue scraped against the soft skin of his sex, his taste flooded my tongue and his scent filled my nose. Being so close to his arousal was almost too much, my sensitive nose twitched and I felt the need to sneeze.

I tried to ignore it. The urge never left so I wriggled my nostrils to subdue the sensation; that worked a little.

Sirius hit a bump or a pothole with the car and that caused his manhood to jump and touch the back of my throat. I panicked and fathomed that I might choked, so I inhaled sharply. Temporarily I had a lapse in memory and the inhale only pulled his erection more into my mouth and at a tighter suction.

“Oh God...” He moaned above me, the car giving another dangerous little swerve.
At that point I had remember that I had a nose and was breathing through that. The sucking seemed to work, so I kept doing it. My mouth slid up and down in tiny increments while I sucked, I dare not move my mouth anymore.

Abruptly, the car veered off the road and came to a full stop. Full of dread, I let his erection fall from his mouth to survey the scene.

Nothing looked broken, we hadn’t crashed and we weren’t home so I didn’t understand. The road on which we were parked was the main road that leads to our house; it was a less than minute drive from there. My head swiveled to ask Sirius why we had halted when his mouth intercepted mine.

It was so forceful, so savage and hungry. I melted into him, my hands lacing with his shirt and my eyes falling shut.

He let me go again and shoved me back into my seat. “Pull your pants down as far as you can.”

“Sirius...” I asked with wavering courage.

“Do it! Please...”

In his eyes I could see he wanted me and there was no avoiding it. The feeling of perturbation settled in my stomach but then I looked him over. His forehead had a sheen of sweat, his hands were clutched so dutifully to the steering wheel that his knuckles were white and his sex stood tall and frustrated.

Then I wanted him too, so I did what he said. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, with my boxers. When they got to my knees I had to roll them a little.

The smile he had was amused and horny. Can a smile be horny? Well, his was. “C’mere.”

It was awkward, but somehow I managed to get on my knees on my seat. He unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over and put his hands on my waist. Then he hoisted me with all his strength until I was straddling him.

I couldn’t move backward or foreword. Before me was his body and behind me was the steering wheel. As I faltered about which direction to lean in, he made my decision for me as he pulled my torso to his.

I wasn’t sitting on him yet. My knees were on either side of his legs and my arse hovered over his lap, not touching anything.

His lips met mine and we danced, teeth clacking subtly and tongues fighting. One hand left my hip to run promiscuously over my behind. A stray finger slid in-between my cheeks, probing blindly.

“Are you going to fuck me here?” I asked more for confirmation than for acknowledgement.
“Yes.” He said and my body was bathed in my own lust as the thoughts of getting caught by someone or just from the idea of making love in such a place entered my mind.

The tip of his finger found my entrance and circled the ring of muscle there to soothe me.
My body dithered against his, my sex rubbing against his stomach.

“Sit down.” he commanded undemanding, leaving a tone of leniency in his voice so as to give me an open door to stop. He didn’t want to stop, but he still wouldn’t make me do anything.

His head nudged urgently at my entrance. I hadn’t noticed in my lusty haze when he had spread my butt cheeks. Without hesitation or even any real thought, I slammed down on his sex.

A strangled cry fled from him, his hands flying back onto my hips to control my rhythm.
The pain brought me back to reality when I realized what I had just done. Our gazes met and he could see the odd panic in mine.

“Are you alright?” He whimpered, half out of breath.
For a minute I stared at him wide-eyed before burrowing my face into the crook of his neck. “I think so...I just scared myself a little...”

Those warm, soft hands left my hips to wrap around my body. He didn’t know why I was scared, but I understood. I was becoming the one thing I feared; a primal beast.
Throughout my whole life span I had prided myself on control, manners and silence. Then, when I found myself sexually, that part of me started to fade.

At that moment, the subject was untouchable. We were in the middle of intercourse and I wanted to talk about my feelings? Those could wait for later...or something. Even though it was all giving me such a sense of terror, I couldn’t avoid the erection already buried deep inside me.

He was patient with me. If you had met Sirius on the fly, you would’ve thought him a hasty man, one without any tolerance. But, in all honesty, he was very forbearing. His fingers ran over my back to ease me, his voice humming quietly.

I raised my hips, ever so slightly, and eased them back onto him. “That’s it Remus...” He cried calmly, “Ride me hard.”

My pace became quicker with every word he uttered. His lust seemed to fuel mine. Though his desire appeared faint compared to my own, I knew it was only a million times more ardent. It was the control he had, the delicateness of it that made me yearn to release it, making me work harder and want more.

While I slammed my hips back against his erection, a thought passed my mind. Was he a virgin before me? This kind of control seems to alien. I reminded myself to ask him later.
My sex grazed his stomach repetitively, my testicles slapped on his lap. Sadly, I don’t know anyway to say that with more...coyness. There is no other way; no more romantic wording that can describe it. Being the way I am, I don’t like to speak so plainly...so apishly. Oh well, back to the sex.

“Remus...” He groaned. I soon labeled that his climax declaration call. His body stiffened under mine as he came deep inside me, coating my prostate with his essence. The sensation tipped me over the edge. My nails dug into the sides of his arms as I climaxed in-between our bodies, my scream bouncing off the close walls of the car.

Coming down from my orgasm, a loud beep starting sifting into my ears. Then it became so loud that it startled me. I comprehended then that I had fallen back onto the steering wheel of the car and now the horn was blaring.

I flung myself forward into Sirius’ laughing body.

“Shut up and drive...” I said.

He quirked an eyebrow, “With you in my lap?”

A small chortle escaped me, “Let me see your skill.”

And off we went, his head looking over my shoulder, me hovering over his waist again so he could manage his legs. It was all very amusing