Authors: Celeste Anwar
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he said when he pulled back to look up at her, his eyes slumberous with lust. “I can’t drink enough of your sweetness.”
His low, rumbling voice made her shiver as well as his words.
She brought a hand up to grasp his silky hair and trapped him on her cunt. Seeing his blond head between her dark thighs made her so horny, she thought she’d die. She ground herself against his face to his satisfaction.
He lapped at her like a greedy dog, licking and sucking, pushing his fingers in and out of her tight hole while he tortured her small clit. His suckling mouth had it throbbing in time with her heart, maybe faster. Tremors of pleasure rocketed through her center, leaving her weak and begging for more.
“I need your dick inside me, Jake. I want it so bad,” she whispered.
He stood with a grin, swiping a hand over his mouth to remove the mess he’d made of his face. Just seeing the satisfied look in his eyes made her cream herself more. The sloppier she got, the happier it seemed to make him.
He was a beast, and she liked it.
Jake pushed between her legs, propping them around his hips as he grasped his thick cock and nudged her tiny hole. She looked down, gratified to see the stark contrast of his pinkish purple cock against the dark lips of her sex. She was glad now she kept it trimmed up for an occasion such as this.
Her pussy burned for fulfillment, to be stretched to the limits. Jake didn’t disappoint her. When his thick cockhead pushed into her slick vagina, she thought she’d melt into the counter. Her ass tightened, her cunt clenching and grasping for more. Desperate, she tightened her legs on him, drawing him inside. She wanted it all and she wanted it now. She didn’t want gentle loving.
“Fuck me hard, Jake,” she begged, scratching at his arms, undulating her body to entice him more.
“I like the way you rock yourself,” he ground out. “Do that move again,” he said, watching as she rolled her stomach and hips, letting him sink in just a little further.
“That’s so hot,” he murmured, his arms shaking with the need for control.
His control broke in that moment, and he slammed into her, full tilt. She couldn’t hold back the cry that erupted from her throat when he stroked past her g-spot and hit bottom.
She leaned up and bit his shoulder, grinding against him, fucking him the way she wanted him to fuck her. Gone was the innocent little friendship between them. Years of unrequited, pent-up lust had left her too horny to pretend to be anything else but insatiable for him.
Jake groaned into her neck, grabbing two handfuls of ass as he lifted her off the counter and brought her down, full weight on his cock. His arms tensed as he pulled her up and down, fucking her like a man possessed.
Her veins hummed with energy, strumming with the heat whispering between them. She sucked on his neck as he stroked her powerfully, driving into her again and again. His strength, his hands made her tremble. Her pussy milked his cock with every thrust, until the tension built up between them to an unbearable level. The grinding of his pubic bone into her already swollen clit, the rub against her g-spot, was too much.
Ecstasy, blinding and hot, poured through her like a sieve, touching every nerve in a coursing wave of heat. Her toes curled, her legs tightened, her fingers dug into him. She didn’t know or care if she hurt him, she just had to ride him until every satisfied drop of pleasure had been wrung from her body.
Jake groaned, pushing her ass on the counter as he pumped into her, pouring his come deep within her womb until he was too spent to support her a moment longer.
Their breathing was ragged and loud, and she swore she could hear his heart pounding in time with her own.
“That was unbelievable,” she murmured, kissing his temple. With her eyes opened, she could see Brent leaning against the door jam, watching them, his cock hard and tenting his boxers.
“I’ll say. Is there any left for me?” Brent asked.
Chapter Six
Lizzy got down off the counter and strolled to Brent, still naked. She didn’t have anything to be ashamed of, and it felt freeing to let herself go around them. Even though they’d only just become lovers, she’d been comfortable around them for as long as she could remember. Taking it to the next level had taken a big enough chunk out of her life. She was ready and eager for more and tired of waiting and playing games.
“I need you to clean me up,” she said, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom. Wordlessly, he allowed her to lead him away by the hand.
In the bathroom, Brent just watched her, wary. Finally, he said, “What’s changed since last night? I thought you were pissed at both of us.”
“Jake’s got a way of explaining things that makes it all right,” she said, looking back at him as she adjusted the water to the right temperature.
When it was to her satisfaction, she crawled inside, looking at Brent with expectation. “You coming?”
He didn’t have to be asked twice. He shirked off his underwear and joined her inside, filling the space with his big, muscular body. Lizzy admired the way his tanned skin was accentuated by the shower streaming over him, the steam making his dark hair cling to his forehead. His eyes entranced her, looking at her filled with the promise of lust and pleasure.
The hot water coursed over their bodies, making their skin glisten. It was all she could do not to sensuously rub herself against his naked flesh and jump the gun. Eager as she was, she didn’t want him getting the idea that she was out of control for him. Even if that’s exactly what she was.
“How’s this work?” he asked.
“You wash me, I wash you,” she said, grinning.
He returned her smile. “That’s not what I meant. I mean, us? All of us?” he said, rubbing soap over her arms. He moved in circles around her breasts, stimulating her nipples with his teasing strokes and slipping along her slick skin.
She liked him bathing her, liked it even more when he went between her legs and rubbed her bare cleft, spreading her lips with precision to cup her clit. He circled the nub, slipping in the soapy water, watching her face with intense eyes to see if she liked what he was doing to her.
She moaned, grabbing his cock and stroking him slowly, watching his member engorge and lengthen in her hand. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, is it going to be the three of us? Are we going to try to make this work out with all of us, or are you trying to decide if it’s one or the other?” He moved to suck her earlobe into his mouth, still rubbing and working her pussy.
Lizzy slid her hands against him, rubbing soap down and around his back and buttocks., letting his erection dig into her belly. It was really long and she couldn’t wait to feel it inside her again, to be just his for this moment. “If you want to share and make this work, I’m game,” she said, breathlessly excited.
She looked up at him, breaking the suction of his mouth. “I’ve wanted this for so long. I can’t imagine not being with both of you at the same time. Especially since it seems you can both … share.”
He rubbed her ass with slippery palms, ramping up her arousal. “I’m not greedy. I don’t mind sharing you with Jake. We’ve shared a friendship for years. We’re not little boys anymore,” he said with a grin, pushing her against the shower wall and pressing his cock against her slit.
“No, you’re certainly not. Not little anymore,” she said, breaking into a groan when his hard cock rubbed her hidden nub.
They moved, allowing the water to stream down their sides while he trailed kisses down her body. He nuzzled her slick breasts, nipping at her nipples, then went lower. On the shower floor, he knelt, and hiked one of her legs up to shield him from the warm stream. He spread her dark lips with his fingers, nuzzling her pussy with his nose.
The moment his lips replaced it, she felt like melting down the drain. She gripped his shoulders, moaning as he nibbled and sucked her clit into a hard nub of intense pleasure. She could feel herself getting wetter, and when he moved to dip lower, to rub his tongue against first her vagina hole and then her puckered anus, she nearly collapsed under the strange, exciting sensation.
He groaned into her ass, digging his fingers into her backside to spread her as far apart as he could. The smacking sounds he made down there, the erotic vision of his face between her legs…. It was too much.
She cried out when he speared his tongue into her ass, tickling her and arousing her more than she thought possible. She felt her cunt gush on a spasm of pleasure.
“Oh god,” she keened. “Your mouth feels so good. Fuck me with your tongue,” she begged.
Brent obliged, stabbing her with his hot, wet tongue, making her cream herself and grind into his face. She couldn’t worry about allowing him air just now—he was on his own. There was only the pleasure his mouth evoked on her sensitive flesh.
When she was almost to the point of coming, he stood and resumed his position between her thighs. He hiked one knee up, gripping her thigh with tense fingers as he pushed himself deep within her sopping cunt.
Lizzy screamed when he hit bottom, digging her nails into his back. His hand was suddenly behind the crown of her head, pulling her head back. The sting in her scalp did nothing but accentuate the lovely, painful dig of his cock deep at her cervix. She cried out, grinding and rolling her pussy against him, riding his dick as if her life depended upon it.
The orgasm she’d had with Jake earlier left her more sensitive now. She reached orgasm before she’d had a chance to really enjoy herself with Brent, but it seemed he was nowhere near his own. Her cunt milked him, clenching and unclenching as she came, and then she found herself building up towards another. Tension seeped into her, gripping her hard. Her pussy spasmed and tensed.
Brent pounded her, their flesh making wet smacking sounds in the shower. The sound of his ragged breathing turned her on. She could feel his heart pounding as he crushed himself against her chest.
“You’re better than I remembered, honey. I could never get enough of you,” he murmured hoarsely, driving her passion higher.
Incredibly, the tension knotting her pussy grew with his long, deep, powerful strokes. The piston movement drove her higher and higher, pushing her over the edge of sanity. Mindless, riveting heat assailed her from every pore, singing her nerves in a wash of fervor. She felt a burst inside as he came, igniting a firestorm of ecstasy within her that had her coming again, more intense this time than the last. That she’d come twice in one session had her mind reeling.
The tension gripping them both eased as their breathing and heartbeats regulated. Slowly, he allowed her foot to drop back to the floor, pulling himself out of her cunt with a soft smack. He leaned into her, his forehead pressed against hers, making her meet his passion-filled eyes.
She sighed, tilting up to kiss him softly. “Will it always be like this?”
“I hope so. I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time. I just never had the guts to come out and say it. It took Jake pushing me to do anything about it,” he said, then nibbled her lips, lazily stroking her arms and back.
The water was starting to turn cold, forcing them out of the shower. They got out and dried off, returning to the bedroom to get dressed. Lizzy fixed her hair and finally walked through the house, catching her guys in the living room talking.
“Well, what have you decided?” Jake asked her while Brent waited silently. They both looked at her expectantly.
Lizzy jumped onto the couch between them, resting her head on Jake, her bottom on Brent. “I say we make this work. I don’t want to lose you, either of you to some other bitch. Y’all … are … mine,” she said with conviction, giving them both a hard look that meant business.
“Good,” Brent said.
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” said Jake, smiling.
They all had a laugh at her possessiveness, and settled in for a long, wild ride.
The End
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The trio of great cats had watched and followed the outsider amongst the soldiers all week. The woman didn’t belong there, and it hadn’t taken them long to figure out the company had brought her in to capture the loose cats on the island. Obviously, they hadn’t apprised her of the full situation, or she wouldn’t have been attempting to catch her quarry by traditional means.
Armando Santiago paced the clearing. He and his cousin, Rafael Santiago, and their friend, Remy Guillaume, had escaped the facility together, working in unison to free as many of the shape-shifting cats as they could along the way. The distraction of so many escaping had worked to their advantage, but they’d all been trapped on the island together, and the facility had increased their manpower to the extent that none of the shifters had any hope of escaping their island prison. At least, not yet.