Shifting Michelle's Boundaries (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (15 page)

He yanked the window open, then pulled his phone from his back pocket and connected his handsfree kit to it. If Jack rang he would answer it with a paw and just listen. He took a sniff of the air as he stripped off. There were no shifters around yet. He placed his clothes on top of the fridge—the cleanest spot in the place—then dropped to all fours and let out a long breath before shifting.

The change came on hard and fast, as it often did around a full moon, and within seconds he was taking his first breath as a wolf. It was like emerging from underwater. The light was brighter, the scents stronger, the sounds louder. Urges to run, play, and fight flooded his mind.
Later. There’s work to do.

He sat, his tail swishing lazily behind him, and waited.

Michelle leant over to the side in the desk chair so that Jack could lean over her and type on the keyboard as he hunted down a missing file. She tried hard not to kiss his neck, then remembered that she could do whatever she wanted. She was dating him, after all.

“Hey! I’m working here.” He grinned as he typed. “Ah, there we go.”

As he straightened again he paused to return her neck kiss with one of his own, his lips grazing her neck so lightly that it felt more like a light breeze than a kiss.

Focus.
She read through the file Jack had found for her. It was a guide to setting up as self-employed. She knew most of it already, but it helped to clear up a few questions she’d had. She sipped at her Jack-made coffee as she read.

“Mm, you know how to make coffee.”

“What can I say,” he said from the nearby sofa. “I’m fabulous.”

They were both sitting in Jack’s bedroom-office, since Jack’s computer was a desktop model and not portable. The room was done up like a typical bachelor pad. Big TV on one wall, several old school consoles underneath it, and a stack of DVDs. The opposite wall was a little different, though, in that it held a large longbow, complete with an ornate quiver just to the side.

“You use that?” she said, gesturing to the bow with her free hand.

“I do. Never liked guns much. Too noisy and smelly.”

She swiveled in the chair to face him. “True. My dad used to hunt with rifles. I went out with him a few times, but the shooting always annoyed me. One shot and everything else ran, too.”

“That’s the beauty of a bow,” Jack said. “It’s nearly silent, and if I miss the only animal I spook is the one I was aiming for. Though these days I’m more into target shooting. Why kill a deer and go through all the hassle of skinning and preparing it when I can get a couple of steaks for ten dollars?”

“Very true indeed. I’ve never used a bow. Hard to learn?”

He shrugged. “Not really. Harder to be accurate, since you have to allow for more variables before letting the arrow go, but it’s all just practice.”

“Maybe you could give me some pointers sometime.”

“Sure.” He stretched out on the sofa. “Though not right now. I’m comfy.”

Michelle laughed. “You are quite the sedate individual, aren’t you.”

He nodded. “Guilty as charged. I’m happiest when I’m doing nothing.”

“I think you must have been a cat in a past life.”

Jack grinned. “Maybe. Not that I can’t be energetic when I set my mind to it. As you know now.”

“Oh, I’m well aware.” She turned back to the screen. “But if we start talking about that, I’ll never get the rest of my studying done.”

“Fair enough. I’ll just be over here, should you need me, or change your mind.”

She smirked, but didn’t turn back. She had reading to do, damn it. Most of the stuff seemed simple enough, though, and she’d printed out a few things for later reading when she was bored. Still, there were a few—

The sound of a zip lowering came from behind her, derailing her train of thought spectacularly. In the reflection of the screen, she could see Jack laid back on his couch, his cock in his hand.
Oh, jeez.
He stroked himself slowly, pulling his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead as he became fully erect.

Michelle bit her lip. He was too much! Here she was, trying to read about how to file her taxes, and he was stroking his shaft, a nonchalant expression on his face.

“You bastard,” she said as she spun in the chair, trying not to smile. “I’m trying to work!”

“I’m not stopping you. I’m just lying here, minding my business.” He scratched his stubbly chin. “Though if you wanted to unbutton your blouse a little, that’d be super.”

She bit her lip. “This is my livelihood I’m planning here.”

“Oh, definitely,” he said, his hand not stopping its work on his shaft. “Though, of course, you already know most of it…And what you don’t know would only take a few minutes to get your head around…”

She harrumphed at him and again turned back to the monitor and tried to focus on the words on the screen. It wasn’t happening. In the background she could hear the soft creaks of the chair as Jack jerked his cock, and it was making her pussy twinge. Already she was getting wet, and it was only going to get worse unless she did something about it.

She eyed the reflection of Jack again and tapped gently on the keyboard. There was no way she was getting anything more done tonight.

She turned on the chair one last time and stood, her hands on her hips. Slowly, Jack’s expression turned to a grin as she unfastened her pants and slid them down, along with her panties. She kicked them aside and walked over to the couch, putting a little wiggle in her hips as she did.

“You’re a bad man, Jack.”

“Oh, I know.” He reached under the cushion of the couch and pulled a condom out. “I’m a baaad, bad man.”

She laughed and shook her head, then snatched the condom wrapper from him. “Allow me.”

She ripped open the foil and pulled out the condom and placed the teat between her front teeth as she dropped to her knees. Her eyes on Jack, she lowered her mouth onto his cock and rolled the condom down using her lips. He was too big for her to manage getting it all the way on like that, so she finished the procedure with her hand before climbing onto the sofa, her legs either side of Jack’s hips.

“You’re a very talented woman, aren’t you,” he said.

“Oh, you have
no
idea.” She lowered herself down until the tip of his cock rubbed against her pussy lips, then held that position, rocking gently so his cockhead moved against her sensitive flesh. “I could make you scream.”

Jack reached out and put his hands on her hips. He didn’t push her down, instead he just followed her movements.

God, he felt good, and he wasn’t even inside her yet. She’d known the second she got into the car with him outside of work that this was where the night would lead. And why not? After all, she’d slept with Craig, and slept with Jack
and
Craig, but not Jack alone. Surely that was part of “getting to know him.”

Jack had a smug expression on his face.
The cat that got the cream.
She lowered herself ever so slightly, just to watch his face, but he kept his cool. His hands slid up her sides, stopping once they met her breasts, cupping them, encasing them with his warm palms. Still he didn’t change his expression. She wanted to see him shocked, but apparently she wouldn’t get her wish.
Unless…

She shifted forward, then lifted and lowered herself until his cockhead instead pushed against her ass. That did it. A moment of uncertainty, followed by hope. She pushed down a little, increasing the pressure against her asshole. It felt surprisingly good. She’d never so much as experimented with such things, but maybe that would have to change. For now, though, she was just going to tease the man.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she asked. “Hmm? You want to fuck my ass?”

“God yes.”

“I bet you do.” She lowered herself again, just enough that his cock began to push against her asshole.
Whoa.
That was a new feeling. She pulled away, almost too quickly. “I think that’s something we should do together, though.”

She meant with Craig, and was about to explain that when Jack nodded. “I agree. Not that I wouldn’t love it right this minute, of course.”

She slid back. “For now I guess you’ll have to settle for my tight, wet little pussy. You poor thing.”

Jack grinned. “Oh, that’s not settling. Believe me. That’s heaven.”

She grinned back and lowered herself onto his cock, letting it slip inside her. Yeesh, if her girlfriends’ insistences that anal was even better than regular were true, she didn’t know if she’d be able to handle it.

She sighed softly as Jack filled her pussy with his thick shaft, and pulled off a little way before sinking farther down onto him. It took a few delicious minutes before she was as far down as she could go. She rocked forward and down toward Jack. He slid his hands from her breasts as she changed position, instead grabbing her hips again as he leaned up to meet her lips.

They kissed as Michelle began to rock back and forth, Jack’s hands aiding her movement as his tongue slipped into her mouth. Slowly, they moved in synch on the sofa, the leather creaking beneath them.

Jack was different compared to the last time. Where last night he had started slow and worked his way up to intense, this time he stayed tender. He took his time, in no hurry whatsoever, and Michelle matched him. They didn’t speak, the only noise the sound of their breathing as they worked.

Time seemed to halt as they moved together. It was unimportant. They could have been going for minutes or hours.

“Well, you two seem to be getting on great.”

Michelle jumped in shock and turned her head to see Craig sitting on the desk chair, his legs crossed and a big smile on his face.

“How long have you been sitting there?”

“Only just came in. Don’t let me distract you, I just came in to say hi.”

“Uh, hi,” Michelle felt her cheeks start to color. “Did you want to join in?”

“No, you’re good as you are.” He smiled. “Though maybe later after I’ve showered, if you’re still in the mood.”

“Oh, I will be,” Jack said. “Now go away, you’re embarrassing the girl.”

Craig laughed and wandered out of the door, closing it behind him. Michelle turned back to Jack, who kissed her on the neck.

“You’ll get used to it. Trust me.”

“I’m sure. It’s just weird at the moment, is all.”

“I’m sure. Uh, Michelle?”

“Yeah?”

“You stopped.”

Michelle looked down and realized she had indeed stopped moving. She laughed and resumed her motions. “Sorry. Where were we?”

* * * *

Craig relaxed on the sofa and flicked the TV on. Jack and Michelle would probably be a while yet, and he had no intention of breaking up their fun.

He sat back and smiled as a moan escaped the bedroom. He’d known as soon as he’d suggested that the two spend time together that this would happen. Hell, he’d banked on it. No better way to get to know somebody than to be intimate with them.

The time spent in the slum earlier had been somewhat beneficial. It almost made up for all the showers he’d need to clear the smell of piss and mold from his nose.

He’d waited for an hour before the first shifters arrived. They’d come one by one, from both directions, and converged on the steps of the church while they waited for the rest to appear. Once a blond man appeared, no doubt the one Jack referred to as Blondey, they headed inside.

As soon as the doors had closed, Craig’s job got tougher, but since he was only observing in case they headed off en masse, it wasn’t the end of the world that he couldn’t tell what they were doing in there.

After another hour or so, they all began to leave again. Alcohol was in the air, along with blood. They had apparently been fighting amongst themselves. Perhaps the new pack was trying to arrange its hierarchy. The group seemed happy enough, so whatever had been decided was at least agreeable. Craig had watched them go their separate ways before shifting back to human form and heading home again.

He looked up as Jack’s bedroom door opened. The two padded out, now dressed again, and dropped onto the sofa on either side of him. The smell of sex and sweat was strong, but it beat what he’d been smelling for the earlier part of the night.

“Have fun?” he asked.

Michelle colored, but nodded. “Definitely. This whole ‘two lovers’ thing is taking some getting used to, though.”

“You’re doing just fine,” Jack said. “How’d the meeting go, Craig?”

Craig shrugged. “It was fine. Nothing particularly interesting.”

“What about that blond douche? He give you any trouble?”

“Nah. He was there, but he behaved. Doubt he even realized I was there.” He smiled at Michelle. “There’s this guy at work. Huge tool.”

Michelle rolled her eyes. “There’s always one.”

In this case, there are about a dozen.
He flicked the TV on. Jack would have got the gist—it was hardly the most complex attempt at a coded conversation—and they didn’t need to concern Tate with anything just yet. The evening had, however, gotten Craig thinking about Michelle.