Every Which Way

by Sasha White

  Bethany looked towards the front seat again. “Duke told me Ranger’s a Dom. Are all of you?”

  “I’m not,” Mac told her, “but the two up front are. Ranger’s more intense than Jonathan, but none of us are submissive. I’m not a Dom, but I certainly have a dominant personality, and no one’s ever accused me of being too vanilla.”

  Chapter Five

  Jonathan’s house was an older home, but Ranger had been right to call it big — five bedrooms and three full baths, though none of the rooms they walked her through downstairs appeared to be furnished.

  Not that she was looking at the décor, because Mac pressed her to the wall inside the front door the second she stepped in, his hand coming up under her shirt and landing on her breast, and she was suddenly swimming in a fog of arousal again.

  She heard Ranger say, “Bedroom,” as he walked up the steps, and Jonathan said, “Raggedy, wrap your legs around the big guy, let him carry you upstairs. We’ve waited this long for a bed, no need to stop twenty yards from the goal.”

  Mac’s hands went down, pulled her legs up, and one of his hands held her ass while the other pressed between her shoulders making sure she stayed put. Somehow, he kept kissing her as he carried her upstairs, and she was deposited on a king sized bed, flat on her back with her legs in the air.

  “I want those boots to stay on,” Ranger said, his shirt and shoes already off, his chest and abs perfectly sculpted so she wanted to lick the curves and twists of each individual muscle.

  She was wearing high heeled black leather boots. They hugged her calves and came to just below her knees, and Bethany lifted one foot towards Ranger and told him, “Fine as long as I’m on my back, but they torque my ankles in doggy.”

  “Mmmm. Not if your feet hang off the edge of the bed.”

  Jonathan pulled her skirt off as Mac removed her shirt, and they all looked at her matching panties and bra for a good five seconds before Jonathan said, “I vote we leave those on a little while, too.”

  As a massage therapist, Bethany had to wear scrubs at work. Long ago, she’d taken to wearing sexy, matching underwear, and these were purple silk with cream lace, and were amongst her top ten favorites. She didn’t have time to think much about her skivvies, though, because Jonathan’s lips crashed into hers as Mac pulled his shirt over his head and started kissing from the top of her boots, up her inner thighs, and towards the good stuff.

  She didn’t know how to react, who to respond to, and being out of control was about to freak her out when Ranger kneeled on the bed above her, pulled her arms towards him, and stroked them. The insides of her elbows were pointing up, so his fingers caressed the sensitive skin of her inner arms — from armpit, to the inside of her elbow, her inner forearm, wrist, and palm.

  “We have you,” Ranger told her, his voice calming, steady, deep. “For now, you don’t have to do anything. Just relax and accept us, let us make you feel good. Let us learn your body.”

  His words soothed her, and while she didn’t relax, her pre-freak-out stopped before it became a full-fledged panic.

  Mac was kissing her over the top of her panties now, and Jonathan had pulled a breast out of her bra, his tongue tormenting her nipple. She had her boots firmly planted on the bed, pushing her crotch shamelessly into Mac’s face while Ranger held her hands over her head. Bethany wasn’t sure why, but Ranger holding her arms felt safe, maybe because it took the pressure of having to do something for them away? Reminding her she only needed to let them pleasure her, for now?

  “I think our girl needs an orgasm, Mac,” said Ranger. “She’s thinking too hard. Why don’t we lose the panties?”

  Mac earned bonus points by being super gentle with them, as if they were sacred, but she only had a second to think about it before his tongue was on her clit and she moaned as her head tilted towards Ranger.

  He seemed to understand what she wanted, and moved to the side and leaned in to kiss her. As before, his kiss made it clear he was possessing her, and suddenly Bethany felt as if they were all trying to make her feel them more than the others — Mac at her pussy, Jonathan at her breasts, and Ranger at her mouth.

  Ranger seemed to know immediately, though, and he put his cheek against hers and said, “Sshhh, it’s okay. Feel what Mac’s doing to you? Where do you want his tongue? Don’t give him orders, but you can tell him what feels good, what’s working.”

  “Fingers,” she gasped. “Need more than tongue, he’s driving me fucking crazy!”

  “Mmmm, no fingers for you, today. If you’re ready to be filled it’ll be with someone’s cock.”

  Mac sucked her clit, and it was almost enough to send her over, but not quite, and she squeezed her eyes closed, pushed her hips up, and begged, “Please!”

  “Please what, Raggedy?” Jonathan asked as he worked on her breasts. “Tell us you want a cock in you, if you have a preference you can tell us, otherwise we’ll work it out. No pressure, it’s all good.”

  “Cock then, please!”

  It didn’t seem to take more than ten seconds for Ranger and Mac to undress and get into position. They both wore condoms, but Mac asked for her flavor preference and her blood ran even hotter as she realized she’d get to pleasure him orally, as he’d done her.

  They put her head near the edge of the bed, still on her back, and Ranger grabbed her boots at the ankles, held her feet up, and Bethany gasped and moaned as he pressed his beautiful cock into her pussy, spreading her, filling her, as his abs flexed beautifully above her.

  Mac held his cock at her mouth and ordered, “Lick, Bethany. I know Ranger’s sinking into you, but I want to feel your tongue.”

  Awash in a sea of bliss, she braced her hands on his hips, tilted her head back a little more, and took his cockhead into her mouth. He didn’t fuck her face, but let her control the depth and tempo with the grip she held on his hips.

  However, she kept losing focus, her attention on Ranger and his cock as it filled her over and over again — slow and steady for now, thank goodness, but each stroke was a delicious torture. Mac tickled her lips with the tips of his fingers to remind her, but there was too much going on and she worried she’d never find release.

  Eventually, she sucked just the head of Mac’s cock into her mouth and tortured the tip with her tongue. She could still enjoy Ranger’s cock moving in her pussy this way, and soon realized her squeals and moans were translating to Mac’s cock like a vibrator.

  Ranger alternated slow and fast, shallow and deep, and he changed up the angles. She sucked and licked Mac as her arousal changed, and could tell from Mac’s noises, he liked it.

  She gasped around the head of Mac’s cock as Jonathan’s mouth sealed around her right nipple, and Ranger said, “God, yes. She likes that, Jonathan. Love the way her cunt squeezes my dick.” He sped up a little, and said, “Okay Bethany, I’m going to make you come, now. Mac’s going to sink deeper in your mouth and let you suck, but you don’t have to do anything else, okay? Just feel what we’re doing. No work required.”

  Bethany nodded, thankful he knew why she hadn’t been able to come, and then there were no thoughts. Ranger hadn’t been going fast before, but now he was and he must have learned something with all of those changes in angles, because this time he ramped her up close and then shoved her over the edge into a screaming orgasm. She tried to keep Mac’s cock in her mouth, but gave up as her body thrashed and moved through the bliss storming through her system.

  Ranger waited until she started calming before he sped up even more, and then grunted as he came in the condom, deep inside her.

  No sooner than Ranger pulled out, Mac was on his back on the bed and Jonathan lifted her onto him, sitting her on Mac’s cock and then gently laying her forward. Mac’s arms came around her and he said, “You get a little bit of a rest now, I think Jonathan’s interested in your beautiful ass.”

  “I’m not a poet, but this ass could inspire me to take it up,” Jonathan said.

  “Oh, please,” she
told them, her voice drowsy. “None of you’ve given me cheesy lines to try to get me here. Don’t start with them now.”

  “Not a cheesy line,” Jonathan protested. “It’s true. I’ll go slow, but tell me if you need me to slow down more, okay?”

  “Yeah. Not a problem.”

  Ranger came back into the room, condom gone and still nude. He bent his face to hers, his lips briefly touched hers, then came back for a passionate, intimate, affectionate kiss. He pulled away enough to get eye contact, and asked, “You good?”

  Tired and sated, she was looking forward to more sex, and she nodded as she ground her hips around Mac’s cock. Mac’s moan vibrated through his chest to her cheek, and she said, “I am. Are you?”

  “It won’t always be like this. We’ll all want one-on-one time with you, too. We all lead busy schedules, but if you’re interested, I’m hoping this isn’t a one night thing.”

  “Dude,” Mac complained. “Do you mind? My cock’s buried in her sweet pussy. We can tell her how much we like her later.”

  “Stupid fuck,” Jonathan said from behind her. “She needs to know we like her now, too. No pressure, but she’s funny and smart on top of being smokin’ hot.” His hand touched both cheeks of her bottom and he said, “Okay, Raggedy, I’m all set back here. Sorry it took me a few minutes to get set up, I’ll try to be more prepared next time.”

  “S’okay,” she assured him. “I needed a little time to catch my breath, anyway.”

  He scratched his nails up the backs of her thighs, massaged her butt cheeks a minute, and then slowly spread them. “Mmmmm. In case you haven’t figured it out, I’m primarily a tits man, but I have a thing for asses, too, and yours is so perfectly perfect, I have no words.”

  She heard a glove going on, and then felt a slick finger at her bottom hole.

  He didn’t just stick it in, but massaged around it until she pushed up a little, practically begging him to go in.

  Ranger was lying beside her now, stretched out beside Mac. She opened her eyes and saw him watching her, and he grinned and said, “If you give us a chance to teach you, then a few months from now you’ll be a little sideways off Mac’s chest and will have my cock in your mouth, but I’m good with watching right now. Fair warning, though. I’m hoping to have your ass before the night’s done.”

  Jonathan slowly worked her back up until she couldn’t keep her hips still as she ground on Mac below her.

  Bethany lifted her torso to watch Mac, his eyes closed and his breathing ragged, and she wished she were tall enough to kiss him, but no way could she reach. She touched his jaw with her fingers, and he opened his eyes.

  “You’re amazing,” he told her. “So reactive, so free, uninhibited. I don’t have to ask if you like your ass played with, I can tell exactly what it’s doing to you. I feel every twitch and spasm of your pussy, and it’s taking every ounce of control I have to keep from flipping you over and pounding you into the mattress, but I like this too much to bring it to an end.”

  “Well,” Jonathan said from behind her, “as much as I’ve enjoyed playing with her ass, it’s ready to be fucked.” Bethany heard him taking the glove off, saw it sail through the air in the general direction of the bathroom, and heard a condom wrapper.

  She rested her torso on Mac’s muscled chest once again, suddenly nervous at the prospect of her first double penetration.

  Mac’s arms wrapped around her. “We have you. You’re comfortable, right?”

  She kept her face on his chest, eyes closed, and nodded.

  “It’ll be good, and if for some bizarre reason it isn’t, we’ll stop and do something else,” Jonathan assured her from behind, his cock touching her asshole. “Move on Mac’s cock. I know you’re rubbing your clit against him, is the angle right for it to hit the spot when you grind, or do we need to get Mac’s hand down there?”

  Bethany sighed and said, “Honestly? I think I just need you to shut up and fuck me.”

  Jonathan took her at her word, and pressed in with one long, slow push until he met too much resistance, and he pulled almost all the way out and pushed in again.

  Bethany started saying, “Oh, god,” repeatedly. She heard herself, knew it was repetitive, but couldn’t stop. Her mouth was on autopilot and her senses were so overwhelmed she had no control over anything. She thought she’d been used to Mac’s girth and length, but Jonathan inside of her as well made Mac feel even larger.

  When Jonathan finally made it all the way in and stopped, no one was moving, but an orgasm slammed into Bethany from out of the blue, and she writhed and screamed between the two men, who held her until it waned, and then Jonathan started moving.

  Now, she was saying, “Oh, fuck,” over and over. Ranger sat up and took her mouth, kissed her quiet for several long minutes, and then said, “You’re good, babe. Now, rest your head on Mac’s chest again, because if I’m not mistaken, he’s about to let loose of some of his control.”

  “God yes,” Mac growled from below her. “Bethany, if what I’m doing is too much you have to tell me, okay?”

  “I’ll keep an eye on her,” Ranger told Mac. “Have at it, dude. If it’s too much for her I’ll let you know.”

  Mac’s arms came up her back, his hands looped over her shoulders, gripped them, and his knees rose to give him leverage to fuck her from below.

  His hips were like a damned jackhammer, and at first Bethany wasn’t sure she could handle it, but a dozen seconds in, it started working for her and she hopelessly fought his arms and tried to sit up even though the last thing she wanted was for this to stop. Jonathan went into her ass and held until he picked up on Mac’s rhythm, and then she had both of them going the same speed – Mac pulling out as Jonathan entered.

  Bethany literally didn’t know whether she was coming or going, her brain and body a writhing mass of sensations, of ecstasy, and the most decadent pleasure beyond anything she’d ever imagined. When Mac bellowed his release below her, Jonathan sped up, and thirty seconds later she felt his cock jerking in her now oversensitive ass as he emptied into the condom.

  Chapter Six

  The luscious woman draped over him thought she was done, and this was one of Mac’s favorite parts of ménage — working her back up, over and over until she thought she’d die if she had another orgasm. If Ranger worked her back up, it would be with elements of BDSM. However, Mac would fondle and caress her, convince her she wanted it, and have her so fucking horny she begged for his cock again, even though she was sore and tired and had sworn five minutes before there was no way she could go again.

  His wolf had approved of the entire evening, and Mac hadn’t had to control his inner animal because he’d placated it. His wolf needed to be in control, but as long as the human was doing a good enough job, the wolf was usually satisfied.

  Mac had jacked off plenty since being turned into a werewolf. At first, he lost control and got all furry as he came. Eventually, he’d managed to stay human, and in the past two weeks had been able to enjoy his orgasms without having to fight for control. Tonight, the wolf was happy.

  He was about to sit to the side and watch, though. As a voyeur, watching while he took a break was another of his favorite parts of ménage. He hoped the wolf understood.

  Ranger lifted Bethany and pulled her into his lap. He positioned her legs around his hips, and she moaned in protest and rested her head on his shoulder as she mumbled, “Sleep now. God, ya’ll wore me out.”

  “Mmmmm,” Ranger said with a smile. “Not yet, but you will be. We aren’t quite done with you, babe.”

  “Don’t like babe,” she told him sleepily.

  “How about doll?” he said with a chuckle.

  “Worse,” she informed him, still mumbling.

  “Beautiful?”

  “Maybe. Keep trying.”

  Mac moved to the headboard, leaned against it, and watched as Jonathan kissed her neck from behind and asked, “How about Raggedy?’

  “The only reason you still h
ave your nuts is you have red hair, too.”

  “She didn’t seem to mind fiery little vixen, though she had a problem with me calling her my fiery little vixen,” Mac told them.

  “Hmmm, how about being our fiery little vixen?” Ranger asked as he nuzzled the other side of her neck.

  “I kinda like belonging to all of you. This evening, anyway. Jury’s still out on whether it’ll work longer than tonight.”

  Mac saw Ranger’s hand at her breast, noted Bethany’s hips making micro-movements, and grinned to himself. Unfortunately, his wolf took this moment to become unhappy, and he had to work to soothe the beast. He stroked his cock and sent an image of watching, but the animal in his soul shot him a mental snapshot of how it’d felt to be inside her, and was clear of his preference. Mac closed his eyes and thought of how a pack worked, everyone taking turns. He’d had one of the first shots at her, it was time to let his packmates have a shot. The wolf saw Ranger as dominant, so for now, this worked.

  When Mac opened his eyes, Ranger was looking at him as he worked on Bethany. He’d felt the shift in Mac’s energy, and was concerned. Mac gave him what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He wasn’t close to turning, and he’d leave the room if he felt he might lose control.

  Chapter Seven

  Bethany awoke hot and smothered between the two men. When they’d finally let her sleep, Mac had volunteered to sleep in another room, as the king sized bed barely fit three of them.

  She maneuvered out from under Jonathan’s arm and Ranger’s leg, telling them she needed to use the bathroom when they roused.

  However, when she finished in the bathroom and looked at the space between the two sleeping men, she went into the hallway in search of Mac’s room.

  He moaned and welcomed her into his arms when she crawled into bed, though she didn’t think he awoke entirely, which was more than fine with her. She wasn’t up for middle-of-the-night sex right now.