Monsters and Shifters and Men, Oh My! Paranormal Menage and Multiple Partner Romance Stories

by Giselle Renarde

  The store’s cordless phone rang—an unusual occurrence, since it wasn’t used for personal calls. It was for Jin, and by the time she’d pressed the red ‘end’ button her eyes were bloodshot.

  “We have to close. I have to go. We have to close.”

  Saada topped a peppermint cream hot chocolate with whipped topping and cocoa powder before turning to see how distraught Jin was trying not to be. Grasping at the serpent charm hanging around her neck, she asked the boss what was wrong.

  “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I have to go. We have to close.”

  “You can go, Jin,” Saada offered. “Leave us your keys. Toby and I can lock up.”

  Jin stared blankly at Saada, then right through Toby to the rain outside. “Okay.” She ran to grab her jacket and purse from the back. “Don’t forget to….” Looking straight at Saada, Jin nodded before rushing out the door.

  Weird. Normally Saada would jump at the chance to close up shop early. Toby didn’t get a chance to say anything before a smooth voice with a spicy accent addressed them from the corner of the café: “It is a shame about her husband.”

  It was The Regular.

  Toby glanced at Saada, whispering, “I didn’t know Jin was married.”

  “Whose husband, Q?” Saada asked, bold as brass.

  The Regular took another sip of black coffee. Setting the paper cup down on the table, he then ran a brown paper napkin across his thin black moustache. “Your manager—her husband has taken a turn for the worst. It is most unfortunate. You ought to behave very compassionately toward her in the coming weeks. It will be a hard time.”

  “Are you a friend of Jin’s?” Toby asked.

  He’d done it! He’d talked to The Regular without making a fool of himself!

  “I met Jin and her husband many years ago,” Q replied.

  “Here I thought Jin was just a big bitch.” Saada’s voice sounded very far away even though she was standing right next to him. “You never stop to think what other people are going through.”

  “Yeah.” Toby fixated on the mysterious man whose gaze was fixed on him. He wanted to squirm, to scratch his nose, to cover the smile breaking across his lips, but Q’s confident stare held him still.

  “Q?” Toby addressed the man in the corner, then realized he hadn’t planned what to say next. “Are you… do you…?”

  Saada came in with the save. “Can we get you another coffee? You should try the Sumatran blend, on the house of course.”

  Leaning back in his armchair, Q pressed together the pads of his fingers. “A most generous offer. It is unfortunate that I must depart.”

  “No!” Saada cried.

  “Don’t go!” Toby echoed. “I mean, stay! I mean… that’s not an order. I know you’re not a dog. I just mean you should hang out with Saada and me a little longer. We don’t get much excitement around here.”

  Rising from the purple chair, Q brought an antique pocket watch from his jacket and pressed the clasp. “I would be most inclined to stay, if it were not closing time.”

  “Closing time?” Saada asked, checking the clock on her cell phone. “This can’t be right. Jin left just after nine, and that was only a couple minutes ago.”

  Toby gave the café a quick once-over. “Wasn’t this place full of coffee-lushes just a second ago? Where did everybody go?”

  “They have all gone home, and so must I. It is late. I should leave you two to your lock-up activities.”

  Toby made a mad dash for the glass double doors. Q must have thought he was a total nutter, blocking the exit alongside his punk of a best friend. He had to redeem himself, somehow. He needed to say something that would make him seem a tad less… crazy.

  “You can stay,” Saada blurted before Toby could come up with anything. “It won’t bother us. You can have your second cup while we’re cleaning.”

  Q petted the stubble on his chin. “It would be my pleasure. But, please, let me be of service. Allow me to help you by clearing the tables.”

  Saada wouldn’t hear of it. “No, that’s our job. You sit down while Toby gets your coffee.” Glaring, she motioned madly for Toby to fetch a cup of Sumatran while she ingratiated herself on the arm of Q’s chair.

  “Why are you reading the personals?” she was asking him. “A hottie like you? I bet all you have to do is look at a guy and he strips naked and falls into your bed. I know I would, if you were looking at me.”

  Q replied, “Ah, but Saada, I am indeed looking at you, and yet you remain fully clothed.”

  Bringing Q’s hot coffee over to the table by the fire, Toby tried to ease himself into their conversation, but Saada threw him Jin’s keys and told him to lock the doors. The keys landed with a clink and a splash on the muddy faux-marble floor. What did Saada think she was doing? Toby’d been convinced she was trying to procure this delicious male for him, as a consolation prize after his break-up. And all along, she wanted Q for herself?

  Toby didn’t want to take his eyes off the pair, but he didn’t know how to lock the double doors from the inside. He had to go out in the downpour, lock up, then walk all the way to the rear entrance in the dark, with rain striking the back of his neck like ice pellets. The café had fallen into darkness, illuminated only by the gas fire.

  From the corner of the shop, Toby heard a weird noise. Before he could compute precisely what it was, he was running to its source, shouting, “Saada? What’s going on? Are you okay?”

  His drenched boots soaked the forest green apron strewn on the floor. The gold letters of her nametag glinted in the firelight. S-A-A-D-A. Her beige top was hanging from a wooden chair near the window and her familiar cargo pants had found their way under the coffee table.

  It was her bare ass he noticed first. That’s probably because she was waving it in the air as she straddled the guy to whom Toby was so drawn. He never imagined he’d be seeing Saada in this state, in this context. Well, maybe back when they first met, but then there was Mark, and then there was Simone, and Saada was always getting pushed to the side.

  Always at his side, though. Always there for him. She was his best friend, his closest friend. Even when he ignored her to get with Simone, she always understood. And there she was, kissing some other guy, some guy whose name she didn’t even know. Q? What the hell kind of a name was that?

  “Get your hands off Saada!” Toby cried.

  The dark hands cupping her luscious cheeks fell away as the pair on the purple velvet armchair stopped kissing to look up at him. Toby braced himself to be yelled at, or maybe to have shoes launched at his head. But Saada didn’t yell. She didn’t throw things, either. She simply looked up at him, his eyes wide as a calf’s. Then her amazement melted, transformed into understanding, alliance.

  “Jealous, Toby?” Saada turned to reveal a black bra overflowing with more cleavage than it could handle. Who knew that under that hideous green apron, she’d been hiding this beautiful pair of breasts?

  Mesmerized by the sight of dark lingerie kissing olive flesh, Toby could barely compute what she’d asked, let alone reply. “Huh?”

  Was it rude to be so fixated on his best friend’s tits? Even if she was half-naked and walking straight toward him?

  Because the floor was so wet, Saada’d slipped her feet into her heavy boots. Those and the studded collar around her neck starkly contrasted with beautiful lingerie embracing her tits and hugging her hips. She was spectacular, that girl. Why had he never noticed before? Maybe he was jealous after all. Not of Saada, but of Q. Maybe he didn’t want anyone else kissing the girl he cared so much about.

  Now Q was on his feet as well, his jacket abandoned on the chair, his deep red shirt unbuttoned midway to his navel. His pants were high and fitted, lending him the air of a tango dancer. Toby gaped at the sight of the thick protuberance reaching for freedom from the cage of fabric between Q’s thighs. As the pair approached, Toby got the distinct feeling of being a gazelle surrounded by two pumas ready to pounce. And why, exactly, was he backing away
?

  When his ass met the plate glass window, there was nowhere to go. Tall, Dark and Handsome towered over Saada, behind her but not touching her. She reached around Toby’s waist to untie his apron strings. Q’s expert fingers helped unbutton the standard-issue shirt while Saada worked blindly at his belt. She dropped his pants to the floor as Q tossed the top from his shoulders.

  There stood Toby, naked as a cherub under his forest green apron, bare ass pressed against the cold plate glass. Suddenly concerned somebody might see, he glanced upwards to see the hard rain pelting down, running in rivers and streams against the window. The glass was so cold against his ass it was a miracle his cock remained rock solid. Or maybe not such a miracle, what with two stunning people before him.

  Like a body with two gorgeous heads, they leaned in until they were so close the aroma of Saada’s coffee-scented skin combined with Q’s spicy cologne. Pulling the green apron up and over his head, she let it fall to the floor before pressing her tits against his undeserving chest. Toby tried to look, tried to stare down into the mysterious depths of Saada’s cleavage, but there was something in the way. No, two somethings.

  Two pairs of lips descended on his neck. Saada’s hot lips caressed that shadow of a curve while Q ran a scorching tongue all the way up to his ear, tugging on the lobe like a wild thing.

  Throwing his head back in utter delight, Toby launched a hand into Saada’s tightly-ponytailed hair as she sucked relentlessly. That was going to leave a serious mark! Soon, he was running wicked fingers through Q’s jet black hair as the mysterious man devoured his ear. Hadn’t this hair been soaking wet just a few minutes ago? How was it bone dry now? Where had the evening gone? It was like time had just disappeared.

  Suddenly, Saada was descending, descending, leaving a trail of wet kisses all the way along his chest, along his shuddering abdomen. When she dropped to her knees, Q twisted around to reveal a device of his own invention: clipped to the back of his belt was some version of a coin dispenser, but instead of doling out nickels and dimes, it dispensed condoms and lube. Toby would have laughed at the gadget had the atmosphere not been so sexually charged.

  “Would you care for a mint-flavored condom, Saada?” Q inquired. His best friend’s name had never sounded so beautiful as when spoken by that smooth, deep voice.

  “Thank you, Q.” She accepted it with the grace of a queen. As she tore the wrapper with her teeth, Toby’s cock throbbed.

  Sliding the smooth latex down his solid shaft, Saada pressed her lips to his sheathed cockhead.

  Q had grabbed hold of Toby’s wrists, stringing them up above his head against the windowpane. Intense amethyst eyes gazed straight into Toby’s soul as Saada’s silky-warm mouth enveloped his straining cock. The pure pleasure of being both restrained and sucked caused him to leap forward of his own volition. Q’s lean face was closer than ever, his breath hot and heavy, his massive erection veiled by cruel fabric pressing against Toby’s core.

  Toby’s cock felt enormous between the beautiful, moist lips of the lovely punk. She sucked him masterfully, cupping his balls in one hand while she jerked on his rigid shaft with the other. He wanted so badly to see her, to observe this action, but Q was moving in, his dark aura enrapturing Toby, making his mind feel foggy and distant.

  That dark grotto of Q’s mouth summoned Toby’s to open wide. Like the black Sumatran coffee he’d sipped, his taste was sensual and deep. His tongue forced itself upon Toby’s, offering no surrender, no escape. Toby was dying to feel Q’s chest against his own, but with his hands pinned against the glass, there was nothing he could do about that. Nothing he could do but thrust his cock deeper and deeper into Saada’s receptive mouth. Oh, the warmth of that silken room…

  All at once, the two of them fell away and Toby was left standing naked against the plate glass, his jeans around his ankles. Where were they going? Why had they forsaken him?

  Like some urban version of a quick-draw cowboy, Q unzipped his fly with one hand, snatching a condom from the dispenser with the other. Reaching into his pants, he pulled out the thickest slab of meat Toby had ever laid eyes on and wrapped it in purple latex.

  In the deep velvet chair by the fire, Q set himself down, welcoming visitors by slathering his cock in lube.

  When Toby made no move, Saada grabbed him by the curvy cock and dragged him to the purple chair, to the fully-dressed man whose penis protruded from his pants like a tree sprouting through concrete. Softly, sweetly, she pressed her lips to his. It wasn’t the kind of a kiss Toby expected from a punk. It was sort of… well, sort of nice.

  Then, Saada pushed Toby backwards, lowering him onto the mysteriously masculine form in the purple chair. A slippery finger greased his hole, rubbing it with lube, massaging his ass with loving care. His hole grasped and gaped, crying out to be stuffed. Toby brought his legs up to kneel on the velvet chair. When Q’s stiff dick found his ass, the man traced circles around it.

  Pressing down, Toby let his ass ring envelop that bulging cockhead little by little, until Q’s sheathed tip was held prisoner inside his clenching hole. When Saada slid her hands all the way down to his surging cock, Toby’s balls quaked. How did he manage not to? He couldn’t figure it out.

  As his dearest friend pumped his shaft, her tits bounced in their bra. He urged a bit more of Q’s dick into his ass. That’s when Saada leaned in to kiss him again, harder this time, with the force he’d expected before. She was an incredible kisser. The way she kissed made him want to do back flips, but for the moment he settled for lowering his body a little further down Q’s rigid shaft.

  All the lube let Toby slide easily down, like a well-greased stripper pole. Saada climbed atop their arrangement, letting her black bra and panties fly across the café. Her tits poured onto Toby’s chest, her nipples dark and hard. Grasping those beautiful breasts, he brought them to his mouth and traced his tongue around them. Her tits were soft, malleable, warm as hell, culminating in tweaked peaks. He sucked them until she threw back her head and moaned deeply.

  Toby was so turned on by Saada’s reaction that his ass ring loosened the grasp it had on Q’s cock. The mysterious guy bucked with metronomic control, firm hands grasping Toby’s thighs. Oh, his ass was glowing with friction by the time Saada guided his mint-sheathed cock into her hot pussy.

  This was crazy! This was totally nuts! There he was at work, surrounded by glass windows, with a stranger’s cock up his ass, getting fucked by his beautiful best friend. In what world did stuff like this happen?

  With no room to set her long limbs, Saada spread her legs wide open so each of her knees clung to the arms of the velvet chair. She didn’t thrust. She didn’t move. She didn’t have to. Q’s increasingly frenzied pumping drove Toby’s cock up and into Saada’s scorching cunt. She pulled her dark hair from its binding elastic, letting the waves fall over her shoulders. Leaning back to toss it about, she inadvertently – or maybe not – shoved her bountiful tits in his face.

  Toby’s cock surged. His clenching muscles made the heat in his ass all the more palpable. Wrapping Saada in his arms, he plunged his nose between her luscious breasts, taking in the sweet aroma of her skin.

  Seizing hold of his flopsy hair, Saada kissed Toby with stellar intensity. Without even moving her body, she somehow managed to clamp her pussy muscles down on his cock, milking him while she sucked his tongue.

  Oh, there wasn’t much more he could take of this. They’d seemed constrained before, but there was suddenly more space in the chair. Wrapping Toby in the searing warmth of her arms, Saada leaned in close. Toby found the strength to lean Saada back while her legs clung to the armchair for support. She leaned back and back and back, until her head was upside-down and her hands met the floor. The landscape of her body made Toby feel like more than a man, like his cock was so huge it might sprout through her belly button.

  He gripped her around the waist, bouncing her body on his, forcing her to ride him hard and fast. Her heavy tits bounced like water balloons. As
the rigid cock beneath him plowed Toby’s hole, Saada cried out with abandon in a language he didn’t recognize. Her hot cunt was a vice, ever-tightening its grip on his dick.

  Oh, this was it. This had to be it! That familiar warmth spread from his ass to his thighs, clutching hold of his balls. Yeah, this was it. No holding back. Toby thrust into Saada’s warm pussy, grasping her olive cheeks until his whole body went into spasm. Come raced through his shaft like fireworks as he clamped down on the smooth cock in his ass, issuing a few more involuntary thrusts.

  Toby pulled Saada right-side-up and into a grateful hug. He stayed like that, straining in the warmth of Saada’s beautiful body, for hours, or minutes, or maybe only seconds. Hard to say.

  She kissed his cheek, his neck, his shoulder, before her whole body froze. She glared over Toby’s shoulder like she’d seen a ghost. Her jaw fell wide open. “What the hell?”

  “What’s wrong?” Toby asked.

  “Where’s Q? What happened to him?”

  “What do you mean, where’s Q?” Toby laughed. “His cock’s shoved halfway up my ass!”

  That’s when Toby realized his back was touching velvet. He looked to his sides, in search of Q’s hands, Q’s fitted pants, Q’s…anything! But there was nothing left of the mysterious stranger. Except….

  “What the hell is in my ass?” Toby cried, jumping from the armchair as Saada hopped from his lap.

  “Omigod, omigod, omigod!” she shrieked, shaking out her hands and running in place fully naked.

  “Take it out!” he hollered, bending over the coffee table.

  “You take it out! It’s in your ass!”

  “PLEASE?”

  He let his head collapse into his hands, elbows perched on the coffee table. He couldn’t watch. What if it was… who knows?