Suzanne’s tongue was warm, curious and determined. It slid into his mouth as if it was sure of its welcome, touched his without apology and wove around it. This time Owen groaned as he slanted his lips over hers, caught her hair between his fingers and held her still so he could sink into her sweet, salty taste. Her bare shoulder against his, the gentle, suckling sounds Tom made at her breasts made his balls ache with pleasure. She tasted good, smelled even better. The heat coming off her skin was feminine, sweet, and carried those hints of sun-warmed vanilla and cinnamon he remembered. When he ran his hand down her arm her softness made his breath still. Grinning like a demented high school kid who’d just discovered his father’s stash of girly magazines, Owen caressed her face, her hair then let his tongue plunder and devour.
She jerked, just a little, and Owen looked down her body. Saw one of those lush nipples being pinched between Tom’s fingers, saw the male’s tongue flick over the other, hard. Damn. He had to get himself some of that. But later. Now Owen drove his tongue back into her mouth, lapping up as much of Suzanne’s sweetness as he could, then began mouthing a path down her body, aiming for another kind of sweetness.
Navigating around Tom’s fervent fondling of her breasts, Owen dipped his tongue into her navel, wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted until her back was bowed off the bed. One flannel-pant-clad leg wrapped around his torso. He fucked her belly with harsh focus, sucked the surrounding skin into his mouth, bit her delicately while she made erotic little sounds of pleasure. The sting of her fingernails against his scalp made his cock even harder, especially when he realized she was taking pains to avoid the spot where he’d been hit. Looking up, Owen met Tom’s eyes. Tom’s mouth was still on her breast, Owen’s was on her belly. They grinned at each other then returned their focus to the woman straining between them.
It was an odd moment for Owen. He felt a connection with Tom that was as unfamiliar as it was comfortable. Maybe Cutler had been right? Maybe Tom was the soap to his and Suzanne’s oil and water. Not being big on emotions, Owen let the moment slide so he could get back to enjoying the beautiful body arching into his.
And she did have a beautiful body. Strong. Flexible. Soft and curvy in all the right places. Speaking of getting straight to business… Dipping his head to hide his grin, Owen mouthed the smooth skin below her navel, nudged the waistband of her sleeping pants out of the way then felt around for the knot holding them in place. When he located it he felt smugness shape his smile. He didn’t yank her pants off though. Owen knew the value of a good tease and he tugged on the tie with a gentle, steady pressure. Propping himself up on one elbow, he lifted his head so he could see her face over Tom. Passion made her eyes shimmer in the pale light and he grew jealous when her teeth tugged on that plump lower lip of hers. Lifting his arm so she could see, exaggerating the movement, he undid the neat bow holding her pants up. Her hand clutched Tom’s head and she trembled. Her other hand cupped Owen’s face, traced his jaw. When he kissed her palm, when he nuzzled his mouth into it, she trembled again.
Blinking, he looked away. The emotion on her face was making him uncomfortable. He wasn’t used to women looking at him like that. Wasn’t used to females looking at him like he was more than just a good lay, more than the sum of his parts. Owen was relieved when Tom blocked his view by kissing a path up her chest, mouthing her chin then kissing her until she moaned softly and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
As delicious as her mouth was, Owen had other oral pleasures in mind. With both hands he tugged on her flannel pants until they tangled around her legs. Pale, toned thighs tried to lift to him when he grazed them with his fingernails. He stared at her pussy, blew on it gently until she squirmed and twitched.
“Beautiful,” he murmured and pressed a light, lingering kiss to her mound. He wasn’t exaggerating. She was bare except for a narrow pelt of curls pointing the way to her cleft. Her hair was so pale the only reason he knew it was there was the light angled off it differently than off her skin. Lifting his head, he watched her abdomen clench as he slid her pants down and off.
Owen gritted his teeth to keep from grunting in discomfort. He’d leaned most of his weight on his knees and they wanted no part of it. Even a few hours sleep had tightened them up and they were barking like a son of a gun. A problem considering the circumstances but he was nothing if not creative. He could lie back and let her ride him but nobody mounted Owen Wells. Never had. Never would. He’d always been funny that way. Instead he curled up on his side—the one without the bruise—propped his weight on his elbow and kissed her knees, her thighs. She squirmed and tried to open her legs, which he found incredibly hot and rewarding. The pressure of his arm held her legs together. He liked the way she groaned in protest.
That feeble complaint made Tom lift his head. Owen watched the other were track Suzanne’s line of sight as she shot an annoyed glare in Owen’s direction. Grinning, Tom propped himself up on his elbow, cupped Suzanne’s breast in his hand and leaned back with the air of a man looking forward to a good show.
Hell, Suzanne Young naked was as good as a show could get.
Using his upper-body strength, Owen hoisted his chest over her thighs and lowered himself slowly. Her legs parted beneath his weight. When she looked at him with those passion-filled eyes he felt the warmth of her welcome. Knowing he couldn’t give that kind of emotion back, knowing it just wasn’t in him, Owen looked away and kissed the curve of her hipbone.
Concentrating on the pleasurable task at hand, concentrating on her pleasure, Owen reached back, took hold of her knees and lifted them so high her ass rolled up and off the bed. Groaning as his cock hardened fully, he inhaled, slowly and deliberately. Arousal tightened his balls as Suzanne’s scent rolled over his tongue. He smelled her heat, her need. She was young, healthy and strong. Tom reacted seconds after Owen did. His mouth opened and his eyes drifted shut. When his hips jerked forward Tom fumbled with his sweatpants, yanked them down around his knees and grabbed Suzanne’s hand. She lifted her head, captured his mouth with hers and wrapped those long, slender fingers around his cock.
Grinning, Owen looked down at her. His heartbeat stuttered. Diffused moonlight made the folds of her pussy lips shimmer. There was no need to see her though. His nose told him how aroused she was and he followed his nose to the source of her need. He licked her inner thighs, gathering up the sweet cream her body had spilled. Her taste reminded him of hot summer nights just before a thunderstorm—tangy, rich and complex. Owen swore he could feel ozone crackling in the air, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up.
Reverently, he bathed in her heat and need. Cheeks, lips and tongue slid over her labia, felt her tissues swell and part for him. Lifting his head, he stared at nothing, licked his lips and drank down her taste until he was drunk with it. When the taste faded he dropped his face back down to her cleft and worked his tongue furiously to gather up more.
She jumped and howled. The sensation was probably too much too soon but Owen tightened his grip on her knees, forcing her to accept his loving. Needing her to. After a moment her howls turned to sighs and groans as she twitched beneath him.
When he dragged his tongue over her clit she jumped again. He felt her thighs tense beneath his forearms and the bite of her fingernails but he held on and let his tongue flick against her. That tiny bundle of nerves quivered then pulsed, leaving what felt like a demented smile on his face. Owen played with her, licked up and down, side to side, learning what she liked best. Beneath his chin the mouth of her pussy flexed then released. Looking up, he saw her nipples tighten even more, saw the delicate muscles in her forearm clench as she stroked Tom’s cock in a rough, uneven rhythm.
Wanting more of her taste, he fucked her with his tongue, drawing out as much of her cream as he could reach. Her body wept more for him.
When he looked up again he saw Tom’s mouth pulling on her nipple, his cheeks working. Suzanne’s eyes were shut tight and her head rocked sideways into the pillow.
Seeing her near the height of her passion was about the most wondrous thing Owen had ever witnessed.
He licked at her with deliberation. Gathered up the juices that had spilled from the mouth of her pussy, gorged on her scent. He ran his tongue roughly over her swollen folds. Returning to her clit, he flicked his tongue side to side, fast and hard. Shook his head to add strength to his loving. Yes…she liked that. When she moaned he had to tamp down his satisfaction. Her thighs began to shake and he could just make out a flush of color spreading across her chest.
The mouth of her pussy flexed then convulsed. When her clit began to pulse, Suzanne whimpered, cried out, thrashed against the powerful hands holding her in place. When the bucking of her body eased Owen released her knees and slid up beside her. He grabbed his sweatpants and, without fanfare, yanked them down and dropped them onto the floor. She was so relaxed and pliable it took no effort to ease her onto her side, facing away from him. As if it had a mind of its own, his cock nuzzled her ass. Firm and resilient, her backside felt as hot as the rest of her. He snuggled close, lifted her leg up and over his then took hold of his shaft.
With his chest against her back he felt her gasp more than he heard it, felt the tremble spilling through her as he rubbed his cock head against her swollen folds, found the entrance to her core and pushed. Rocking forward, balancing his weight on his hip, Owen grunted as he squeezed inside her. He took hold of her leg again, raised it to make more room and pushed. His second grunt was louder than the first. Her pussy was as hot as he’d dreamed. It gripped him, flexed around him, snapped tight behind the cock head determined to burrow into her softness. Pulling back just a little made the next slide feel even better. She arched her back, making it easier to claim her. Owen kissed her shoulder in thanks, grazed her with his teeth but didn’t bite.
No. He would not bite this female. He wouldn’t bite any female. A claiming wasn’t in the cards for a wolf like him. Better to love her well in thanks for sharing her body, her sweetness, than to bind a female to someone who wouldn’t give her the life she deserved.
Shaking his head to clear it, Owen leaned back, bared his teeth as her pussy lips clung to him, then rocked his hips forward. He claimed another inch, laid his hand on her belly and pulled her into him until he sank in yet another inch.
She rocked into him in a discordant rhythm. Looking over her shoulder, he saw Tom’s hand on her breast, holding the tip still so he could rasp his teeth over it then lick away the sting with his tongue. Tom’s other hand was on her mound, his fingers pressed into her clit, drawing jerky, tight circles over it. She was rocking between the two males, gasping with pleasure.
With a grunt Owen drove his hips forward. He was deep inside her now, feeling tight rings of muscle grip him, ripple around him. The pleasure was so intense it almost hurt. With human women he always used a condom. Always. But with a female…and he could hardly remember the last time he’d been with a female…there was no need. Weres didn’t harbor most human diseases, let alone sexually transmitted ones. And if a female was in heat his nose would tell him. He’d forgotten how exquisite it felt to fuck without a condom, to feel all that slick heat wrapped around him, every ripple and tight slide, skin against skin. Fucking with a condom was like typing with gloves on. It got the job done but…
Beneath his hand the muscles in her belly clenched as she rolled between him and Tom. Rough and unfeminine knuckles scraped the underside of his cock and Owen froze.
Holy hell and back. No guy had ever touched his dick before. Owen looked over Suzanne’s shoulder, saw the furrow between Tom’s closed eyes, saw the male’s lips stretched around her breast as his cheeks hollowed. Nope, Owen was pretty sure the touch was accidental. Maybe inevitable, considering their proximity. The fingers rubbing Suzanne’s clit were jerking around some, in counterpoint to her hand riding Tom’s cock.
Owen saw her wrist flex as if she was tightening her grip. With a hiss and wearing a savage grin, Tom let go of her nipple and curled as if his abdominals had clenched. Again, Owen felt the rub and press of the backs of Tom’s fingers.
It made him uncomfortable and, in a weird, forbidden way, turned him on too. Huh. Maybe he wasn’t as uncomfortable as he’d thought. Maybe Tom was the soap that bound them together. With his hips still rocking and his rod still squeezing into that wet slice of heaven that was Deputy Sheriff Suzanne Young, Owen started to think he wouldn’t mind sharing the feeling. After all, indulging in the luxury of her pussy while Tom was making do with a hand job was just…selfish.
Leaning forward, Owen kissed the shell of her ear, licked it long and slow until she trembled and leaned into him. He withdrew from her sheath until just the head of his cock was inside, pumped into her with shallow, teasing strokes and held her hip in place when she tried to rock back into him. When she whimpered, he nuzzled her again.
“I want your ass.”
Suzanne stiffened against him. He might just have shocked the hell out of her but no, that sweet pussy juice suddenly trickling over his balls told him she was definitely intrigued. When Tom’s head came up into Owen’s field of vision he saw the glint of lust in the other male’s eyes. An un-PC grin quirked up the corners of Tom’s mouth.
To emphasize his point Owen squeezed Suzanne’s backside then sank his pole into her slowly enough to make her squirm. He hadn’t asked her if she’d care to indulge in anal sex with him. That wasn’t Owen’s style. He took charge no matter where he was or what he was doing. It wasn’t always a good thing but he couldn’t stop being who he was any more than he could change his eye color.
“You got any lube?” Owen asked Tom.
Tom jerked his head in the direction of the night table behind Owen. “Top drawer,” Tom said with undisguised lechery. Still peering over Suzanne’s shoulder, he watched Owen oil his member then apply liberal dabs to the head. Obligingly, Tom took hold of Suzanne’s leg, angled it up so high it hovered over her shoulder. After he tucked her knee into the crook of his arm he reached behind her to grip her butt cheek and tug until she was fully exposed.
“Thanks,” Owen said as he smeared lube over her ass and teased her opening by rimming it with his forefinger then pushed gently.
“Any time, buddy. Any time.” Tom stopped talking when he leaned over Suzanne and sank his tongue into her mouth.
Still levered up on one elbow, Owen paused as he watched them kiss, listened to the muffled, desperate sounds they made, felt her much smaller body tense then tremble as she shifted her weight forward and back.
He pushed his finger in a little deeper, paused then withdrew. “Oh yeah, baby,” he growled. “Your pussy’s pure heaven but this ass of yours, hmm…” Letting his voice trail off, he kissed her shoulder, dragged the smooth front of his teeth across her. “You’re going to make me insane.” Leaning back again, he watched his finger move in her. It would have been better with the lights on but he could still see well enough. Maybe sometime they could do this again in daylight. The thought of the three of them being together again was so appealing, Owen felt his unease rise like before. That didn’t stop him from enjoying the moment though. He added a second finger to the first, nudged Tom’s hand so the other were would spread her ass more and turned his wrist slowly as he sank into her.
Suzanne hissed against Tom’s mouth at the same time as she started trembling. Owen stopped, giving her time to protest. She didn’t. Instead she rolled her hips gently, like she was making herself more comfortable. When she moved her ass shifted around his fingers, gripped tighter then eased. He started trembling right along with her. Again he kissed her shoulder, felt the subtle rocking of her torso against his chest as she moved between him and Tom. Smelled the heat of her arousal bleeding from her pores.
So hard now he ached, Owen scissored his fingers, stretched her carefully but deliberately, moved his mouth over the back of her neck and with long, gentle strokes licked the top of her spine. She shook and moaned into Tom’s mouth.
Gradually that strong ring of mu
scles around his fingers relaxed. He was able to push deeper, move faster. The taste of her skin almost made him drunk and he kissed her—full, open presses of his mouth to her back—and licked so he could drink down the fine sheen of sweat that was making her body shimmer in the moonlight.
“Please,” she murmured against Tom’s lips.
That one word was so loaded with need and frustration Owen couldn’t bear to keep her waiting any longer. He eased his fingers out of her, took hold of his cock, seated the head against her back opening and pushed.
Suzanne gasped. A sharp inhalation then a desperate, tense mewling. She didn’t rebuke him though. She didn’t try to scurry away. Instead she trembled and leaned back into him ever so slightly. Again Owen thought she was adjusting her position so his penetration would be smoother, maybe even more comfortable.
All he knew was her ass was the tightest, hottest vise he’d ever sunk into. He snarled and scraped her shoulder with his teeth when that tight, wicked ring of muscle stretched just enough for the head of his cock to muscle into her. Her ass bore down on him, right behind the flared head, holding him inside her with a determination that made him wince.
Those muscles of hers might be squeezing the hell out of him but he liked it just fine. When he grunted again he felt her butt cheek shift. Looking down, he saw Tom’s darker fingers dig into her flesh. The other male spread her even more.
He wanted to say thanks but the shifting of her hot flesh around him allowed him only a groan of need.
For a moment all Owen could do was pant. The soft skin on her shoulder grew moist from his breath. She shivered and it communicated so much pleasure he kissed her reverently. But like always, he pushed the unfamiliar tenderness aside, laid his hand on her hip and pressed into her.
It wasn’t a smooth slide. It was jerky as he fought against the tightness that seemed determined to repulse him. But that was just Suzanne’s body communicating its vulnerability and he took her slowly and carefully. Push. Pause. Retreat. When he rolled his hips to the side ever so slightly she made a quiet, erotic sound that was more rumble than gasp. When he pulled on her hip, drawing her into him, that tight, round ass of hers tipped back like she was hungry for more.
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