Snarling and baring his teeth, Tom shoved at Owen. He tried to roll him off but the big bastard just braced his legs and laid more of his weight on Tom’s chest, compressing his rib cage. Fighting hard, making use of the last few oxygenated seconds he had, Tom drove his forearm into Owen’s shoulder. He could have gone for the cheap hit and punched Owen’s bruised ribs but that kind of win would only be overturned the next time they did battle.
And next time Owen might not be in the mood to play nice.
The big were grabbed Tom’s wrist, pressed his thumb into a spot that made Tom cringe and howl. “I know you have to fight me. I also know I’m going to win. I’ll stop this…” Owen punctuated the last word with a thrust of his hips and Tom groaned when the other were’s cock slid against his. “If you want me to. At any point, just say the word.” He let go of Tom’s wrist and licked the spot he’d just brutalized. “But until then, I’m going to fuck you.” The muscles in his face rippled and his words came out oddly distorted, guttural like his wolf was close to the surface. After giving his head a quick shake Owen leaned down, brushed his lips over Tom’s then nipped his lower lip. “Make love to you.” Suddenly his voice was quiet. That same deep, erotic rumble was there only this time it was subtle, seductive.
Tom touched the other male’s mouth and was rewarded with a series of light kisses that made the pads of his fingers tingle.
Damn. He was pretty sure even Suzanne had never made him tingle.
“You finished?” Owen asked. “Because I’d like to get back to the hotter-than-hell sex. With you.” The grin that quirked up the corner of Owen’s mouth was catching and Tom felt his own lips do the same thing.
“Yeah. Finished.” Tom rolled his hips and was rewarded when Owen hissed like his nuts were caught up in a pleasure vise. He felt the gentle shifting of Owen’s body, heard the top being popped off the lube, smelled it before he felt Owen’s fingers on his ass.
The first touch of the lube was cold and Tom jerked, just a little. After that there was nothing but warm wetness being smeared across his hole. He stiffened and couldn’t help it.
“We’ll stop anytime you want,” Owen repeated. He kissed him leisurely, as if there was nothing but the two of them and more time than they could ever want. The timbre of his voice made Tom’s cock twitch, the heat and power of the other male’s body worked their magic too. When the finger pressing against his opening paused then breached him slowly Tom didn’t stiffen. Instead he trembled and held on to the big male’s shoulders. His leg was still hoisted up between them so he couldn’t get as close as he wanted but it was still good. He could practically taste the intimacy between them as Owen worked his finger into him, watched his face like he was searching for signs of hesitation, maybe even distress, then pulled it out with a slow turn that made Tom growl.
“Damn that’s hot,” Owen groaned then pressed into him again. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
With the sensuality he was capable of, it was a wonder the other male didn’t have females falling all over him. Oh yeah, Suzanne would shred them. Maybe him too, after tonight.
A second finger joined the first. Inhaling sharply, Tom absorbed the quick burn that morphed into a pressure and a gentle stretch that made his balls draw up tight. He relaxed into the feeling and licked his lips.
“More,” he moaned. “Fuck it. Give me more.”
Owen’s only response was a wild grin and a tiny increase in speed.
“I’m not fragile, dammit.”
“No but you’re a virgin here. Right? So we start slow and pick up the pace only when you’re ready.”
“I am ready.”
That made Owen laugh. The deep rumble transferred from his chest into Tom’s and felt achingly intimate.
“You make me feel ten feet tall and hard as granite.” Owen cut off any more complaints by kissing Tom again, parting his lips with his, running his tongue across Tom’s with uninhibited relish.
After that Tom stopped trying to control what the bigger were was doing to him and focused on how damn good Owen made him feel, the feel of his mouth on his, those big fingers working into him so patiently. When a fingertip nudged his prostate then stroked it lightly and slowly, Tom froze. Then his back arched and he groaned so loud his throat hurt. Sweet mother of… He’d never felt anything so good. Pre-cum dribbled out of him and smeared between his belly and Owen’s.
“So. Fucking. Sexy.” Owen’s moan was cut off when he latched on to Tom’s throat. Lips and tongue worked him over with a spiraling intensity that matched what he was feeling down south. He shook his head but it was with disbelief when a third finger joined the first two and pressed into him so cautiously Tom wanted to bellow his frustration.
Every withdrawal brought the tips of two fingers into contact with that sweet spot deep inside him, bracketing it, stroking him until he squirmed and panted. It went on forever. It didn’t last nearly long enough. He was shaking, burying his head back into the mattress, when Owen finally removed his fingers.
Another muffled pop, another quick whiff of lube then the hot blunt tip of Owen’s cock was rubbing against his back passage.
“Grab your ass,” the big were moaned. “Spread yourself for me. Show me you want me. Show me you want this,” the cock head pressed into him, spread his loosened sphincter just enough to make him gasp then eased off, “as much as I do.”
No lover had ever asked him for that much capitulation. But then Owen was no ordinary lover. Nodding jerkily, Tom slid his fingers around his ass cheeks and pulled. All of a sudden it wasn’t about who was stronger or who was on top. It was about two lovers and Tom felt his courage rise as he showed Owen what he wanted, shared his need, his heart. Gave this lover what they were both aching for.
Owen leaned his weight back then inhaled. “You’re…beautiful.” His mouth fell open as he pressed into Tom’s opening.
Enthralled, Tom felt himself being spread. Like before, he gasped as Owen breached him. His gasp was cut off and he stiffened with amazement as his ring snapped tight behind the flared head. Above him Owen was all male beauty and power. His face was flushed, his lids were heavy with need. That wide, unforgiving chest rose and fell fast, rocking against him in a way that made Tom want to be ridden hard and fast. The scent of him filled Tom’s head and he licked the other were’s throat then rumbled with satisfaction when Owen sighed and held himself closer.
Still breathing hard, Owen held himself up on his arms, hanging still and patient above him. Only when Tom let go of his ass to mold his fingers to Owen’s hips, only when he squirmed impatiently, did Owen bare his teeth and press deeper.
Tom shook his head in disbelief. As much as he loved fucking women, this feeling of being claimed, being possessed, made him want to howl with pleasure. Huh. No wonder females got off on it so much. He slowed his breathing in an effort to center himself so he could concentrate on the incredible things Owen was doing. That pole of his was hard and thick and he wielded it with a gentleness that made Tom moan for more.
Owen must have heard because he started thrusting a little faster, going deeper with every downstroke, catching Tom’s prostate with that broad mushroom cap on every upstroke. God help him but he wouldn’t last long, not at this rate. Gasping, grunting with pleasure, he hung on to his lover’s thick biceps, struggled beneath the weight of his own leg pinning his chest in place, even though he didn’t want to be freed. The feeling of being full up, the stretching, were like nothing he’d ever known. Nothing he’d ever imagined. It was hotter than fuck and felt twenty times as good. But when Owen slid his belly back and took hold of Tom’s cock, gathered up the slick pools of pre-cum and used them so the friction of his pumping hand didn’t burn, Tom shook and cried out.
“Come for me, baby. Come on.”
Part of Tom loved the cautious way Owen fucked his ass. Part of him was annoyed as hell. All of him, however, tensed as that familiar tingling gathered at the base of his spine, moved into his balls and made his hips punch forwar
d. He couldn’t hold back what promised to be a Grade-A orgasm. Didn’t even want to. With Owen’s shaft going deep into places he hadn’t been aware of, with that thick head rubbing his sweet spot, not to mention the big hand pumping him so hard he saw stars, Tom felt the first, muscular throb as his nuts went hey-nanny-nanny. They tucked up high and hard, pulsed with every spasm of pleasure, made him grind his teeth because it was almost too good to bear.
It got even better when Owen growled then shoved into him fast and deep. The fat rod inside him began to throb in time with the big were’s grunts. Owen held him tight, his arms bulged until Tom thought that thick skin might split. Finally Owen gasped, shuddered then started to withdraw.
He must have registered Tom’s moan of protest though because he went slowly, paused with his cock head just inside Tom’s ass then eased back into him. Even though Owen’s cock was shrinking, Tom still felt full. His body held on to the memory of being filled, worked, loved by that hard muscle. He swore he could feel Owen’s cum inside him, a thick, hot pool the male churned with every stroke.
He’d never felt so cherished, so powerful in his life.
A soft gasp coming from the foot of the bed drew his attention. His and Owen’s heads turned at the same time. Naked, her skin glowing and pink from her shower, Suzanne stared at them. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, swollen and moist like she’d been giving them a workout with her tongue. Her full breasts rose and fell with the fierceness of her breathing. Those delicious blushing nipples stood out hard, succulent and needy.
“You’re…you’re so beautiful together.” She sounded breathless and her gaze moved over them with an intensity that made Tom’s cock twitch. Owen’s too. “You’re just so, so…” She shook her head like she was trying to make it work better. “Beautiful.”
Owen lifted his weight up, just enough for him to release Tom’s leg. He lowered it gently and as he did, eased his cock out of Tom’s well-used and happy ass. “We’re selfish.” His voice had that incredibly sexy, postcoital rumble to it. “We took our pleasure and didn’t leave anything for you.” Tipping his head a little, he gazed at Suzanne’s body, licked his lips. Tom wasn’t being looked at but even he started to heat up, kind of like a contact hard-on.
After a final teasing kiss Owen released him and slid back to make space between them for the lovely female. Suzanne looked just as hot as Owen had, only in her own, seductive, feminine way as she crawled toward them on hands and knees. The smooth round curve of her hip rolled. Her ass stuck up proudly and Tom levered himself on his elbow so he could kiss it and draw his tongue around then into the soft crevice. “Damn you taste good,” he breathed. He bit her gently then wiggled his tongue past her dripping pussy lips and into her core.
She gasped, squirmed back into him yet somehow managed to lower her mouth to Owen’s. Tom knew that because he could hear the soft wet sounds of them kissing, saw Owen’s hands move over her back. She smelled of soap and hot, needy female. Tasted like everything he’d ever wanted in a mate. With the scent of Owen all over him, he tended to Suzanne with a devotion and need that echoed the feelings growing inside him.
Two mates. Greedy bastard that he was, he wanted two mates and he wanted the two who were in his bed, with him, this very minute. Unconventional? Yes. Weird-ass as all get out? Definitely. But if anybody could make it work, they could. Using his thumbs, he spread her gently, tongued her clit until she spilled more juice onto his cheeks then started in on lapping it out of her. There was so much love between the three of them he was surprised the roof didn’t pop off the house. True, Owen was the wildcard in the bunch but Tom was confident that between him and Suzanne they’d win him over. The male was going to be their mate. Just like he was going to be their Alpha. If that required a little more time and sweet-talking, well, Tom had no problem with that.
He kept on making love to Suzanne’s pussy until she was making low, needy sounds and squirming back into him. Rolling her onto her back, he eased up her body, kissed her breasts, pressed them together and sucked on her nipples until she started pulling on his hair. Ignoring the twinge in his ankle when he shifted, he got up on his knees, lifted her hips, took hold of his cock and positioned it against her opening. Huh. His recuperative powers around these two were nothing short of amazing. Even if he did say so himself. As he drew her to him he lifted up a little and harnessed the strength in his shoulders and forearms to control the movement of her body. He bared his teeth and growled as he slid into her. Tight, slick rings of muscle resisted him, held him in place for the space of a heartbeat then another before giving way to his determination. He thrust slowly and carefully, powering into her and paying attention to her responses.
Tom felt a fresh appreciation for the gentleness Owen had shown him.
The female bowed over his loins, gasped, ran those long, delicate fingers over her breasts, pulled on her nipples until they turned a dark rose. Then his view was obscured as Owen bent over her and drew a fat tip into his mouth. She grinned as if she was losing her mind as the sounds of sucking and a low hum of pleasure filled the room.
Fresh moisture seeped around Tom’s cock and he pushed in deeper. Oh yeah. This promised to be a long, slow, sweet ride. For both of them. With the air of a man settled in for a long, comfortable stay, Owen stretched out beside her, palmed one breast and kissed a path up to her mouth.
Inspired to make it as good for her as possible, Tom tapped the back of Owen’s hand. With that furrow between his eyes deeper than usual, the other male watched Tom tug on his fingers, trail them down Suzanne’s body and cup them around her mound.
If that grin of his was any indication Owen was definitely on board with the plan. He caressed her plumpness, nudged her clit then drew easy, slow circles around it with the tip of his finger. Adjusting his grip on her hips, Tom slid her up and back onto his lap, watched his cock reappear after each stroke, glistening with her juices. The scent of their combined lust almost drove him mad. The sounds she made—quiet, desperate and seductive—made him thrust harder, faster. He felt the bump of Owen’s hand on his pubic bone as the big were got serious about pleasuring Suzanne.
She was soon gasping, moaning with pleasure into Owen’s mouth. Tom loved the way her torso rocked, the clenching of those delicate abdominal muscles, the way her pussy flexed and gripped every inch of his cock. All female, she was soft, pale and pink as she jammed a heel into his ass, prodding him to go faster.
“Yes ma’am,” he drawled. He tightened his grip and drove into her. She cried out when he smashed Owen’s fingers between them, ground them into her, then she shivered and scented like a female in desperate need when he eased off. Hot. Damn.
Gasping one last time, Suzanne tensed all over. Her breasts seemed to swell and that sweet pussy grabbed on and beat a tattoo all around his aching pole. She made sharp sounds of pleasure as she came in time with her torso rocking and rolling.
Suddenly Tom gasped. He felt a finger—a single, oily, rough and thick finger caress him, strike pay dirt on the second try and press into him. Man but that were was good at multitasking. Owen’s mouth was still making love to Suzanne’s breast but the hand that had been massaging her pussy had shifted and found the lube when Tom had lost track of everything, including whether his head was still attached, and was zeroing in on his prostate.
Bingo. His hips shot forward as the last milking convulsion gripped Suzanne’s core. He could have sworn he’d gone blind as ecstasy gripped him tight and cancelled out every sense other than touch. With Owen stroking him and Suzanne squeezing him, he stood no chance. Groaning loud enough to make the female he was holding onto jump, Tom ground into her and felt his seed pumping out fast and hot. His ass clenched, holding Owen right where he needed him. The pleasure as that fiendish digit stroked and stroked made him cry out.
Forget blind, he was losing his grip on reality. Ecstasy speared him, filled him, made him hot and cold and made him feel like he was a high-voltage conduit.
When it wa
s finally over, when his balls ceded a final thick bead and offered it up in gratitude to the beautiful, loving female bowed against him, Tom sucked in as much air as he could and collapsed on his side.
Bad idea. His ankle bent and did not like it. Groaning, Tom grabbed his leg, rolled away then tried to stretch out and relax. It took a while and his ankle wasn’t in a mood to be appeased. At least not until Owen got out of bed and came back with one of the bags of frozen peas and a towel. Deftly, the male used the cloth to secure the peas in place, pulled Tom’s head up and shoved a pillow beneath it before collapsing back against the headboard.
“Fuck that was hot,” Owen said. He pulled Suzanne to him, snuggled her up close and kissed the corners of her mouth. “Did you mean it when you said he and I were beautiful? Nobody’s ever said I was beautiful before.”
He spoke quietly, so quietly Tom almost missed the wistful note in his voice. But it resonated with him because he felt the same.
“Yes.” Her pale, soft hair flowed as she nodded. “I’ve seen the look on your face when you watch Tom and me make love. Seen the same look on his face when I’m with you. A part of me assumed you were just being polite, waiting your turn. I didn’t realize h-how moving it was to watch my partners pleasure each other. And those completely hot, hard male bodies moving together… Just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Please tell me I can watch again.”
“Sure thing, baby,” Owen whispered through his wide grin and nuzzled her temple. “For you, anything.”
They stayed like that for a while as Tom lay back and let the makeshift icepack do its thing. He turned his head to look at Suzanne when she finally broke the comfortable silence.
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