by Christa Wick
Chase gently inserted two fingers into me and slowly sank them all the way to the base knuckle. "Gracie, are you wet or dry?"
He knew the answer -- it dripped onto his damn lap. He just wanted me to admit it.
"Wet." My voice trembled as I answered. I couldn't tell if it was lust or shame that produced the shake. A little of both, probably.
"Remember that, love." He trailed my juices up, then rested his palm flat against my bottom. "I won't ever do anything to you when you're not wet. But I will push you like hell when you are."
"We both will," Roman added, pressing lightly against my chin so that I twisted and lifted my head until my mouth waited even with the fat tip of his cock. He jerked his chin at Chase. "How many?"
I couldn't see Chase's smile, but I heard it. "Until she comes."
Oh, hell. The way my pussy twisted in on itself, Chase might not get the first swat in before I came.
"She's close already," Roman laughed as he watched my ass gently rock up.
Whump!
The first smack came hard, tearing a squeal from my lips.
"Not so ready now," Chase teased as he worked two fingers back into me. "Suck him, baby."
My chest squeezed tight around my heart at the command. For almost a decade, Chase and Roman had fought each other as only best friends or brothers could to keep me away from one another. Each had wanted me for his own and only his own. Now they wanted to please me together and to please one another through me.
Holding back tears, I pressed my lips to the head of Roman's cock. A little air left his lungs, his hips tensing as the rest of his body relaxed. Chase pushed my thighs apart, one of my legs off the couch to keep my pussy splayed. He rubbed at my clit and the line of thick juices between my labia as I swallowed the first third of Roman's cock.
Chase trailed his hand up to rest the palm flat against my bottom. The tap, when it came, was light but quickly followed by a second, harder smack. With the thick, delicate cargo in my mouth, I had to stay relaxed and accept the blow without tensing.
Moaning, I swallowed another third of Roman. He was too long for me to go any further, at least without more practice. Both of them were big like that, each capable of driving a woman to madness with their thick lengths. That is, if their fingers didn't put their lover over the edge first. Chase slid three into me, gently scooping and turning, knuckles flexing.
"You don't get to come until he does, baby."
I groaned, cunt squeezing with need. Then Chase rubbed the slick pad of his thumb over the pucker of my ass and I almost lost it. My eyes rolled back and I convulsively swallowed around Roman's shaft as heat flared deep inside my cunt.
"He comes," Chase repeated. "Then you come, then you come again when I fuck this tight, swollen pussy."
Relaxing my throat, I bobbed along Roman's shaft with a little grunt of acceptance. I wanted them both to come, one down my throat, one deep inside me. I wanted to come for them, on Chase's fingers and then on his heavy cock as it burrowed thick and deep inside me.
The next spank, when it came, quaked along my bottom with its force, but I didn't react from the waist up. Just my ass and pussy gave any indication of the impact, a fresh stream of lubrication leaving my cunt as small tremors started to vibrate through my muscles and the pool of heat spread.
My bottom lifted in supplication of the next blow.
Next to me, Roman tensed, flexed, his breathing sharp and deep. He seemed to only draw inward, like a spring coil that kept being tightened. I sucked harder, trying to erode his will and send him over the edge.
Chase pushed more fingers into my pussy. He had to be four deep, my walls tender and straining from how full he made me. I could only feel his thumb outside me, its pad pressed hard against my anus, the tip occasionally dipping as if all my holes must be penetrated.
"Almost, love." Roman pushed the hair from my face, his gaze intent on the way my mouth worked his cock. He didn't see me looking at him, didn't see the surrender to both men burning in my eyes.
Chase's thumb slipped in and then he started to rhythmically squeeze and slide, four fingers in my pussy, the thumb in my ass, his knuckles hitting a sweet spot with every flex of his hand. Heat prickled along my thighs, over my torso. A knotty ball of tension filled my pussy, expanding to tug at every inch of flesh. The ball moved with his hand, in, around, deep then shallow. Ass and cunt levitated, mouth and throat descended, sliding deeper onto Roman to trigger the first jerk of his climax. He came in a heavy stream down my throat, my mouth working furiously to keep every last drop inside me.
The whole fucking population of Glennville could have been walking outside my apartment and none of us would have known. Chase worked, his hands and senses intent on making us both buck and moan. I took and gave pleasure, Chase's rough squeezes keeping me right at the edge as Roman spilled into my throat.
"Mmm..." Gently, Roman unhooked me. "I think baby girl has more than earned her reward."
"And mine," Chase groaned. He released his grip on my cunt, his open palm immediately falling hard on my ass. "You are going to be so loaded with endorphins, you're going to float through lunch, Gracie."
His words drifted through the pleasured haze already coating the inside of my skull as his hand fell again. The hard flat of his fingers landed not on my bottom but against the swollen puff of my labia. My nails dug into the fabric of the couch at the new sensation. Small, barely audible whimpers left me as Chase tapped the spot again and Roman took to pinching my nipples.
Cream leaked from my pussy in a thick stream, wetting Chase's pants so that my mound slid effortlessly back and forth with each smack he delivered to my tender folds. Each sharp tap rippled through me, the waves magnifying with distance to possess my entire cunt.
"Please," I whispered. I needed to come or my mind would explode, but the taps were too expertly timed and the squeezing and pinching of my breasts and nipples too sweet a distraction for me to trip that last centimeter into release. "Please, let me come."
Chase stopped slapping the flat of his fingers against my cunt to spread my ass cheeks. Unable to see his intent, I started to tremble again. His tongue touched that sensitive spot his thumb had invaded earlier as he started to flick one hard finger against the opening to my cunt.
I groaned and he stopped to roughly pinch and roll my clit between two fingers, his tongue still probing that secret hole with an animalistic pleasure. He flicked again, then penetrated me three wide as my pleas to come became more urgent. I started to buck, so far lost inside their touch I didn't realize I had climaxed at last, my cunt locked in a loop of squeeze and squirt with each thrust Chase took.
I bucked harder, another groan ripping from my throat right before a spasm shook my lower body. Chase abandoned me for a moment, just the second or two it took to clear his pants from his hips before he sank balls deep into my pussy.
"Fuck, baby." His hands, slick from pleasing me, gripped my hips, the fingers denting my full flesh. "I want you in bed all day, fuck breaking any news to anyone."
My cunt locked around him, a fresh climax tightening every muscle in my body. Tears leaked from my eyes as Roman claimed my mouth, his hands molding my breasts to his grip as he squeezed and pulled. Chase retreated, drove deep, his hips hitting left and right along the tender bottom he had so thoroughly spanked. I could feel his fat head traveling over my bruised muscles, digging, dipping until he battered against my cervix, lodging deep inside me as he began to squirt thick jets of cum.
As he climaxed, his hand slid beneath me to possess my belly with a proprietary grip. His mouth landed against my shoulder blade in a tender kiss as he squeezed my stomach. The lips feather-stroked up my neck before whispering against my ear.
"Soon, love, it will be more than our cocks keeping you full."
I looked to Roman for confirmation. He nodded, his gaze as serious as I had ever seen it. We really were going to their parents before the day was done, admitting our love and staking out our future. An
d I couldn't dissolve beneath the righteous indignation of Maxine Clark or any of Glennville's other small minds because soon there would be other hearts to look after. Little hearts with little hands to hold and big smiles to hang on.
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Wolf Curves
Leaving the third floor laundry room of her apartment building, Leah Howard stepped into the elevator with her arms wrapped around a clothes hamper. Seeing the two hulking males who all but filled the small space, she moved to the back corner. Her gaze flicked in their direction just long enough to notice that both wore jeans, dark work boots and leather jackets. The slightly taller of the two had his back turned to her, his dark brown hair dusting the collar of his jacket.
Catching his scent, Leah's stomach tightened. She felt a little crazy for doing so, but she'd learned to trust or avoid people based on the odors emanating from them. Not the smells that came from some store-bought bottle or a hard day's work, but the way each person's body twisted it to their own unique signature.
The man directly next to her smelled like candied apples still warm and dripping caramel. She'd never smelled anything so sexy and the effect on her body was immediate. Moisture flooded her mouth, her skin heating at the same time.
She had half a second to wonder if he looked as good as he smelled before he turned and faced her. A full head shorter than the man, Leah found herself staring at his broad chest. It rose and fell as if he had just finished sprinting. She could hear him breathing, the sound mixed with a low rumble that sounded almost like a cat's purr. Only the cat would have to be about six-two and approaching two hundred pounds of pure muscle.
He was a big, strong man and his scent was doing crazy things to her control. Lifting her gaze, she found him glaring down at her.
"What floor?"
The question came out like she had just robbed a bank or worse. Startled, Leah hugged the hamper to her chest. "Eight, please."
His companion pressed the button for the eighth floor. Tall, dark and brooding continued to stare down at her. He still breathed like a freight train but there wasn't a drop of sweat on him.
"What's your name?"
The harsh bark had mellowed just a fraction but she flinched. Her lips parted, the urge to answer his firm command almost overwhelming. She felt a warm burn as her skin flushed again, her whole body growing humid beneath his scrutiny. Menacing and sexy as hell, she didn't know whether to be afraid of him or turned on. Her body settled on both, adrenaline saturating her nerve endings as a pocket of heat built between her legs.
His intense gaze narrowed, concentrating on her mouth as if he could will her to answer. When she didn't, he took a step forward. "Tell me your name."
A hand came down on his shoulder. "Not here, boss."
She moved her head just enough to make eye contact with the other man. He had dark blond hair, the cut short but stylishly messy. Confusion registering on his face, he raised one dark ginger brow and curled his hand around the leather collar of Leah's inquisitor.
"Boss?"
On cue, the elevator door opened to the eighth floor. As she eased her way past her interrogator, he reached out. His fingertips brushed her hip, tightening at the last second to grip the soft yielding flesh. Her knees went weak and a hot stab of need gutted her insides.
"Answer me, beautiful."
Beautiful.
The word hit her like a cold slab of soggy meat, quickly replacing the heat that coiled through her stomach with sick dread. She'd walked into some kind of cruel set-up or a con game, knew the signs all too well. She pushed his hand off her hip, twisted the last little bit out of the elevator and turned to stare him down.
Her phony rescuer curled an arm around the guy's waist but didn't try too hard to restrain him. When the guy put one foot across the elevator's threshold, Leah's gaze jumped to her apartment door.
The blond tightened his grip. "What the fuck, Seth?"
The elevator door started to slide shut. Seth blocked it, still watching her as he drew his bottom lip into his mouth and sharply inhaled. Terrified she was about to be the big man's dinner, she swung the hamper at his head. The hard plastic shell hit him square on the left side of his face, the impact knocking the basket from her grip and spilling her clothes across the hallway floor.
Seth grinned, his whole expression wicked, predatory and unfazed by the blow.
Pinning her with a calm gaze, the blond wrestled to hold Seth back. "Whatever you do, Miss, don't run."
"Yeah, baby -- stay right there."
Leah blinked, drew a sharp breath. Talk about mood swings! Seth looked like he wanted to kill her but sounded like pure sex. Worse yet, she could smell him more sharply, his warm, sweet scent urging Leah to trust him.
"Listen to me." The blond wrapped a leg around Seth's. "Don't run, don't scream."
Blondie had to be a complete dolt. She'd be screaming her head off if her throat wasn't so tight she could barely breathe!
"Just stay calm."
Leah wasn't sure if he was talking to her or Seth, but he was too late on both counts. Her heart thudded in her chest, she felt like puking and she couldn't get her legs to move. Seth flexed his muscles impatiently, his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip while his gaze zigzagged all over her body.
He growled, her panties flooding with moisture at the sound.
Something was desperately wrong -- not only with the situation but in her head and body. When he growled like that, she wanted to pull her pants down, press her stomach flat to the floor and lift her bottom in the air so he could take her aching cunt from behind.
She took one last look at her apartment. To the right and six doors down, it was too far away. She couldn't hope to reach and unlock the door before Seth was on her. She needed to buy time until she could scream. Tuesday night after ten, half the floor's residents had to be home. They might not rescue her but someone would call 911.
"Don't be afraid, baby."
Baby? Her gaze jumped back to Seth and froze. Four of his teeth had elongated, two top and two bottom, all of them narrowing to razor sharp tips. Green fire burned in irises that had been dark chocolate a few seconds before.
Not possible!
She felt the seeping onset of true panic. Long-buried dreams as real as memories shot through her. She stumbled a step back.
"Just going to talk." His tongue traced the edge of his top fangs before his gaze dropped to her full hips and he released a hot puff of air. "About things."
Her feet finally working, Leah bolted left toward the stairwell next to the elevator. Slamming the door open, she heard a loud thump and the blond softly swearing. Not stopping, she headed down stairs at full speed, hoping to buy enough time to convince her vocal chords they really could scream.
Halfway down to the next landing, she heard the stairwell door crash open again. She jerked and tripped, taking the last ten steps as two before hitting the wall. A heartbeat later, Seth spun her around until her back was up against the concrete.
He pinned Leah in place, his big body pushing against hers. She could hear the blond above them, urgently whispering something. Seth ignored him, his sole focus seemingly on her face. His pupils pulsed like a madman's.
"It's okay, beautiful. I won't hurt you."
His hand ran over her hip and she realized that the thick length of steel rubbing against her body was flesh. He was hard, huge -- the length of his erection too big for her to comprehend.
"You're coming with me." His voice caught in the middle, sliding into a moan as he bent his head toward hers. His lips parted. Steam from his breath misted her face. His tongue snuck out to test the seam of her mouth, freeing the scream that had been building inside her.
The sound lasted less than a heartbeat.
He raised his hand, the flesh seeming to shimmer right before he placed the pad of his thumb against her forehead and she passed out.
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Leah woke in her bedroom, relief flooding through her that she had only been having one of her weird, sometimes terrifying, dreams. Staying very still, she tried to brush the cobwebs from her mind. She remembered a man, tall and beyond masculine. He had told her to stay, his voice sinfully deep and vibrating with lust.
She furrowed her brow, searching for the part of the dream that had scared her. He'd touched her, his hand firm and possessive but gentle. He'd kissed her, too, his mouth like a fire brand. She felt herself getting wet as she concentrated. Her hips shifted against the bed, her butt digging into the mattress as the tension mounted between her legs.
When her perineum tightened in need, she turned on her side and inhaled deeply to center her thoughts. The room's odors piggybacked on the fresh air she dragged into her lungs. Fresh bed linen she'd changed that morning, the scent of her shampoo, something sweet...
Caramel…dripping…hot.
Jerking her head back, Leah opened her eyes. Sitting a foot from the bed in her reading chair as he watched her, the man from her dream leaned forward, the side of his forearms resting against his knees. Memories flashed like lightning inside her mind. His name was Seth. The dark chocolate eyes had been possessed with an eerie green light and she was certain she had seen fangs.
"Feeling better?" His lips parted, the teeth appearing white, even and incapable of savagely rending flesh.
The door opened and the blond man stepped into the bedroom. "Em's just a few minutes out."
Seth didn't acknowledge him, just continued staring intently at Leah. He dropped one hand along the side of the chair, snagging her wallet from her book bag. The way he flipped it open straight to her ID told her he'd already sorted through the wallet's contents.