ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories)

by Hawke, Jessa

  Oh yes. More, Commander? it is.

  Yum.

  Man does not thrive on sensation alone, so to titillate the visual cortex, I think I’ll give George a little striptease while Hank sucks on him. I’m going to start by running my hands over the silk of this costume. Whoever said that BDSM is all about pain clearly does not know the sheer sensual pleasure of cool silk weaving its way around your body. I’m quite naked under this because I like the way silk feels against my nipples; I feel like a baby cat getting scratched across the belly as it stretches, and this never fails to make me a little moist between the legs.

  The clothes will come off slowly. Didn’t I mention? George has to earn it, too. He’s got to watch what his lower half is doing while Hank has his lips and tongue on him. If he can’t control himself, my clothes stay on and he’s going to lose his place as being the taller of the two men. Height equals dominance, in case you didn’t know. So here’s the thing—SEALs are all about that control, and he’s got to prove himself. Oh, you thought it was me with a mission? No, darling, no. If George can contain himself for long enough, he gets access to me, the main prize of the evening.

  I don’t give myself to just anyone. I give myself to the man who can control his cum for long enough not to disgrace himself in front of his team. I mean, really, we’re all professionals here.

  I step in front of the glass cabinet that would ordinarily hold booze in any other place. Here, instead, it houses an array of lube and different scents, for those who like to play with that stuff. I pick up a bottle of grapefruit-flavored lube, my little nod to Master Slick; truly, he was the one who taught me everything I know. It’s going to come in handy for the next portion of the evening.

  Playing to my new subs’ tastes, George is going to have his wrists and ankles tied together next. I’ve got this lovely little contraption that I’ve been meaning to put to use, and now I’m finally going to be able to. I’m very excited. Basically, it keeps a person in place when they’re tied up like that so they don’t have to worry about their balance and can focus on doing something else.

  In this case, it will be my pussy. And he will be attending to it with his mouth.

  Did I mention I have a throne to sit on? It’s not like the one at Westeros; this one is very comfortable to sit in, get eaten out in, whatever you happen to fancy.

  As for Hank’s role, well, I’ve promised him that at some point, my friend Carlos will come to pay us a visit. He asked me when that would be, and I asked him what the fun in my telling him would be. Isn’t that the whole point, I asked, drawing one of my fingernails across his thighs, that there’s a chance you could be caught all night. It could be with a cock in your mouth, or it could be with your cock in another man.

  Does he know I’m a SEAL, Hank asked me, shivering a little at the scrape of my nail against him.

  Yes. He knows all about your staunch, standup upbringing, I told him, bending close to his ear so that he could feel my breath on it. And he’s going to be very, very upset if he finds you in a compromising situation.

  Hank closed his eyes and suppressed a moan.

  That cock in the ass bit? I forgot to say, didn’t I? While George uses his tongue to pleasure me—and he better do it well, too, or I’m going to ridicule him like no tomorrow, Hank is going to be making sweet, sweet love to his dirty starfish. That’s what all that lube is for. He’s going to plunder the depths of that round, sweet little bottom with his fat cock as I watch, locking eyes with him throughout the whole time. He gets the supreme gift of watching me as I come, and the pleasure of knowing I know. There are no enemas in my dungeon, no sir. When Hank removes his cock from his fellow SEALs’ asshole, I want it to be stained with filth and with his own cum. I want him to know that in the end, he couldn’t control himself, that he couldn’t keep away from his deviant desires any more than I could.

  They call me Mistress for a reason. Little Iliana always gets her way.

  THE END

  Double Cowboy Desire

  Colt settled in on the bareback of Wildcard, the bronc he drew for the ride. The gate crashed open, Colt dug his spurs in hard. Wildcard bucked fiercely, making his way across the arena. Spinning to the right, Colt was taken aback but held on tight. Wildcard was just that, a wild horse. No one knew what to expect from him. It was just in the luck of the draw.

  There was nothing but sexy that oozed from the pores of a cowboy. The crowd went wild with excitement as he approached the eight second mark. Colt worked his spurs across the broncs ribs intensely. The crowd rose to their feet, cheering him on.

  The buzzer sounded. He did it! The crowd erupted in agreement as they rose to their feet. He dismounted on the side horsemen, his chaps swaying in the breeze. Colt stood proudly in the center of that arena waving his hat in the air. Damn, he looked good. No saddle just sheer determination in his eyes.

  His loyal fans shot the Wreck ‘em Tech pistols high in the air. They couldn’t get enough of him. Colt scored the highest in the first round of the rodeo against the other bronc riders. Best score and an eight second ride, nothing less would’ve satisfied him. He aimed to bring home the pot at the end of the week for a job well done.

  If there was one thing he knew, it was how to win and he did that very well. But there was one area of his life that he couldn’t seem to get right. His redneck upbringing in New Mexico left him short in the relationship arena. He cared for people around him, but had difficulty expressing it in words

  In his own way, he cared for Cricket. They had met in college and had been on again off again for some time. He knew he fell short in her eyes, which was what led her to move on with her life. She got a job offer that she just couldn’t pass up. So she gathered her belongings and moved out to Branson, Missouri.

  Colt hated it, but he couldn’t stop her, nor could he change her mind. He had strayed one to many times causing her to doubt him. And every time he loaded up for a long trip, she wondered which arena slut he would bed down for the night. It just wasn’t worth the worry anymore. Cricket had grown up and he needed to as well.

  It was the night before the first day of her new job. She had moved in just that day.

  Cricket soaked in a warm bath trying to relax. Her new apartment was something she really loved with her big claw foot tub. She shook her head in disbelief that she actually made the huge move from Texas all the way to Branson, Missouri. It didn’t seem real yet.

  The thought of withering away in a small town and never pursuing her dreams was nauseating to her. She loved Colt Rowdy but she knew that if they were meant to be together, somehow it would all work out. So, she took the plunge and accepted the job.

  Her toe twisted under the water faucet and she wondered what her first day of work would be like. A nostalgic feeling came over her as she fantasized about her ex- cowboy. Her lips puckered as she thought of his sensual kiss, with her standing nipple to nipple with him in his horse stall. Her fingers snaked through his belt loops.

  Colt’s kiss was messy, manly, and wonderful. His breath usually smelled of brew, which was pleasing to her senses. His cold metal belt buckle chilled her tummy through her thin cotton shirt. Like a gentleman, he held his cowboy hat by his side. He held her close, with his free hand on the back of her neck.

  She loved his touch. It was confident and self- assured. There was something about a man in wranglers and tethered boots that was a real turn on. Cricket closed her eyes in the tub, her hand found its way down under her warm bath water. She couldn’t think of Colt without get horny and touching herself. She found him to be that irresistibly attractive.

  She massaged her sweet spot with her fingers, picturing him riding a bronc, doing his thing that he was so well known for. God, he was sexy. She tweaked her nipples as she fantasized about his tight wranglers and the little black curls that hung down over his ears.

  His modest muscles tensed as he held on to the small of her back. So determined to change her mind, he scooped her up and took her over to the hay b
ales. Laying her down gently, he continued pressing his warm plump lips against hers.

  Colt’s lips were chapped, scratching on Crickets soft lips. His scruffy goatee tickled her sexy neck as he took off her starched cotton shirt, kissing her flat tummy. Cricket was lean and tall. Her dirty blonde hair spread out over the hay beautifully.

  His weathered calloused hands milked her petite breasts through her lilac lacy bra. Her skin pimpled up with goose bumps. His presence was intoxicating, but his touch was quite clumsy. Cricket wondered if she was actually attracted to him or just to the idea of a rugged cowboy that always lived on the bleeding edge of life.

  Either way his touch felt so good in that barn. Colt leaned down to whisper in her ear,

  “I’m gonna lick your box until the sides cave in!”

  Cricket blushed, she knew he meant it. He would suck her pussy as much as the day was long. He was a rare cowboy in that he truly wanted to please her. Fortunately, he stayed hard. She could feel the bulge in his pants alongside her leg.

  He wanted pleasure himself, but was generous as a lover. He seemed to love going down on Cricket almost as much as she loved it. The problem was that he was almost too generous, as he longed to explore other women too. A new box at every rodeo or so it seemed.

  That was where most of their fights came from. He wiggled her Wranglers off and sucked her aching clit with passion. He was unbelievably good at it. Just when she thought she had seen everything from him, someone else came towards them.

  Not a word was spoken, Bucky kneeled on a bail on one knee as he caressed Colts waist. The look on her face was priceless. At that point she would’ve done anything to keep him, even if it meant that he wanted to add a third partner to the mix.

  She couldn’t believe her eyes. Colt, the manly man, wasn’t even putting up a fight. Bucky moved in closer behind him, taking his shirt off and then taking Colt’s shirt off from behind.

  Bucky lined his hairy back with soft sensual kisses down his spine. He unfastened his belt and slid Colts free balling wranglers off of him. Bucky squeezed his cheeks together then pulled them apart. He loved ass, particularly his.

  Bucky leaned down and licked from Colts ball sack up to the crack of his ass. Colt gazed up into Crickets eyes and sheepishly grinned, and then he continued on, passionately using his tongue to lap at her slickened folds and flick her clit. Bucky fingered his ass, unzipping himself and sliding his manhood through his slit. He stroked his cock, moving down to cup Colts balls.

  Spitting on his fingers, he moistened his hole. Bucky looked dead into Crickets eyes, as he plunged his cock into Colt's asshole. He wanted to see the look of surprise on her face. She clearly didn’t know that he was bisexual. He must have forgotten to mention it to her

  He went nice and slow saying,

  “How’s that feel brother?”

  “Good, but I like it harder than that” as he wiped her juices from his chin.

  She was sopping wet at that point. Her horny throbbing pussy wanted to explode into orgasm badly.

  His mouth on her pussy was to die for. Bucky looked down at her hard pink nipples as he plunged inside him harder still. He was getting so excited that he struggled to control himself long enough to make it last.

  It wasn’t their first time together, not even close. Bucky could feel Colt’s tight young ass squeeze around his cock like a warm hug. He liked to tease him, pulling out until he begged for more. And he always begged for more of Bucky’s manhood.

  It took no time at all before Bucky was going deeper with every thrust of his hips. He plunged harder with each approach. And when he could take it no more, he pulled out stroking his long prick over Colt’s fine ass and sprayed cum all over his cheeks. It was absolutely brilliant.

  But now it was Colt’s turn. He looked up at Cricket and said,

  “I want you to watch….”

  She was scared to death, but she nodded okay. Colt turned around and leaned back with his back pressed against her chest. She nibbled on his ear with her lean arms wrapped lovingly around his muscular chest. Her delicate fingers pinched his nipples, making them hard.

  Bucky spread his legs apart at the knees, slowly massaging his inner legs from the knees down into the thighs. It was masculine yet gentle all at the same time. Bucky’s hands looked aged and dry from a decade of roping calves. Secretly she had harbored a long standing crush on him. He was the best team roper on the rodeo team. She felt that he knew more about team sports than he had previously let on, and he did.

  Bucky gently grasped Colt’s penis, stroking it very slowly at first. He then pulled the foreskin over the head of his dick. It was obvious that Bucky had some kind of feelings for Colt. Either that or he just really lusted after his huge cock.

  Bucky looked into Colts eyes and said,

  “What do you want me to do for you brother?”

  She could see compassion in his eyes. He responded,

  “I wanna feel your warm, wet mouth around me.” he sighed.

  It was as if they knew something that she was not privy too. He crawled over his lap and kissed Colt compassionately. His pink tongue met Colt’s half way and their tongues played well together. Cricket never would have dreamed that she would find her man making out with another man sexy, but she genuinely did. It was hot.

  Bucky kissed down his masculine neck to his chest. Colt’s pierced nipples sparkled in the light. He teased Colt, flattening his tongue along the length of his shaft. He playfully slapped his dick on his own cheek, as if to wake it up. But it was at full attention and then some.

  It surprised Cricket just how gentle Bucky was with Colt. He stared into Colt’s eyes as he bobbed his thick head into his wanting mouth. His thin lips ran along the length of his manhood. He continued to stroke his shaft as he plunged deeper each turn.

  “You make that feel so damn good baby.” Colt said breathlessly.

  Bucky’s eyes glistened; Cricket turned his head by his chin and kissed her man compassionately. The kiss lingered on in a competitive way. But he didn’t care, he was ready for round two, and that made him very horny.

  As he sucked Colt off, he stroked his own girthy cock as well. He watched as her feminine hands rubbed his strong pecks. Her hands slid down his tender ribs sensually. Bucky could feel him get even harder in his mouth.

  She refused to be outplayed. She crawled on top of her man, she had something he didn’t have – tits. She stroked him a time or two and slid his cock deep inside of her. His hands held her hips tightly, and she knew it wouldn’t take long for him to explode.

  Little did she consider that Bucky had ideas of his own. He had been crushing on her in secret as well. He watched as she rode Colt’s dick over and over again. Her dirty blonde hair bounced across her back.

  She rode him, like she rode her horse during barrel racing. She drove him hard and fast all the way to the finish line. As he erupted his body jerked about in ecstasy. Concurrently, Bucky blew his load for a second time, covering her lovely back in his hot sticky milk.

  *****

  Cricket laid in bed that night journaling before she went to sleep. Her mind was racing from one thought to another. Self-doubt crept in; everything from starting her new job with those ambitious hopes and dreams for her future, to whether it all was a pipe dream. She wondered if she was really ready. She wrote:

  I’m just a girl.

  Just a small time girl.

  I wanna make it big.

  Like some many others did.

  I lie here awake.

  No rest for the weak.

  My voice must be strong.

  Or I’ll see defeat.

  Cricket tossed and turned in her bed all night. Her nerves were getting the best of her. She finally got up, made a warm glass of milk and watched some old Ponderosa episodes that only come on late at night. Somehow, that always calmed her when she was afraid.

  The next morning came and her eyes were bloodshot and her head hurt. She was scheduled for a photo shoot first
thing that day. As she looked in the mirror she said,

  “Oh my goodness…. Of all the nights to not get sleep, it had to be last night.”

  She scratched her head and yawned on her way to the kitchen. She needed caffeine ASAP. Cricket hopped in the shower with her Pandora turned up high. She sudsed up singing along with one of her faves,

  “Don’t close your eyes…….. Let it be me……. Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah… in some fantasy” Keith Whitley, timeless.

  She flung her hair up in a bun, put on no makeup and headed out the front door. She arrived on location for her first photo shoot. Her new boss would use the pics to promote her show to bring people in. She had no idea what to expect. It was definitely new territory for her.

  The location was quite a ways outside of the city. She got out of her truck and saw what appeared to be an old ghost town looking place. The buildings had seen better days for sure. She couldn’t wrap her head around how that scenery would make for a pretty picture.

  Staff directed her to an old tavern looking building for hair and makeup. She went in and sat down in a salon chair. Lacy was her makeup artist and talked to her about how she wanted to look in her pics. How she portrayed herself would set the tone for the culture of her show.