by Dani April
Their mouths met for the first kiss. His hands found their way beneath her shirt. He slid his fingers up her belly until he was cupping her breasts in his palms. His fingers caressed her swollen nipples under the thin fabric of the shirt.
Morgan purred into the kiss with him.
He bent her back in his arms. The bed was only a few feet away. Without breaking their kiss, and with his fingers still exploring under her shirt, they walked back to the bed. When they were in position, they fell on top of it.
Hunter fell on top of Morgan, and their bodies molded to the soft retreat of the bedsprings beneath them. Pressing his body to her, he knew she could feel the iron-hard erection straining to get free from his jeans.
He wanted to devour her with his mouth. She tasted so good. His lips went across her face, his tongue licking and teasing her skin. She closed her eyes as he kissed her lids, kissed back to her ears, down the line of her jaw, beneath her chin, down her neck.
This woman was to be worshiped, and Hunter was going to do exactly that.
When his hands retracted from playing with her nipples and went to draw down her underwear, she tensed up beneath him. Something was wrong.
“Oh shit!” Morgan cursed as she pushed him back from her.
“What is it?”
“I’m an absentminded fool.”
“I don’t understand?” He went back to kissing along her neck, but still she held him at arm’s length.
“I was on the Pill with Nathan. We had discussed maybe having a baby in two years. But after he left me, I didn’t see the point anymore.” She looked into his eyes, a stricken look on her face. “I’m sorry, Hunter. I stopped taking them.”
Hunter gave her his award-winning smile and took her into his arms for a giant hug that would soon lead to other things.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got condoms in my wallet.” He reached back to his jean pocket and got out his wallet. He handed it to her so she could see for herself. “Drake has them, too. The three of us are going to be fine. Now why don’t you try and relax and enjoy.”
Her relieved smile was all the reward he could have asked for. She pulled him back to her for another long and very wet kiss.
* * * *
Morgan lay back on the sheets of her bed and allowed Hunter to take control.
For once she was not going to worry about money, or the house, or whether she should return to Chicago. Nor was she going to allow guilt to take control.
Oh God, Morgan thought, this was her and Nathan’s bed. She remembered when they picked it out together down at the Furniture Mart. Neither of them had ever owned a king-sized bed before. They were so happy.
But she had Nathan’s permission to do this.
She was determined to lay back and enjoy just as Hunter had instructed.
He was an expert. Within a minute he had her undressed, naked, and on her back. Then he undressed. He sheathed his engorged cock in the rubber and then was back on top of her on the bed.
She lay prone under him and enjoyed his hands, his mouth, and his tongue as he explored her body inch by inch.
He spread her legs for her and went between them with his mouth. His tongue lapped at her already swollen pussy lips. His fingers spread her pussy wide, and she groaned into the dark bedroom as his tongue tortured her clit and licked inside of her.
Morgan winced as she felt his teeth nip her delicate folds. He was milking the pleasure from her.
Making balls with her fists, she gripped the bedspread and held firm against his sensual assault. When she could barely stand it any longer, she began to sway her hips back and forth. She reached between her legs with her hands and laced her fingers through his hair, guiding him and pinning him against the open mouth of her pussy.
It had been months since she’d had sex, and she’d almost forgotten what it was like to have her pussy as the center of a man’s desire.
When she let go of his hair, Hunter came up from between her outstretched knees and climbed down her body. Her hands went down between her thighs, and she took his rubber-clad cock in her fingers and gently guided him to her opening.
Her pussy was weeping for his initial thrust, and then he was filling her with his length and his girth.
She was on the brink within minutes. Panting and sweating, signaling her imminent approach.
“Last with me.” Hunter brought her knees up high and held her legs in his arms as he pumped her. “Hold out against it. That’ll make it better when it finally does happen.”
“I can’t,” she cried. Yet still she tried for him, tried to prolong her pleasure.
She raked her nails along his back, needing something to hold onto.
No, she couldn’t last any longer. Her entire body was demanding release. Something inside her was shattering even as her soul started to soar.
“Yes…Hunter…yes…” She rode out first one wave and then a gigantic all-encompassing second wave that threatened to destroy her.
Seconds later she felt his body go tense between her legs. Stamina prevailed with him, and he started pumping her hard and fast. With his cock wrapped in a condom, it was hard to tell when he came. From her dazed position beneath him, she looked into his eyes as his climax eventually broke his need to penetrate her further, and he collapsed in a heap on top of her.
She felt his lips back against her. Together they shared a long postorgasmic kiss, their tongues meeting between their mouths.
“It’s been a while,” she confided to him, her voice a hoarse whisper in the dark.
“It’s been a while for me, too.”
“I don’t believe you. You’re a ladies’ man.”
He smiled down at her. When she looked into his eyes she saw something, definite affection, perhaps more. She was too tired to attempt to piece it together now.
She hugged him to her body. “Oh, all right. I do believe you.”
“It hasn’t ever been like this before for me, Morgan.”
“Maybe there’s something to be said for taking your time and not rushing.” Her lips met his for another kiss in the dark.
“Well, there is that,” he admitted. “But there’s something more between us. I don’t know what it is.” When he looked down into her eyes, Morgan was surprised at how vulnerable he appeared. This was the last emotion she would have ever ascribed to Hunter. “Maybe I’m a little bit afraid of you, lady.”
Morgan didn’t know how to answer him. Something powerful was happening between her and this rough-and-tumble playboy, and it was more than just satisfying sex.
Hunter rolled off her and sat up on the bed. He got up and was in the bathroom for a minute. By the time he returned, Morgan was under the covers waiting for him.
He crawled under them with her. His hard body felt fantastic against her as he took her back into his arms.
“Making love to you is like all I’ve ever wanted, Morgan.”
“We just made our relationship a lot more complicated.” She gave a sleepy smile because the memory of the shared intensity was still fresh in her mind. “But it was worth it.”
He brought her up for a kiss on the lips. “Glad to hear you say that.”
“I don’t know where we all go from here, but we got a wonderful evening out of it anyway.”
“One we won’t ever forget,” he assured her.
She reached down to him and brought her mouth back to meet his. He tasted like the earth in the forest outside. She wondered as she held him to her why it was that shifter men were always so gorgeous.
Nathan had been her one weakness in life. Now she thought maybe she had another one.
Morgan did not sleep, but after a few more kisses, she listened to Hunter’s chest rise and fall beneath her cheek. He was in a sound sleep.
She smiled to herself in the dark. She had worn out this beautiful shape-shifter. That idea rather made her feel proud of herself.
Even though she was tired, there was no way she was going to be able to sleep, so she got up to take
a shower and wipe the residue of sex from between her legs.
She hadn’t forgotten about Drake. He was still waiting outside for her, and she realized her evening was only half-finished.
Chapter Fourteen
Drake stood out on the deck behind the house and nursed his second beer of the night. The rain was over. Crickets sang in the air.
He had walked outside, hoping to give Morgan some privacy. It would be strange enough for her taking a new lover to her bed without a second man standing vigil in the background.
He wasn’t jealous of her and Hunter’s time together. Quite the opposite, he was happy for them and wanted it to go well. He knew his time would come. The bond he and Morgan were building was strengthening.
“I thought I might find you out here.” Morgan came outside to join him. She was wearing a towel. She looked beautiful.
He put an arm around her shoulder and gave her a hug and a kiss on top of her head, pulling her in close. “Are you guys finished?”
Morgan looked embarrassed for a fraction of a second. Then she seemed to overcome her hesitancy and nodded.
“You okay?” Drake knew Hunter knew how to handle a woman in bed, but still he worried about Morgan. She’d had so much happen to her in such a short time and still seemed fragile, and Drake felt the strong desire to take good care of her.
“I’m fine. It just felt different because it wasn’t Nathan.”
“No guilty feelings?”
“A few.” She sighed and looked out at the night with him. “But Nathan wanted this for me. However, I don’t have any idea where the three of us go from here.”
“Don’t overthink things, honey.” He turned her to face him and looked down into her eyes. He saw she was still scared. That was only to be expected with all the change he and Hunter brought to her life. “Right now I’m taking you back to bed.”
He cupped her face between his palms. They shared a long kiss. This time he was able to draw it out and really taste the flavor of the woman who was stealing his heart.
The towel was about to fall from her body. She had to pull away to set it to rights. Drake picked her up off the wooden floor of the deck and held her in his arms.
He carried her back inside the house and into her bedroom.
He didn’t set her down until he could put her on top of the bed. The towel had become an immodest mess she held in front of her nudity.
Morgan put a finger over her lips and motioned Drake to be quiet. “He’s asleep.” She indicated Hunter, who was sprawled out on the opposite side of the king-sized bed.
“Don’t worry about him.” Drake laughed. “He could sleep through a tornado, especially when a woman has satisfied him as well as I know you did.”
Drake began to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers trailed down his chest and helped him with each button.
“Do you have a condom?” Her big blue eyes searched his in the dark.
“I always come prepared.”
Wearing just his boxers, he climbed on the bed with her. They went back to kissing. His hands began to explore the delicate folds of her body.
Suddenly she tensed beneath him. He kissed her forehead and hugged her protectively to his chest. “You okay, honey?”
“I’m sorry. This is so new to me.”
He smiled and kept on holding her, but he was not going to rush their intimacy. Just stroking the smooth skin of her shoulder was paradise for him. He could perform that simple act with Morgan all night and never get tired. He would take his time until she was comfortable with more.
“I know you and Nathan had a good sex relationship.”
A wicked smile parted Morgan’s lips briefly. “We sure did.”
“Well, this is no different except there are two of us.”
Morgan rested her head in the palm of her hand. Her elbow was on the bed, propping up her body. She turned to be face-to-face with him.
The towel fell away from the sexy curves of her body, exposing the rest of the delights underneath. But at the moment, her modesty seemed to be forgotten as she tried to explain herself to him.
“Nathan was the only man I’d ever been with sexually.”
Drake brushed her lips with a light kiss. “I didn’t know, honey. I guess Hunter and I really are asking you to push some forbidden boundaries tonight. I apologize. Don’t worry. I won’t ask you to do anything you aren’t ready for. Hunter won’t, either.”
Morgan sighed and looked down at the bedclothes. “No. It’s not that. I am ready—oh God, how much I was ready with Hunter.” A blush added color to her face. She was so lovely in this open and honest and very vulnerable state. She was stealing his heart.
Drake’s erection tented his boxers. He hoped it would not scare her, but there was no way he could hide himself.
“It’s just that I don’t know the protocol for a relationship like this,” she confided in him. “I knew I wanted you both sexually tonight. I’d never needed sexual release more. But I didn’t know which one of you to invite to bed first. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. My desire is strong for both of you.”
“Relax.” He went back to stroking her shoulder. “Hunter and I are shifters. We don’t get jealous of each other.” He gave her a pointed stare. “Neither will Nathan. Most shifters share their women. For us, this is natural.”
“You’re really easy to talk to,” she told him.
Women had told him that same thing before, but hearing it from Morgan’s lips made it different.
He propped himself up on an elbow and watched her. “Why do you say that?”
“Because I’m lying naked in my bed with you. The man who I just made love to not an hour ago is lying asleep over there.” Morgan became bold and cast a glance down to his tented boxers. “You’re clearly uncomfortable. Yet somehow this doesn’t seem weird. I’m having a conversation with you like you were an old friend.”
He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her palm. “I am your friend.”
Her eyes were not meeting his face. She was focused on his erect cock poking through his boxers. “Sorry if I’m doing that to you.”
He laughed. “Well, it isn’t the first time you’ve done that to me.”
“Hey, I’ve tried to keep a modest distance between myself and the two of you ever since you moved in.”
“I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you.”
“I think maybe I felt the same way. I was just scared to admit it.”
“Then now would be a good time to do something about that.” He removed the towel completely to expose her body and threw it to the floor.
* * * *
Morgan helped to take Drake’s boxers off. His erection was so large and angry. It was the exact opposite of the calm peaceful man who sported it. The huge muscle made hard work of getting the boxers off him. At last she had them over the bulge, and Drake slid them down his legs and cast the cotton fabric down to the floor with her towel.
“I’ll let you do the honors.” Drake handed her the condom.
He lay on his back and waited for her. She picked up his cock from his stomach and held it upright.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve put one of these on a man.” The condom was extra-large but was still a tough fit as her fingers gently rolled it down the swollen muscle.
Morgan thought back to the first time she had dressed Nathan’s cock for him. That had been a sunny afternoon in Chicago, the afternoon she lost her virginity.
Every man’s cock was different, she mused as she was forced to give Drake’s a closer inspection while she rolled the rubber down to the base. Testing her work with her fingers, she found it to be secure at last.
Drake looked good as he lay beneath her. She wanted to ride him.
She hiked a leg over his waist and reached behind her to point his cock at her pussy entrance. It felt like she was sitting down on a pole with delicious warm fire inside.
The first few inches were okay. The penetration was comfortable
and nice. Then she allowed her body to relax down onto him, and suddenly she felt herself being stretched to the max.
She let out a surprised grunt that was louder than she hoped.
“You all right?” He took her in his arms and brought her down on top of him.
“Sat down the wrong way.” She exhaled. Now that he was fully seated inside her body, her pussy muscles were milking him.
She looked down into his face and used her knees to pivot her body back and forth. It felt glorious.
Her fingers traced up his chest, played with his nipples. He bucked between her legs. She let out another gasp. This one was pure, raw feeling.
Leaning down to him, she kissed his lips as she rode him. He had her face cupped in his hands. His touch was tender, but the cock probing her pussy was hard and rough.
Drake had his own unique taste, his cock its own feel as he started pumping her. She tasted the residue of the beer he had drank before coming to bed, with her on his tongue and something else that seemed to be his own flavor.
The head of his massive cock was so wide she felt as if her pussy was being split in two each time she moved down on him.
Hunter had taught her a neat trick for the bedroom earlier. Hold the climax, prolong it, and enjoy the outcome. Now she tensed her muscles to do exactly that with Drake.
She wanted to ride him all night long and enjoy him to the fullest. However, she knew she couldn’t. Her time was approaching. Also, she wasn’t making it easy on him, either, as she moved back and forth on his angry cock.
Even through the rubber she could feel his heat plunging inside the inner walls of her pussy.
Her breath started coming heavy and fast, and her heart rate accelerated. Her body felt like it was on fire. All the symptoms were there. She was about to have an orgasm.
Drake began bucking wildly beneath her. Oh God, just give them one more minute, one more glorious minute of this connection.
Then it was too late. Her body was being ripped to shreds by an intense climax.
Morgan sat up straight on Drake and took him into her depths. She threw back her head. Her eyes flew open wide, and she looked at the ceiling tiles above. There in the corner was the stain of the leak Hunter had fixed for them earlier.