by Lacey Savage
She did as he’d ordered, but it was J.C. who hadn’t been prepared for what that meant. Her rounded, tight ass was perfect. Smooth, unblemished skin begged for his touch. The sight of her exposed pussy, swollen and wet, made drops of pre-cum leak from the tip of his cock.
He spread her legs apart so they were in line with the thick table legs, then reached to a nearby shelf and pulled down a thick strand of rope. When he kneeled to tie her to the wooden slabs, the scent of her arousal flooded his nose, made his mouth water. He clenched his jaw to keep from tasting what he smelled. Yanking on the rope, he made sure she wouldn’t be able to unravel the knots with a simple tug.
Eve whimpered in protest for only a moment before falling silent. He quirked an eyebrow as he worked at the rope. Perhaps she’d decided she couldn’t trust him after all.
Her tits pressed down against the tabletop. He saw the creamy mounds from the side only, but the tempting areolas were now hidden from his view. J.C. instantly regretted not having lavished attention on them as he’d planned. It was too easy to lose control around her, to forget himself. He had to make sure that didn’t happen again.
He walked around her and knelt on the other side of the table to secure her wrists. She wriggled slightly but the bonds were tight and he knew she couldn’t break free without his help. He drank in the sight of her lying spread-eagled on the table.
Brad stepped out of the shadows, one hand already working at the zipper of his jeans.
“He’s not just going to watch, is he?” Eve asked. A tremor laced her voice, but she hid it well. J.C. admired her for that.
He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it, his gaze never leaving the swollen folds of her pussy. “I think it’s safe to say Brad is going to be a willing and very eager participant in all of this.”
Eve made a sound, something between a curse and a whimper. What would it be like, J.C. wondered, to be tied down securely, waiting for two men to do Goddess only knew what with you? If she was afraid, she didn’t show it, but her evident arousal spoke volumes.
Sliding his pants and boxers down his legs freed his cock. J.C. crossed the distance to the table and pressed his hard shaft against the swell of her ass. “Just like you.”
“Bad boy,” she murmured. “Bad, bad boy. I’m going to get you back for this.”
“Maybe,” he agreed, caressing her ass with his palm. He raised his hand and let it fall. The smack echoed in the otherwise silent room and she gasped her surprise. “But not tonight.”
Clutching the table legs until her fingers hurt, Eve stared at Brad’s cock poised just in reach of her mouth. It was slightly longer than J.C.’s, but not as thick, and the wild thatch of hair between his legs was a dark blond in contrast to J.C.’s deep black.
She took a deep breath, resisting the urge to trail the tip of her tongue over the small slit at the top of Brad’s dick. He hadn’t touched her, and Eve thought it was because he waited for a sign of approval from J.C.
“Brad and I work well together,” J.C. said. He stood behind her, his hands spreading her ass cheeks as his thumbs caressed her flesh. She squirmed beneath the scrutiny. She didn’t have to see his eyes to know they were fixed on her most intimate places.
Her heart pounded in her ears and arousal thrummed through her with a slow, steady beat. She wanted this. She wanted him. And if she had to take Brad, too, to have J.C., she’d do it. The man was gorgeous. It wouldn’t be much of a hardship.
“I have one request,” Eve murmured. Her lips brushed against Brad’s cock as she spoke.
“I thought I made it clear you’re not in a position to give orders,” J.C. said, landing another slap on her ass. The blow stung, but the gasp torn from her throat was more from surprise than pain.
“You’re right, though I never said it was an order. Just a request,” she repeated. “But it’s important.”
Brad’s hands tangled in her hair, but he didn’t shove his cock forward. “Give the girl whatever she wants,” he whispered.
J.C. sighed. “All right, let’s hear it. What’s your pleasure, sweetheart?”
You, she wanted to say. Just you. But she didn’t. Instead she said, “Condoms. Promise me you’ll both use condoms when you enter me.”
There was a pause as a hush settled over the dim room. Eve held her breath.
“As you wish,” J.C. said.
She heard him step away. A moment later, something flew over her head, sending a light breeze down her bare back. Brad caught the object and held it in front of her face. A box of Trojan Magnum Warm Sensations lay in his palm. Large Size Condoms, the box declared.
Eve nodded. “Good. Did you know one in four HIV-infected people don’t know they have the disease? Most people never bother to get tested, and aside from abstinence, this is the only way to ever be sure.” She knew she was rambling, but now that she was so close to having them both fuck her, she found her thoughts spinning a mile a minute through her head. Would they be gentle? Rough? Careful? Would they take their time? Would they worry about her pleasure, or just theirs? Her restraints chafed her wrists, serving as a painful reminder of what she was about to allow them to do.
“We don’t have HIV, Eve,” J.C. said as Brad threw the box back to him. She heard him open the cardboard package and tear the plastic protective wrap. She could picture him sliding the condom over his throbbing cock. A groan settled low in her throat but she bit it back, afraid it would come out on a trembling sob.
“Maybe you’re one in four.”
J.C.’s laugh held no humor. “Our species doesn’t suffer from human diseases. Our genes aren’t compatible in that manner.”
“Oh. Then why did you have condoms on hand?”
“I knew you’d ask,” he said simply. “And I couldn’t expect you to believe me.”
“Oh,” she repeated, feeling foolish. Sweat coated her palms. She shouldn’t be nervous. She’d been wanting this all week, thinking about J.C. fucking her every waking moment. Now it would happen. Better yet, she wouldn’t have to fuck him alone. That meant she could think of this as simply sex for the sake of sex, a fun romp and nothing more. Certainly nothing that could endanger her heart.
“I’m ready,” she whispered, and was surprised to find she was. Her voice didn’t shake. Her heartbeat had slowed. She took another deep breath and looked up at Brad.
Concern was etched on his features. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “Absolutely.”
J.C. brushed a soft kiss over the back of her thigh, startling her. She hadn’t realized he’d knelt. Not knowing where he stood or what he intended was going to be entirely too disconcerting.
He flicked his tongue over the folds of her labia, sending a shiver down her spine. The pure tenderness in his touch shocked her and she arched her back as much as the restraints would allow.
Emboldened, Eve nudged Brad’s cock with her tongue, finally allowing herself a small taste. He moaned and closed the rest of the distance between them. His cock pulsed against the roof of her mouth as she took the entire length between her lips. She closed her mouth and let his cock lie on her tongue, enveloped in her wet warmth. Then she released it, letting his throbbing shaft slip out between her lips. She nuzzled the hard length, licking along the deep purple rim.
Brad shuddered, his fingers clenching and unclenching in her hair. “Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck, yeah.”
J.C. sped his rhythm on her pussy. He flicked his tongue along the crevice between her ass and her cunt, lapping at the cream flowing from her core. Eve’s inner muscles clenched as she struggled to keep up with the onslaught of sensation pouring through her body. The restraints rubbed her wrists and ankles, adding a twinge of pain to the pleasure flowing into her cunt.
J.C.’s fingers found her clit, positioned just at the edge of the table. He gently tweaked the engorged nub and a sudden, unexpected orgasm crashed through Eve. She gasped and cried out around Brad’s cock, sucking it harder, deeper inside her mouth as she rode the wave of the clima
x. She felt the wetness drenching her nether lips, felt J.C.’s tongue carefully lick every last drop of cum attempting to escape down her thighs.
Spent, she released Brad’s cock and collapsed, grateful for the rope binding her. She couldn’t have stood up, anyway. Her pussy ached with contented fulfillment and her nipples rubbed against the hard surface of the tabletop.
“Good girl,” Brad teased. His cock glistened with her saliva, the dark veins protruding against his pale skin. “Very good girl.”
Foolishly, she grinned up at him, encouraged by the praise. She wanted to please them, she realized. Both of them.
J.C. thrust a finger into her pussy, making her cry out again. “Are you ready for more, sweetheart?”
More? Could her body take much more? Eve could only nod.
J.C.’s cock prodded the opening to her pussy with a gentle nudge. She leaned back into it, her heart hammering against her chest. She wanted him in her. Needed him in her.
“Please,” she murmured. J.C. got the message. He slid the entire length of his thick cock inside her waiting channel. Her inner muscles clenched around it, grasping him as he thrust in slow, rhythmic motions in and out of her.
She moaned as the feel of him made its way through every nerve ending. It felt so good, so right, so perfect.
Oh, God. Heaven.
She couldn’t even think in concrete sentences anymore. The rhythm of J.C.’s thrusts, the feel of his sac slapping against her thighs was too much to bear. She reached out with her tongue for Brad’s cock again but before she could taste him, he moved back.
“No. I have something else in mind for you.”
He moved out of her line of sight and panic edged its way into her stomach. Behind her, J.C.’s cock pumped in and out of her cunt, his groans mingling with the cries and laughter from the park.
The tabletop creaked and she instinctively knew she wasn’t alone on the table anymore. There wasn’t enough room for two people to lie side by side, but as soon as she felt Brad’s weight on the small of her back, she understood.
“Oh, God.” The words came out as a hoarse croak.
He was going to fuck her ass. And she was going to let him.
The rip of another condom sleeve filled the air and Eve waited in anticipation. Something wet and cold splashed against her ass and she clenched her muscles in protest. “Relax. It’s just lubricant.” To prove his point, Brad smeared the silky cream over her hole. She unclenched her muscles and he drove a finger inside her tight anus.
“Oh!” She cried out again at the intrusion, but neither Brad nor J.C. seemed intent on letting her off the hook any time soon. Brad’s finger slid out of her with a pop. She breathed a sigh of relief, then held her breath as she felt the tip of his cock nudging her entrance.
She’d had anal sex before. Twice, in fact. But her pussy had been empty at the time. Would she be able to endure the onslaught of ecstasy? She gritted her teeth, ready to find out.
She didn’t have to wait long. Brad’s cock slid into her, slowly at first as she adjusted to his girth. Her pussy tightened even further around J.C.’s shaft. She could still feel his gaze on her ass, now stretched to its maximum capacity by Brad’s shaft.
They moved inside her in unison, as though they’d done this hundreds of times before. Eve closed her eyes, refusing to think about that possibility. Their breathing combined to fill the room. She moaned, groaned and cried out, no longer caring whether she was being too loud, or enjoying this too much.
J.C.’s fingers dug into her hips and he increased his rhythm. She could picture his face, strained as he neared orgasm, the intensity in his eyes deepening with the need to come. Brad’s hands gripped the edges of the table around her face as he fucked her ass, thrusting as deep inside her tight channel as his cock would go.
Tears slid freely down her cheeks now. It was the second time she’d cried while on the brink of orgasm, but she was beyond caring, beyond embarrassment. When it came, her release was thunderous, pounding through her, slashing at her defenses, making her scream. She felt J.C. going over the edge with her, stilling his thrusts as his cock pumped his seed.
Brad wasn’t far behind. His low, guttural growl was more restrained, but unmistakable. They rode the wave together, flesh slamming against flesh as their bodies quivered with the final spasms of climax.
She felt entirely sated, fulfilled, and much too delighted. She wanted to see J.C.’s face, to run her fingers over his jaw, to kiss those luscious, plump lips. She wanted to hug him, to feel his body molding to hers as they lay together, spent.
Brad slid out of her first and leapt off the table onto the floor. “Goddess,” he murmured. “Taking that bet was the smartest thing I’ve ever done. Who cares if I didn’t win? If mating with a woman is always like this…”
His voice faded and died out as blood rushed to Eve’s ears. She only heard one word, over and over in her mind.
Bet.
“What…” The words died in her throat, drowned by the sting of tears. She licked her dry lips and tried again. “What bet?”
J.C. knelt and started to undo the knots holding her ankles to the table. Colors swirled in front of Eve’s eyes, intensifying with every moment that passed while no one said anything.
“What bet?” she repeated, louder this time.
“Brad thought you wouldn’t have a threesome,” J.C. said.
Her right foot was free. She flung it backward, hitting something soft. J.C.’s knee? His thigh? Not his groin. She’d have known. He didn’t make a sound. “So this was all a bet. And you won. How… wonderful for you.”
Humiliation washed over her and she jerked backward, the rope that still tied her wrists biting into her skin. Heat rushed to her cheeks. She gritted her teeth and swallowed back tears that threatened to spill over her cheeks. Crying in the throes of orgasm was one thing. But crying because of a man… or a werewolf, was another. And it wouldn’t happen. Not here, where they could see. Not anywhere. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.
No one said a word as J.C. worked at untying the knots. When he slid the last of the rope from her wrist, she jumped off the table and reached for her dress. She slid it over her head, not caring where her thong had fallen.
Her gaze swept the room, taking in both Brad’s and J.C.’s naked bodies. Their faces were masks, no longer readable. Not that she could trust anything she saw there anyway.
She bolted for the door.
“Eve, wait.”
J.C.’s voice.
She turned the knob. It wouldn’t budge. The bolt was still drawn across the door. Frantic now, she yanked at it, dug her fingernails under the slab of wood until it gave.
J.C. leapt after her from across the room, no doubt afraid she’d tell the world about his kind in a rush of vengeance. He knocked over a terra cotta pot sitting on a high shelf as he reached for her. It crashed to the floor, shattering in dozens of dark clay pieces.
Like her heart.
She tore her arm out of his grip and rushed outside, gasping in lungfuls of air with every ragged breath.
He was naked, so she knew he wouldn’t follow, but she refused to take her chances just in case modesty ranked lower on his list of priorities than the secret of his species.
So she ran.
Past lovers entwined in passionate embraces. Past the black iron gate and the two men stationed there. Past the main road, past trees, past stumps, past tufts of dead grass and fallen branches, into the heart of the forest bordering the park.
She ran, ran, ran.
Chapter Seven
Eve didn’t know when the tears started in earnest. Perhaps it was the moment she left the park behind, the exact second she stepped through the gate and out of J.C.’s world. Or maybe it was when she finally found herself alone. The press of hard, male bodies had surrounded her from all sides inside Hard Delights, and the mere sight of a muscled chest made her breath hitch as she ran for the gate.
She was glad to be away from them;
away from all of them.
Only a thin sliver of moonlight penetrated the thick foliage of the forest, but it was enough to illuminate a few feet in front of her. Branches snapped beneath her feet as she sprinted between massive pines and sycamores. She hadn’t bothered to stop and lace up her sandals when she’d bolted from the shed, and the soles of her feet had taken a beating as she ran over the rough terrain.
Her feet would heal. The stitch in her side would disappear. Her lungs would stop burning and the lactic acid igniting her leg muscles would eventually recede. But the pain that ripped through her heart with every ragged breath would still be there tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that.
Eve didn’t want to think about it. As long as she kept running, she was safe. Her emotions couldn’t flood her with shame. Humiliation couldn’t take over. She wouldn’t have to remember the chuckle in Brad’s voice as he congratulated J.C. on his win.
The memory of J.C.’s betrayal tore through her heart and she pushed herself harder. The worst part was that she’d done all of this to herself. She’d gone back to J.C., practically begging to be fucked. She’d let him tie her up. His name had been on her lips as he’d made her come, again and again and again, knowing she was no more than some light entertainment for the evening.
A bet. Nothing more.
Eve’s dress snagged on a thin branch and tore as she pulled away. The ground was softer here. She stumbled and reached out to steady herself. Her palm grazed the jagged bark of a nearby white pine tree, sending a hot splinter of pain into her hand.
Good.
More pain to take the edge off. Even as she thought it, the ache in her palm began to fade to a dull throb. She wondered briefly if scratching every bit of herself on every inch of this forest would make the pain of J.C.’s betrayal hurt any less.
Somehow, she didn’t think so.
That’s when she heard them. Footsteps echoed not far behind her, crunching leaves and branches in their path. Someone was coming after her, and it wouldn’t take him long to find her.
J.C.