Shifters & Bad Boys Bundle (Shifters & Bad Boys. Man love, bdsm, and rockstar romance. Book 1)

by Anita Lawless

  Jack licked and sucked a path down my neck, stopping long enough to yank my t-shirt up and off. Green eyes dropped to his knees and nipped and kissed my inner thighs, after he slid my jeans and boxer briefs to the floor.

  A new pair of strong hands massaged my back, kneading the tense muscles in my broad shoulders. Thumbs pressed into a particularly big knot between my shoulder blades, and I sighed as the tightness there released.

  At the same time, green eyes flicked his tongue over the tip of my pre-cum spurting cock. He eagerly licked beneath the ridge, and I jutted my hips forward.

  I heard throaty laughter as the warm hands at my back worked knots near my spine. My eyes closed and I melted like butter beneath these hot touches.

  Jack flitted his tongue over my nipple, then took the hard tip between his teeth and pulled. I reached up with one hand and buried fingers in his hair. Green eyes gobbled my thick, aching cock. I moaned, cradling the back of his bobbing head with my other hand.

  The lover at my back guided my legs farther apart with one of his own. Then he rubbed my balls with his quads, the light hair tickling my extra-sensitive sac. My balls tightened and pleasure shocked up through my groin. I thrust harder, faster into green eyes wonderful mouth, but he soon took it away. I gave a long groan of disappointment.

  Jack slipped an arm across my sweat dampened chest. He leaned in close, whispering, “Get up on the table, pretty boy. We all want a go at you.”

  My cock twitched harder and I obeyed, getting to all fours on the soft felt. Elation and terror shot shivers up my spine, made my stomach tense. I struggled to keep my breathing even, relaxed, as a combination of rough and smooth fingertips skipped over my skin. Callused and silky palms squeezed my ass, my balls, pecs, massaged my shoulders and down my back. I sighed and “ohhhhh and ahhhh” in the assault of immense sensuality.

  The Mohawk-wearing drummer ran a pool cue down the length of my spine. He parted my cheeks and teased my asshole with the rounded, leather tip. “Jerry,” I heard him say, come help me get this pretty boy ready for some big cock.” The box of condoms I brought was opened and foil wrappers were handed out.

  The man with a bald head and a face that looked as if it had been sculpted from marble walked to the other end of the table. I watch these men at my feet. Jerry gave me a smoldering glance before he bent his head, spread my cheeks with his large, strong hands, and licked my asshole.

  I sighed and threw my head back, closing my eyes as Jerry gave me the rimming of my life. Actually, my first rimming. He tongued a path from my perineum back to my hole, then he stuck it deep in my relaxing anus. I gave a throaty moan and pushed backward into his skilled mouth. His response was to hungrily lave my asshole and crack, then he plunged one, two fingers up the throbbing opening. I bucked my hips into the finger fucking as he sucked hard on my perineum. When his mouth closed around my balls, and he swirled his tongue over the thin flesh, I let out a shriek of satisfaction. These sensations were the most amazing I’d felt in my life. I thought sex in the alley was great, but this… This was a fantasy come true, and it was even better than I’d ever imagined it would be.

  The cool end of the pool cue nudged up my ass, joining those eager fingers. I breathed deep as my asshole stretched wider, my back arched farther. I zoned in on the feeling of my asshole constricting and releasing around fingers and stick, on the wet friction driving me wild. My balls were fondled, licked, sucked, and one lover tugged gently with teeth. I cried out and thrust frantically into their hands, tongue, mouths. My cock ached to be touched. So hard it hurt.

  As if one lover read my mind, a hand from behind coiled around my meaty shaft and began to pump up and down. Agonizingly slow at first. A merciless tease. Then he squeezed harder and pumped faster, as the men pleasuring my anus upped their tempo. I raked nails across the worn felt, trying to clutch the tabletop as more ecstasy flooded me. My legs and arms strained taut and trembled. My cock felt so rigid it would split. It pulsed in the slick hand that worked me.

  Jack climbed up on the pool table and knelt before me. He caressed my face and gave a sexy, crooked grin. “Prepare to be fucked hard from both ends, sweetie.”

  I eagerly opened my mouth to take his fat, purple cock inside. He thrust deep between my lips. His glans brushed the back of my throat. His balls tickled my chin. I slurped at his shaft, sucked hard as he thrust faster. Hands still squeezed and massaged my stomach, my back, my ass, while the two pleasured me between my legs.

  Then I felt the cue and fingers leave my throbbing asshole. One of the two men licked me from perineum to opening again, then spit on my hole. He rubbed this lube into the tender flesh, poking fingers inside my anal canal to briefly tease before he took them away once more.

  Light hair on the back of strong, well muscled quads tickled my ass. I glanced over my shoulder to find green eyes had climbed up behind me, his glistening, long and extra-thick penis slapped against his flat stomach. He smiled and licked his lips when he noticed I watched.

  His meaty cock parted my cheeks, and he stroked the slippery shaft up and down my crack. He ground his plump cockhead hard into my perineum, and I cried out loud and long. Then Jack brushed a hand over my face again, bringing my focus back to him. Once more, I eagerly parted my lips for his beautiful cock and gobbled it whole.

  Green eyes nudged his meaty cock into my asshole. I sighed and ‘ooohhhh’ around Jack’s penis as he did so, which made Jack moan in satisfaction. He thrust deep, obviously enjoying the vibration of my mouth.

  Another inch of the massive dick entered my ass. My anal walls stretched wide and greedily soaked in his slow, sensuous fucking. I tilted my ass higher, let my legs spread wider. One lover cupped my scrotum, giving the sac a gentle, incredible massage as his friend plunged his penis in and out of me. My whole body felt lit up with sensation. Every muscle seemed to quiver from the massive amount of stimuli I absorbed.

  I moaned around Jack’s cock again and he murmured, ‘Fuck yesss,” as I did so. He thrust harder, faster, deeper, fucking my face with abandon, and I greedily ate the cock he offered.

  I pulled my face away, not meaning to, when the lover in my ass thrust his dick all the way inside. His glans stroked my g-spot, then he slowly slipped the shaft down the length of my shivering anal walls. I gave a high, shrill squeal, reaching up to work Jack’s spit-wet dick with one hand until I had enough composure to suck him off again.

  Obviously noticing my reaction, green eyes thrust hard and deep once more, but this time he kept a fast and angry pace, pounding my g-spot with that plump cock head of his. My asshole, balls, and cock throbbed as if they were on fire with the need to cum. Another lover coiled fingers around my cock once more, and he worked me as frantically as the other two fucked me, face and ass. Soon, I was a writhing, bucking mound of bliss. I felt boneless, melting with erotic energy and the relaxation only an intense, impending release could bring.

  Someone, sensing my orgasm was close, said, “Get underneath him, Bruce. Don’t want him ruining my fuckin’ pool table.”

  And then I was thrusting into a warm, wet, tight mouth. I sighed and shrieked at this welcome surprise. My cock, my ass, my mouth, was aflame with slick, molten pleasure.

  I plunged deep into the mouth underneath me, spilling my seed down the throat my glans stroked. My legs and muscles shivered violently with the wave of release. I barely had the strength to stay on all fours.

  Soon after, Jack cradled the back of my head, shoved his cock to the back of my throat, and jetted his spunk in a warm trail that I greedily drank. When he pulled out, I licked his leftover semen from my lips.

  Green eyes pulled out of my gaping asshole and spurted cum all over my ass and back. I felt some hit the back of my neck, sprinkle my scalp through my crew cut.

  The six of them took me over and over that night, and I took Jack, as well as most of them. It was a dream orgy come to life. Something I never thought I’d experience, but I’m so glad I did. When it was all over, I collapsed atop th
e table, nestled in Jack’s arms.

  “So,” he said, propping himself up on one elbow so he could stare down at me, “was that an acceptable first date?”

  I laughed, wiped a stream of drying cum from his apple-red cheek. “It was amazing. I only hope there’ll be a second?” I felt myself blush at my confession.

  His crooked grin returned. “What’re you doing next weekend?”

  ***

  In Jack’s Bed

  I was 16 again, and a long, dark hallway stretched before me. On either side, open doorways lined this corridor, yawning wide like dark, hungry mouths. From the other end of the hall, I heard his voice, and I stood still in terror. My heart rammed against my rib cage. Sweat beaded my brow. I had to force myself to breathe.

  “James Ratherton Smith.” He only used my full name when he planned to beat me. “You have failed me. You have failed your family. You are a poor excuse for a man.”

  His footsteps boomed down the hallway. I heard the thwack of a belt hitting his palm. I looked to the left, to the right, peering in the blackness of the nearest doorways, searching for my mother. But she was nowhere to be found, and Father knew that. He always picked days when Mother was out to give me one of his “make you a real man,” beatings.

  Just as the cruel leather of the belt stung my back, I woke up screaming. Big, warm arms enveloped me, and I almost fought them off, briefly mistaking the touch for my father’s. Then Jack’s soothing voice joined the caress, and I settled into his strong embrace.

  “You okay?” He spoke softly, and I curled tighter against his chest.

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” I sighed into the fine hair peppering his pecs. “Just a nightmare.”

  “What about?”

  I looked at him, gave a shaky smile, looked away. “My father.”

  He cupped my chin, tugging at it to make me gaze into his eyes again. His grin was compassionate. “So…what’s the deal with your father?”

  “In his world, it’s quite simple.” I sighed. “If a man is gay, he’s not a man.”

  Jack gave a disgusted scoff and rolled his eyes. “He’s stewing in prejudice, if you ask me. And who decides, exactly, what makes a ‘real’ man and what doesn’t?”

  I kissed him quickly, glad for his comfort, his nearness. “You couldn’t be more right. Dad left the real world a long time ago. For him, it’s still 1965, and he’s still a young sergeant in the military. Anyone who doesn’t live by his lifestyle rules is wrong.”

  We talked some more of my childhood, but when I gently asked questions of Jack’s life, he evaded the topic. I let it go. If he wasn’t comfortable sharing that side of himself yet, I respected that. I couldn’t know what he’d been through in his past. Maybe the memories just cut too deep to bring to the surface.

  After our adventure with his band mates in the bar, I was still somewhat inebriated—both on liquor and a multiple orgasms high. Jack offered to share a cab ride home, and we ended up talking then making out in the back of the vehicle, but the cab driver barely seemed to notice. Jack invited me to come back to his place for a little more fun. We fell asleep in each others’ arms, and I hadn’t stirred again until the nightmare woke me now.

  “I don’t blame you for leaving home when you were 16,” he said, rising from the bed long enough to grab a small tin can he keep his weed and rolling papers in.

  I took a deep drag, after he offered me a rolled joint. “Can I tell you something?” I coughed and looked at him. His eyes were all warm brown compassion, and he nodded for me to continue. “I felt so betrayed by both my parents back then. You see, Mom sent me to live with my uncle after Dad caught me with another boy. He beat me so bad that time, she came home and found me bloody and collapsed in the foyer.”

  Jack reached out and squeezed my shoulder, then caressed it, when I paused. “You don’t have to tell me if it hurts too much, but if you need to I’m all ears.”

  I thanked him and laid my hand over his, enjoying his warmth, his nearness, once more. “Thank you.” I took another long drag, closed my eyes, and let the THC calm me before I spoke again. “Even after all that, after he landed me in the hospital that time, she wouldn’t leave him. She told me I had to understand that she’d barely worked a job in her life, and had little idea how to fend for herself. Plus, she had Fiona to care for.” A lump in my throat made me pause once more to clear it. “I told her I understood, but I felt so betrayed. Fiona threatened to leave and come live with me and uncle. Thankfully, Dad never laid a hand on my little sister.”

  When I was done, Jack inched across the quilt, placed his hip against mine, and wrapped his arm around my sagging shoulders. “I’m sorry you had to go through all of that.” He lightly brushed a finger over my bottom lip. “Where’s your mom now?”

  My gaze met his, and his face went blurry beneath a sheen of tears. I blinked hard to clear them and looked down at the bed. “Mom passed away three years ago. Brain aneurysm. Fiona didn’t even want to invite Dad to the wedding, but I told her to. I didn’t want him making her life hell when he found out later.”

  Jack smiled wide, shook his head at me. “Too bad about your mom. You are one caring man, James. Seems you often put others before yourself.”

  I blushed, shrugged. “Just my way, I guess.”

  He cupped both sides of my face, drew me close for a kiss, but not before he said, “Don’t forget about your well being. You’re important too.”

  But my response was swept away by his tongue slithering seductively across my lips. It danced with my own tongue as I moved closer to him. My hands slid up his toned lats then curled around his back. I guided him closer to my lips, my body, with an urgent embrace. How could I feel like I’d known this man forever, when I’d known him less than a week? The familiarity, the fireworks chemistry, thrilled and terrified me.

  Jack pushed me back on the mattress, plush with pillows and a light spring quilt. His lips moved to the side of my face, kissing and licking, then to my ear, where he nibbled and swirled his tongue in the canal. I moaned and dipped my head to his neck, where I bit little pieces of skin then sucked on his flesh. Jack stroked my pecs, traced the muscles in my stomach as his hand moved lower. His hand coiled around my growing erection just as my fingers encircled his. We pumped our hands up and down each others’ stiffening cocks, while our fingers explored the contours and curves of each others’ chests, arms, backs.

  I sighed into his mouth as we kissed again. That sigh became a moan as he played with my balls, gently probing the tender flesh with his skilled touch, squeezing it just enough to send sensation shooting to the tip of my dick.

  Growling low in my throat, I pinned him to the bed, intent on going down and pleasuring him thoroughly. But he stopped me, laid me back down, and held me there by the shoulders while he grinned. “No.” His eyes shone. “My turn to suck your cock.”

  The protest died in my throat as Jack kissed and tasted me, inching closer to my throbbing penis. Then his hot, damp mouth closed over my glans. He slurped at the head, rubbing his tongue into my sweet spot, right below my pre-cum spurting hole. When I moaned loud and long, shoving my cock into his face as I arched my hips up, he deep throated me. He held my cock down his throat for as long as he could, which felt beyond sublime. Closing my eyes, I buried my hands in his messy blond hair, while his lips glided up and down my shaft.

  “That feels so incredible,” I whispered. My words became groans as Jack pressed his tongue into my scrotum, laving the sensitive flesh while he rapidly worked my cock with his strong grip.

  Then, without warning, his mouth left me. The bed bounced and springs squeaked as he went to grab a condom. Before I could utter a sentence, he was back, kissing me and pressing me into the pillows. He expertly guided the thin rubber sheathe down his shaft while still exploring me all over with lips, teeth, and tongue.

  He pulled away, leaving me gasping, then straddled me. He’d brought a jar of lube with him. Turning, he offered the jar to me, while he spread his cheeks wide
to expose his puckered, pink asshole.

  “Get me ready for your cock,” he commanded. “Lube me up. Fuck me hard with your fingers and dick.”

  He only had to ask once. I smoothed my hands over his hard ass. It was well muscled but still ripe, lush, like a rounded fruit. I tickled up and down his crack, and he moaned, begged, for me to slide fingers in, quit tormenting him. I chuckled, leaning forward so I could first taste his sweet hole before I fucked it. My tongue poked into his tight anal canal, making him squirm against my face.

  “Fuck me now, James.” His voice was a guttural snarl, but I denied him still. I drew lazy circles around his quivering anus. When he shoved his ass into my face once more, I gave him what he craved, shoving two lube-slippery fingers far up his asshole. He arched his back deeply and called out, “Damn, yesss,” as my eager touch fucked him in a sensuous rhythm.

  Soon my cock ached to fuck him. He slammed backward hard into my fingers, and my need grew with his enthusiasm. I was on my knees behind him, slathering lube up and down my twitching shaft, before I knew it. Jack cast a glance over his shoulder at me, and when he saw I was getting ready to fuck the ass off him, he gave a wide grin full of teeth.

  I slid my plump cock deep into his ass, wrapping it in heavenly, tight pleasure. Jack threw his head back, arched his back deep, and jutted his ass higher in the air. He let out a satisfied “Ahhhhh,” obviously enjoying my long, sensuous strokes. His ass fit me like a second skin, a tailored glove.

  I gripped his hips, splaying my fingers over his smooth, tanned skin. My upper legs brushed against his ass, and my balls slapped against his, as my thrusts grew faster. Sweat beaded our bodies, making our skin slick.

  One hand slid down Jack’s hip and over the cleft where leg met groin. I wrapped my hand around his cock and began to pump my strong grip up and down.