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

by Anita Lawless

  While I worked his cock with a skilled hand job, I fucked him in a frenzy. He cried out encouragement and moaned as my tempo became like that of a wild beast. His anal walls clutching my penis felt amazing.

  “When you’re ready, cum in my face,” he murmured. “I want to taste your cum.”

  I bent my body over him, loving the feel of his damp skin gliding against mine. “Not before you cum.” And I squeezed and release, squeezed and released, milking his penis with deft strokes that brought him closer to orgasm. Soon Jack spilled his seed all over the quilt beneath us. He collapsed to the mattress, gasping and trembling, while I still pounded away at his ass.

  “Okay,” I cried out. “I’m close.”

  He flipped over and my cock popped from his ass. His hand soon wrapped around its girth, milking it as he held his mouth open for my spunk. I thrust into his hand and groaned as the orgasm made my glans pulse hard. Release shot through my whole body, and my legs quivered from the intense bliss. Cum spattered Jack’s face, spurted down his throat, and trickled from his sensual lips. When I was done spraying gizz all over him and the bed, he lapped the remains of salty semen from my dripping penis.

  ***

  Jack decided I needed a day at the carnival, and it just so happened that Coast to Coast Amusement had set up close to the dock near Garville Street. I hadn’t been to one since I was a child, so I enthusiastically agreed. After a couple more rounds of ardent love making, we showered and headed out.

  The sun was just setting as we hit Garville Street, and carnival lights winked on as the sky turned grey. I watched the gigantic Ferris Wheel spin, while people in the colorful bucket seats whooped with joy. It took me back to happier memories from my childhood.

  “What would you like to do first?” Jack took my hand and smiled.

  I spotted a red and yellow stripped booth. In front of it, people hurled battered baseballs at comically shaped ducks. Dad would never let me play the games of chance when I was a child. He said it was a waste of good money. So, of course, this was my first destination.

  A bearded man with sprigs of light brown hair poking from a dirty red cap handed me three baseballs, after I handed him some cash.

  “Are you going to win me a prize?” Jack joked.

  I laughed. “Don’t get your hopes up. I’ve never had much of a pitching arm, but I did knock a few out of the park back in Little League.”

  I missed every target with my first go, so I paid the man for three more and tried again. This time I hit two out of three bulbous, cartoon ducks. The prize for my efforts was a keychain that sported a spongy, smiling lemon. I handed this over to Jack, and we chuckled as he said thanks.

  Our next stop was the Ferris Wheel. I swallowed as I looked up at its brightly lit, swirling body.

  “Not a fan of heights?” He grinned, obviously noticing my mild distress.

  “Not particularly.” I grinned back. “But we’re throwing caution to the wind, right?”

  We gave the carny our tickets, and Jack led me to a red seat. The carny fastened the safety bar and we were off. When we soared to the top of the ride, I received a breathtaking view of the dock. Fishing boats and a tug clustered around it and the wharf, reminding me of tiny cream pastries with multi-colored icing on top.

  As we wandered, hand in hand, toward a cotton candy vendor, I spotted my father. Of all places! In my childhood, he claimed he hated the carnival, and always grumbled about taking us. But now I found him with his arm around a young woman, while they watched someone play Roller Bowling. The woman looked at least twenty years younger than him.

  I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. My father, ever the hypocrite. It was fine for him to sneak around with younger women, but his son couldn’t be openly gay. I was going to avoid him, but once I told Jack, and pointed Father out, he decided it was time for an altercation. I tried to talk him out of it as he took my hand and yanked me in that direction, but there was no deterring him.

  “Well, Mr. Smith.” Jack tapped him on the arm. “ Aren’t you just the perfect contradiction.” My father’s face went red, and his eyes went wide with surprise.

  “Who the hell are you?” he demanded, then Dad’s gaze landed on me. His mouth screwed up in a angry scowl. “Oh, I see, you’re my son’s friend.”

  Jack scoffed. “Not quite. I’m his lover.”

  Dad mumbled something about the disgrace of two men holding hands. That’s when Jack lost it. “You’re a disgrace, the way you treat your own son. You’re still living in the past, old man. Time to wake up to reality.”

  Dad shouted back, and on and on it went, until I came out of my shocked stupor and so did Dad’s arm candy, then we dragged the two men apart.

  “Sorry,” Jack said. “I just couldn’t control my anger. What a pretentious, judgmental bastard.”

  I laughed and massaged his back through his t-shirt. “Try living with him for 16 years.”

  Jack’s face lit with childlike glee and he pointed ahead. I smiled wide when I spotted what he’d indicated. The Tunnel of Horrors looked like a papier-mâché cave that had been shaped to resemble a yawning mouth with spiky teeth. Above the opening, glowing red eyes leered and beckoned.

  “Let’s go.” Jack didn’t give me time to say yes or no. He dragged me forward with more than enough excitement for the two of us. I laughed loud, enjoying this youthful abandon.

  We gave tickets to the young woman working the booth, and climbed in a tiny boat shaped like a fierce dragon. The boat jerked once, twice, then smoothly floated ahead into darkness.

  Jack and I cuddled close, chuckling while the loud speakers boomed supposedly creepy sounds and music. As we ventured deeper, someone lumbered from the shadows and splashed into the knee high water.

  “Blaaaargh!” The masked carny waved hands above his head and made a half-hearted attempt to scare us. He rocked the boat and pretended to lunge for us. His spongy fake claws snagged my shirt before the boat moved on.

  “Takes me back to when Mom and I used to go to the carnival.” Even in the almost complete blackness, I could make out Jack’s smile as he spoke.

  “Were you born here? In the city I mean.”

  Jack smoothed a hand across the middle of my back, then he nuzzled closer to my neck and sighed. “One day I’ll tell you, James. I promise.”

  Again, I didn’t press, just said, “Okay,” and enjoyed being in his arms.

  He placed a hand on the cleft between my pecs, but his fingers soon moved lower, caressing my stomach then massaging my cock through my pants. His lips brushed over the tiny hairs on my neck, making me shiver.

  “Should we be doing this here?” I whispered.

  His lips now hovered over mine. “You already fucked multiple guys in a bar. Is this really more risqué?”

  He had a point, so I slipped my tongue into his mouth, twining it with his own. Soon his hands cradled my head, pulling me closer. I slipped a hand beneath his t-shirt and kneaded the muscles in his stomach, his chest. He squeezed and caressed my arms, my back. My fingers moved to the V of his crotch, and I rubbed his stiffening penis through his tight jeans.

  Horniness washed away the last of my inhibitions. As I raced to unzip his jeans, my fingers shook. With Jack, my life had suddenly become very adventurous. I had to admit, I was enjoying every minute of it.

  “Thought you were worried about getting caught?” Jack’s voice was ragged with lust.

  “Not so much anymore.” I lifted his shirt then licked and sucked my way to his groin. Jack lifted his ass and helped me slide off his pants and underwear. I dipped my head toward his lap, while I wrapped a hand around the base of his iron hard erection.

  Pre-cum smeared over my lips as I took his glans into my mouth. I squeezed and released the base of his cock, while my mouth glided up and down the warm, slippery shaft.

  “Ahhhhh,” Jack moaned, lifting his ass off the seat to shove his penis deeper into my mouth. I reacted by sucking harder still, and he made more sounds of satisfac
tion.

  I caressed his inner thigh with my other hand, making my way to his scrotum, which I fondled gently as I continued to work his cock with expert skill.

  “Oh, don’t stop, James,” he mumbled. “Don’t stop.”

  I sucked harder still, moving my mouth up and down his slippery shaft faster and faster. Jack responded in kind, fucking my face at a ferocious speed. I loved the feeling of his thick glans hitting the back of my throat. I moaned around his penis, relishing in the arousal pleasing him stirred.

  I pulled my mouth away, using my hand to work him in long, tight strokes. “Cum down my throat. I want to taste it right now.” I gobbled his cock once more, as soon as the words left my lips. In mere moments, hot, salty spunk flowed down my throat. I drank it greedily. Every last drop.

  “You are very skilled at sucking cock,” a sleepy-eyed Jack said, just as light filtered through the tunnel.

  “Why, thank you.” I blushed. “You’re pretty amazing at it as well.”

  He just smiled, jeans and underwear still around his ankles. His purple cock lay to one side, still looking magnificent, even if it was flaccid.

  Then I heard someone clear their throat, and my gaze darted around to see who had spied us. By the exit, which we were now only a few feet from, a young woman in a red t-shirt and blue jeans tried to look away and appear nonchalant. But the way she fidgeted from one foot to the other, looking around as if she was too embarrassed to make eye contact, told me she saw more than she was letting on.

  I laughed softly and so did Jack. “Oh dear,” I said, feeling more heat creep into my face. “Ummmm…sorry about that. We…we got carried away.”

  The young woman smiled, blushed harder, looked at her shoes. “Oh, oh, I didn’t see much, honestly. No worries.”

  “I think she’s fibbing,” Jack whispered, still chuckling. “I think we gave her quite a show.”

  I smiled, but told him to pull up his pants so we could get out of here. She wasn’t the only one feeling embarrassed by the discovery. But the exhibitionism thrilled me too. Still, I grabbed Jack’s hand and urged him from the boat, after we came to stop at the exit. “Don’t tease the poor thing. Come on, let’s go.”

  Jack gave a wave to the young woman as we departed. She dared a quick glance and smile at the two of us, then waved back before disappearing into the Tunnel of Horrors.

  “Life is full of surprises with you.” I looked deep into his eyes and put an arm around his shoulders.

  His gaze sparkled a warm amber with mischief. “Oh, just wait. It gets even better.”

  ***

  Jack’s Betrayal

  “So when are you and Jack coming over for dinner?” My sister’s brown eyes darkened to black and sparkled like jewels. “I’ve only met him twice, and that was for—what?—all of ten minutes. And Brian is dying to meet him.”

  My stomach tightened with anxiety. I gave a half-hearted smile and looked away. “Jack and I …” Sighing, I ran a hand through my closely cropped hair. “We haven’t spoken in a week. We had a fight—”

  Fiona reached over the table, squeezing my hand. “Oh, no. James, what happened?” Her face wrinkled in concern when I met her gaze.

  “I … Oh, I screwed up.” I threw my fork on the table, shoved my food aside. “I pushed for details about his past. Accused him of being secretive, of not trusting me. Worst of all, I called him a self-absorbed narcissist.”

  She cringed, apparently forgetting her lunch too as I poured out the story. “Why haven’t you called him to apologize?”

  I felt my face flush, felt my throat tighten with shame. “I… Truthfully, Fiona? Damn pride.” I shrugged. “That and I’m afraid he’ll break it off when I do.”

  She stroked my arm, gently shook her head at me. “James, don’t take this the wrong way, dear brother, but don’t be like Dad.” I flinched at the remark but didn’t interrupt. “What I mean is…” She bit her fingernail, and I could tell she searched for just the right way to say this. “Sometimes it hard not to become your parent. You know what I mean? We pick up their biases, their bad habits, just as much as we learn from their positive traits. Don’t deny yourself love, tenderness, James. Don’t be Dad’s definition of a man. Be your own definition. Does that make sense?”

  I took her tiny hands in my large ones and gave them a gentle squeeze. “It does, Fiona. It does. Thank you.”

  She smiled and gave a sigh that sounded relieved. Then she picked up her fork and dug into her shrimp salad. “Now, after we finish lunch, I want you to go right over to Jack’s apartment and apologize to him. Oh, and invite him to dinner at our place. Maybe next weekend?”

  I grinned, knowing there would be no denying my sister once she gave orders. “I’ll do just that.”

  ***

  I said goodbye to my sister in the parking lot of our favorite restaurant, then I headed home before heading to Jack’s place. A shower and change of clothes was due. As I slipped into a clean t-shirt, I laughed to myself. A sense of déjà vu hit me when I remembered back to that first date with Jack, after our meeting in the alley. I’d stressed then, as well, about what clothes to wear. Did I smell good? Look good enough? Enough time wasting, I scolded myself. Go apologize to the man you love.

  And it hit me. Just like that. As my hand coiled around the doorknob, I took a shaky breath. I did love Jack Randall. More than I’d ever loved any man in my brief string of affairs and ill-fated relationships. I could only hope he felt the same way.

  My stomach remained in painful knots all through the drive to his apartment. His place rested on the boundary between upper class condos and middle class apartments. I would discover, over the course of our relationship, he chose to live in this area not because of lack of funds, but because he wanted to be here.

  While his band, Bayside Punks, had been an overnight sensation, they had also been one hit wonders. Only two albums later they’d broken up, and the record company dumped them when they didn’t turn out to be another successful Green Afternoon knock off. But Jack had been smart with the money made from his brief fame. He’d invested well, and he now owned an exclusive gay sex club in the ritzier end of the city. Still, he preferred to live among people who, as he put it, “Didn’t put on airs or shows. In my neighborhood, people show their true faces a lot more. And they’re honest about the masks they do wear.”

  Then why won’t you let me see behind the mask you wear, Jack? I thought, but I pushed this aside as I slid the key he’d given me into the door. His was an old, five story brownstone that lacked proper security, but Jack said he’d never been robbed. The neighbors here still looked out for one another.

  I walked into the living room, finding it deserted. Sounds came from the hallway that led to Jack’s bedroom. It was Friday, and he liked to spend Friday afternoons in bed watching his favorite old cartoons. I knew this after spending many Fridays like this with him. I smiled as I headed in that direction.

  But my gait slowed as I drew closer to his bedroom. The sounds coming from the open entrance were those of lust. Not the laughter and silly sound effects I expected. I heard a strange voice say, “Oh, yeah. You like when I shove my tongue in your pretty asshole? Want some more of that?”

  I pressed my hand against the wall. My nostrils flared as I sucked air into my lungs. My chest tightened until it hurt, and my stomach grew sicker. I inched along the wall and listened some more.

  “Suck my cock,” Jack said, his voice deep and gravelly with desire. “Ummmm…like that…gooood boy…”

  I rubbed my eyes, tried to keep my breathing steady. Anger sat like a hot coal in the center of my chest. My fists clenched and released. Before I could think twice, I let this reckless rage take over, and I stormed into the bedroom.

  A very good looking, very young, man lounged between Jack’s legs. He couldn’t have been a day over nineteen, and he sucked my lover’s cock with gusto. His head bobbed up and down frantically, cheeks drawing in then puffing out. Jack’s head lay on a plush pillow. His
eyes were closed and his lips were drawn up in a lazy half smile. That is, until I stormed into the room.

  Jack’s eyes went wide. “James!”

  “Surprised to see me, I suppose,” I snarled, glaring at the guy then at him.

  His lover gave me an annoyed, up and down appraisal then went back to sucking Jack’s cock. Jack pushed him off, however, and started to get to his feet.

  “Wait,” he said, as I turned and made to leave. “I want to talk about this. Talk to you.”

  “Let him go,” his nameless lover interrupted, and I turned back to give the asshole another lethal look, which he returned as he scooted to the left side of the bed. He grabbed at Jack’s ass as he walked by. “Let’s get back to having fun. Fuck him later, if you want. But fuck me now.”

  Jack whirled on the guy and slapped his hand away. I thought, for a moment, he might punch the man. “Look, you’re just an afternoon fling. I think I made that clear when I picked you up, right? This man…” He looked at me with such intense emotion my chest hitched and my throat tightened. “This man means something to me.” Then he turned back to his scowling fling, but not before scooping the guy’s clothes from the floor and throwing them at him. “Now, get out of here so we can talk.”

  But I was still too angry. I felt betrayed. Sure, Jack and I had shared lovers, but this was different. I felt replaced, like he hadn’t wasted any time finding a fill in when I vacated his life. He couldn’t love me like I loved him, I thought peevishly.

  As the fling grumbled and got dressed, Jack came close to me, but I drew away, hands raised. “Forget it. There’s nothing to talk about. I was just leaving.” Then I cast one last disgusted look at his afternoon pick up. “Have fun with your little friend here.”

  I heard Jack shout my name twice more before I stalked out of the brownstone.

  ***

  I was feeling particularly spiteful and rash, so I headed to Jack’s club—A Night In Heaven—for my own afternoon dalliance. If he could bring home strange men, hey, so could I. The rational side of me chided the childish side for this immaturity. Just go back and talk to him! my head screamed, but my broken heart felt petulant and refused to listen. He’d cheated on me, and I would have my revenge.