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

by Anita Lawless

Taylor sashayed behind me, and while Jack and I were locked in this passionate embrace he went to his knees and peppered tiny, sharp bites over my buttocks. I gasped from the spikes of pleasure / pain his teeth sent through me.

  Then Jack dipped his head and licked a trail to my nipples. While he teased these dark pink pebbles until they throbbed and stood at attention, the lover behind me spread my ass cheeks with skilled fingers. A warm, wet tongue brushed up and down my crack, and I jutted my hips backward as I let free a satisfied, “Ummmm…”

  My hands explored my fiance back, tracing the supple lines of moving muscle as the wet heat of his mouth, his tongue, tasted me. The tip of his tongue flit into my belly button, making me giggle and sigh. His hand coiled around the base of my cock, and he pumped me ever so slowly while he sucked the skin of my lower abdomen deep into his mouth. He alternated between this and sharp, shocking bites along my groin. My cock jumped and hardened more as his teeth tugged on the soft, extra-sensitive flesh. The side of his face scraped my shaft with his whiskers and I cried out. Raking fingers through his messy blond spikes, I tried to tug his mouth to my cock, but he just flashed me a wicked smile and denied me his mouth still. Instead, his lips closed over the thin skin covering my balls and he pressed his tongue into my scrotum, swirling circles there until my sac tightened and I moaned.

  The lover behind me now thoroughly lapped at my quivering asshole. He prepared me well for his cock, poking his tongue in and out my anal canal, then changing this up with his fingers. He curled these, seeking my prostrate with an artful massage that made my penis stiffer yet. My hips took on a mind of their own, instinctually bucking back and forth to greedily soak up the bliss coming from front and back.

  Finally my partner slipped his full, hot lips down the length of my cock. I growled out my enjoyment this time, and I held the back of his head tight as I face fucked him with beastly power. His mouth enveloped me in a wet, tight heaven, and I couldn’t get enough.

  “Bend over,” the lover behind me commanded, and I braced myself on my fiance’s back as I complied. He’d lubed his cock up with more saliva taken from a willing spectator who gave him a quick suck. Between this and the licks he’d lavished over my tight, pink hole, his long, meaty dick glided in like a knife sliding through hot butter.

  “Uhhh,” I grunted. “This is my kind of bachelor party.”

  Jack glanced up at me and grinned around his mouthful of dick.

  Our remaining dancer atop the makeshift stage swung his hips, wagged his erect cock, as he approached us. He went to his knees behind my fiance and prepared him for his plump dick. As his tongue traced its way up my partner’s ass crack, my lover moaned around my penis. Pleasure amped higher from vibration and I thrust deep into his mouth, until I tickled the back of his throat. Deft fingers prodded my lover’s anal canal until he writhed on all fours and groaned continuously while sucking me off.

  The one pleasuring my lover looked up at me and gave a lusty grin. “Do you like this, James?” he asked, and I barely heard him over the cheering crowd and the pounding music. “Watch me fuck your man while he sucks you dry.”

  The cock ramming away at my ass picked up pace. My rectum stretched to accommodate the pleasant fullness. My ass, my penis, thrummed with an erotic fever that would soon burn too hot to control. While the bliss filled me and stole my senses, my inhibitions, I clung to my partner’s face, my fingers soaking up the sweat that dripped from his temples.

  I managed to open my eyes long enough to survey the crowd gathered below us. In a haze of flashing lights, they writhed and coupled and watched. Some climbed up on other pool tables to take one another. In other cases, the crowd parted around a trio or foursome that engaged in wild foreplay, or fucked like animals. Some of the guests watched us make love, stroking their own cocks, fondling scrotums heavy with cum as they did so. For a moment, as I took in this sea of undulating flesh, I felt like Dionysus at a festival full of ardent worshippers.

  Exhibitionism and sensual bombardment made me sail closer to climax. The penis pounding away inside my ass created a fulfilling pressure in my prostrate. The tingling that encased my cock grew so fierce I thought the tight skin would burst if I didn’t cum soon. I focused on the one ramming my lover, focused on my lover’s body wriggling and contorting under his own assault of bliss, and I soon came hard and fast. My cum spurt far down his throat, and some dribbled from the tip to pool on his chin when I pulled it from his lips.

  My fiance bucked and went rigid, jetting cum all over the top of the pool table. Some splashed over our gathered crowd, whose cheers only grew louder when they were splashed with spunk. The man plowing away inside my rectum buried himself to the root, and I felt his warm seed spill through me. When we were all satisfied, we lounged on top of our makeshift stage, stroking each others’ slippery chests as we came down from our visceral orgasms.

  I pulled Jack into my arms. “Who needs strippers when we have friends like these?”

  He chuckled and kissed my temple. “So you enjoyed our bachelor party, despite the rude interruption?”

  I gazed deep into his eyes. “Of course. With you around, Jack Randall, life is always filled with happiness and pleasure.”

  ***

  Bonus Story: The Wedding of Jack & James

  “So Anthony’s in jail?” I asked Darby, while I fumbled with my bow tie.

  He rubbed another dollop of gel into Jack’s hair as he replied. “Well, out on bail now. Him and that big bear thug of his. Apparently they ambushed the two strippers, beat the poor bastards to a pulp, and then tied them up behind the bar. Good thing I phoned the guy I booked them through right after we threw Anthony outta the club. Those guys could’ve spent all night out there, and Anthony and his thug left them in nothing but a g-string.”

  “When’s the court date?” Nick, Bayside Punks’ lead guitarist, piped up, walking over to help me with that damnable bow tie as he did so.

  “Not sure,” Darby said, following up with a “Sorry,” when Jack grumbled “Oww, be gentle with that comb.”

  “Karma,” I said, smiling and thanking Nick for the help. “I can’t believe Anthony went to such lengths to ruin our bachelor party.”

  Jack’s ex-lover, Anthony Cabella, tried to crash our bachelor party by ambushing our entertainment for the night, tying them up behind our friend Darby’s bar, and then strolling in the venue posing as the entertainment himself. It had ended in a fist fight between myself and Anthony. Violence also broke out between Anthony’s thug, a huge beast of a man, and Jack plus his band mates. Now the strippers and their management were pressing charges against him and his thug, and I couldn’t be happier. Whether petty of me or not, I didn’t want to see that scheming pair get away with it. Not to mention they’d beaten Jack up in an alley only a few days before this, so I enjoyed the retribution Universe heaped on Anthony’s plate.

  Darby stood back to admire his handiwork. “Ah, you look killer, Jack.” He lightly touched the top of my fiance’s spiked, blond hair. “And you could bounce a ball off that ‘do, so the wind won’t ruin my expertise.”

  Jack laughed and shook his head. “I’ll need James to help me wash this mountain of gunk out later tonight.”

  Darby waggled his eyebrows. “I’m sure you two will get up to more than that in the honeymoon suite.” Then he turned to Nick and Corey, patted Corey’s rump, and said, “C’mon, let’s give the pair some alone time before the ceremony starts.” They left the room, but Darby poked his head back in long enough to say, “You both look sizzling hot.”

  Jack came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist. “We do look good enough to grace the cover of GQ.”

  I chuckled and turned in his arms. “Maybe you do, but my ears are too big.”

  He shook his head at me. “Your ears are fine.”

  I gave him an up and down appraisal, then I gently turned us both to face the full length mirror. We were clad in black tuxedos with cummerbunds and bow ties. Only difference was my cummerbun
d and tie were white, while my fiance’s were black.

  He leaned over, murmured in my ear, “You look good enough to fuck.”

  I raised my eyebrows at him. “Normally that would be all the invitation I need, but we’re getting married in forty-five minutes.”

  He shrugged his shoulders, flashed his crooked grin, and those doe eyes sparkled impishly. “Don’t need long for a quickie.”

  I pretended to be aghast. “We’ll get all rumpled and sticky, then everyone will know what we were doing when we walk down that aisle.”

  He laughed at this. “We can be careful.” He came closer, lips hovering over mine. “Just don’t run your fingers through my hair. Darby will kill you if you mess his masterpiece.”

  I chuckled as his tongue slipped between my lips, and his broad palms glided up my back. His embrace melted me, and I molded into it as if his arms were a tightly fitted pair of gloves. My palms splayed over his broad shoulders and I pulled him closer, tasting his bottom lip with a slow swipe of tongue.

  One hand glided from my back, trailing down my abs to cup my cock. I moaned as his tongue flit over my palate, while he massaged my growing erection through my pants. My touch sought out his penis as well, and he nipped my top lip, tugging it between his teeth, as I squeezed and stroked him until his dick swelled in my grip.

  “Drop your pants, now,” he whispered in my ear, before teasing the shell and canal thoroughly with teeth and tongue. I complied, shivers running through my body as he lavished attention on this erogenous zone.

  Jack dropped to his knees in front of me. He yanked my underwear down to my ankles, while giving me a sparkling amber gaze filled with lust. I smiled down at him, and went to affectionately stroke his hair, but he stopped me.

  “Nuh-uh, remember, not the ’do.” He shook a finger at me.

  His long, pink tongue flit out to taste my glans. He swirled the tip over my hole, lapping up the stream of pre-cum until I had to clench my fists to keep from running my fingers through those gelled spikes. He gave a throaty chuckle at my obvious enjoyment. I knew he loved having this control over me, pleasuring his partner, as much as I enjoyed returning the favor.

  He cupped my balls, gently fondling them as he mercilessly teased my plump head. He sucked hard on it, wrapping his other hand around the base of the shaft where he squeezed and released, squeezed and released. My head fell back on my shoulders, and I stood on tiptoe as I tried to thrust into his mouth. I clung to his shoulders, digging my fingers into those rippling muscles under his tuxedo jacket.

  Finally he gave me what I craved when his lips glided farther down my cock, He took all of me deep into his mouth, tongue sweeping out over my balls, probing them with a few quick circles before he sucked the whole of me hard. He swallowed a few times as he did so, adding even more delicious sensation to this hot, wet bliss encasing my dick.

  “Your mouth is heaven.” I sighed, gripping his shoulders harder still as I glanced at the clock.

  He sucked faster, stronger, after this encouragement. His hand tweaked and tugged at my balls, then fingers tickled a trail to my asshole. I bit back a louder groan, just in case anyone walking by in the hallway heard me. I thrust in and out of his mouth as he varied up the rhythm, sucking hard then letting up on the pressure. All the while, his hand continued to work the base of my cock, while his fingers now teased and probed my asshole.

  He’d lubed up his grip with his spit before entering me. Now two, then three, slippery digits caressed my anal walls. My asshole tightened around them, milking them of the delicious pleasure they offered while my penis twitched in his mouth. He swept his tongue over the sides of my shaft as he moved up and down its length, and his fingers up my rectum matched the tempo of his lips and tongue. It was all I could do to bite back a shriek of bliss.

  His mouth left my cock long enough for him to lave and nip at my balls until I whimpered and wriggled. Then he drew his fingers from inside my asshole, licked them thoroughly while I watched, my face growing hotter with intense desire. His hand returned to my ass and he yanked me closer, gobbling my cock once more while he finger fucked my rectum anew. I face fucked him violently, my need to come growing all consuming.

  “Jack, fuck my ass,” I begged in a voice made hoarse from need. “I want you inside me now. We still have twenty minutes.”

  “And here you were all worried about making a mess,” he said. “Now you’ve gone all wanton beast. Not that I’m complaining.”

  He stood and dropped his pants plus BVDs with lightning speed. Then he planted a quick, hungry kiss on my mouth, letting me taste myself on his lips before he whirled me around. I braced myself on the bed in my sister’s spare room and gave him my ass.

  He flicked up my shirt tail and the hem of my tuxedo jacket, fully exposing my derriere. His hand massaged and squeezed my supple, firm cheeks. I peeked over my shoulder in time to see him dip to his knees once more. His strong, white teeth sank into my rump, and I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out at the surprise of pain / pleasure. Then he roughly spread my cheeks wide so his tongue and lips could lick and suckle on my asshole. It pulsed hard with the need to be fucked when he finished, and I told him so.

  I sighed an appreciative sigh as his meaty cock head slid over my balls. He drew the shaft up and down my slippery ass crack until I pressed backward into him, seeking penetration. He gave an impish chuckle, then plunged his full length deep into my rectum.

  “I love being inside you,” he growled, his warm breath fanning my shirt collar as he fucked me with agonizing slowness.

  “I love having you inside me.” My asshole constricted around his thickness, greedily absorbing the slick friction created by my sensitive inner flesh molding to his ramrod hard cock.

  One arm wrapped around my chest, pulling me close against him as his thrusts built in speed. His free hand wrapped around my pulsing dick, working it in time with his dick pumping in and out my ass.

  “I’ll come all over this quilt.” I gasped, slightly horrified I’d muck up my sister’s guest bed, but not really caring at the moment anyway. The fear was vacant, and completely pushed aside by intense desire.

  “We’ll buy Fiona a new one,” he said, milking my cock closer to orgasm while he rammed my prostrate until it throbbed.

  Time was growing short, so he thrust deep into my ass, cock twitching once, twice, as he came with a low, long groan. Semen jetted from my own cock, and I let out a groan, just as the bedroom door opened.

  “Guys, are you almost—oh dear,” my sister said, her voice tearing through the fog of climax and clearing my head quickly.

  “Fiona!” I rushed to stop her from exiting, while I managed to tug up my pants and BVDs. Miraculously I kept the tuxedo trousers clean.

  “I’ll give you guys ten more minutes,” she said, hands over her eyes, a silly grin on her lips, while redness crept into her cheeks. “And I expect that quilt to be replaced.”

  I grabbed her free hand and stopped her. Jack chuckled behind me. “I’m so sorry, sis.” I peeled the other hand from her eyes. “We got carried away.”

  She smirked at me. “Don’t you two always get carried away?” She hit me in the chest with her bouquet of yellow daffodils and white tulips. “No worries, dear brother. Just get your ass downstairs, and that goes for you, too, Jack.” She cast a mock glare at my partner, which soon melted when he flashed her a charming smile in return.

  Our wedding would take place in Fiona and Brian’s backyard. They owned two acres on the outskirts of the city. It was gated and quite private, so my sister insisted it made the perfect spot for our nuptials. Especially since the grounds also contained a small clump of picturesque forest. Jack and I left most of the wedding planning to the more than willing Fiona, and she did a stunning job, I thought, as my fiance and I came out to greet our crowd and take our places, albeit a few minutes late. She’d chosen butter yellow, mint green, and white for our colors. Satin mint colored ribbons and bows were everywhere, while bouquets
and displays of yellow daffodils and white tulips acted as accents. Farther down the yard, our reception tent and tables waited.

  Jack took his place beside the Justice of the Peace, who happened to be an old friend of mine who once worked at the ad agency with me. Fiona took her place on the other side of Jack. She was acting as my best woman, and I thought no one was better suited for the job. It was thanks to her Jack and I made it this far. Her husband, Brian, gave me away, since Dad refused to attend, which was no big surprise. Since he’d never approved of me being gay, I held little hope he’d miraculously change his mind in time for our wedding. Still I had asked him, simply trying to do what I thought was right. Jack thought I was nutty for inviting “the old bastard” (as he called him).

  Happy faces smiled at Fiona and I as we strolled up the aisle. Darby, Corey, and the rest of the boys from Bayside Punks also waited with Jack. Darby was Jack’s best man, and the rest of the band agreed to be ushers. It truly was the happiest day of my life, even if the flock of people staring at me made me so nervous I thought I might puke on my Gucci loafers.

  M heart swelled with pride and love as the Justice of the Peace began to speak. Everything was going seamless, until he asked, “If there’s anyone here who can think of a reason why these two should not be wed, please speak now.”

  “I have a good reason,” a surly, slurred voice I knew too well interrupted my bliss. “For starters, they’re both men, and it isn’t even legal.”

  Me and Darby and Corey had to restrain Jack when my father, red faced and sloppy drunk, stumbled up the aisle.

  “I believe you declined your invitation,” I snapped at him.

  “How did he get in?” Fiona said.

  Dad’s lips curled in a churlish sneer. “That flimsy lock on your gate? Bah.” He waved a hand and nearly toppled over. “I broke that with barely a sweat.”

  “Dad. Get out.” My sister stalked down the aisle and her husband followed, catching up to her quickly. She pointed to the side of their two story home, where, around the corner, the gate Dad had apparently broken was located.