Chapter Five #2
Fuck. Why does that turn me on even more? Elias said Branson had never been with a woman. Yet he kissed me. Was I turning his head? Was he waking up to what he really wanted ... both of us?
Elias tugs the towel and it falls to the floor pooling around my feet. The cool air slides over my nakedness.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmurs and draws his index finger across the under-curve of my breast, following the shape of me.
I shiver at the sensation and my nipples peak into tight little points.
“It’s a crime your body isn’t worshipped every night,” he murmurs, leaning forward and swiping his tongue over my left nipple.
I run my hand into his hair and flutter my eyes closed. “Mmm...”
Branson’s attention on us is like a hot caress and as I dampen between my thighs I wondered if his cock is hardening.
Elias moves to my other breast, fondling my saliva-damp nipple with his free hand as he sucks on the other.
“You two are hot together,” Branson says in a deep throaty voice.
I glance at him. He hasn’t moved, though there is a groin bulge pressing at his pants.
“You want to join us?” I ask, boldly. I haven’t had a threesome before.
“Not this time.” He smiles lazily. “Watching will do for now.”
Not this time. Okay. I can live with that.
I turn back to Elias and cup his face. I stoop and kiss him and again taste liquid desire and dark desperate need.
And then suddenly I’m on the bed. He’s tossed me to it and is over me. I gasp and look up at him as his weight settles. “Oh.”
“You want this?”
“Yes.”
“All of it?”
“Yes.” I run my hands over his broad warm shoulders. “All of it.”
He ducks to kiss my neck and it’s an urgent exploration with his mouth.
I arch into him and sense his erection beneath his sweats. A tremble goes through me. He’s big and solid and I suddenly need to start that climb to orgasm without further delay.
He slides down my body, his hands roaming into all of my dips and curves and then he’s between my legs, his big rough palms on my inner thighs spreading me open.
I catch my breath and I’m captivated by the hunger in his expression as he stares at my pussy.
“Do it,” Branson says from the doorway.
I look at him. He has his cock in his fist and is masturbating lazily. His lips are wet as though he’s just licked them. Is it me turning him on or seeing Elias, the object of his own lust, that has him hard and touching himself?
“You’re beautiful,” Branson says to me. “I want to see everything as he takes you with his mouth.”
I don’t reply because at that moment Elias strokes his tongue through my pussy lips to my clit. With a groan I draw up my knees and tilt my hips for more. He gives it, rotating his tongue around my clit in fast little circles.
“Oh, yes...” I fist the sheet and curl my toes. He’s good at that. Really fucking good.
Branson is breathing harder, I can hear him, and the gentle friction of flesh on flesh as he jerks himself off.
I’m sure my arousal is gushing from me. I’m so turned on. The pressure is building.
Elias finds my entrance and pushes in with two thick fingers. I groan and clamp around him. That’s where I need it. So good.
His nose is buried in my dark pubic hair and his eyes are closed. He’s working me with hard determination, mouth and fingers.
“Elias ... oh ... I’m going to...” I tense and look at Branson.
His eyes are hooded and the tendons in his arms are raised as he works himself. “That’s it, take it,” he says breathlessly. “Come.”
His words tip me over the edge and I harness the exquisite pleasure, let it hold me hostage for a few sweet seconds, and then I cry out in bliss as white-hot ecstasy circulates through my body. Elias stays with me, pushing me on, spiraling me into an intense climax that steals my breath.
“Fuck, yeah...” Branson’s fist slaps harder and he groans.
I buck and writhe, taking it all. I can’t remember when I’ve ever come so hard.
Eventually, Elias lifts up and slides over me again. His cheeks are flushed and his face wet with my girl cum. “That was fucking awesome,” he says. “You taste like all my favorite things in one.”
“What ... does she taste ... like?” Branson asks breathlessly.
“Try for yourself.” Elias grips his erection as though to prevent himself from driving into me. He shakes, clearly wrestling with self-control.
Branson walks stiffly to the bed, his chest rising and falling fast. He cups Elias under the chin and kisses him. It’s a deep thorough kiss with tongues. “Oh, my ... fuck, she tastes amazing...” Then he’s coming, semen oozing from his cock onto his hand as he finishes jerking off.
Did the taste of me on Elias tip him over the edge? Seems it did. My pussy convulses and my belly tenses with the erotic thought.
“So good,” Branson says and looks at Elias’s fisted cock. “Fuck ... fuck her, Elias.”
“That’s my plan.”
Branson looks at me. “Once he’s in, he’s in until he comes. It might feel a little strange, but it will be good.”
Elias makes a low growling sound, positions his thick cock at my entrance, and then drives in deep on one determined plunge.
“Oh!” I grip his biceps and stare up at his face. His hair hangs forward and his eyes are glazed.
He pulls back, a fraction, that’s as far as he can. Barely a few millimeters.
Branson was right, it does feel strange, but it’s so dense and heavy and his body rubs on my clit making me gasp with a new wave of pleasure. I can sense the flare of his glans. Hard and ridged and preventing him from pulling out or even pulling back.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says against my lips.
“Yes.” I clasp his hard buttocks.
Branson is watching, looming right beside us.
I have a need for him too. To have all three of us entwined, touching, seeking pleasure like never before.
But before I can say or do anything, Elias is thrusting with urgency. The power of his hips shoves me up the bed until my head touches the wall.
“Ah ... ah, yes...” He makes a low animalistic sound and then shudders and lets out a roar.
Another smaller orgasm besieges me. He’s like no one I’ve ever been with before. No way. Off the scale in all departments. Perhaps fate or Mother Nature or destiny really has thrown us together.
Elias collapses with his face in the crook of my neck. He’s heavy but for a moment I relish that and hold him close.
Branson steps back and wipes his forearm over his brow. He shakes his head slightly.
“Are you okay?” I ask from underneath Elias.
“I never thought it would be so hot to see him with a woman ... I thought I’d be jealous as fuck, but no.” He shakes his head. “Not with you, and I don’t know why.”
“I wish you’d join us,” I say and wriggle as I struggle to breathe.
“Sorry.” Elias lifts. “I forget my weight.”
I smile at him and then hold out my hand to Branson.
My apartment buzzer goes off.
“You expecting someone?” Elias asks with a frown.
“No.” I squirm. “No way, not this time of night.”
Branson sniffs the air. “I think it’s another wolf.”
“What? You can’t possibly know that from up here.” Elias sits and reaches for his clothes.
Branson shrugs. “You should have more faith in cats.”
Elias huffs and stands, dragging up his pants.
I slip from the bed and try to tame my hair. “I should see who it is.” Another wolf? Really? How many more shifters could I handle?