Shifters’ Captive(44)

Grant slid his hand up her arm to her shoulder then caressed the length of her back, coming to rest on the swell of her buttocks. Every inch of her flesh felt as real as its physical counterpart—more so because the sensations were beyond the physical. He was receiving the very essence of her being, the particular vibration that was her, and it was sweeter than honey, warmer than sunlight.

As the wolf moved closer to Sherrie, Grant felt his skin against the back of his hand. Was that his hipbone or his cock? Grant reached to find out and encountered wiry pubic hair and the other man’s rigid shaft. He curled his fingers around it and stroked.

Walker gave a small grunt of surprise or protest or maybe arousal. Still plumbing the depths of Sherrie’s mouth with his tongue, Grant pumped Walker’s cock with his fist. He loved the feeling of the other man’s arousal, a mirror image of his own. Pulling on the other man’s cock was almost like stroking himself. Grant thrust into Sherrie’s soft belly, seeking some relief for his aching erection.

Sherrie slid her hand from his chest to his groin and took him in her hand. She gripped him hard the way he liked and glided her hand up and down his shaft. Grant thrust into her encircling fist and groaned with pleasure.

He tore his mouth from hers and moved his lips to her throat. She tasted like joy and he recognized her nature as basically happy. Here in the astral realm, her essence glowed golden, incandescent. Grant swirled his tongue in the soft dip above her clavicle where her pulse pounded, loving the feeling of all that lifeblood surging through her veins. Stooping lower, he latched onto her tit, drawing one beautiful pink nipple into his mouth. He forgot entirely about rubbing Walker’s cock and a moment later it slipped from his hand.

The other shifter moved around to Sherrie’s front and he bent to take her other breast into his mouth, suckling side by side with Grant. She thrust her chest toward them, whimpering in delight. Her hand curved around the back of Grant’s head. He glanced over to see the fingers of her other hand threaded through Walker’s dark hair, holding him to her chest.

“Oh, God, so beautiful. So much.” Her words in his head were nearly incoherent, but their intent was clear. She was enraptured by the sight of them both sucking on her tits, thrilled by the feeling of their hands caressing her back, buttocks and belly.

After several moments, Grant let her hardened nipple slip from his mouth and surrendered the territory of her breasts to John while he moved farther south. He kissed and licked his way down her stomach and the soft skin of her groin.

Kissing a path around her trimmed tuft of toffee-colored hair, he nuzzled between her thighs and breathed deeply. The catnip of her pussy drew him. He lapped her juices and flicked his tongue lightly over her clit until she jerked against his mouth.

The pleasure of sex would have been enough, whether in the astral or physical world, but this was far more than a simple threesome. Whatever was percolating among the three of them was building a powerful head of steam.

He didn’t want Sherrie to come yet and knew she was close to it if he kept working her clit so he gripped Sherrie’s hips and burrowed his face farther between her legs. He probed his tongue inside her, stroking as deeply as he could and tasting the ambrosia of her juices. Even with her thighs half covering his ears, he heard her loud groan. The sound pushed him over. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to be inside her. Standing upright, he moved behind her and let his cock rest in the groove between her cheeks.

Over her shoulder he met Walker’s gaze as the man glanced up at him. His mouth was still wrapped around Sherrie’s nipple. Grant brushed her hair aside, kissed her neck and sucked her earlobe.

“You like this?” he whispered, making his voice huskier, his words seductively harsh. “You like being the center of attention? Why don’t you get down on your hands and knees and suck off Walker while I fuck you from behind?”

Sherrie whimpered and nodded. Walker pulled away from her tits and she got on her hands and knees in front of him. Her submissive position was so arousing Grant felt ready to come merely from looking at her. He dropped to his knees behind her and grasped her waist in his hands. Her rear tilted saucily toward him. Another bolt of desire shot through him like lightning.

John knelt facing Sherrie and held his erection to her lips. His jaw clenched tight and he watched with a feverish gaze as she sucked him into her mouth.

Grant guided his cock to her pussy and sank into her. Heat and wetness surrounded him like a humid summer afternoon, and he groaned in satisfaction. He grasped her hips, pulled out and thrust again, his groin slapping against her ass. Again, apart from the pure pleasure of fucking, power spread through all of them, compounding and growing.