Jessica's Wolves(26)

"Please … " The word sounded foreign. I'm begging.

"That's it, baby. We want to hear you. Tell us what you need." Charles  licked across her nipple, or more like flicked his tongue over the  distended point.

He switched back and forth between the two breasts in rapid succession,  his tongue wreaking havoc with her scrambling brain waves. There was no  pattern. Sometimes one nipple got two or three licks, sometimes one.

Meanwhile, Reese continued to breathe across her wide-open sex. When he  suddenly blew on her clit from a very short distance, she nearly came  undone.

"Please … " Had that word even come out right? It sounded garbled.

"Please what?" Reese hovered directly over her. He wouldn't give her an inch.

"Please  …  suck  …  me."

"Here?" Charles sucked a breast into his wide mouth, devouring her for  the first time, changing the course of his delicate actions.

She groaned and realized as he let go with a pop her lips were open and dry. She licked them, her tongue circling her mouth.

"Oh, baby. I can't wait to have that tongue circling my cock like that."  Charles sucked her other breast into his warmth just as fast as he had  the first, overloading her senses.

When he pulled off this time, she was nearly writhing. Her damp chest ached with need. God, somebody please fuck me already.

Charles chuckled. "Not yet, babe. Not yet. First we want you to come hard and long while we watch."

Renewed heat suffused her face. She had to remember to curtail her thoughts.

"We love your uninhibited sexy thoughts. So pure." Reese blew across her heated skin. "Come, Jess. Come for me."

Jessica panted. She was so close. Other than holding her firmly with his  fingers, no one was moving. She craved more stimulation. Charles blew  across her wet chest. Reese blew across her soaking sex. Then the damn  man used his thumbs to pull her lower lips open. He held them wide apart  and puffed on her pussy. Quick, sharp breaths that frustrated her to no  end.

Abruptly, as though choreographed, Charles plucked both nipples with his  fingers while Reese plunged into her core with his tongue.

Jessica shot off. She screamed. Her walls grabbed Reese's tongue and milked him as though she could suck him in farther.

She tugged on her arms to no avail. They were efficiently secured.

Before Jess was even close to being done contracting, Reese crawled up  her body and thrust into her. She gasped. Her channel, still grabbing  for something, latched onto his cock and continued, pushing her into  another orgasm.

Reese wrapped his hands around Jess, right under her shoulders, his  thumbs landing in the suddenly erogenous zone of her armpits. He  devoured her mouth, his tongue plunging into her and tasting every  corner while he rocked against her body, never fully releasing his cock  from her grip.

Jessica wrapped her legs around Reese's hips, hugging him with all her  strength. She needed this. Needed the contact. Even after the intense  orgasm she'd barely come down from, she craved the pressure of her  mate's body smothering her own, pounding into her, taking everything she  offered.

Reese moaned into her mouth, the vibrations sending a shiver up her arms.

God, how she wanted to wrap her fingers around his head. Tangle them in his hair.

She was at his mercy. His pace. His game. And the idea shot her libido up a notch, even now.

"Gonna pull out, love." Reese nibbled her lower lip as he spoke, held  himself rigid inside her for another moment, and then jerked from her  center to come across her stomach.

Thank goodness one of them was thinking clearly. A wolf could only have  sex so many times while in heat before the odds would be against them.  If she made it through the week without getting pregnant, it would be a  miracle.

"Sorry." Reese kissed her face, a line of wet lips that stretched from one ear to the other.

Jess fought to catch her breath.

"I need some of that too."

Oh, God. Charles. His voice rang sharp from her left. He'd been  watching. How could she have forgotten? So engrossed in the moment.  Geez.

"If you forgot me," he chuckled, "I'll be happy to remind you now."

"It's not that I forgot you, big guy. I was just a little preoccupied. And for some reason, I have no brain cells."

"Let me see what I can do about that."

Reese peeled himself off her, leaving her bereft of his touch. "Hang on."

In two breaths, he was back, wiping her body with a warm, damp cloth that must have materialized from thin air.

"Untie me?" She didn't want to beg, and she didn't want to sound like she was commanding them, or they'd never let her go.

No one spoke, but deft hands quickly released her wrists from their  confinement and rubbed them gently to get the blood flowing again.

"Pulling the mask off. Close your eyes." Charles lifted the soft  material from her face. Thank goodness for the warning. The light in the  room was blinding after so long a deprivation.

Blinking and squinting, it still took a while for her to see.

Jessica was mush, so limp she couldn't move a muscle. She wasn't even  embarrassed to realize she lay there splayed out before the men's  perusal like a feast, her legs still spread wide beneath their gazes.

"So beautiful. If I could paint … " Charles caressed her up one arm and  down between her breasts, his fingers mere feathers against her skin. He  stood next to the bed leaning over her.

"Suppose we could find an artist to do a nude for us?" Reese questioned.

Jessica gasped, her legs drawing together and her hands fluttering down to cover her breasts. "Are you kidding? No fucking way."

Both men chuckled.

"We wouldn't share your body with anyone, love, even if it was just to  look and not touch." Charles gazed at her, all serious now. "You're  ours. No sharing."

Jessica leaned back into the mattress. Thank God. She glared at both men  to make sure they had seriously been kidding, not testing her.

Reese added his thoughts. "Honey, if I had to sit and watch some man's  face cloud over with lust while painting you, I'd probably shoot him  just to erase the image of his lust."
                       
       
           



       
A glance at Charles showed the same sentiment on his serious face,  furrowed brows that indicated he agreed. Her gaze traveled down his body  until it landed on his cock, bobbing in front of him, reminding her  he'd not had any release yet.

Jessica leaned on her elbows to get a better look at Charles' perfect  frame. Muscles bulged across his pecs and down his arms. His chest rose  and fell with deep breaths amplified in the silence of the room. The air  stood still.

She glanced at his face. His expression gave away nothing. Solid. Not a  smile or a frown. His gaze was steady. And his mind was closed.  Naturally he'd had more practice than her at hiding his thoughts. In  wolf form he'd had to communicate with his brothers and other family  members all his life.

She was the newbie here.

Jess licked her lips and turned to crawl across the bed in his  direction. Suddenly she needed to taste him. Both men had devoured her.  She'd not had the luxury yet of taking Charles into her mouth. No better  time …

Charles grabbed the edge of the bed as she climbed across. She smiled,  but kept her gaze peeled to the engorged flesh in front of her pleading  to be taken into her mouth.

Two can play at this game. Instead of grabbing Charles and sucking him  deep into her warmth, she held back and didn't even touch him. In fact,  she blew across the mushroom-shaped head that dripped with precum.

Charles flinched and moaned deep and long. "That's not fair."

A sarcastic chuckle escaped her lips, and that was all the answer she gave to his little mind communication.

These mates of hers may have sent her sailing through the heavens with  their sex games, tying her up and torturing her sensitive flesh until  she came, screaming into the darkness, but payback was a bitch. And she  intended to give as good as she'd taken.

With a teensy flick of her tongue, she glazed over the drop of fluid on  the tip of Charles' cock. He jerked. Bless his ability to hold steady.  He did not wrap his hands around her head and drag her into his groin as  she'd expected. Instead, he white-knuckled the mattress with both hands  and waited.

"You liked that?" Jessica glanced at his face, blinking as though she could pull off "coy."

A growl escaped his mouth, and he gave no comment.

Jess resumed her course, dragging her tongue from the base to the tip.  She remained poised on all fours in front of him, only marginally  registering the position she was in left to the perusal of Reese. Her  breasts swayed.

Jess blew across Charles' head again and then swirled her tongue around  the bulb, watching the reaction. His cock twitched. It pleaded with her  to suck it into her mouth and put it out of its misery.

This was her second blowjob. She wasn't as hesitant as she'd been with  Reese. More like nervous about pleasing him than anything else. Many  women had sucked this cock, and she couldn't even begin to measure up at  this stage of the game.