Jessica’s clit twitched at his request. She warred between loving the fact he could make her body submit and hating her entire being reacted so easily to his instructions.
Had they been so demanding last night? So dominant? It was subtle. Their words were tender, but their eyes spoke volumes. She shivered, her entire body shaking. She sensed they were grooming her, carefully, cautiously, slowly bending her to their will. And it made her pussy wet. Was she imagining things? It pissed her off she couldn’t control her response to their tactics.
Without pausing to consider whether or not she actually liked the idea, Jess wiggled beneath him, flopping over onto her stomach. Charles’ legs and arms still straddled her from above, so she didn’t have much space to work with. Would these men forever be completely inside her personal space? A distance she’d kept from nearly everyone she met since she was a tiny girl?
Warm hands covered her back, massaging her neck and shoulders. She whimpered. It felt so good, as though she were a goddess and he worshipped the ground she walked on, or at least the bed she lay on.
“Your skin is so smooth, so soft. I’ll never get enough of touching you. My fingers itched to fondle you while you were sleeping.”
“Apparently, it didn’t stop Reese, or I’d still be sleeping.” Her voice was muffled by the pillow, but Charles must have understood just fine because he chuckled, a deep resonating noise that traveled down his hands and vibrated against her back as he made his way down her spine.
When his hands landed on her butt, her legs involuntarily spread, embarrassing her. What was happening to her? Jeez.
“That’s it, babe. Just enjoy. Concentrate on my touch.” His fingers dipped between her legs and into the wetness. Instead of guiding his palm lower toward her needy clit, he swiped through her slit toward her ass, and then circled the entrance with her own moisture.
Jessica clenched her butt cheeks together, making Charles laugh. “Oh, Jess, your ass is so fucking sexy. Relax.”
A noise to the side of the bed made her open her eyes in time to see Reese. He stood next to her, his dick bobbing in front of her at eye level. The man handed something to Charles and nodded.
“Do you two have some sort of secret language going on? I thought only mated couples could communicate with their minds.”
“True. And shifted wolves. We can all communicate with each other when in wolf form. But, for some reason, in the case of a ménage the normal law of nature must be different. Reese and I have been speaking to each other telepathically since the moment we walked into the school two days ago. I guess the male part of this trio gets dibs.” He chuckled. The man fondling her ass laughed like nothing untoward was happening other than a conversation between friends.
“Come here, love.” Reese pointed to the spot in front of him.
Charles lifted her torso off the bed and turned her so she was facing Reese, propped on all fours.
Instantly she found her face even with Reese’s huge, pulsing cock. Even though her mind was screaming at her she shouldn’t find this situation sexy or appealing, her wolf and her heart trumped her brain, insisting she lick the precum dripping out of the slit displayed at the level of her mouth. It all lined up so perfectly. And renewed moisture leaked between her legs.
She wanted this more than anything in the world suddenly. What would he taste like? How would that smooth skin feel inside her mouth?
Without hesitating, Jessica leaned in and ran her tongue through the moisture, lapping it into her mouth. “Hmm.” He was salty and sweet at the same time. Her womb clenched when he groaned and his cock flexed and bobbed. She made him horny, and it gave her all the confidence she needed to continue.
Imagine that. Yesterday’s virgin giving a blowjob just a few hours after that change in status.
Jess opened her mouth and lowered herself over his length several inches. She couldn’t touch him in this position with both hands holding her off the bed, and he didn’t reach for her or move his body. He simply leaned against the edge of the bed and let her set the pace.
As she grew bolder and sucked with a bit more force, Charles pushed her knees apart and situated himself between her legs. He kept massaging her ass, his huge hands covering the globes entirely, his fingers grazing precariously close to her sex every few seconds.
“God, that feels so good.” Reese expelled a breath, making her smile. “So fucking fantastic.”
When she glanced up, his head hung down, his gaze bore into her, and most importantly, his hands clenched at his sides. He fought to keep from grabbing her head, and she appreciated the gesture more than he would ever know.