Sharon’s Wolves(47)

“Spread your legs, baby,” he heard Cooper demand.

Her feet shuffled farther apart.

Jackson wrapped his palms around the backs of her thighs and pulled gently, opening her pussy up to his view and allowing him to inhale her scent. He was jealous of Cooper’s ability to scent her from across a crowded room. To make up for that imbalance, he figured it was only fair he be granted permission to nuzzle between her legs frequently.

Her legs shook beneath his hands as he closed the distance and licked a path from her wet opening to her clit. She tasted like heaven.

When he speared his tongue into her tight pussy, she lifted onto her tiptoes, her hands landing on his shoulders.

He’d tasted her earlier that morning, and nothing compared to sucking her arousal into his mouth. Her sweet and salty flavor made him long for more.

Cooper interrupted his concentration. “Jackson, hold that thought.”

As her glorious center moved away from his mouth, he nearly groaned. He lifted his gaze to Cooper in confusion, still on his knees in the center of the room while Cooper backed Sharon up a few yards toward a long conference table. Several items were strewn across the surface, and Cooper tucked one arm under Sharon’s breasts while he used the other to push things out of the way.

Jackson hauled himself to standing and followed. Cooper hopped his ass onto the table and scooted back, and then he grabbed Sharon by the waist and lifted her onto his lap.

She grabbed his wrists in shock, her eyes widening. “Cooper, what…” Before she could finish her thought, Cooper had her settled on his thighs and had wrapped his hands under her knees, pulling them wide so her feet landed on the table straddling his legs.

Jackson smiled and spun around to find a chair. Seconds later he rolled a desk chair up to his mates, lowered himself onto the seat, and adjusted the height to its lowest so he could lean in and resume devouring Sharon’s delicious center.

She squirmed in protest. “Jesus. Guys…”

Cooper had her arms pinned behind his as his hands roamed up her legs, across her belly, and back to his obviously favorite feature—her tits.

Her knees shook, and Jackson set his hands on both of them and pushed them wider.

Sexiest sight ever.

Her pussy glistened with her arousal, and he wasted no time closing the distance until he dipped his tongue back into her warmth and drew out more of her wetness. Lord. She was so tight and wet. So needy.

She moaned, attempting to lift her ass off Cooper’s lap unsuccessfully. She was pinned.

“Make her come, Jackson. God, I love to watch her face when she comes.”

Jackson almost chuckled at the way Cooper continually ordered him around, manipulating him to fuck their shared mate, earlier with his fingers, now with his mouth. Would it unnerve him to have Cooper direct Jackson’s use of his cock? He had no doubt it would happen.

Jackson found he didn’t give a rat’s ass as long as he was able to turn Sharon into putty under his administrations. Being commanded him to make Sharon writhe with pleasure was no hardship. He spread her wider and sucked her clit into his mouth, tonguing it repeatedly until she stiffened beneath him.

He heard his name whispered from her lips and lowered his mouth to fuck her tight pussy with his tongue again.

“Please,” she pleaded. “Oh. God.”

When he returned to torture her clit with his lips and tongue, he knew she was on the edge. Her breath hitched and held.

“That’s it, baby,” Cooper said. “Let it go. Come for us.”

That did it. Sharon’s clit throbbed beneath his tongue as the pulses of her orgasm took her over the edge. Loud whimpers of satisfaction escaped her mouth, and Jackson didn’t release her until she flinched.

He lifted his gaze, wiping her arousal on the back of his hand. “That was the single sexiest event I’ve ever participated in.”

Cooper smiled over her shoulder. “There are ten thousand more where that came from.”

Jackson didn’t doubt it for a second.





Chapter Eighteen


Sharon squirmed as it dawned on her that her men had her completely naked while they remained fully clothed. How had she missed that?

It seemed it would be short lived however because Jackson stood, whipped his shirt over his head, and lowered the zipper on his jeans. He kicked off his shoes while he tugged the denim down his legs. Seconds later, he was as naked as she was.

She felt the smile that spread on Cooper’s face and knew whatever he would say next would be as controlling as his previous actions. “Sit back down on the chair,” he told Jackson.

Jackson rolled his eyes. “This bossy side of yours…” But he complied.

Sharon would do the same. Any time. Any place. Because it was clear whatever Cooper said was never going to let anyone down.