Sharon’s Wolves(49)

When the orgasm subsided, Cooper pulled his fingers through her hair and reached for her shoulders to push her upright.

Jackson wrapped his arms under her breasts and held her back against his chest, his cock still buried inside her, her legs spread wide.

She batted her eyes open to smile at Cooper. “Sorry. I got distracted.”

Cooper shook his head. “Baby, when I’m inside your mouth, it doesn’t matter what you do. It feels fantastic.”

“I wasn’t moving.”

He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. “Doesn’t matter.” He cupped her face with one hand and spoke inches from her. “The feel of your mouth around my cock is enough. I almost came watching you come.”

She flushed, feeling the heat race up her face. “Didn’t take you long, that’s for sure,” she teased.

He shrugged and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “You do that to me.” And then he sat back, staring down at her before lifting his gaze to Jackson. “One more?”

She stiffened. One more what?

Jackson held her steady with one hand around her waist and lowered the other toward her clit.

“No. Oh, no you don’t. I’m too sensitive.” She batted at his hands.

“Tuck her arms under yours,” Cooper stated, his voice controlled and authoritative. Just enough of a demand to get Jackson to do his bidding once again, but not enough to insult the man.

Sharon squirmed, trying to get free. “No. Guys. No. Really. I can’t take another one.”

“You can.” Cooper leaned back, putting his hands behind him to hold his body up. “And I want to watch.”

Jackson released his grip around her chest long enough to tuck one arm under his bicep. When he replaced his forearm under her breasts, he grabbed her other arm with his hand and wrapped his fingers around it firmly.

She was trapped.

His cock was embedded inside her. Hard. As if he hadn’t come moments before.

Her clit pulsed, wetness cooling its exposed tip and making her hyper aware of her exposure once again.

Jackson spread his knees several more inches apart, forcing her thighs to widen farther.

Her nipples stiffened again as she shuddered before he touched her anyplace specific. The arguments on the tip of her tongue died with renewed lust at the look on Cooper’s face and the way Jackson restrained her. “I’m not really into this sort of thing,” she muttered.

“What sort of thing, love?” Jackson whispered into her ear as he plucked at one nipple until it throbbed under the assault.

She willed him to lower his hand to the outstretched nub. Where moments ago she had pleaded for a different sort of mercy. “Bondage,” she replied.

Cooper chuckled softly. “It would appear that you are. And you’re gorgeous all flushed and needy. You keep biting your lower lip. Your eyes are unfocused. Your nipples are amazing dark pink circles. And I can see your clit glistening with your arousal, poking out from the hood with the increased blood flow. Swollen.” He leaned forward again. “Needy. Just let yourself feel. Don’t fight it.”

She tried to focus on him, but every syllable he uttered drove her arousal higher until her vision swam. She squirmed again. The sensation was unnerving. She’d never experienced restraint. Never even considered it. It was maddening how right he was. How well could the man read her in just a few short hours?

Jackson switched to her other nipple, licking his fingers and then tapping the distended tip several times until she writhed. “Please. Oh, God. Please.”

Her pussy grasped at his hard cock, wishing he would move. Anything.

Jackson ignored her pleas and circled first one nipple and then the other with the tip of his finger, almost too gently to feel. He brushed her hair away from her shoulder with his chin and kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Sexy as hell, love.”

Cooper drew her attention when his hands moved, and she watched as he took his cock in one hand and slowly stroked from the base to the tip. The visual was so hot, she couldn’t breathe. “Stroke her clit, Jackson,” he commanded.

Jackson licked his fingers again and drew them down the front of her body in slow motion until he set the wet tips directly on her sensitive clit and lightly flicked.

She writhed beneath the contact, her brain turning to mush and her belly plummeting as all her blood raced to her pussy. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a moan came out, long and low and unrecognizable.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she didn’t have the energy to open them. Her head lolled against Jackson’s shoulder.

“God, you’re sexy,” he whispered in her ear, his voice sounding far away. His fingers pressed harder, pinching her clit between two of them and then pulling it away from her body gently. His movements were slow, calculated, intense.