Fun With Wolves Page 8

  “She’s good,” rumbled Nash. “Uuuhhh, she’s good.”

  Filling himself with the pleasure of her sucking even as Megan filled herself with the thickness and taste of his erection, Nash pumped himself carefully back and forth, returning her swallows with his strokes. She fed on him expertly, teasing his balls with her fingertips and making him want her more.

  Overtaken by the sensation of her sucking him, he held Megan’s head in his hands and held himself in place, as far into her mouth as he could go. “Yeah,” he grunted loudly. “Hold it just like that. Oh, shit, yeah, just like that.” Megan kept his length in her mouth for a long, delicious moment, savoring it fully, before finally pulling her head back and resuming her bobbing rhythm.

  Nash leaned his head back against the wall with a soft thump. He surrendered to her and felt the pleasure pouring through him like water from the shower head and down the drain. Almost whimpering, he groaned on, “Yeah, suck it…suck it…” Megan carried on, feeding on him and feeding him with wet wonderment, until she sensed the aching and throbbing need in his brother and peered over and up at him with Nash’s erection still filling her mouth.

  “Do me now,” Pearce grunted. “I need some. Come here.”

  Megan released Nash from her mouth. He groaned as he slipped out and Megan sidled over on her knees to where Pearce’s shaft awaited her. She took him in as far as she could get him with one swallow, and the sound of his satisfaction echoed in the shower stall. “Yeah, suck me! Oh yeah!” Megan took him the same as she did his brother, and savored and relished him just as much.

  She pulled at his foreskin with her mouth, stretched it over his head and let it roll back. She swirled her tongue around the head and licked at the dripping eye of his member, and cupped and fondled his pouch of man-jewels. Demanding more pleasure, Pearce fed his stiffness back into her mouth and slowly but firmly pumped over her tongue, commanding her to please him and letting her please herself.

  He shut his eyes and sounded almost delirious from the way she devoured him. “Yes…yes…yes! Suck it…suck that fucker!” His mad, sexy utterances made Megan just as wild as he did. It was so raw, so basic, so sexy—so good. She swallowed him again and again, knowing she could never have enough.

  Pearce put his hands on her shoulders and said, “Stand up. Get against the wall.” Dizzy with expectation, knowing what he had in mind, Megan obeyed. She put herself against the wall between them and Pearce moved in front of her. “Open those gorgeous legs and let me stick it in there,” he said. Megan kissed him deeply and did as he asked. At once he moved into position and slid his wet hardness home, up and into her. She moaned loudly, another sound of ecstasy reverberating in the shower, as Pearce began to give her a hot, wet screwing.

  With Nash standing by, stroking his member and awaiting his turn, Pearce penetrated Megan standing up in the shower. She held him tightly in her arms and received the sharp and urgent thrusts of his upright banging, letting him prove to her once again that a lycanthrope man could give her twice as much as a human man.

  Gazing over into the hungry eyes of Nash, Megan knew that two lycanthrope men would give her twice that again. She shuddered and whimpered, welcome his hard and unrelenting strokes. Reflexively, she reached for Nash, who took her hand and began to suck her fingers, one by one, adding another madly pleasurable feeling to the wet pounding of Pearce between her legs and deep inside her. Megan shut her eyes, powerless and helpless against the things the brothers were making her feel, wishing to be their sexual captive forever.

  Pearce found the most special spot inside Megan to make her react most strongly to his thrusts, and aimed for it with the skill that he had brought to bear on countless other females, humans and his own kind. Megan, taken in the most dizzyingly pleasurable way, squeezed Nash’s hand and Pearce’s heaving shoulders and took in more and more of his hard, fast thrusts, sensing that he knew what he was doing to her. He enveloped her mouth in a full, deep kiss that drowned out the sounds of her impassioned outcries, and drilled on inside her, never letting up for an instant, until they both felt the explosion of her climax.

  Pearce responded with a mighty gush of milkiness into her. It flowed freely, leaking from her sex while he pumped her and continuing to leak from inside her when he softened and pulled out. With one final kiss he stepped back, exhaling and groaning, slicking his hair back against his head, and let his brother move into position.

  Megan howled almost like a wolf herself with the renewed rapture of Nash’s muscular and hairy body pinning her to the wall and his club of flesh moving into her from head to balls. She was hardly aware of anything except his rigid and demanding wood plunging in and out of her, his hands cupping and squeezing her breasts, and his lips sucking at her mouth and kissing her neck. His act of sexual savagery upon her was so breathtaking, so all-consuming in its power, that she could only marginally perceive Pearce sliding open the shower doors and stepping out.

  Submitting to Nash, Megan let her senses melt into a state of bliss in which there seemed almost nothing in the world but his animal kisses and the strokes of his wood inside her quivering, yielding wetness. Grunting like a beast, he hammered on in and out of her, and ultimately found the same spot that Pearce did. She wailed at the way he struck her right there, and held on to him more tightly, letting him thrust and pound her to another orgasm that made her very bones feel as if they were vibrating in crescendo.

  With a long, loud grunt, Nash responded to her climax with a new gusher of his own, spilling a thick and plentiful serving of male custard into her. It poured from her as his brother’s did, running down Megan’s thighs. In a torrid and steaming moment there were dollops of slippery white from both brothers on the shower floor at their feet.

  Nash pulled Megan fully into his arms and kissed her, long and hard and deep, feeding her his tongue. They stayed that way, locked in a trembling embrace, until the voice of Pearce beckoned behind them. “Come on out and towel off.”

  Groggily, Nash and Megan peered out of the shower to find Pearce standing naked, his man-hose dangling between his thighs, a towel draped over one shoulder. In his hands he had another couple of towels, which he held out to them. “Let’s get dry,” he said, “and grab some breakfast.”

  Nash and Megan stepped out onto the floor of the bathroom and took the extra towels from Pearce. The three of them, as playful as they had been in the shower, began mutually to towel and dry each other off. The brothers took turns kissing her as they did.

  “And after breakfast,” Pearce said to Megan, “we’ll get your beautiful ass into bed and grab some more of you.”

  Megan smiled and kissed him for that. It occurred to her to ask whether they didn’t have anything else to do today, until she remembered: this was the weekend. Saturday morning. She grinned at the fact that they had screwed her until she didn’t know what day it was. She fully expected to be this wonderfully, delightfully disoriented all the way to Monday morning.

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  Downstairs at breakfast, at the twins’ insistence, Megan wore nothing but one of their shirts, which was all the clothing she would really be needing this weekend. Pearce and Nash themselves wore nothing but the shortest shorts that she had seen any man wear since she was with Tate. They ate quickly and retired back upstairs, where their shorts and her shirt were quickly flung away and the brothers spread her out across the oversized bed and Megan eagerly prepared to submit to them again.

  The sex was as hot as ever, but it was different this time, a slower burn, more deliberate, and for that reason just as blistering. Megan lay down for them with her legs apart, and together Pearce and Nash both orally sexed her. Pearce went for her bud, taking his lips and tongue to it and alternating from licking it to sucking it to fingering it.

  Nash went for her lips, licking his fingers and stroking them up and down, bringing forth her appreciative wetness. He lapped up the wetness like a wolf lapping water from a pond, and with two fingers together he penetrated her
lips and went inside her, stroking and thrusting as he would with his man-tool.

  Bombarded by all these sensations at once, Megan squirmed and arched her back and hugged herself into a climax that made her feel as if her soul were shimmering inside her. Then the twins went to work again with what pulsed large and hot between their own legs.

  Pearce positioned himself between Megan’s thighs and moved his pole into her while Nash straddled her bosom as Pearce did earlier and fed her his meat stick. He leaned forward, bracing himself on the headboard, and drilled her mouth while Pearce, on his knees behind him and holding Megan by her thighs, did the same to her womanhood. Doubly penetrated, Megan felt herself become a mass of raw and unbounded pleasure. Pumped two ways, she grasped Nash’s hips and buttocks and helped herself to the sliding of his succulence in and out of her mouth while at the same time relishing the slide and thrust of Pearce’s eager tool in her sex. She felt filled with all the manhood in the world. She could not imagine another woman ever being more pleased and satisfied than she was with these ravishing twins plundering her body and giving of their man parts to make her happy as only they could.

  They drilled away at her until Pearce cried out his climax and poured the contents of his balls deep into her. He held himself in her, ensuring that she got every drop, and letting Nash thrust away in her mouth, until he was too soft to go on. He pulled out and set himself down on the foot of the bed, and watched what Nash did next.

  His brother, with his own moment upon him, slipped his rod from Megan’s mouth, moved back onto her, and released his own stream of thick white seed onto her breasts, coating them with his sticky, warm outpouring. He grunted contentedly at the completion of his act and the warm feeling that spread through him with his coming. “Fuck, look at that.” He chuckled at the sight of his seed covering Megan’s bosom. Megan drunkenly chuckled back.

  Nash felt cloth hitting his shoulder. He looked and saw the sleeves of the shirt that Megan had been wearing, hanging off of him. Over his shoulder, Pearce lay smirking at them, propped up on one elbow. “Clean up that fucking mess,” he said.

  Returning Pearce’s smirk, Nash took the shirt and used it to wipe away the coating of his custard from Megan’s skin, then tossed the shirt from the bed and leaned down to plant a wet, steamy kiss on her lips. He settled down on one side of her and Pearce climbed up and lay down on the other side. Once again, she lay sandwiched between them—the sweetest spot in all the world.

  Megan rested her head on Pearce’s chest and stroked his slick and softened member while Nash lay behind her like a spoon and nestled his large but flaccid tool in the cleft of her bottom. She was in total bliss. “You two are more than I ever hoped for.”

  “Why don’t you stay, then?” Pearce asked.

  “I am staying, the whole weekend, remember?” she replied.

  “I meant stay longer,” said Pearce. “You’re not working now, right? You’re using the money you got from selling the restaurant and figuring things out. So, stay with us longer. Stay the week if you want.”

  Megan and Nash both looked up into his face. He was serious.

  “Why not?” Pearce pressed his point. “Everything we’re doing is so good, why does she have to go? She can call it a vacation. Let her stay. We’ve got everything she needs right here in this bed.”

  Nash pointed out, “What about our work? We’re not on vacation. We’ve got orders to fill. We can’t get backed up.”

  “So?” Pearce said. “While we’re working she can have the run of the house. And she can go into town, go shopping, go to the galleries, we’ve got a little museum. There’s things she can do. And when she comes back—we can get back to doing her. She should stay a while.” He looked sincerely at Megan and stroked first her face, then her breasts. “Stay. We’ll take care of you—just like we’ve been doing. We want you in this bed—and everywhere else in the house. Stay—please.”

  He looked over at Nash, seeing his agreement. Megan looked back at Nash, who kissed her. “Pearce is right, Megan. I’d love it if we could spend the whole week humping you together every night. And first thing every morning. Stay.”

  Megan looked back at Pearce, who nodded and kissed her. With a sigh, she settled her head back onto Pearce’s chest and resumed caressing his fleshy hose. “You guys are the best. I don’t want to leave.”

  “Good,” said Pearce.

  “Good,” repeated Nash.

  With Megan’s attention on what was already stiffening again between Pearce’s thighs, Pearce looked over at Nash. A wordless expression passed between the twins. Nash mouthed the words, We’re gonna talk more about this.

  Pearce mouthed back, Fine. Talk later, fuck her now.

  With a nod, Nash lifted Megan’s thigh. “Here it comes again, baby,” he said, kissing her neck and sliding his boner back into her from behind.

  Megan moaned with delight again at the feeling of Nash entering her once more while Pearce’s tool throbbed in her hand. This would be the best week of her life.

  CHAPTER SIX

  The rest of the weekend passed in constant, mind-spinning sex. When Monday morning arrived, the brothers took Megan in bed and in the shower as they had done for the past two mornings. After breakfast, the time came for them to head out to the shop and get back to work. They saw Megan off for a day on her own in Rendall Glen.

  Everything there was either within walking distance or could be quickly and easily reached by one of the little trolley buses. Once she was on the bus that passed by the Maguires’ property and they had the house to themselves again, the brothers sat down on the steps of the front porch for the talk that they had mouthed about Saturday morning.

  Knowing Pearce would remember where they left off, Nash began. “So…the whole week, huh?”

  Pearce cast him a sidelong glance with an eyebrow cocked. “I know you don’t object.”

  Nash shook his head. “Are you kidding? Hell, I only wish I’d thought of it first. The way she takes it in bed, she must have been a lycanthrope herself in a past life.”

  “Which is why I made the suggestion,” said Pearce. Knowing there was another shoe to drop, he ventured, “What else is on your mind?”

  “It’s just…the thing we used to talk about.”

  “We’ve talked about a lot of things. What thing is that?”

  “Don’t pretend,” Nash admonished him. “You know what I mean. You remember what we used to talk about when we both first realized we wanted the same females, or the same human women, and neither one of us was willing to give up when we were horny for someone. It’s been years since we talked about it.

  But now, with you inviting Megan to stay the week, maybe we should. You’d probably like her to stay longer, wouldn’t you? I know you; the idea of her staying next weekend and into next Monday is going to come up. You’re not going to want to let her go.”

  “Would you have a problem with that?” Pearce asked.

  “I wouldn’t. But she might,” said Nash. “She’s got a life to get back to.”

  “What does she have in her life that’s as good as what she’s getting in bed with us? She used to have a werewolf boyfriend. All these years, even when she was married, she’s missed getting laid that way. Now she has the two of us keeping her on her back and she’s loving it. She’s getting twice what she used to get. What’s back there where she lives that’s as good as this?”

  “It’s not just the screwing,” Nash argued. “Don’t bother telling me it’s just the screwing; I know better. This is what we talked about when we first started doing this. Sooner or later this was going to come up. I think it’s time.” He paused, letting the meaning sink in. “And it’s not just up to us. It’s up to her too. You remember, she gave up that Tate guy because she decided she wanted a human life—just human.

  What if she decides we’re just a fling for her? We never said we wanted it to be anything but a fling, even if she is staying the week. Next Monday this time it could be over—except you don
’t want it to be. You know you don’t. Megan is the best lay we’ve shared in years. She’s fantastic. She makes us feel fantastic.”

  Pearce frowned and took a breath before answering. “Okay, for the sake of argument, you can sense how much I want to keep her. But we can sense how much she needs us.”

  Nash said nothing. The silence was deafening.

  Pearce went on. “See? You haven’t got a comeback for that, have you? Empathy doesn’t lie. Everything the three of us do, every time we get in her—she’s felt something that wasn’t just about the bodies. And we have too. We’re all into this, totally, and there’s no reason it should stop.”

  Now Nash did have something to say. “Then there’s an old question we should be bringing up right now. I think it applies.”

  “The question…” Pearce began.

  “Yeah, ‘the question.’ That question. Do you want to say it, or should I?”

  Pearce said it, the thing that had been raised between them before, which must inevitably be given voice again now. It was, for him and Nash, the ultimate question; the thing that could defined their entire relationship as brothers. Or change it. Or break it and tear it asunder. The question that they both feared.