Cade (Alexander Shifter Brothers Book 2)

by Selina Coffey

  Clint pulled away and asked me straight out. No messing, no subtlety. “Are you feeling horny now Jayne?"

  "Fuck yes," I replied.

  Clint never replied. He just got up from the sofa, smiled and left the room.

  I was alone for no more than a few seconds, not enough time to rethink my answer. Pondering over the enormity of my decision, and the incomprehensible sense of excitement I felt, one of the doors leading to the lounge area opened. The gang members entered the room one by one. Not a word was spoken as they walked over to where I was sitting. They were naked from the waist up. Inked arms and chests, toned and muscular arms. Defined muscles hard, protruding from their chests glistening in the light of the candles illuminating the room. I showed no sense of fear. Rather a sense of pure untapped excitement. No words were spoken. None were needed.

  They were all wearing jeans, with black leather belts fixed with chrome belt buckles. A familiar scent of engine oil mixed with sweat wavered all around as they stood over me. I looked up into the face of one of them, then averted my eyes to his waist. My hands moved to eagerly undo his belt buckle. The metal button at the waist of his jeans popped open silently. I couldn't help but notice the bulge behind the other buttons leading down to his crotch. My hands were shaking with anticipation as they made their way down, pausing to undo each button, and feeling his hardness under my fingers. Undone, his jeans began to drop from his waist and rest on his hips. I could see the top of his boxers now. Black cotton with an elastic waistband. The front of them stretched and straining with the hardness of his cock waiting to be released. I felt myself shiver; my throat was dry, my hands shaking as I pulled the waistband away from him. I was torn between looking back up and into his eyes, and continuing to stare at his groin. I opted for the latter, as my hand moved inside his waistband and down inside his boxers. The heat from within was electrifying and with a quick downward pull, I freed his cock. I spent a second, maybe three or four, just staring as his erect cock, now pointing at me as if to say, "You Jayne, yes I want you." I closed my hand around it, feeling it pulse and twitch at my touch. This time I did look up at him. Seeking consent in his eyes, I started to run my hands slowly up and down his hard shaft. And I loved, became lost in every inch of it.

  Suddenly, I became aware of the unmistakable metallic sound of another metal belt buckle being undone to my left. Finding it hard to avert my gaze away from the hard cock slowly being worked with my right hand, my curiosity got the better of me and I turned my head in the direction of the sound. Metal buttons were being pulled apart, and jeans were anxiously being pulled down. Blue boxers following with lightning speed. I took a deep breath as another cock, slightly larger than the first, sprung into view. I reached out and took it running my thumb over the tip as I gently squeezed it. Standing in front of me was the other biker. He was naked to the waist, but he had made no attempt to present me with his cock. Instead, he reached out and grabbed my arm. Unsure what his intentions were, he pulled me forward from the sofa. Not hard, nor in a forceful manner. Just guiding me. He wanted me on the floor. I shuffled off the sofa, not wanting to release my grip on either of the cocks being worked in my hands. After I had wriggled to the rug in the center of the room, I sunk to my knees. The cocks on either side of my face were closer now. I could tell from the occasional sigh and the look on their faces that they were enjoying my hot hand running up and down their hard cocks.

  I felt a biker, the one that guided me onto my knees, standing behind me. Tilting my head backward and to the side I looked into his dark-blue eyes, feeling his rough hands on my shoulders. With one swift coordinated movement, he was tugging at the shoulder straps of my dress and pulled them off my shoulders. I knew what was expected of me, and I reluctantly released my grip on the cocks in each hand for a second and pulled my arms out of my dress, now draping down, unable to fall down fully until it was pulled over my tits. My hands eagerly returned to the two cocks as I continued to work their length, hypnotized by their full balls, swinging from side to side. Hands from behind me tugged my dress down and helped it over my tits to reveal my black lacy bra. My nipples were like bullets demanding to be released, pressing against the lace material. With a swift action, I felt hands undo the catch on my bra. It unclasped the first time, and I sighed as my creamy 44D tits were freed. Quickly, pausing from my task, I pulled the straps down over my arms and threw my bra on the floor. My tits were aching for attention, my nipples demanded relief and to be squeezed.

  Hands were once again on my shoulders, this time pulling me backward. They wanted me on my back. I leaned back letting my tits fall to the side. The bikers whose cocks I was eagerly working knelt down. One either side of my face. I decided that if they wanted to enjoy my mouth, I would not complain. Then as if able to read my mind, the cock to my right was presented to my lips. Looking into his eyes, I opened my mouth, just enough so I could feel the sensation on my lips of his hard sticky cock sliding in. I let out an anxious groan as for a moment, I couldn't find the other cock I had been enjoying. I needn't have worried as it was placed back in my hand almost immediately.

  I was startled and opened my eyes and saw a third body about to climb onto me. Shit, I thought. He is going to fuck me. That wasn't allowed! I may not have actually complained if he did. My knickers was soaking. My juices were pouring out of me; I could feel the warm sticky liquid running down my thighs and onto the rug. I managed to look forward, my mouth filled with cock sliding back and forth. The third biker, naked, was sitting astride me, his cock in his hand glistening in the candle light. Holding his cock, he rubbed the tip over my nipples. I gasped at the sensation when his sticky pre-cum dripped from him and covered my nipples. He then reached for my tits and pushed them together with his huge hands before sliding his sticky cock between them, fucking them.

  It was the cock sliding between my lips, brushing against the back of my throat that was first. I could feel a sudden sticky salty taste in my mouth mixing with my saliva as hands held my head as if to steady me. I felt his body tense and his movements more purposeful. I knew he was close to cumming. My free hand moved to hold his firm arse, squeezing it as if to re-assure him. Deep, long strokes now, I could feel his balls slapping against my chin at each thrust forward. His head flew backward, a picture of pure relief on his face as I felt the first jet of his hot creamy cum hit the back of my throat. His cock went into spasm in my mouth as burst after burst of his salty cum filled my mouth. Too much, I struggled for breath. I had to open my mouth and allow his cum to run out of my mouth. He pulled his cock from my mouth, my saliva and his cum in a sticky cocktail dripping from the tip. This scene must have pushed the cock I continued to work with my left hand over the edge. He pulled away from my hand, preferring the power and rhythm of his own hand for his climax. I looked into his eyes and cupped his balls with my hand. His face started to contort, his back arched.

  "Cum for me." Was all I could mutter.

  It did the job. He knew what he wanted. Knew where he wanted his cum. He angled his hips towards my face. I instinctively closed my eyes, just as the sensation of his thick cum shooting from the tip of his cock hit the side of my face. He appeared to shake, struggled for breath as jet after jet of his hot cum covered my face, my hair, my neck. I was covered, cum dripping off me, and it felt so fucking good.

  I had no time to pause. The cock between my tits was getting close now. I had two free hands now, so I squeezed my tits together to increase the sensation for him. Faster and faster his cock slid between my tits, the weight of his cum filled balls slapping into the bottom of my tits at the end of each thrust. His eyes closed, and his body stiffened. Any moment now. The first splash of hot cum took me by surprise, and most of it landed in my open mouth. He pulled his cock away quickly and continued to work the cum out of it with his hands, covering my tits with it. The heat from his sticky cum even hotter than the heat coming from my nipples. He continued to work every last drop out of his hard cock.

  They all stood arou
nd me, empty, drained and satisfied, sweat pouring down their bodies. There was a smile on each of their faces. Then, almost simultaneously they uttered their first words to me. Words that I had been waiting to hear from them. Words that would change my life forever.

  "Thank you Jayne." They paused. “And welcome."

  With that they walked together back through the door they had entered the room from. My body was on fire. I needed relief so much. I lay back a second, exhausted. I had been on the edge of orgasm for hours. I was tempted to slide my hands down and see to myself. The ache between my legs had turned to what felt like a throbbing pain. If I didn't cum myself soon I was going to explode. My thoughts were interrupted by a door opening off the room. It was Clint.

  Chapter Four

  Clint's eyes were burning into me as I pulled myself off the rug. I hoped I had pleased him too.

  "Amazing Jayne." He uttered.

  "Thank you, I hope the boys liked it. I know I did!" I replied, and suddenly an obvious thought occurred to me. "Were you watching?"

  "Watching isn't exactly the right word Jayne. Go freshen up. I will explain later."

  He closed the door. I pulled up my dress and headed through the door I guessed was a bathroom. I was correct. A sparse room, also lit by a candle, containing a toilet, sink and bath. Needing answers quickly, I dismissed the thought of a long deep bath and used the sink to wash my face and tits and rinse my mouth. I discarded my knickers, sodden, wringing wet and uncomfortable. They were no longer keeping the flowing volume of juices from escaping inside me. I threw them in a heap in the corner. Wearing just my dress, still sticky and damp in places where the gang’s cum had dripped onto it, I made my way to Clint's room.

  Unsure if I should knock, I hesitated at Clint's door for a second.

  "Come in Jayne." Clint's voice was muffled and slightly distorted by the door.

  I opened the door and walked in. Again a single candle just managed to light the room. This was another sparsely furnished room, consisting of just the bare essentials. A bed, wardrobe and a chair. Clint was casually laying on the bed looking up at me. His naked torso, muscular and inked.

  "Well, you have won the boys over Jayne." He announced with a smile across his face.

  "I should hope so." I replied, still tasting cum in my mouth.

  "I guess you are feeling a little confused Jayne." Clint started, stating the obvious.

  "That is a bit of an understatement. Yesterday I was your typical, boring suburban wife, with a husband to care for," I began. "Now I feel like a slut the biker gang used for pleasure. What has happened to me, Clint?"

  A moment of concern crossed Clint's face. "Nothing has happened to you, Jayne. Nothing that you didn't want to happen to you. Have you been forced to do anything against your will? Do you want to return to your old life? It can be arranged you know."

  "That person. On the floor in there, nearly gang banged," I started. "That's not the me from yesterday. Maybe in my fantasies I desired to be treated like that every now and again. But this is real life!"

  "Real life Jayne! What is real life? This is real. Different to yours, but real all the same." A look of compassion, verging on kindness crossed Clint's face as he continued.

  "I," Clint heisted. "We were robbed of the one thing that bound the group together. Taken away from us by some small-town redneck bastard. For years, we have sought revenge on Haverford. Searching for the girl to bind the gang together again. Not any girl. You, Jayne! We have been searching for you!"

  My voice started to raise a little. "What happens six months down the line when you think I am no longer that girl? Do I end up dead in a ditch somewhere like the others?" I was a little scared now.

  "Nobody ends up dead Jayne. Well not in the way you understand. They are walking around today. New lives, fresh starts." Clint was trying to ease my concerns.

  "But why me? I still don't understand. I am plain Jayne, the large girl with the big boobs. And why do I sense you have some power over me? I don't think I could refuse you even if I wanted to." I replied, dozens of questions racing through my mind.

  "Again, the power is coming from you Jayne. All we do is guide it." Clint explained as though it answered everything.

  I walked over to the bed where Clint was now lying back, propped on his elbows.

  "What if I change my mind and want out Clint?" I looked into his eyes seeking some comfort.

  “Unfortunately, there is no going back to the life you led yesterday. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity." Clint replied.

  "I have a husband. A shit one maybe, but a husband all the same." I paused, waiting for a response that didn't come, so I continued. "Do you really expect me just to give up everything and start over?"

  "I expect you to do what your heart is telling you to do Jayne," Clint replied. “I know your heart is telling you to stay with us forever. You just have to listen to it."

  "Forever is a long time Clint." My mind was nearly made up.

  "A very, very long time Jayne." Clint smiled, a flash of his perfect teeth lit by the candlelight.

  I leaned in towards Clint, seeking assurance in his arms. Clint sat up and put his arm around me and looked into my eyes. I returned his gaze, seeking answers to all the unanswered and the unasked questions. Reassurance that if I chose to stay, things would be alright. No answers were forthcoming though. Just confirmation in my heart that I wanted this man. I couldn't explain why. I don't think anybody could. It was so out of character, so insane. But I did want him. I was under his spell, and when I was with him, when he held me, I knew, deep down, what my answer would always be.

  I moved my face towards him, parted my lips and kissed him. Long and deep. I felt his tongue push past my lips. I welcomed it in my mouth and met it with my own tongue. He tasted good. We kissed for a long time; I felt my mouth becoming dry as our bodies pushed together. I could feel his rock-hard torso pushing into my tits, sending a bolt of pleasure through my body again. Blood running to my nipples once again, making them ache and beg for attention. I pulled away and stood, guiding the straps of my dress over my shoulders, pulling it past my tits and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of it. Naked, not at all conscious of my size, wanting this man to love every inch of me.

  I sat back down on the bed; Clint was undoing his belt. I helped him with his buttons and eased his jeans down over his hips. The tip of his cock was protruding from the top of his black boxer shorts, but only for a moment as Clint pulled them down and kicked them on the floor. We kissed again, passionately, our chests rising and falling as we struggled for breath. My hand reached for his cock, wanting to feel him, wanting to pleasure him. A new surge of wetness seeping from between my legs. I felt his body move away. I opened my eyes and wondered if this was the rejection I had been anticipating.

  He looked into my eyes, breathing hard. "Your turn don't you think Jayne?"

  I never replied. I didn't have the chance. Clint stood, and I moved back onto the bed as if following an unspoken order. My legs parted and I raised my knees. Just enough for Clint to climb back onto the bed and kneel between them. I looked longingly into his dark eyes which were starting to move down my body. They stopped when they reached my burning soaking crotch. His hands, hot and rough on my thighs parted my legs even further as he buried his face between them. Instinctively, I held his head and run my hands through his hair. He didn't need guiding. It was more an urge to demonstrate my agreement, my need to be satisfied.

  My whole body shook as I felt his breath between my open legs, a split second before I felt his warm tongue running along the length of my pussy. I ached for him. Needed him. I was falling in uncontrollable, unexplainable love with him. I felt his tongue searching for me, probing for entry. I pulled his face onto my throbbing pussy as I felt his tongue enter me. His tongue inside, I could feel the tip of his nose brush against my hard enlarged clit, causing me to draw breath sharply. He continued to fuck me with his tongue, exploring every reachable corner inside my
pussy. I felt his hand move from my thigh. His finger found my clit the first time. With wonderful circular motions that made me sharply lift my arse from the bed; he rubbed my clit in rhythm to his tongue darting in and out of me. My nipples ached, and I felt the familiar throbbing sensation coming from them. Moving my hands from his head, I started to squeeze my nipples, pull them in an attempt to find relief.

  Clint continued to fuck me with his tongue. My pussy, groin, and thighs were a sticky mess. The image of Clint's face covered with my hot sticky juices made me tense up once again. His action changed, long purposeful strokes of his tongue now covering the folds of my labia, working its way to my clit and back down again. His finger stopped its wonderful circling movements working my enlarged clit and was replaced by Clint's sticky mouth. Feeling his lips close around it, sucking it into his mouth, I felt the tip of his tongue pushing against it. As if answering the urgent plea from my pussy for more attention, I felt his fingers searching for me. Two, three fingers? I couldn't tell, didn't care. Just wanted them. They slid inside me easily, with one purposeful action. Deeper than his tongue, they explored me. Found that little spot at the top inside me causing me to go light headed for a moment. Deeper, they found their way to my cervix, hard and sensitive, a wave of pure pleasure building. I was close to the release I had been craving for hours.

  Clint somehow sensed this as he pulled his face away from my dripping pussy. His face, sticky, covered in my wetness. I stopped playing with my nipples and held my arms up, inviting him into me. He moved up and kissed me. I savored the taste of me on his tongue and lips as we passionately kissed. A kiss filled with love and intense power rolled into one. He never moved his lips from mine, but I felt his body move slightly. Then the unmistakable feeling of the tip of his cock on my wet thighs, moving upwards towards my willing pussy. I opened my eyes to look into Clint's and stopped kissing him just for a moment. Clint looked at me. A look of pure happiness. I smiled.