BDSM Mega Boxed Set

by Anita Lawless, C. J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer

  Xavier’s cock hardened as it pressed against Peter’s ass. He moaned and closed his eyes as his own penis stiffened. With all the stress and the hectic pace this week, this was the first chance to be intimate that the two of them had enjoyed.

  “Just let go,” Xavier whispered into his ear. Then he kissed Peter’s neck before licking away water droplets.

  Teeth embedded deep into Peter’s neck and he gasped as Xavier’s hand wrapped around his erection. Xavier knew what he liked. A mixture of gentle and rough. How well his partner knew his body and desires. It was one of the many reasons he loved him.

  Xavier’s turned Peter around and tilted him back so he could rinse the shampoo from his hair. His fingers stroking through Peter’s blond locks felt like heaven. Peter became a bowl of Jell-O. His knees almost buckled.

  When the water ran clear, Xavier dipped his head and tugged at Peter’s nipples. Then he licked to soothe away the sting of his bite. Peter groaned and his cock twitched harder.

  Xavier turned him around again and his broad, strong palms kneaded the tight muscles in Peter’s shoulders. For a brief moment, thoughts of their investigation flitted through his thoughts and he tensed. He knew Xavier felt it.

  “Stop thinking about it, or I’ll bend you over and slap your ass,” he growled this in Peter’s ear before nipping the lobe.

  A lazy chuckle escaped Peter. “Not much of a threat. You know I’ll enjoy it.”

  Xavier reached down and planted a firm rap to Peter’s cheek, then he squeezed it hard, until Peter yelped. When Xavier’s hands went back to massaging his shoulders, he melted once more. All thoughts of the case flowed away with the tension.

  Xavier worked his muscles with an expert touch. He pressed and squeezed, rubbed and stroked, with precision, knowing when to let up on the pressure and when to give a knotted area more. The outcome was sublime relaxation. Peter truly was putty in this man’s hands.

  He reached his ass and continued to rub, squeeze, push and press just right. Xavier knew how to make him feel adored and completely at peace. He offered no resistance when his lover parted his legs and tilted his hips so his ass jutted out just enough.

  Fingers roamed down Peter’s crack. They swept over his wet balls, then back to that flap of flesh between asshole and scrotum. Fleshy pads pressed this fold of skin and traced circles. Xavier tweaked it and tugged it hard. Peter let out a long, loud moan and had to brace himself with one hand on the shower stall.

  A beefy palm closed around his cock. Fingers closed tight and squished water out between them. Xavier pumped his meaty fist up and down Peter’s erection. His short fingernails scrabbled at the smooth tiles. His ass rocked backwards, rubbing against Xavier’s thick, seven inch cock. Xavier growled out a groan in response.

  But he knew Xavier wouldn’t fuck him yet. He’d drive him to the precipice first, then he’d plunder his ass over the edge. The water would run cold before they were through.

  Those fingers stroking his crack now dipped inside and widened him. Peter leaned over farther so his cheeks would spread farther apart. He let his anus relax and stretch for Xavier. His lover’s touch probed in all the right places, curling to find Peter’s prostate. A man’s g-spot. His fingers rolled over it and pressed against it, making Peter rock his hips back and fuck Xavier’s hand. He grunted as his cock jumped and grew harder still.

  Xavier’s hand pumped faster, squeezed tighter, around his erection. The skin covering this thick, spongy organ felt as if it would split. Its purple tip was engorged with blood and throbbed.

  “You gotta fuck me,” Peter begged. “I can’t take it anymore.”

  “Let me suck you off first.” Xavier turned him once more and dropped to his knees on the water kissed porcelain. “I want to taste you so bad.”

  He teased Peter’s mushroom shaped glans with tiny licks, first at the hole and then beneath the ridge. Peter raised up on tiptoe and pushed his cock closer to Xavier’s warm, wet mouth, but his lover gave a throaty chuckle and pulled his head back. Then he suckled just the head until Peter whimpered and cradled Xavier’s skull in his palms. Roughly, he pressed his lover’s mouth down on his cock, hungry to be buried to the hilt in that slick, tight hole.

  ***

  If you enjoy werewolf and shifter man love, be sure to also check out Waking Up Werewolf: The Complete Series by C.J. Sneere: http://wildlawlesswriters.blogspot.ca/2012/10/waking-up-werewolf-complete-series.html

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  Bonus Story: Lust Times Two

  Short & Spicy Reads

  By Roxxy Meyer

  Sloane

  She’s gorgeous, but she doesn’t know it. I want to help her see this beauty. Kaley is a woman oblivious to her sexuality. The way she swings her hips when she walks. That sultry, sweet voice. The way those long, golden lashes frame her golden brown eyes. Natural sensuality.

  I want to be the one to wake her inner siren up. We do. But she has to want us. We’d never force a woman. Not our style. If she lets us, we’ll show her pure ecstasy.

  I want to hear her scream my name. To watch her face while she comes hard. We’ll worship every inch of her body. Teach her how to worship herself.

  She’s interested. Curious. I can tell from those shy, sexy smiles. The way she blushes whenever my hand brushes her hip. When my chest sweeps over her back. Soon, she’ll approach me. Ask the question I know she’s dying to ask. Then we’ll show her pleasure she’s never dreamed of.

  I can’t wait.

  ***

  Kaley

  “They’re sex on a stick.” My best friend, Deb, practically drools as she watches the two personal trainers. “You’re one lucky gal.” She’s having an eye orgasm.

  Who can blame her? Sloane Becker and Caleb Moran are delicious sin wrapped in skin. Women and men sign up at the gym they own together just for the eye candy. Shedding a few pounds and toning up isn’t the only reason I hired Sloane as my personal trainer.

  “You should break off a piece of that,” Deb says. “Break off a piece of both.”

  Laughing, I shake my head at her. “I’m not their type.” I look down at my curvy, size 16 body. “Besides, I think they’re together.”

  “That’s caca, and you know it.” Deb lets go of the elliptical handle and lightly shoves my arm. “You’re hot. They’re hot. You’d make a sexy sandwich.”

  “Hey, keep your hands on the machine.”

  Sloane waves to me, and I watch him saunter toward us. He looks a bit like Channing Tatum. Sweat pours from his short, messy walnut brown hair. I’d like to lick it off.

  “Like to put my hands on something else.” Deb’s gaze glues to him. “You sure he and Caleb are together? Maybe they swing both ways.”

  “Wishful thinking.”

  Deb’s lips curl in a saucy grin. “Why don’t you ask them?”

  Sloane’s arrival cuts our conversation short. “You started without me.” His gray eyes glimmer and he smirks.

  I try not to stammer like an idiot when I introduce Deb. “This is my friend, Deb. She’s thinking about signing up for your program. Can she watch us today?”

  “Sure.” Sloane turns to Deb. “You like to watch, huh?”

  Red creeps from my best friend’s neck to her ears. “I love to watch.”

  Sloane must work some powerful sexy mojo. I’ve never seen Deb blush. She’s the type of gal that makes others turn pink. Sex appeal and confidence ooze from her retro pinup girl pores. Even now, in her sweaty gym clothes and without her Victory Rolls, she’d stop a man in his tracks. Me? My self confidence is like the moon. It waxes and wanes. Deb always tells me I’m beautiful, that I could model, but when the media bombards you with size 00 ideals of womanhood, it deflates the ego sometimes.

  “Let’s get started then.” Sloane snaps us out of our collective thrall. “Meet me in the aerobics room.”

  Before she hops off the elliptical, Deb says, “Ask them.”

  “What?”

  “If they’re together.”

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bsp; “I can’t do that. It’ll seem … weird.”

  “Ask them how long they’ve been together then. Seems more casual.”

  I don’t find anything casual at all about the question. But if I don’t do it, Deb will keep hassling me. “Fine. I’ll ask.”

  We head into the aerobics room and I introduce Deb to Caleb. His hair is like warm caramel. Razor shag bangs cling to his forehead, damp with sweat. His ice blue eyes are to die for. When he shakes Deb’s hand, I wonder if she’s going to jump him right there in front of all the gym occupants.

  Sloane gets me to do some cardio on the bike for fifteen minutes, then he takes me through a Pilates routine. Both are great for weight loss and building lean muscle. He’s told me not to stress over how many pounds I lose each week. “1 to 2 pounds a week is perfect. You don’t want to lose too much too soon. Your body needs time to adjust. Anyway, you’re beautiful as you are, Kaley.”

  He caught me off guard when he said this. “Thanks. I just want to be fit and healthy.”

  “Fit and healthy come in different shapes and sizes.”

  I wanted to kiss him right then and there. It was nice to meet people into body diversity. Despite him and Caleb being personal trainers, he told me he believed in indulging sometimes. “Life is meant to be enjoyed. Sure, I like to take care of myself, but being bad feels good too.”

  I would like to get oh so bad with him.

  Caleb offers to show Deb around the gym while Sloane and I train. Once they disappear into the weight room, I ask him, “So, how long have you and Caleb been together?”

  One side of his mouth lifts in a sexy smile. “Three years.”

  I try to hide my disappointment. Not over the fact they’re gay, but because I’ll never get to touch those hot bodies rippling with muscle. For a moment, I really wish I had a penis.

  When I go to refill my water bottle at the fountain, Deb corners me. “So did you find out?”

  “Yeah. They’re together.”

  “They could still be bisexual.” She won’t be swayed.

  I roll my eyes at her. “Again with the wishful thinking. Hey, we can still look.”

  “I’d rather look and touch.”

  I finish up my workout with Sloane, and Deb joins me in the aerobics room. While I grab my water bottle, he asks, “Are you doing anything Friday, Kaley?”

  I almost choke on my mouthful of liquid. “No. No plans.”

  “Caleb and I want to cook dinner for you. Six o’clock?”

  “Oh. Sure. Sounds great.” My heart does a little skip, but I keep up the cool façade.

  “Perfect. I’ll email you our address and phone number.”

  Deb and I head outside, and she grabs my arm. “Told you they were in to you.”

  “They can’t be. They’re in to each other.”

  It’s her turn to roll her eyes at me. She unlocks her Dodge Neon and we climb in. “They want to have dinner with you.”

  “Yeah, that came out of nowhere.”

  She wears an impish expression as she plugs the key into the ignition. “Maybe you’re dessert.”

  ***

  Caleb

  “Erin overheard Deb telling Kaley to ask if we were together.” Sloane adds a bit of olive oil to the fettuccine he’s just drained. Then he tosses in some herbs while I finish up the sauce.

  “What did you tell Kaley?”

  Sloane’s lips twitch as a mischievous smirk curls one corner of his mouth. “I said we’d been together three years.”

  “You didn’t elaborate on our situation?”

  “Nope. I figured we could fill her in tonight. See how she reacts.”

  For two years, Sloane and I were in a polyamorous relationship with a woman named Riley. We met her when we were in college, and the three of us hooked up in our final year. Then we moved in together.

  There are a lot of misconceptions about polyamory. That those who practice it are unable to commit. We say we’re not jealous when we really are. Some folks believe it’s impossible to live our alternative lifestyle and be happy, but we were very happy with Riley over those 24 months. For us, love means not putting restrictions on relationships. Sure, we feel jealousy at times, but we talk about it. Deal with it and move on. We don’t let it fester in our living arrangement.

  Then things started to change. Riley grew distant with me and Sloane. Originally, she owned a part of the gym with us, and she worked as a personal trainer there too. She had her clients, and we trusted Riley. Why wouldn’t you trust your significant other?

  11 months ago, she announced she planned on leaving us for some guy she trained at our gym. Some millionaire executive who promised her everything she wanted. While Sloane and I make good money, we couldn’t compete with that. We wished Riley well and gave her our blessing. It hurt, still hurts, but when someone wants out of a relationship, there’s no sense in holding them back.

  “What else did Erin overhear?” I pour the sauce and shrimp over the fettuccine and stir the dish. The creamy, rich aroma is heavenly. Our cooking just might seduce Kaley before we can.

  “Said Kaley doesn’t think we’d be in to her. You know how she is. She doesn’t think curvy is beautiful.”

  “Maybe we can teach her different tonight.”

  “Let’s hope so.” Sloane starts the garlic bread.

  When Kaley brought Deb to the gym with her, we asked our friend Erin to listen in on their conversation. See if she could pick up any hints on how Kaley felt about us. Judging by Kaley’s reactions when we’ve touched her, we both figured she would be in to what we have planned. But Sloane and I feel it’s important to know. Not guess. No forcing or coercing. Although, when it comes to seduction, all bets are off.

  As I’m setting the table, Kaley arrives. The print dress she wears clings to her curves in all the right places. It’s peppered with pictures of tiny cherries, and I’m tempted to lick the two that stretch across her nipples. She’s a vision, with golden curls wreathing her sweet, honest face.

  Sloane let’s her in and wraps her in a hug. “I hope you like seafood and pasta.”

  “I love both,” she says, turning a stunning shade of pink. All lit up with excitement. My cock twitches just looking at her.

  “And chocolate strawberry cake for dessert,” I tell her, while dishing the fettuccine onto plates.

  “Ack. You’re going to make me fatter.” She pats her tummy.

  Sloane shakes his head and gives a disapproving look. “There’s nothing wrong with your body, sweetheart. You’ve got curves in all the right places.”

  “You guys didn’t have to do this for me.” She spurts out the words, obviously flustered by Sloane’s compliment. “You’re spoiling me.”

  I walk over and take her hand, then sweep my lips over her buttery soft skin. “You’re worth it.”

  “T-thank you.”

  Her eyes glitter when she looks at me. Breath leaves her in shallow, rapid exhalations. The desire flows off her like a heat wave, and I want to fuck her right there.

  Not yet. Seduction. The art of tease and titillation. We want to take her to the edge over and over. Make her come until she passes out.

  Still holding her hand, I lead her to the table. Sloane pulls the chair out for her and she sits. A steaming plate of fragrant fettuccine is placed in front of her.

  Her eyes close as she inhales deeply. “It smells amazing.”

  I pick up her fork, twirl some noodles around the tines and spear a shrimp. “Sloane did all the work.” She opens up and I pop the food into her luscious, cherry red mouth. “He’s an excellent cook.”

  Her eyes close again as she savors the bite. A drop of cream sauce dots her bottom lip and her tongue pokes out to lick it up. A moan lodges in my throat. My cock starts to stiffen.

  “Don’t let Caleb fool you.” Sloane is equally mesmerized as he watches her eat. “He’s a master at cream sauces.”

  She covers those cherry red lips, giggles. “It’s delicious, guys. I could eat like this ever
y night.”

  We talk for a while, learn about each other. We tell Kaley about Riley, and her reaction shows she’s delighted to learn we’re both bisexual. She tells us she hasn’t been in a lot of relationships. Between college then work, she keeps pretty busy, and there isn’t a lot of spare time. She also confesses her self confidence is touch and go. Sometimes she’s been brave and pursued a guy. At other times she can’t bring herself to go for it.

  “No reason for you to have low self esteem, Kaley,” I tell her. “You’re beautiful inside and out.”

  She seems genuinely touched. “Thank you, guys. You’re good for my ego.”

  I sit opposite Kaley. Positioning myself at the other end of our small table comes with ulterior motives. While watching her savor the meal, I slip my bare foot up her leg. My toes sweep over her calf, and her eyes go wide when she looks at me. I bite my bottom lip, and she coughs around her mouthful of pasta.

  “Everything okay?” Sloane knows what I’m doing, but he pretends ignorance.

  “Fine. Just great,” Kaley croaks out. She grabs her glass and downs half her water.

  My touch moves up her knee, beneath the hem of her dress. Under that veil of golden lashes, she watches me. Her lips slightly part and her face grows red.

  Sensing apprehension, I stop, letting my foot rest on the edge of the seat, between her legs. She pushes her chair closer and rubs her thigh against my toes. It’s all the signal I need. Eagerly, I slink up her thigh. My big toe presses into the wispy panel at the front of her panties. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment and she chews slowly.

  Back and forth I brush my toe over her clit. Up and down. She moans around her next mouthful and pushes her sex against my foot.

  “Glad you’re enjoying the meal so much,” Sloane tells her, casting a sly glance my way. “Our fettuccine’s never made anyone moan.”

  I grind my toe into the tiny bead of flesh, and she manages to rasp out, “It’s … so good.”