Adele, Claire - Guardian of His Soul [Wolves of West Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Claire Adele

  Stretched out on her sofa without a stitch of clothing on, she felt not one bit of embarrassment at being naked. Odd how Juan could make her feel so secure in that way. She hoped he continued to make her feel confident in this newfound freedom of self-expression.

  She watched as he returned to the den. She took in his naked torso as her heart sped up in anticipation. He held his shirt, and a towel from the bathroom, carelessly in one hand. The low lamplight glinted from the wolf pendant hanging below his strong neck and muscled chest. His jeans were fastened. She wished he would take his jeans off. No, instead, she’d like to peel them off him.

  “Are you up for a little more sexual adventure?” he asked.

  “What do you have in mind?” His question teased her imagination.

  “I thought you might enjoy a threesome with me and my friend, Derek. What do you think? Would you be willing to give it a try?”

  “A threesome? Is this something you do on a regular basis?”

  “Only if the girl is okay with it.”

  He’d obviously done it before with other women. It would be different from anything she’d experienced so far in her sexual life. And since she was now free from the dominating relationship she’d suffered with her ex-husband, and had no plans to become seriously involved again any time soon, it could be exciting and interesting. “Yes, it definitely sounds intriguing. I think I’d like to.”

  “I think you’ll enjoy it,” he said as he unfastened his jeans and spread the edges of the opening, revealing two inches of tanned, enticing, muscular male belly.

  Her heart flip-flopped. She hadn’t had a clear view of him before, and he was gorgeous. She sat up and reached to help him. Together, they slowly pulled his jeans down over his eager-looking cock, and lower past his well-formed, muscled thighs. His balls nestled below his cock, filling his sac. He was hung like a beast. She wanted to touch him.

  He pushed his jeans down further and pulled them off over his bare feet. She didn’t even remember when he’d removed his boots. She’d been too taken with what he’d done to her. With no underwear, he was gloriously naked.

  “Your turn,” he said, his voice soft and deep. “What’s your pleasure?”

  “Oh. I need a moment to think.” She smiled at him.

  He laughed. “Whatever you need.”

  “May I touch you?”

  “Be my guest,” he said, his voice as smooth as dark velvet.

  Oh, God. She scooted to sit on the edge of the sofa. When she held her hands out to him, he stepped close enough for her to grasp his hips. She smoothed her fingers over his hard abs, tracing the ridges and depressions. His sprinkling of chest hair tickled the pads of her fingers. She wanted to touch all of him. She pushed herself off the sofa to stand in front of him, traced her hands over the expanse of his chest, touched his nipples and felt their smooth texture. She looked up to see his reaction.

  His eyelids, with their thick, dark fringe of lashes, lowered. He smiled, and his lips twitched.

  He liked her touch. Feeling more daring, she placed her hands on either side of his torso, leaned closer, and licked one dark brown nipple with the tip of her tongue. His swift intake of air raised his chest. His nipple grew firm beneath her touch. She moved to the other one and licked until it hardened. Flicking the first one with a finger, she listened to his moan of pleasure as she gently squeezed the second one between her teeth. His cock bobbed against her belly, a drop of pre-cum leaving a trail there that the air cooled. His hands slid up and down her arms.

  She traced the dark line of hair between his abs down to his belly button, and dipped her finger into the neat depression. His muscles jerked, and he gripped her arms. She glanced up and met his smoldering gaze. She gently grasped his shoulders and turned him so his back was to her. “Oh, my. I hadn’t seen your tattoo up close. Wow. It’s amazing.”

  The huge tattoo of a beautiful gray and brown wolf’s head rested between his muscular shoulders. What meaning did it hold for him? “Why a wolf?”

  “I have great respect for the Mexican Gray Wolf,” he said softly. “Their numbers are dwindling because of our society. They’re a beautiful wild animal trying to survive. Fortunately, some people find them worthy of saving.”

  She pressed gentle kisses to his shoulders and down the valley of his spine, slowing when she reached his lower back.

  “Querida, what you’re doing to me. It’s nice. Keep doing it.”

  She continued kissing her way down his lower back, slower and slower until she reached the crack between his firm buttocks.

  He hissed. “Dios! Would you let me do what I suggested before? I won’t hurt you, and it can give you heightened pleasure.”

  She had never allowed her ex-husband to do that after the first couple of times he’d been so rough it hurt her. “Will you stop if I ask you to?”

  “Of course. I won’t do anything you don’t like. Sex should be good for both partners.”

  “All right. I’ll give it a try then.”

  He wrapped her in his strong hug and kissed her gently and thoroughly. Suddenly, he broke the kiss and swept her into his arms. “Where do you want to play? On the sofa or the rug?” He waggled his dark eyebrows.

  “I think the sofa is more comfortable,” she said.

  “Sofa, it is.” He sat down on the cushions with her in his lap.

  She kept her right arm around his neck to give her balance.

  He adjusted the sofa pillows behind her. “Lean back now and get comfortable.” He lowered her against the pillows. Her legs draped across his lap. He lifted her knees and slipped from beneath her, scooted down until her hips were flat on the cushion.

  “I think you’re going to enjoy this,” he said, as he spread her bent knees. “You’re incredible. So pink and wet.”

  She stared at him, her eyes meeting his.

  He gave her a devilish grin and picked up the condom he’d put on the side table. “Here we go.”

  Juan noticed that she kept her attention on him as he picked up the tube of lubricant.

  “What do you plan to do with that?” she asked.

  “You’ll find out soon enough. Spread your feet.”

  “I’m not sure…”

  He grinned at her. “I have a feeling this is going to be a new pleasure for you.”

  Her knuckles turned white as she watched him prepare.

  “Don’t be frightened, chica. Ready?”

  She probably feared that she faced the same kind of sex she hadn’t enjoyed with her ex, or possibly something her ex had done that hurt her. The top of the tube snapped open as he turned it with a particularly hard twist, wishing he could twist her ex’s neck.

  Holding the open container in one hand, he stroked along the backs of her thighs. “Your thighs are incredible.” They were lovely and silken. He gently parted her ass cheeks. A shiver shook her as he held her rounded cheeks spread.

  “Juan, I’m feeling a little overwhelmed. Is it hot in here?”

  “You’re probably feeling sexual energy. It’s normal. Just like getting damp all over is normal while having sex.” He applied the lubricant onto one finger and spread it up and down her slit.

  She gasped.

  “This will feel good.” He smoothed his fingers over her little rosette. She trembled beneath his hands as his fingers moved between her cheeks. He circled her tight ring until she released a moan of pleasure.

  “That does feel good.” She released her breath in soft pants. “Don’t stop. Does it feel this good to you?”

  “Yeah,” he said reverently. He slowly stroked her over and over until she uttered another deep moan. A pulse from her pussy signaled she was more than ready. He continued to caress her rosette with the pad of one well-lubricated finger. She gasped. Her thighs trembled. “Are you all right, querida?”

  “Yes. It feels different, but good.”

  She wiggled her hips.

  “Just a little more.”

  She held her breath as he circled, p
ressing gently. “Juan, I need you.”

  “Easy, chica.” He smoothed his other hand down her belly, parted her wet folds, and delved to her clit, teasing her thoroughly with slow circles.

  “Oh,” she moaned.

  He removed his fingers, held her hip with one hand, and pressed the swollen head of his cock against her pussy. He pushed, and his cock slid inside her wet velvet opening.

  “All right, babe?”

  “Yes. It feels good. ”

  He slid his fingers from her puckered little ring and eased deeper with his cock, taking her, filling her all the way to her womb, until his balls hit beneath her butt cheeks. He pulled out and pushed back inside slowly. He parted her folds and circled her clit again with his other hand.

  “Oh, Juan. That’s so hot.”

  “You’re fuckin’ amazing, querida.” He moved a little faster and a high-pitched moan came from her. His lips grasped first one nipple and then the other and rolled and squeezed.

  “Juan!”

  Her climax triggered his. The familiar gathering of hot cum in his balls, streaming to the base of his spine, and finally erupting from his stiffened cock, tore a feral shout from his chest. Cum shot from his pumping cock like a bullet, his hips bucking as he drove deep again and again. The orgasm went on and on.

  After he finished, he pressed the fingers of one hand against her damp, swollen folds, stroking her sensitive clit. She cried out with another orgasm, rocking and bucking against him.

  Gradually her body quieted. He growled his satisfaction and brushed kisses across the side of her face and down her throat to her shoulder, as they both panted, euphoric and spent.

  “Was that good for you?” he asked.

  She sighed, and smiled at him. “Oh, that was more than good. That was scintillating.”

  Juan chuckled at her description. His cock remained inside her, and he felt the little pulses from her pussy. “I love those little aftershocks.”

  “So do I,” she purred.

  He untangled them and made a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of his condom and wet a washcloth. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed the tip of her nose and then her lips. Lifting her onto her knees, he wiped away any evidence of pleasuring her tight little hole. He dried her with the towel.

  “That feels good, too,” she said.

  “This evening is turning out to be one I’ll always remember.”

  “You’ve shown me a way of enjoying anal sex that I’d previously disliked. Now I no longer fear that kind of caress, and instead find it remarkably arousing. After such amazing sex, I’m your eager and willing student, ready to try more with you.” She gently extricated herself from his lap. “And right now, I want to play.”

  Smiling, she turned him around and, bending her knees, knelt on the rug in front of him. She pressed kisses to his midriff, and delved the tip of her tongue into his belly button. Another swift intake of breath told her he liked that. She licked in a circle around the depression and caught his bobbing cock in one hand. She explored, touching and caressing the satin texture, the tip of the hood, circling it with her hand. She leaned in and touched her tongue to the smooth head, tasting his drop of pre-cum, smoothing her tongue under the ridge and licking the satin texture all the way down to the base.

  His growl let her know he wanted more.

  She gripped his eager cock in one hand and slipped the fingers of her other hand beneath his balls. He spread his legs. Intrigued, she stroked along his thighs and beneath his balls. He gave a short moan. The control she held with her caresses empowered her. She glided her fingers through the crease between his butt cheeks and thighs before returning to his scrotum.

  With her fingertips, she bobbled his balls, never letting loose of his stiffening cock in her other hand. She lowered her head and licked his sac, manipulating his balls with the tip of her tongue.

  As he gave a short, sharp moan, his hands squeezed her shoulders.

  She loved the effect she had on him, exploring and tasting him. The sprinkling of hair on the inside of his thighs tickled her lips as she pressed kisses there. She blazed a wet trail with her tongue along the crease where his thigh met his sac. In spite of his chest-deep moan, she continued her path to the base of his cock. She licked his shaft and stroked with the tip of her tongue from the base to the hood. Closing her lips over him, she swirled her tongue around the head. Finally she took him into her mouth and played.

  His deep groan told her how that affected him. His hands held her head, his fingers slipping through her hair.

  She gripped his hips as she moved her mouth over his erection, slowly taking more of him. She cupped his buttocks in her hands and caressed his crack with her fingertips as she took his cock deeper.

  A growl shook him. “Cindy, I’m going to come. Let go.”

  She gave a little shake of her head and clasped him tighter.

  “Dios, Cindy!”

  His rough exclamation didn’t frighten her. He wouldn’t hurt her. She stroked his huge cock once more.

  With a long, low growl from the depths of his chest, he came, his cock pumping cum into her mouth. She swallowed his ejaculation, stroking him with her tongue until he finished. He lifted her head away from him and gazed into her eyes.

  “Dios, querida! Never, have I felt such intense pleasure before. You’re fuckin’ awesome.”

  What an incredible experience. She had no words. Never before had she wanted, or had the confidence, to do what she’d just done with Juan. She met his gaze.

  He cupped the back of her head and covered her mouth with his, delved inside with his tongue, and stroked every surface. Their tongues tangled, and she groaned from the intense emotion she felt. She was so turned on, she wanted him to take her again. She’d never wanted her ex-husband like she wanted Juan at this moment. She felt a warmth for Juan that had blossomed anew tonight. A warmth she never thought she’d ever feel again after her ex ripped it away.

  He broke the kiss to blaze a heated trail with his tongue and teeth beneath her ear and over her throat.

  “Juan, I need you inside me,” she whispered.

  He stood and helped her to her feet on the soft carpet. “Stand with your back to me.”

  This was something else new. Juan’s arms came around her sides and his hands closed over her breasts.

  “Oh, that feels good,” she said. His warm thighs heated the back of hers. She leaned against his damp torso.

  He lowered his head and kissed her neck where it met her shoulder while he rolled her nipples between his fingers. My God, he was so arousing. One hand stroked down her midriff to her belly. His finger dipped into her belly button and then his big hand continued lower until he cupped her mound. He stroked slowly, slipped a blunt finger between her wet folds, and teased her opening. His finger returned to her clit and circled it. Around and around, he slowly rubbed her clit, until she arched with need. “Juan, come inside me.”

  “Soon. I want to pleasure your sweet pussy first.” He held her hips in both hands and pulled her back, snug against his taut, flat belly.

  His stiffened penis slid between her cheeks. “Oh my, Juan, what are you doing?”

  “Something I think you’ll like. Feel, chica.”

  She closed her eyes and concentrated on the arousing sensations he created by sliding his cock back and forth along her crack. He pulled away. She heard him unwrap a condom. He brought her back closer with one hand and with the other he slid a finger deep into her vagina from behind. As he circled his finger inside her, he smoothed his supporting hand over her belly, to caress her sensitive clit.

  “Chica, your pussy is so wet and hot. You’re almost ready.”

  One hand caressed her thighs, and the other stroked from her opening to her labia and back. She moaned with the tightening of her body. Again his finger slid from her channel. He positioned the head of his rigid erection and pushed slowly inside. She inhaled swiftly. He moved against her back and slid deeper inside her. She couldn’t stop
her sharp moan. She was going to come.

  “Juan!” she cried, as she climaxed. Her body shook, her inner muscles contracted around his cock and pulsed with the intensely sweet orgasm. She rode the waves, her head resting against Juan’s chest, his fingers prolonging the exquisite sensations. She reached back and gripped his thighs.

  “Dios!” With a loud shout, he climaxed inside her, his tantalizing cock pumping, caressing every inner surface of her channel. His orgasm continued, prolonging hers.

  Finally, with a soft groan, his body quieted. She reached up with one hand and smoothed her fingers over the side of his face. “That was fantastic,” she whispered.

  Her limbs felt completely relaxed. With his cock still inside her, he took much longer with his climax than her ex had. He satisfied her as her ex never had. She wanted to lean against Juan as long as he’d let her.

  “You’re a special lady, Cindy, sharing your tight pussy with me tonight. You’ve given me more pleasure than I’ve ever known before, querida.” He slid slowly from inside her, scooped her up in his arms and smiled down at her. She wrapped her arms around him and smiled back.

  “Rest here while I get rid of the condom.” He lowered her to sit on her sofa. After giving her a quick brush of his lips across hers, he headed down the hall.

  Wow. She could get used to this. After tonight’s love play, what would he and his friend want to do? For now, all she could think about was the incredible pleasure Juan had given her tonight.

  * * * *

  Juan sat down in the bucket seat of his new used car parked in front of Cindy’s home. He closed the door and grabbed his cell. Derek should be up even this late at night. They never went to bed early. Hopefully, Derek wasn’t in the middle of a hot escapade with a voluptuous blonde.

  “Derek, I need your help.”

  “Where are you? What’s happening?”

  “Nothing too serious. This is help I need with a female. I’ve changed my mind about sharing Cindy. I think she’d enjoy the two of us at one time. Anyway, I asked her about it, and she said she was interested. Are you up for it?”