ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories)

by Hawke, Jessa

  “I'm so glad you decided to join us,” Sarah said to Jake.

  “Hang on a second,” Jake said. “Brian you said you stopped by last week or something, to see this place? How long has this been planned out?”

  “For about a week,” Brian said as he stripped out of his clothes. “But for a second I thought it wasn't going to happen because of what went down . . . you know what I'm talking about.”

  “Oh, don't make it awkward,” Sarah said. “Sorry my husband has all these rules and can't just let me get fucked when I want to. No, it can only happen when he's there. He wants to watch and touch himself like a little perverted leprechaun.”

  Both of the men laughed loudly at this.

  “Hush now!” Sarah said. “We can't get caught back here.”

  Jake stripped off his clothes and watched Sarah start to suck Brian's dick, tugging on it and running her tongue along the underside.

  “Well come join me, soldier,” Sarah said.

  “I'm actually a Marine, not a soldier,” Jake said.

  “Are you a Marine that sucks dick?” Brian asked.

  “I guess I am today,” Jake said.

  He got on his knees by Sarah and they took turns sucking Brian off. Jake had a lot to learn, that much was obvious to everyone, even Jake. But luckily Sarah was right there to give him pointers and to help demonstrate how it should be done. She giggled as Jake gagged and coughed when he tried to deep throat Brian's throbbing erection and couldn't fit it down his throat.

  “What else do you want me to do?” Jake said. “When to I get to fuck Sarah?”

  “Not until I fuck you in the ass,” Brian said.

  Jake didn't know what to say. Sarah let her hand drop from Brian's cock and let it fall to Jake's cock, giving a few tugs and rubbing the head before playing with his balls.

  “I guess,” Jake said. “If that's what has to happen.”

  “Well does, army boy, so why don't you bend over the couch,” Brian said.

  Jake obeyed and felt Brian slide up behind him, parting his ass cheeks to let a dollop of lube slide down his ass crack to his asshole where Brian's waiting fingers massaged it around.

  “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?” Brian asked him.

  “No,” Jake said. “I can't say that I have. How does it feel?”

  “Well,” Brian said as he slid the head of his cock into Jake's ass. “You're about to find out.”

  Jake felt himself seemingly transported to a world of intense pleasure as Brian worked his big, throbbing cock in and out of his asshole. He couldn't believe how good it felt, and he wondered how in the world he'd never tried it before. He'd been missing out on so much fun for all these years. Jake was just thankful to know now as he rocket into clouds of ecstasy as he felt his asshole stretching over Brian's rigid cock. Jake felt like he could feel every little detail of Brian's rock hard erection, from the veins to the crown of his cock head that he'd pull out to push right back in again every few minutes. Finally, after what felt like the best sex of his life, Jake could tell that Brian was getting close.

  “Oh, you fucking little army slut. Fuck yeah. Take my fucking dick, army slut. I know you want my fucking dick, don't you? Don't you fucking want it? Tell me you want it you little fucking bitch. God damn it tell me!” Brian said.

  “I want it, I fucking want it!” Jake said. “Please fuck me harder. Please, please, I'm begging you, fuck me harder! All I want you to do is fill me up with your hot spunk. Please fill my ass up with your semen. I want it so bad.”

  Jake couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth but he also knew that if he didn't help talk Brian off that he might end up only getting fucked in the ass because of lack of time to fuck Sarah.

  “I'm coming!” Brian said.

  Jake could feel Brian's cock pulse inside of him, filling him up. Jake loved it. When Brian was done Jake turned and give him a peck on the lips.

  “Thanks for that,” Jake said. Then turning to Sarah. “All right, someone has to do something about this hard on.”

  Sarah leaned back, cooed, and spread her legs. Without wasting a second Jake was between them, eating her pussy before raising up to slid his boner into her hot snatch. His dick was so fucking hard he could hardly believe it, and Sarah's cunt gripped it so good that he thought he might come right away. Luckily he was able to get her to hold still until he calmed down a little bit.

  “God, watching you two fuck is so hot,” Brian said. “As soon as I get hard again I'm going to fuck you in the ass while he fucks you.”

  Jake was to busy pounding Sarah's little cunt while squeezing her big tits to answer. He was loving every second of it, so turned on from getting fucked in the ass he almost didn't know what to do with himself, except keep fucking Sarah as hard as he could.

  “Get up and bend over,” he told her.

  Sarah got up and let her chest rest on the cushions of the couch while her knees were on the floor.

  “Like this?” she asked so innocently and sweetly.

  “Fuck yeah, baby,” Jake said as he slid into her pussy from behind and squeezed her tits while he fucked her hard and deep.

  Jake really started building his tempo to a crescendo, so that their bodies slapping almost drowned out the sound of Sarah moaning like a whore. Just when Jake was afraid he would come he started to pull out only to find Brian's dick at his ass again. Jake tilted his ass up in the air and moved his ass backward so that Brian could get it in easier. When Brian had slid all the way into his ass Jake turned his attention back to Sarah, who was on her back again.

  “Fuck my ass, baby,” she said.

  Jake's dick was so hard he knew that he was going to come soon. He couldn't think of a better way to come than in Sarah's ass. What a turn on it would be to go out and give a speech after the vows having jut filled up her little, delicate asshole with his hot jizz.

  “Fuck me, Jake,” Sarah raved. “Fuck me army man. I want you to explode your fucking dick in my ass like a God damn hand grenade. I want you to come so fucking hard I feel your jizz filling me up from the inside. Fucking give it to me baby. Come in my ass!”

  Brian's thrusts were speeding up and his breathing was becoming more ragged and erratic. Jake could tell that Brian was getting close to blowing another load in his ass.

  “Are you going to come in my ass again, Brian?” Jake said. “Are you going to come in my fucking ass again?”

  “Oh yeah, army slut,” Brian said. “I'm going to fucking fill you up all the way to the brim with my hot man spunk you fucking slut. God damn I love fucking your ass. It feels so fucking good! Fuck!”

  Jake felt Brian's ass start to pulse seed into him again. He loved it, every second of it, and before he knew what was happening Jake was coming in Sarah's ass.

  “Oh, fuck yes,” she said. “Come in my fucking ass, please God, come in my fucking ass right now! I fucking love how you fuck me like a dirty little whore that I am! Fuck yes! God damn it fuck yes! I love it so fucking much!”

  Jake couldn't stop coming. He came and he came, but even after Brian had pulled out of his ass, he didn't stop for quite some time. When he was finished he gave Sarah's nipples a few more tweaks and stood up.

  “I need to get ready for the wedding!” Sarah said.

  She threw on a robe and ran out of the small room.

  “There is a wash room down the hall, I think that's where she's headed and where we'll head in a few minutes,” Brian said. “Thanks for being such a good sport about all of this. I felt kind of bad about all the rules, but that's how Sam wanted it.”

  “Good ole Sam,” Jake said shaking his head and they both laughed.

  Later, after he'd watched the vows get exchanged and their first married kiss, Jake took center spotlight to deliver his speech.

  “Hey everyone,” Jake said. “I'd like thank everyone for coming to the wedding. I've had a blast so far, and I hope you have as well. There is obviously a lot I could say about these two over here who've jus
t tied the knot, but rather than speak long as the wind I'd rather be brief, because like Shakespeare once said, brevity is the soul of it!”

  The crowd clapped and hooted. After sitting through a long ceremony they were ready to move on to the drinking.

  “So let me say this toast,” Jake said, raising his glass. “To the funnest couple I've ever met, who've let me inside their home as a friends without boundaries and who've gotten closer to me than anyone has in a long time. Here's to them: Sam and Sarah!”

  The crowd roared and Jake moved back toward his seat at the table with the rest of the groomsmen. He was glad that the speech was over and the wedding almost wrapped up. The only way the night to go better would be if Brian kept sexual harassing him underneath the table; the guy really was as randy as Sam had let on! After the wedding had wrapped up Jake left quietly without saying goodbye to anyone. He didn't want to spoil the day with fumbled words or an awkward goodbye. As he drove back toward his family's part of town he thought about Sam and Sarah and their new life together. He wondered what they would do if she'd gotten pregnant by someone other than Sam in the last few days. Jake started laughing as he thought about it. The more he laughed the harder it was to stop. When he pulled into his parents house he had to rest his head on the steering wheel to get a hold of himself.

  “Wouldn't that be something,” he said to himself as he walked into his parent's place. “Sam raising someone else kid. That would make me rethink holding my peace at my own wedding if I were him!”

  THE END

  Holiday of Love

  Rosamund watched Bradley doze in the backseat, waiting anxiously for the light to change. She had about five minutes to get home and get the toddler in the house before she would be officially running late. Traffic had been oddly dense, and it had been hard enough to get the three-year-old to fall asleep, but her gentle singing and careful driving had done the trick. Now she just had to make it sixty seconds down the street to the home, and she was that much closer to her goal. It wasn’t as if she were anxious to be rid of Bradley---quite the opposite; Roz was dreading spending an entire month without her charges. She was still going to be watching the house, so she had something to do while the Ikeda family was away, but she wasn’t looking forward to the silence and stillness the house would fall into once they left for the result.

  The light changed, and Roz eased the sedan forward through the intersection, holding her breath to see if the movement would rouse Bradley. His eyes were still closed, and his tiny mouth hung open as he dozed. He gripped a corner of his Toy Story blanket in one hand, and Roz would have to wrap it around him when they got into the house and into the master bedroom. It was his preferred napping location, and since his mother had been absent the last eight months, he refused to sleep without his security blanket. Roz didn’t think he understood that his parents had separated and nearly divorced, but he could certainly appreciate the fact that his Mama was coming home. Roz had been working for the family for two years, and seeing them separate so suddenly had been almost as painful as her own parent’s death when she was six. She tried hard to stay cheery around Bradley, and she was thankful that he was too young to understand the chaos his household had almost been lost to. Olivia saw him at her own apartment on weekends, and Bradley would always cry on the car ride home. Ron always did the pick ups; Ben couldn’t stand to see his son cry like that.

  Finally, Rob was in the garage. She watched the heavy door creep toward the ground, and when the resulting thud proved to be too quiet to rouse Bradley, she quickly exited the car and unbundled the straps of his car seat. She knew the layout of the house like the back of her hand, so even though the garage was pitch black, she knew to take two steps inside the hall and reach for the keypad on the right to silence the alarm before it began wailing. The thick carpeting swallowed the sound of her footsteps as she carried Bradley to the master bedroom in the center of the house and as she tiptoes frantically through the rooms, packing for the trip. Ben and Olivia were taking Bradley to a family resort for a month to celebrate their reunion; it was one of those cozy resorts that pumped snow in during the winter’s and shimmering crystal blue pools stuck in the middle of groups of squat candy-colored cottages. There were golf carts to ferry you around the resort, magic shows and musicals, several spa locations, and a huge recreational building devoted to arts, crafts, and music. It was the kind of place her older sister Sharon used to make fun of her for wanting to visit so badly.

  “Our chance at that kind of life disappeared a long time ago,” she would say from behind her round spectacles. They were huge, silver, and --- combined with the frizzy mop of brown hair --- made her look quite owlish. She had a habit of pushing them up her pointed nose. “I love you, Roz, but you have to stop dreaming.” Sharon had been 12 and Roz 7 when this conversation took place, but her sister’s words still stuck with her forever. Roz’s aunt hadn’t been much better; she worked 60 hours a week as a nurse, and was their only living relative, but that didn’t make her suited for raising children. She was prone to mood swings and often left town without telling either of the girls, and when she could be optimistic, it was never for long, and Roz’s relentless energy tired her out quickly. Roz learned not to come to her with problems or questions very soon.

  Even while separated, Ben and Olivia had been like parents to her, and the fact that they were nearly fifteen years older than her meant they viewed her in a parental matter by default. She was more like a big sister to Bradley than a nanny, something Roz had never counted on happening. She found herself tearing up as she hastily packed his favorite stuffed animals. As soon as she’d finished zipping the tiny blue suitcase closed, she heard the front door open, followed by the sharp clack of high heels across the polished tile. Ben poked his head through the doorway first, and his face broke into a soft smile when he saw Roz standing by Bradley’s bed.

  “He go down ok?” Ben whispered. He gave Bradley his cheekbones and the shape of his eyes; they were identical when they laughed or smiled.

  “Yes, on the way home. Didn’t even wake up when I brought him in. How did the paperwork go? All done?”

  “All done,” came Olivia’s voice from the hallway. She moved past Ben to embrace Roz. Olivia was 5’11, and she looked more like an athlete or a dancer than an interior designer. Her milk chocolate skin was pulled taught of over a muscular frame, and she appeared far younger than her 38 years. No one knew she was a year older than Ben; everyone thought he was a cradle-robber. Olivia gave Bradley the drop of cocoa in his complexion, and the soft curl of his black hair. The family got looks when they went out, especially if it was just Ben and Bradley.

  “You smell like cinnamon,” Roz said happily. “I’m glad you’re back.”

  Olivia pulled back and gazed down at Roz, smiling gently. “Me, too. I missed you. And not just because of your grilled cheese.” The two women laughed.

  “I’m gonna get Bradley, I think I hear him waking up.” Ben backed away from the doorway, looking at Olivia. “Tell her!”

  Roz looked at Olivia as well. “Tell me what?” She watched Olivia sit on Bradley’s small bed gingerly, graceful as always.

  “Well, we have two things we’d like to ask you. Not related, mind you.” She looked uncomfortable, as though she were afraid of offending her. She ran a hand across her neat bun. “First thing: we’d like you to consider staying on with Bradley and us full time…until Kindergarten, at least.” Olivia held Roz’s gaze, her eyes cautious. Roz felt her heart speed up, and she struggled to stay calm.

  “I know it’s a big thing to ask,” Olivia continued hurriedly. “But we love. Bradley loves you. It’s selfish, but we want to try to lock you down while we can. We understand if it’s too much to ask right now, but please take some time to think about it. You don’t have to answer right away.” She sighed and smiled gently after a pause. “That’s the first thing.”

  “What’s the second thing?” Roz asked. Her voice sounded tinny and far away to herself.
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br />   “Much easier decision, we hope. We’d like you to come with us to the resort.” Olivia laughed at the shock on Roz’s face. “You only have an hour to decide, I’m afraid. The cab comes to take us to San Diego County in about two hours, and then we’re leaving you behind.”

  “Who will watch the house?” Roz squeaked. She felt the color returning to her face as her mind tried to wrap itself around this new piece of information.

  “If you haven’t noticed, we have an alarm system, and pretty nice neighbors,” Olivia answered.

  “Also, we think we could use a break.” Ben came through the door way holding Bradley, who was blinking sleepily at the two women sitting on his bed. “You deserve to be rewarded. This is the perfect opportunity.”

  “It’s not a bribe,” Olivia said quickly, and Roz understood why she’d been nervous. “We realize the timing is suspicious, but the idea came to us naturally She took Roz’s hand, and her face was shining with kindness and warmth. “You’re family, even if you don’t decide to stay with us for another two years. We’d love to start treating you like it.”

  Roz felt a knot in her chest, and she struggled to breathe around it. A small sob escaped her lips, and she turned to Olivia and buried her face against her shoulder. The older woman pulled her into another hug, holding her as though she might break.

  “Woz?” Bradley asked. His chubby hand patted Roz’s short red hair, and she looked up to find him peering at her, alarmed. Ben had walked over to the pair of them, and was gazing at her with some concern as well.

  “I’m ok, buddy,” Roz promised, taking Bradley’s tiny hand in hers. He smiled and flapped his other hand in the air. A weight she didn’t know was resting on her started to crumble away, and she pulled air into her lungs. She looked around the room at the colorful drawings and posters of Elmo, the trucks and stuffed frogs and dollhouse he’d insisted he have for all of his toys. She’d shopped with him for all of it. This room was as much her influence as it was his. She wanted to continue shaping his life, but she also was starting to think she needed to shape her own. Finally, she spoke.