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

by Hawke, Jessa

  Thankfully, those are her final words, as she storms off to leave me alone so I can get on with making her window look amazing, while she’s away. It’s her new special collection from the Paris fashion houses. I know she wants to make a special impression for a photography session she’s having done, for a magazine article. She’ll be having a Skype interview while we’re away. All this is making her a little bit more stressed than usual, so I’m trying to give it my full attention.

  We all need this holiday to relax and unwind from the busy everyday lives that we all put ourselves through. Given that the climate around here is so cold at this time of year, we decided to go hunting the sun shine, with the added bonus of meeting some sexy European guys. I just cannot wait to get there.

  A quick check of my watch tells me that I need to get a move on. I really do need to get home and do said packing, as the flight leaves at midnight. Time to up the pace and get my skates on.

  Chapter 2 Pudding or Desert?

  Unbelievably, by chance or pure miracle, we manage to arrive on time and in one piece. We’ve checked in to the rooms, unpacked, and now we’re out sunbathing on a hot sunny beach. The sand is a pale golden yellow and the sea, a deep turquoise blue, it is simply magnificent. It’s not just the beach that’s hot, the guys are too, well-tanned muscular bodies with the skimpiest of swim ware, I feel like I’m in heaven.

  I’m relaxing on a sun lounger with a long cool drink in my hand, and eyeing up the local talent as it passes me by. I have my two-piece bathing costume on, with the straps hanging off my shoulders so I get an all over tan. Lin and Hannah are splashing about in the sea, like two big kids. I love these guys and I am so pleased to be here with them. The water that looks beautiful and clear, I’m gonna have to try it out soon. Right now, I’m looking at a couple of fliers of the local nightlife, this place is full of exotic clubs and bars and we have two whole weeks to try them all out. Oh, this is glorious, no work for two weeks, just fun, fun and more fun.

  As I look over the tops of my sunglasses, I note a couple of guys observing the girls in the sea, they look hot, but as soon as they speak I lose interest. Their unmistakable Southern American drawl puts me off. Now I’ve nothing against my American compatriots, it’s the local talent I’m interested in over the next couple of weeks. The girls feel the same and the two guys soon realise that they are not interested in them, and slope off looking for other opportunities

  My stomach starts to rumble and I realise that we haven’t eaten since we arrived, so I round up the girls and we head for the hotel’s dining room.

  Thankfully the hotel has air conditioning, I love the sun but it’s so good to feel the cool air from the air con. We find a good spot where we can see the ocean from our window as we check out the menu.

  “What you going to have?” Lin asks me.

  “Well, you know what they say, when in Rome, blah, blah. It’s gotta be a big bowl of pasta with seafood for me, what about you?”

  Lin doesn't answer me, because she is sat with her mouth slightly agape staring at something. I look up form the menu to see what has attracted her attention, and find myself looking upon the most handsomest guy I’ve ever set eyes on, and he is stood right by me. What’s even better, it’s not the girls he’s looking at with a twinkle in his eyes, but me.

  “My name is Antonio and I am here to serve you tonight,” he tells us, with excellent English, and an unmistakable Italian lilt. It’s so sexy that I feel an excited quiver ripple in my tummy. He is a big guy, at least 6ft tall and with a broad chest and shoulders to match and a dark shock of thick, wavy hair. His face has strong Italian features, with the deepest brown eyes I have ever seen; maybe they’re even black. I could sink into them and be lost forever.

  “Well, Nessy, tell the waiter what you want?” Hannah's voice interrupts my musings.

  “Oh, I, erm, I’ll have whatever the waiter recommends,” I stutter out.

  He stands close to me and leans down, pointing out items on the menu. He so close he's almost touching me and I can smell his masculine, musky odor. He smells delicious.

  “Might I recommend that whilst in Italy, you must try the swordfish, the Puttanesca sauce is delicious, and I’m sure madam will enjoy this dish. Accompanied with a glass of Pinot Grigio, to clean the palate.”

  “Yes, that sounds perfect, thank you,” I have no idea what he’s suggested and I want to keep him here, right by my side, suggesting things all night. “Can you also recommend a pudding?” I always have to have something sweet, it’s how I keep my figure just as I want it.

  “What is this pu... pudding, you say?” my sexy Italian waiter asks me.

  “Oh, Nessy, you have to be more refined when in Europe,” Hannah informs me and promptly tugs at my waiter’s sleeve, “she means her dessert, Antonio. If she doesn’t get her dessert, she’ll waste away.”

  “Ahh, we wouldn't want that now, would we?” he says, bending over me again. “For dessert, I recommend an evening with me,” he says winking at me.

  I look on speechless, and feel very flattered. My two friends are attractive girls and usually always get the boys first. It seems this guy likes his women big and beautiful, how can I resist a night of love.

  “Oh, I’ll order a large slice of that,” I say.

  “Excellent choice, madam,” my waiter tells me, smiling with a lopsided grin and an added dimple to match. “I will return once your meal is over, and escort you to the town.”

  I say nothing, what can I say. I’ve just been chatted up by the sexiest waiter in Italy. He leaves us to get our drinks and I sigh a huge breath, followed my fanning myself.

  “Oh boy!” I exclaim, “isn’t he gorgeous?” I ask the girls, not that I need their opinion.

  “He is one sexy dude, Nessy, you sure you can handle him alone,” Lin says, always the humorous one.

  “I’m putting up my ‘Not to be Disturbed’ sign tonight,” I inform them, jokingly. “I think I’m in love, this is the one, the special one, I feel it in my tummy.”

  “Nessy, you need to be careful, these holiday romances always end in tears.” Hannah decides to give her usual sensible input.

  “I’m not interested in anything long term, Hannah, I just want a little bit of fun while I’m on my holiday, where’s the harm in that?”

  The food arrives and it is delicious, just as the waiter recommended it would be, but I am too distracted to enjoy it properly, all I can think about is my impending date with the sexy Antonio. Every time he comes to the table he gives me a wide sexy smile and pays me more attention than the other two girls, always flattering me and complementing me on my looks. If I didn't know better, I’d think the girls were a little jealous.

  Finally, the meal is over and my date arrives on time, dressed in faded jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt which shows off his firm muscular frame. I can’t believe my luck, first day here and I have a date with a sexy hunk. After making my farewells to the girls, he whisks me off into the town.

  Chapter 3 A Private Beach Party

  We have a wonderful time, my chaperone is an amazing gentleman and attends to my every need, treating me with respect and paying me full attention, all evening. As we come out of a quiet, little bar, off the beaten track, he heads towards the beach.

  “Antonio?” I say, “why me?” I have to ask the big question.

  “Why you, what?” he replies, questioningly.

  “Why did you ask me out?” I dare to push the question further.

  “Why not you?” he laughs as he puts his arm around my shoulder. “You are a beautiful sexy woman, why would I not ask you out?”

  I look into his face to see if he’s mocking me, but all I see is a genuine smile, and a little twinkle in his eyes.

  He stands in front of me and gently puts an arm around me and a finger under my chin, as he lifts up my face, me presses his soft lips onto mine. I cannot resist. My first kiss from a sexy Italian guy, who would have thought I’d beat my friends and be the first out on a dat
e. I feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach as he gently strokes my cheek, while his lips are pressed to mine. We must look an odd couple, he tall and slender and me short, and very curvy. I’m almost standing on my tiptoes to get that kiss.

  “Shall we go and walk by the sea?” he says, pulling away from my lips. “The beach is beautiful in the moonlight and there will be very few people around now.”

  We walk towards the seashore hand in hand. The beach is deserted, as he said it would be, and the light of the moon glitters on the sea, giving it a perfectly romantic ethereal glow.

  We get to the shoreline and he embraces me again, kissing me full on the lips, more firmly this time and with more passion. His tongue pushes into my mouth and I moan lightly, opening up my lips a little more to let his tongue explore my mouth. Ohh, he tastes so good, and I feel a little disappointed when he pulls away.

  He takes my arm in his and we continue our walk along the moonlit beach. We both remove our shoes and walk closer to the sea, letting the warm water rush over our feet. My head is resting on his side as we walk, I feel very much the lucky girl tonight, and it’s not over yet.

  As we walk along the beach, the darkness surrounds us, until we can hardly see where we are treading, the only light we have now, is the moonlight.

  “Let us go sit up there, where it is dry and sheltered by the rocks,” Antonio suggests.

  He’s right, it’s a perfect spot. A balmy evening with the sound of crashing waves and the moonlight casting a silver glow over everything. Perfect bliss.

  We sit upon the warm, dry sand and he takes me in his arms, gently pushing me down onto my back. His grip is firm and insistent, but I have no intent on stopping him. He reaches down and presses his lips, hard against mine. I welcome his tongue again, as it explores my mouth, and I meet it with a loving caress of my own.

  He slips the straps of my top, down and over my shoulders to reveal naked skin. Instantly he plants little kisses all over my neck, working down to my shoulders and then onto my breasts. Pulling my top down further he reveals my cleavage and buries his face in-between the two mounds. I can’t help but push by breasts into his face, smothering him in flesh, he moans appreciatively. As he reaches behind and with a deft touch, he quickly unfastens my bra, releasing my large breasts, as they fall onto his face.

  I can feel the passion and heat rising inside of me, and I have an urge to lick him, to taste his skin. He moves up from my breasts and I bury my face into his neck, kissing and licking at his throat. The saltiness of his skin tastes amazing on my tongue, and I lap away like a little puppy dog trying to please its master. His hands are roaming over my large breasts, squeezing them firmly while I lathe his neck with my tongue.

  He pulls away from me and takes his t-shirt over his head, revealing a broad, tanned chest, hairless and smooth with clear muscle definition. I press my face into his torso, kissing and licking at his bare skin. Passion overcomes me as I bite harder, and scratch at the skin on his back. I suddenly stop, shocked at the ferocity of my passion. With a sudden fear that I’ve gone too far and maybe he doesn't like what I’m doing, but his smiling face reassures me, as do his words, urging me not to stop.

  Leaning forward he takes my nipple between his wet lips, sucking the bud into his mouth and teasing the end with his tongue. The pleasure is amazing as little jolts of electricity shoot through my body, originating at my nipples and shooting to every erogenous zone I have. A pleasure filled moan escapes my lips and I feel the heat building up between my legs, as he expertly manipulates my teats.

  His hands are fluttering all over my skin, sending tingles of pleasure throughout my body as he slowly works his way down over my tummy, and into the waistband of my crop pants, all the time alternating his lips between each nipple, making sure neither one is left out. He is an expert lover, my Italian Stallion. With a nimble touch, he has my cotton pants unfastened, and his hand is exploring further into my panties, his fingers trailing over my lightly haired mound before dipping into the cleft that is wet, and welcoming. Finding my pleasure bud, he rubs it between his finger and thumb.

  I close my eyes and let the waves of pleasure crash over me as his tongue runs down my throat to my breasts. Gently nibbling at the folds in my skin. Over my breasts, onto my belly. I feel a tickling sensation as he works his way further down to my mound. His tongue licks between my labia lips, probing at my wetness and I can hear my own voice moaning at the wicked feelings he’s giving me. I want to give back, but he seems to want to play with my body.

  I feel him nibbling at my inner thigh, his teeth nipping at my skin. His hands go behind me and grab at my ass. He pulls my hips towards his face and buries himself in my mound, his tongue probing my most intimate of places, sending shudders of passion through my body and making me gasp out in pleasure.

  He moves back up my body and whispers into my ear, “I love a woman with plenty to hold, I want to bury myself in your breasts, and smother myself in your voluptuous flesh,” he tells me.

  Shifting his position, so he is between my legs, I can feel his hardness brushing on the inside of my thigh, hot and stiff. He moves again, his stiff cock pushing at my labia until my lips enfold it in their warm wetness, and welcome him in. At the same time that he pushes forward, I feel my hips strutting to meet him, until our groins bump together and his cock is buried deep inside of me. He holds it there, like that, buried, so the tip is rubbing against that spot deep inside of me, that gives me so much pleasure.

  “Ohh, mio grande bella donna,” he pants in my ear, his Italian accent so sexy, and although I don't understand his words, it’s clear they are words of pleasure.

  He starts a steady rhythm of lovemaking, fully embedding his hardness deep inside of me, before almost completely withdrawing, so that just the tip of his cock is resting against my labia, before plunging all the way back in again.

  “Fuck me, fuck me Antonio," I beg, as his rhythm builds up speed. His erection easily sliding in and out of my wetness, our bodies glued together with the heat of our passion.

  I scratch at his naked back, and bite on his shoulder with total abandon, as I start to lose control. Somewhere in my head, I think about the marks I will be leaving, and wonder if he likes the pain I’m giving him. But, I don’t really care, lust has totally overcome me as I grind myself on his cock, my clit rubbing against his pubic hair, the friction increasing the sexual passion pushing it to new heights. He must realise I’m close, as he whispers into my ear, “ride it, ride it baby.”

  He is close too, I can feel it, his breathing is labored and he’s making animalistic grunts of desire, I know he must be as near as I am. I press down harder onto his cock, which is so hard and so deep that it’s almost painful, but the pain only serves to increase the level of my pleasure, and pushes me closer to my orgasm.

  He suddenly builds up his speed, even more, thrusting harder and deeper into me, his cock banging against my cervix, deep inside. That’s the final tipping point, his deep thrusting pushes me over the edge, and my body is wracked with spasms as wave after wave of pleasure sweep over me. I have the most powerful orgasm, so strong that I scream out my passion, not caring who hears. His cock has swollen ever thicker as he speeds up his thrusting, banging into me like a steam piston, until he too shouts out, as he pumps his seed into me.

  We collapse together with a deep sigh, and I put my arms around his strong naked back and caress the scratches that I did earlier.

  “Nessy,” he says my name, “you are glorious, where have you been all my life? In a moment, when I get my breath back, we must go and skinny dip,” he laughs.

  Then he gets up and I see his tall, broad silhouette as he runs to the sea, looking back over his shoulder he urges me to follow. I can’t help but think that I’m such a lucky woman, days do not get much better than this.

  The evening is warm, the sky full of pinpricks of light from the stars, and the moon casts a soft glow over everything. I can hear the gentle splashes of sea calling me to join m
y man in its waves. How can I resist? I follow him, naked, into the cool waters of the Mediterranean.

  Chapter 4 Sexual Healing

  The girls had been bothering me all day about my tryst with Antonia, and I couldn't help myself but tell them all the graphic details. They look on with faux scandalous stares, as I recall our lovemaking on the beach.

  “Good for you, Nessy,” Hannah’s announces, “it’s about time you had some fun, especially after the way that bastard, Johnny, treated you.”

  Hannah was referring to an ex who had treated me pretty badly. The experience had put me off men for ages, but Antonia was changing all of that. My opinion of men was slowly improving. I haven’t seen him all day, and when I enquire at the restaurant, they inform me it’s his day off. I really had hoped that I would see him again, and it hadn’t simply been a one night stand for both him.

  We spent most of the day lounging by the hotel swimming pool, drinking cocktails and eying up the local talent, but night time was creeping in and it was time to head off into the local nightlife.

  It’s our second night here, and I’m out on the town with Hannah and Lin, only this time we’re checking out the dancing scene.

  Sat outside, in a palm shaded courtyard, we find ourselves once again drinking pink cocktails. This is a busy place, full to the brim with holiday makers milling around. The doors to the club are open and we can here the pounding music emanating outwards, and spilling into the street. Suddenly, we are bombarded with loud screams and cheers from inside the club, drowning out the music. Our curiosity gets the better of us, so we go inside to see what all the commotion is about. We had sat outside, because a large group of European women were booked in the club for their Hen night, celebrating the last night before the bride’s wedding. So we had slipped away, to let them have the floor. However, now we were back inside, we could see what all the screaming and cheering was about. Two hunky males have the stage and are performing a striptease for them. They have masks on, but very little else, the show is obviously coming to a close and we’ve missed most of the performance. Their glistening, naked torsos are well tanned, indicating they are locals. They’re dancing a beat to a Marvin Gaye song, Sexual Healing. They grind and twist their hips, in time to the beat. I watch, fascinated at the sight of two gorgeous men, who clearly have a talent for dancing, show us what they’re made of.