Sharon's Wolves (Wolf Masters Book 10)

by Becca Jameson

  Her vision swam as her pussy gripped in tandem with her tight rear.

  And still Jackson sucked, only slowing and easing back when she lowered her ass to the mattress. Sweat beaded at her temples, and Cooper kissed it away.

  When Jackson released her clit and slowly removed his fingers from inside her, Cooper smoothed a hand down her belly and between her legs. He pressed his palm into her clit and reached inside her channel with two fingers, pulling out her arousal and lifting it to his mouth. He sucked her essence from his hand.

  Her heart pounded as she watched him do it again. “You taste amazing.” Again he dipped his fingers into her. This time he tapped her lips with her own moisture before sucking his fingers into his mouth. “Taste yourself, baby.”

  She shuddered as she licked her lips, tasting herself for the first time. Sweeter than she expected. So heady.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “I need to be inside you,” Jackson said. He pulled himself onto all fours, his cock hanging rigid beneath him.

  “God, please.” Her face was flushed as she spoke. Her sex was swollen and red and wet.

  He couldn’t wait another moment. Damn the consequences of this decision. They were both right. Denial wasn’t an option.

  “Lie back,” Cooper said in a deep throaty voice.

  Jackson nodded and stretched himself out so his head was at the foot of her bed. His dick bobbed above him now. If it could talk, it would be cussing a long streak.

  Cooper lifted Sharon by the waist and settled her over Jackson so that she straddled his thighs. “You’re going to have to take it slow. We need to all three come together, more or less.” Cooper pressed a hand between Sharon’s shoulders until she leaned forward on all fours above Jackson.

  Jackson’s mouth watered as though he were about to feast on her again. The thought of that tight warmth surrounding his cock undid him. He grabbed her waist and helped steady her shaky frame. Her tits hung over his chest, the tips of her nipples grazing the slight dusting of hair on his pecs. It drove him insane. He could only imagine what it did to her.

  Cooper straddled Jackson’s legs also and inched up behind Sharon. He pressed a hand on her lower back again. “Lower yourself over Jackson’s cock, baby.”

  Her arms shook.

  Jackson released her waist with one hand and grabbed his cock to line it up with her pussy. He gritted his teeth as he helped lower her over his length. He wasn’t sure he could keep from coming as soon as he entered her tight warmth. In fact, he gasped around her grip on his cock. “Jesus, fuck. Cooper, you better move fast.”

  For whatever reason he couldn’t explain, the threesome didn’t feel awkward to him at all. It felt perfectly normal, as if the three of them were meant to do this. Had been destined to reach this moment their entire lives.

  A soft pop sounded, drawing Jackson’s attention to the lube Cooper stroked onto his cock. He then squeezed a line of it on his fingers and reached between Sharon’s spread crack to tease her rear hole. “That’s it. Rock into my fingers. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

  Sharon moaned, setting her forehead on Jackson’s chest. “Oh. God.”

  Jackson knew the moment Cooper penetrated her hole with two fingers. He felt the pressure against his cock through the thin barrier. It occurred to him he shouldn’t find the other man’s fingers so pleasurable, but his eyes rolled back in his head, and he lost the ability to breathe.

  It didn’t take long before Cooper stopped scissoring inside her and replaced his fingers with his cock. “Relax, baby. Let me in.”

  Sharon stiffened for a moment.

  Jackson found some brain cells and commanded his hands to smooth up her waist to cup her breasts. They were so damn perfect on her. He molded his palms around their weight and squeezed gently.

  Sharon breathed in deeply and then exhaled.

  Cooper took that opportunity to push into her.

  Sharon’s face shot up. She panted as she looked down at Jackson.

  Jackson held as still as possible, the other man’s cock destroying him with the pressure as they rubbed against each other inside their woman.

  Indescribable pleasure. And he needed to move. He ground his teeth together and dug his heels into the mattress.

  When Cooper pulled almost out, he lifted Sharon at the same time. And then he lowered her and pushed back in.

  So tight. Fuck me.

  Again.

  Jackson slid his hands down to grip her hips and help her lift. She eased her fingers from the sides of his head and set her palms on his chest. Her eyes were glazed over, but they seemed partially focused on him.

  A small smile formed at the corners of her mouth. “Incredible.”

  “Yeah.” He lifted his head to kiss her gently and then didn’t have the strength to hold it up. His eyes fluttered shut as he concentrated on how good it felt to have her wrapped around his cock while Cooper’s dick stroked up and down his with each pass.

  They took it slow. They had to or they would come before they had a chance to enjoy this.

  Suddenly, Sharon tipped her head back, arching her chest as her mouth fell open. No sound came out, and then she started shaking. A long moan escaped her lips at the same time as her pussy gripped his cock so tightly he couldn’t hold back. And then she screamed. Just watching the ecstasy on her face would have sent him over the edge.

  He held her down over him, and buried deep inside her, he emptied his seed. No condom. No barrier. No protection. Just skin on skin. Something he’d never experienced before.

  Sensational.

  He knew Cooper came right behind them, his own cock buried deep in her ass.

  As the pulsing subsided, the only sound in the room was three sets of heavy breathing.

  Sharon lowered herself so that she lay flat against Jackson’s chest. Her lips found his pecs, and she rained kisses on his heated skin.

  He’d died and gone straight to heaven.

  ∙•∙

  Cooper found it difficult to stay upright behind Sharon. His legs threatened to give out, but he didn’t want to pull out of her yet.

  So tight. She was going to be sore, though he doubted she would complain.

  Before he could fully wrap his mind around their union, she was in his head. “I’ve died. You’ve both killed me.”

  Cooper chuckled.

  Jackson flinched. “Lord, that’s weird,” he said out loud. “You weren’t kidding.”

  Reluctantly, Cooper pulled out slowly, his cock protesting the entire time. He could have gone another round without much pause, but Sharon would be hurting if he did.

  She whimpered anyway when he pulled out, nearly killing him with her small noises.

  On wobbly legs, he climbed from the bed and headed to the attached bath. He smiled at the oversized tub and flipped on the water before grabbing a washcloth and heading back to the bedroom.

  Jackson lifted Sharon off him and set her on her back next to him.

  Her legs fell open on their own, and Cooper climbed between them to wipe away their lovemaking. “I’m running a bath.”

  She smiled languidly without opening her eyes. “Sounds like heaven.”

  Jackson lifted up onto his elbows, not hiding his semi-erect cock. The man was already coming around. “How big is the tub?”

  “Big enough.”

  “Excellent.” He sat up all the way, hauled Sharon up next to him, and then scooted them both toward the edge of the bed as Cooper stepped to the floor.

  Cooper tucked one hand under Sharon’s legs, settled the other behind her back, and lifted her against his chest.

  She squealed and then giggled. “I can walk, you know.”

  “I’m aware.” He turned them slightly when he reached the doorway and then made a few more strides to the edge of the tub. He set her down. “Hang on. Let me check the temperature.” He dipped a hand under the water. It was perfect, already heated enough to get in.

  Sharon stepped into the water first.

>   Jackson climbed in behind her and hauled her back against his chest.

  Cooper took the other end of the tub, easing into the water and settling Sharon’s feet on his thighs. He met Jackson’s gaze over her head. “You okay?”

  “Better than.”

  “Good.”

  “What about me?” Sharon asked, her eyes fluttering open. “Does anyone care how I am?” she joked.

  Jackson wrapped his arms under her breasts, pushing them upward so her nipples poked out of the rising water. “Everyone knows how you feel. Even the neighbors.”

  She gasped playfully and swatted at his arm. “They do not.”

  “Yes, baby, they do.” Cooper grinned. “Good thing my piece of land on the reservation puts our house far away from anyone else’s.”

  Her face turned a darker shade of red. “Stop it.”

  “Never.” Jackson leaned forward and kissed her on the head. “Makes my cock hard just thinking about the noises you make. I’ll never get that sound out of my head. I’m ruined.”

  Cooper grinned. “You and me both.”

  Jackson sobered. “So what happens now?”

  “Just this.” Sharon drew circles on Jackson’s forearm under her chest. “We enjoy ourselves for a few days and then attempt to reenter society in small increments.”

  “Unless there’s another quake. In which case, I reluctantly flee the condo and leave you two to have sex without me.” Cooper groaned at the thought.

  “So, you’re saying we won’t always have sex with all three of us?”

  “Hell no.” Cooper shook his head. “Sometimes there will just be two of us. Except you and me of course.”

  Jackson visibly shuddered. “When are you expecting the next earthquake?” he teased.

  Cooper splashed water at his face. “Just after you head out to inspect some logging site.”

  “I see why we would be inclined to stick close to home,” Jackson mused.

  Cooper stared at Sharon’s breasts. He was a boob man through and through. Always had been. And hers were perfection. Just the right size and shape. Pert. Deep pink nipples that darkened when she was aroused.

  “Stroke her nipples, Jackson. I want to watch.”

  Her head lolled to one side as Jackson removed his arm from under her breasts so they bounced free halfway under the water.

  Cooper switched off the flow of warm water spilling into the tub from the side and returned his gaze to Sharon’s chest. He loved pussy. Hers in particular. But his first love was tits.

  Jackson cupped them from below and then swung his thumbs up and across the tops until they stroked over her distended tips.

  She arched into him, wrapping her hands around his forearms at both sides.

  “Drop your hands, Sharon.”

  Her eyes widened, and she met his gaze, hesitating at his command.

  He held her gaze with his, not blinking or changing the serious look he knew was on his face. “Let go of Jackson’s arms, baby. Put your hands at your sides.”

  She slowly let her fingers peel away and lowered them into the water.

  Even through the depths of the tub, he scented her change. Her pussy leaked. Her arousal shot through the roof. Her face flushed for the millionth time. It would always be a telltale sign of how horny she was. She liked being told what to do. No. She loved it.

  Jackson stroked her tits, his face lowered to watch as the nipples darkened and elongated.

  She was horny all right. Perhaps more than when they’d been inside her.

  Fuck me. No mate could have been more perfectly selected for him.

  “Pinch them, Jackson.”

  Jackson didn’t lift his gaze toward Cooper, but he did grasp the tight points between his thumbs and pointers and lightly squeezed.

  “Harder.”

  Jackson continued. He even twisted the tips back and forth, rolling them between his fingers as she now writhed beneath him.

  She had no idea there was a constant low moan coming from her lips. So fucking sexy. That’s why he continued.

  His cock was rigid again, and he let one hand wander between his legs to wrap around the shaft and stroke up and down under the water.

  “Jesus,” Jackson breathed. “Who are you controlling? Her? Or me? Or both?”

  “Mmm.” Cooper didn’t comment further. This was totally unfamiliar territory for him also. He’d never been with two people before, and certainly never been with another man. But he knew he was innately rather dominant. Or at least he liked to make his women feel the way Sharon’s face projected she felt now.

  Jackson adjusted himself behind Sharon, perhaps relieving the pressure against his cock or increasing it.

  Cooper continued to masturbate while he stared at Sharon’s tits.

  The water made small waves across the surface from their combined movements, the splashes often lapping over her nipples and making her squirm.

  Her head lolled to one side farther. She gripped her thighs with her fingers. He would let her do that. She needed it. It grounded her. But man he could not wait to secure her hands to that slatted headboard of hers and give her no mercy. If this was how she reacted to gentle commands in the tub, he could only imagine what would happen when he really took charge.

  “Let go of one tit and fuck her pussy with your fingers, Jackson. I want to watch her come.” He stroked himself with a bit more pressure, letting his arousal increase with hers.

  Sharon’s mouth fell open when Jackson breached her tight entrance.

  Under the water, Cooper watched as Jackson pressed his palm flat against her clit and thrust his fingers into her sheath. He did exactly what Cooper wanted him to do and fucked her hard and fast.

  “That’s it. Neither of you has any idea how fucking hot it is to watch you like this.” He squeezed his cock and stopped stroking for a second, keeping his impending orgasm at bay.

  Jackson seemed to hold his breath as he released her breast and flattened his palm against her neck, spreading his fingers so her head tipped farther away from him, leaving her neck exposed.

  Waves lapped over her nipples, making her writhe further, but Jackson held her steady, fucking her harder, his fingers thrusting in and out of her rapidly.

  Cooper stroked his cock again as Sharon’s breaths came quicker. Her fingers dug into her thighs. Her heels dug into his. When she arched her chest out and sucked in a sharp breath, he came, her scream of release right behind the jets of come that spilled into the water from his cock.

  Jesus, she was hot. She was going to be the death of him.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Sharon rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She didn’t have the energy to lift a single limb. Judging by the rays of sun streaming through the window, she’d been asleep a few hours.

  She could hear Jackson and Cooper in the living room, their voices muted. When she’d fallen into a deep sleep, they’d been at her sides. How long had they napped?

  It seemed as though she might be able to stay right where she was all day, or several days even, but then she caught a whiff of food. Her stomach growled seconds later. She was starving.

  Cringing at the effort, she hauled herself to sitting and then swung her legs around and eased off the bed, holding on to the edge until she was sure her wobbly muscles would support her weight. It wasn’t as though she was in bad physical shape. She could normally ski eight hours, hike all day, or even clear trails single-handedly in the spring. But after mating all morning and several orgasms, she was weak.

  “Food,” she muttered under her breath. She padded across the room and pulled open drawers until she had at least a meager hodgepodge of clothing. In other words, panties, track shorts, and a clean tank top. Enough to give her some modesty without going to too much effort.

  As she stepped into the great room, pulling her hair into a loose bun on top of her head, both men turned to face her. They were smiling, and they each had something in their hands, evidence of lunch being prepared.

/>   “You cook?”

  Cooper chuckled. “When I want to eat, I do.”

  Jackson lifted his eyebrows and tilted his head to one side. “I’m thirty-four. I live alone. So yes, I cook too.”

  Cooper yanked his body around to face Jackson. “You’re thirty-four?”

  Jackson swatted him on the arm. “Yes, wiseguy, I’m that old.”

  Sharon leaned against the entrance to the room and crossed her arms under her chest. Her heart swelled. They were getting along. “Cooper is the baby here, then.”

  “Ah ha.” Jackson pointed a spatula at his male mate. “You act like you’re much older than you are. I knew it was a ruse. How old are you anyway?”

  Cooper shrugged. “You have almost a decade on me. Ten years after you’re gone, I’ll still be chasing Sharon around the bedroom.”

  Jackson tipped his head back and laughed. “Don’t count on it. With your anal need to control everything around you, I bet my longevity extends yours.”

  Sharon’s smile grew until her face hurt. They weren’t just getting along. They were enjoying each other. She decided to join the banter and make their blood boil. “Being female, statistically I will bury you both and go on to mate another man or two or three.” She shrugged.

  They both paled, exactly what she intended.

  “Get your sweet ass over here,” Cooper demanded.

  “See? What did I say? Bossy.” Jackson turned back around to flip something in a pan on the stove.

  “Smells good. What are we having?” she asked as she sauntered closer.

  Jackson twisted his neck around to respond. “Grilled whatever-you-had-in-the-refrigerator.”

  “Ah, so lunch meat and a variety of sliced cheese. Smells delicious. I’m in serious need of nourishment.”

  Jackson turned back around and leaned against the counter, crossing his legs. He wore the same jeans as earlier, but nothing else. Even his bare feet were sexy as hell. When he bent one arm under his chest and set the other elbow in his hand, his broad shoulders stretched forward, making her salivate. “That’s because Bossy tried to kill us both with his words in the tub. My arms are still shaking from the effort.”

  She heaved herself onto one of the bar stools at the island and giggled. “Yeah, what’s up with that? You planning to order us both around regularly?”