Sharon's Wolves (Wolf Masters Book 10)

by Becca Jameson

  Never mind it was highly unethical to have sex in the room Cooper was using as an office.

  Never mind if he allowed himself to close the distance between Sharon’s lips and his for a second kiss, he’d be doomed to ignore his good common sense.

  He wanted her.

  Now.

  Here.

  Damn the consequences.

  “Are all your coworkers out in the field?”

  Cooper nodded. “Yep.” He nibbled a path across Sharon’s shoulder and onto her neck.

  Sharon leaned her head back against Cooper’s chest when Cooper slipped his hands under her sweater and tank top and smoothed them up her body, pushing the material higher. She moaned as Cooper eased both shirts over her head and dropped them on the floor.

  Jackson glanced at the tight grip she resumed on his biceps while she bit her bottom lip as Cooper cupped her breasts and thumbed the nipples. The deep pink tinge darkened under his touch, and it seemed as though her breasts visibly swelled.

  When Cooper pinched her nipples between his thumbs and pointers, she gasped.

  Yep. Watching her come undone was amazing. But Jackson needed to taste her. He dipped the tips of his fingers under the waistline of her jeans at her ass and eased them around the denim until he reached the button. When he popped it loose, she arched her torso toward him.

  His woman was needy. To add to the torture, he lowered the zipper far slower than necessary, listening to the subtle changes in her breathing.

  Finally, he wiggled the jeans over her hips and let them fall to her knees. He had to bend down to tug her shoes off and then pull the legs of her jeans over her feet. And then he flattened his palms on her calves and smoothed them up her legs until he reached her panties.

  “Jesus… Jackson… Oh, God. Cooper…”

  He smiled at her fluster as he tucked a finger into both sides of her panties and lowered them down her legs. And then she was gloriously naked. And so damn beautiful she took his breath away. He needed to taste her more now than moments ago, so he tucked his feet under him and kneeled in front of her.

  “Spread your legs, baby,” he heard Cooper demand.

  Her feet shuffled farther apart.

  Jackson wrapped his palms around the backs of her thighs and pulled gently, opening her pussy up to his view and allowing him to inhale her scent. He was jealous of Cooper’s ability to scent her from across a crowded room. To make up for that imbalance, he figured it was only fair he be granted permission to nuzzle between her legs frequently.

  Her legs shook beneath his hands as he closed the distance and licked a path from her wet opening to her clit. She tasted like heaven.

  When he speared his tongue into her tight pussy, she lifted onto her tiptoes, her hands landing on his shoulders.

  He’d tasted her earlier that morning, and nothing compared to sucking her arousal into his mouth. Her sweet and salty flavor made him long for more.

  Cooper interrupted his concentration. “Jackson, hold that thought.”

  As her glorious center moved away from his mouth, he nearly groaned. He lifted his gaze to Cooper in confusion, still on his knees in the center of the room while Cooper backed Sharon up a few yards toward a long conference table. Several items were strewn across the surface, and Cooper tucked one arm under Sharon’s breasts while he used the other to push things out of the way.

  Jackson hauled himself to standing and followed. Cooper hopped his ass onto the table and scooted back, and then he grabbed Sharon by the waist and lifted her onto his lap.

  She grabbed his wrists in shock, her eyes widening. “Cooper, what…” Before she could finish her thought, Cooper had her settled on his thighs and had wrapped his hands under her knees, pulling them wide so her feet landed on the table straddling his legs.

  Jackson smiled and spun around to find a chair. Seconds later he rolled a desk chair up to his mates, lowered himself onto the seat, and adjusted the height to its lowest so he could lean in and resume devouring Sharon’s delicious center.

  She squirmed in protest. “Jesus. Guys…”

  Cooper had her arms pinned behind his as his hands roamed up her legs, across her belly, and back to his obviously favorite feature—her tits.

  Her knees shook, and Jackson set his hands on both of them and pushed them wider.

  Sexiest sight ever.

  Her pussy glistened with her arousal, and he wasted no time closing the distance until he dipped his tongue back into her warmth and drew out more of her wetness. Lord. She was so tight and wet. So needy.

  She moaned, attempting to lift her ass off Cooper’s lap unsuccessfully. She was pinned.

  “Make her come, Jackson. God, I love to watch her face when she comes.”

  Jackson almost chuckled at the way Cooper continually ordered him around, manipulating him to fuck their shared mate, earlier with his fingers, now with his mouth. Would it unnerve him to have Cooper direct Jackson’s use of his cock? He had no doubt it would happen.

  Jackson found he didn’t give a rat’s ass as long as he was able to turn Sharon into putty under his administrations. Being commanded him to make Sharon writhe with pleasure was no hardship. He spread her wider and sucked her clit into his mouth, tonguing it repeatedly until she stiffened beneath him.

  He heard his name whispered from her lips and lowered his mouth to fuck her tight pussy with his tongue again.

  “Please,” she pleaded. “Oh. God.”

  When he returned to torture her clit with his lips and tongue, he knew she was on the edge. Her breath hitched and held.

  “That’s it, baby,” Cooper said. “Let it go. Come for us.”

  That did it. Sharon’s clit throbbed beneath his tongue as the pulses of her orgasm took her over the edge. Loud whimpers of satisfaction escaped her mouth, and Jackson didn’t release her until she flinched.

  He lifted his gaze, wiping her arousal on the back of his hand. “That was the single sexiest event I’ve ever participated in.”

  Cooper smiled over her shoulder. “There are ten thousand more where that came from.”

  Jackson didn’t doubt it for a second.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Sharon squirmed as it dawned on her that her men had her completely naked while they remained fully clothed. How had she missed that?

  It seemed it would be short lived however because Jackson stood, whipped his shirt over his head, and lowered the zipper on his jeans. He kicked off his shoes while he tugged the denim down his legs. Seconds later, he was as naked as she was.

  She felt the smile that spread on Cooper’s face and knew whatever he would say next would be as controlling as his previous actions. “Sit back down on the chair,” he told Jackson.

  Jackson rolled his eyes. “This bossy side of yours…” But he complied.

  Sharon would do the same. Any time. Any place. Because it was clear whatever Cooper said was never going to let anyone down.

  Cooper lifted her off his lap and set her on wobbly legs. “Turn around.”

  She spun to face him and watched as he shed his clothes as quickly as Jackson had without jumping down from the table. When he was naked, he scooted to the edge, his enormous cock in one hand, the tip jutting upward and leaking with precome.

  She couldn’t take her gaze off his length. She wanted to taste it, run her tongue up and down the shaft until he moaned. When she stepped forward with that intent, Cooper lifted his free hand to stop her.

  “I can smell her arousal,” Cooper said, his gaze on her, his words meant for Jackson. “Settle her on your cock facing me, her legs spread wide over your thighs.”

  She shuddered, not completely sure what made her arousal return in full force, the visual of what he was suggesting or his commanding words alone.

  Probably both.

  Jackson lifted her by the hips and nudged her legs apart so she straddled him. The position left her pussy open and exposed. Vulnerable. Needy.

  As he lowered her over his cock, he used one ha
nd to guide his length and the other to steady her torso.

  She wobbled forward without anything to gain purchase on, but Cooper caught her hands and settled them on his firm thighs. His cock bobbed inches from her mouth.

  Moments later, she was distracted from the vision in front of her as Jackson impaled her pussy. She arched her chest forward and moaned. With her legs spread like that and the direction she faced, her clit strained forward, swelling at the exposure.

  “Baby, that’s so fucking hot.” Cooper stroked his free hand up and down her arms and then dragged the tips of his fingers over her breasts. “I love the way these hang in front of you, jiggling with every movement.”

  She gasped as he thumbed the tips, making her shiver. She was at their mercy, unable to remove her hands from Cooper’s thighs without getting off balance. Letting her gaze zone in on his thick cock, she licked her lips and closed the distance to taste the come leaking from the tip.

  Cooper groaned at the slight touch, gripping his cock tighter and lining it up with her lips.

  She wiggled her tongue in the slit at the top and drew his precome into her mouth.

  “Jesus,” Cooper muttered.

  His taste was tangy, masculine, Cooper. The hint of soap from his shower that morning lingered on his skin, and she lowered her mouth over his cock to suck a good deal of the length between her lips.

  Jackson gripped her hips and lifted her several inches off his shaft before lowering her back down.

  Her legs dangled outside his thighs, but there was nothing for her to set her feet on. She was stuck at the mercy of her men.

  The next time Jackson lifted her, she let Cooper’s cock slide between her lips at the same time. A second later, Jackson slammed her back down, making her moan around the invasion of the hard male shaft stretching her lips wider.

  Jackson set the rhythm.

  Sharon enjoyed the ride.

  How he managed to keep her aligned was amazing, but she lowered herself farther, setting her elbows on Cooper’s thighs and wrapping one hand around his length. The angle of Jackson’s cock thrusting in and out of her was amazing. Her brain was overloaded with sensation. On the heels of a beautiful orgasm, she climbed right back to the edge.

  Wrapping her lips tighter around Cooper, she dragged her tongue up his length.

  And then her entire body jolted when Jackson’s fingers found her clit and rubbed. With her legs spread like they were and her body leaning forward, he had the freedom to destroy her. And he did.

  Her lips would no longer obey the command to continue sucking, and she held Cooper in her mouth without moving. Her thighs stiffened as Jackson drove her higher each time he thrust into her.

  The orgasm came on fast, washing through her like a tidal wave. It didn’t end quickly either, because Jackson continued to stroke her clit until one orgasm turned into two, and he picked up speed inside her, plunging deeper with each thrust.

  She moaned around Cooper’s shaft, realizing she wasn’t giving him much but unable to control that section of her body.

  Cooper’s hands threaded into her hair, massaging her scalp in a way that told her he was fine.

  Finally, Jackson held her down over him, releasing her clit to grab both hips and keep her right where he wanted. Buried deep, he came, gasping her name softly with each breath. Every pulse made her squeeze her channel around his length.

  When he was spent, he leaned forward and rained kisses on her shoulder blades.

  She moaned around Cooper’s cock, finding the brain cells to tighten her grip and suckle him. Shocking her, he came with just a few passes of her lips across his shaft. He didn’t pressure her to swallow, but she lowered her mouth as far as she could and allowed his come to coat her throat.

  When the orgasm subsided, Cooper pulled his fingers through her hair and reached for her shoulders to push her upright.

  Jackson wrapped his arms under her breasts and held her back against his chest, his cock still buried inside her, her legs spread wide.

  She batted her eyes open to smile at Cooper. “Sorry. I got distracted.”

  Cooper shook his head. “Baby, when I’m inside your mouth, it doesn’t matter what you do. It feels fantastic.”

  “I wasn’t moving.”

  He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. “Doesn’t matter.” He cupped her face with one hand and spoke inches from her. “The feel of your mouth around my cock is enough. I almost came watching you come.”

  She flushed, feeling the heat race up her face. “Didn’t take you long, that’s for sure,” she teased.

  He shrugged and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “You do that to me.” And then he sat back, staring down at her before lifting his gaze to Jackson. “One more?”

  She stiffened. One more what?

  Jackson held her steady with one hand around her waist and lowered the other toward her clit.

  “No. Oh, no you don’t. I’m too sensitive.” She batted at his hands.

  “Tuck her arms under yours,” Cooper stated, his voice controlled and authoritative. Just enough of a demand to get Jackson to do his bidding once again, but not enough to insult the man.

  Sharon squirmed, trying to get free. “No. Guys. No. Really. I can’t take another one.”

  “You can.” Cooper leaned back, putting his hands behind him to hold his body up. “And I want to watch.”

  Jackson released his grip around her chest long enough to tuck one arm under his bicep. When he replaced his forearm under her breasts, he grabbed her other arm with his hand and wrapped his fingers around it firmly.

  She was trapped.

  His cock was embedded inside her. Hard. As if he hadn’t come moments before.

  Her clit pulsed, wetness cooling its exposed tip and making her hyper aware of her exposure once again.

  Jackson spread his knees several more inches apart, forcing her thighs to widen farther.

  Her nipples stiffened again as she shuddered before he touched her anyplace specific. The arguments on the tip of her tongue died with renewed lust at the look on Cooper’s face and the way Jackson restrained her. “I’m not really into this sort of thing,” she muttered.

  “What sort of thing, love?” Jackson whispered into her ear as he plucked at one nipple until it throbbed under the assault.

  She willed him to lower his hand to the outstretched nub. Where moments ago she had pleaded for a different sort of mercy. “Bondage,” she replied.

  Cooper chuckled softly. “It would appear that you are. And you’re gorgeous all flushed and needy. You keep biting your lower lip. Your eyes are unfocused. Your nipples are amazing dark pink circles. And I can see your clit glistening with your arousal, poking out from the hood with the increased blood flow. Swollen.” He leaned forward again. “Needy. Just let yourself feel. Don’t fight it.”

  She tried to focus on him, but every syllable he uttered drove her arousal higher until her vision swam. She squirmed again. The sensation was unnerving. She’d never experienced restraint. Never even considered it. It was maddening how right he was. How well could the man read her in just a few short hours?

  Jackson switched to her other nipple, licking his fingers and then tapping the distended tip several times until she writhed. “Please. Oh, God. Please.”

  Her pussy grasped at his hard cock, wishing he would move. Anything.

  Jackson ignored her pleas and circled first one nipple and then the other with the tip of his finger, almost too gently to feel. He brushed her hair away from her shoulder with his chin and kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Sexy as hell, love.”

  Cooper drew her attention when his hands moved, and she watched as he took his cock in one hand and slowly stroked from the base to the tip. The visual was so hot, she couldn’t breathe. “Stroke her clit, Jackson,” he commanded.

  Jackson licked his fingers again and drew them down the front of her body in slow motion until he set the wet tips directly on her sensitive clit and light
ly flicked.

  She writhed beneath the contact, her brain turning to mush and her belly plummeting as all her blood raced to her pussy. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a moan came out, long and low and unrecognizable.

  Her eyes fluttered shut, and she didn’t have the energy to open them. Her head lolled against Jackson’s shoulder.

  “God, you’re sexy,” he whispered in her ear, his voice sounding far away. His fingers pressed harder, pinching her clit between two of them and then pulling it away from her body gently. His movements were slow, calculated, intense.

  Two hands landed on her breasts, shocking her. She hadn’t sensed Cooper approaching. He leaned in closer and licked first one nipple and then the other. “Have I mentioned how fucking hot your tits are?” His hands trailed down to her thighs.

  Suddenly Jackson’s fingers disappeared from her clit, and she found herself lifted off his cock.

  Her eyes shot open as she was suspended in air. Cooper met her gaze. “Hold on, baby.” He reached between her legs, spread her wetness toward her rear entrance, and thrust two fingers in to lubricate her.

  “Cooper… Shit… Oh. God…” She fought to get her arms out of confinement, but couldn’t get them above Jackson’s grasp on her.

  And then Jackson lowered her back down, this time slowly impaling her ass instead of her pussy. The stretch made her head spin as every nerve came alive, driving her to a new place where she floated seemingly out of her body.

  She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a moan of pleasure. These two men could play her like a finely tuned instrument. They knew exactly what to do to make her insane with need.

  Jackson’s fingers found her clit again.

  She tried to focus on Cooper as he stepped closer until his body pressed into the V of her legs. He grasped his cock and lined it up with her pussy before she realized what his plan was. And then he was inside, thrusting upward, shoving the last of her brain cells out the top of her head until she was nothing but a ball of sensation.

  Her clit slammed into the base of Cooper’s cock with every thrust while Jackson remained lodged in her tight rear hole. She finally got purchase, grasping onto Cooper’s waist with both hands and then smoothing them around to cup his firm ass.