Shifters & Bad Boys Bundle (Shifters & Bad Boys. Man love, bdsm, and rockstar romance. Book 1)

by Anita Lawless

  I’d never blamed my parents for their frequent absences. I knew they were just trying to give me and Alan a good life. Maybe they were too obsessed with their jobs, but I tried to avoid resenting them. Mom and Dad, for me at least, always had their heart in the right place. Alan had a harder time making peace with them than I did, and I wondered if he came to some inner resolution with our parents before he died. For him, I hoped so.

  Lenny gave me a sappy grin. “That’s adorable. Look at you, getting all soft and gushy.”

  I gave him a sideways look. “I wouldn’t exactly call it that, but okay.”

  “So, ever get lucky with a wrestler?”

  I raised an eyebrow at him. “Did you forget you were my first lay?”

  He slapped his forehead. “Ah, yeah, right. Different question then: Ever wanted to?”

  His hand slid under the hem of my panties as he pulled me closer. I watched more oiled, muscled men enter the ring as I grew hornier. “Sure, I did. The opportunity just never really presented itself.”

  “Hmmm…” was his only reply before he stroked my clit to life and kissed me.

  My hands buried in his soft, thick curls as his tongue slithered past my teeth, tickled the roof of my mouth. His deft hands slid my underwear off in one fluid swipe. I tugged his tank top over his head and quickly unzipped his jeans. He shed them, then helped me shed my thin, oversized t-shirt.

  His lips and tongue curled around my nipple, sucking and swirling until the tip was hard and throbbing. It sent sensation zipping down my body and fanned the desire growing in my cunt. He liked to taste every part of a woman, he often told me, and enjoyed making love to their bodies as much as he enjoying taking pleasure from them.

  He licked a swift trail down my stomach, then the wet point of his tongue glided over my swelling clit. Eating pussy was something he loved to do, and he claimed it was like a French kiss. You had to vary it up to do it right. Use more than just your tongue. He usually involved teeth, lips, and fingers, too, and he always made me come from the ardent attention he gave my pussy.

  He took his lips from the aching bead of flesh long enough to run his tongue up and down the length of my wet slit. Then he poked it into my clenching hole while he rolled and pinched my clitoris. I bucked my hips up and moaned my enjoyment.

  His mouth returned to my clit, sucking and ever so gently nibbling. Next he slipped two fingers inside, stroked my quivering cunt walls, sought out my g-spot. Those fingers curled and found the jackpot. I “Ohhhhhhh,” in response as that welcome tingle fluttered through my g-spot.

  He pulled away and mumbled, “Wait a minute. We need to get a vibrator involved.” It took him mere moments to rifle through my new toy drawer (stocked from supply he’d either gifted me or I’d bought from the shop) and find my favorite. A jelly-skinned contraption with beads inside. It twisted as it vibrated, and the beads twirled inside the pussy. The sensation was phenomenal, and the attached clit stimulator, shaped like a tiny rabbit, made the supreme pleasure the toy gave even better.

  The stimulator flitted over my clit as the soft buzz of the vibrator kicked in. He sucked and licked my nipples back to throbbing, while he slowly slid the cool, smooth toy deep inside my pussy. The vibrator was curved perfectly to stroke the g-spot.

  It twisted and turned inside me, and my cunt walls seized at the pleasure, instinctually clenching and releasing around it. The thick, jelly head thrummed against my g-spot, giving me that sensation akin to a growing need to pee. My pelvis and stomach constricted as the bliss built in intensity.

  His thrusts increased in speed as my hips rocked faster. My clit was now a bundle of erotic fire, teetering on the brink of bursting with stimuli. While he fucked me with the vibrator he lubed up two fingers with my now copious juices, then he slid these up my anus. He caressed my g-spot via both holes, and I soon let out a succession of loud moans and cries as I writhed atop the bed.

  The orgasms exploded through me from front and back with almost violent force. My head and back lifted high off the mattress when I arched in the throes of ecstasy. The trembling in my pussy was so strong it almost hurt, but not in a bad way. When the shivering in my limbs subsided, I fell back against the pillow and caught my breath.

  He tossed the vibrator onto the night table and tugged my legs up his chest. I knew he loved watching a woman come, and it made him all the hornier. But after such an intense orgasm, I usually needed a moment before I could go at it again. The pleasure was so intense, touching me right after such powerful release could sometimes be too much. Like my body and mind short circuited from the stimuli overload.

  He ran his hand down my leg, watching me with wide, brown eyes darkened by desire. “Ready for me to fuck you like crazy now?”

  I took a deep breath, peeled one eye open, but still didn’t fully emerge from the orgasmic fog I floated in. “Yes, oh yes.”

  His meaty glans pushed into my still quivering hole and he buried his cock deep. My g-spot raged with sensation anew, and the feeling was almost too much to take. But I rode it out as he pumped in and out of me slowly, sensually, and the sensation became pleasurable rather than overwhelming.

  It wasn’t long before my g-spot felt like a pounding drum ready to split open again. I dug my fingers deep into his ass cheeks and begged him to “Fuck me harder.” He answered with long, frantic thrusts. My cunt walls squeezed him as tightly as they could, and I shrieked as another orgasm flowed out from far within. He followed soon after, plunging his shaft in until his balls brushed my ass. I felt him twitching inside me as he came hard.

  ***

  Lenny uncovered my eyes, and I stared at the two tier cake with black and white icing that read “Happy Anniversary.”

  I turned to look at him. “Anniversary?”

  He nodded, wearing a triumphant expression. “We’ve lived together eight months today and haven’t killed one another. Quite an accomplishment, if you ask me.”

  “You remember that?” I dipped my finger into a bit of curly frosting at one corner. “Yeesh, if I didn’t carry a day planner I’d forget to go to classes.”

  He slapped my finger away and picked up the cake knife. “I keep telling you I’m not the empty headed image of a rock star you cling to.”

  I grinned as he cut then handed me a piece. “Thank you. Geez, you cook and clean. Maybe you’re not such a bad catch after all.”

  He raised an eyebrow and his forked hovered over his slab of cake. “Are you proposing to me, Cherry Logan?”

  I laughed, spewing some cake from my mouth. “You wish, Lenny McDougall.”

  He shrugged with one shoulder, waved his fork in the air. “Might not be so bad. We could live a bohemian lifestyle. Buy a gypsy caravan and wander the world together.”

  I almost choked on my cake again, though I was certain he was kidding. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that if I’m still single in twenty years.”

  He frowned. “What, have you got something against a gypsy lifestyle? I’ll have you know I’ve met and spent time with many a wonderful gypsy.”

  I smirked, thinking of Lenny bedding nubile young wanderers. “I bet you have.”

  He ignored my quip. “The stigma against them is born of complete lies.” Then he put his cake down, rubbed his hands together, and his face lit with boyish glee. “Now are you ready for my second surprise?”

  “I haven’t even finished my cake yet.”

  He took the plate from me and removed something from his pocket. “It’ll be here later when we get back. We’ve got to get going, or we’ll be late.”

  The scrap of cloth he took from his pants pocket was a silky blindfold. He wrapped the material around my eyes and gripped my shoulders.

  “What’s this about?” I asked as he led me to the door.

  “You’ll find out soon enough.” He placed a kiss just above my ear. “Be patient, Ms. Cherry.”

  ***

  As we drove, I opened the window to try and listen for familiar sounds. But no luck there, as al
l I heard was the usual beeping of car horns and the hum of evening traffic.

  “The suspense is killing me.” I squeezed Lenny’s thigh to illustrate my impatience.

  “Just keep your panties on.” He stroked my hand. “We’re almost there.”

  That’s one of the first, if not the only, time you’ve told me that, I thought, but didn’t say it.

  We stopped about ten minutes later, and my heart beat like an excited child as he told me to wait while he opened my door. I loved a good surprise, and I could only imagine what he had in store for me.

  “All right,” he said, close to my ear. “Are you ready?”

  I wiggled in excitement. “Yes, of course. Take this damn thing off before I do.”

  I blinked as he removed the blindfold and bright lights stabbed my eyes. People milled around all about us, entering the arena. I read the lighted billboard above, then planted grateful kisses on Lenny’s cheek and lips.

  “I take it you’re pleased.” He smiled.

  “I am.” I returned his grin, my excited growing. “Thank you.”

  I had read that EWL Major Event was taping a Saturday Night Slam in our city, but I had forgotten it was this weekend. As we walked into the arena hand in hand, old, welcome memories returned. It was a great way to celebrate our eight months of relatively peaceful co-existence. I kissed Lenny once again to show him just how much I appreciated this gesture.

  Inside was all bright lights, screaming crowds, and a large blue wrestling ring with red ropes. In its center a yellow EWL logo stood out. Lenny and I had front row seats, right up against the barrier that separated the wrestling area from the crowd. After we sat, I hugged him and let a comforting nostalgia cocoon my heart. It had been years since I’d been to one of these, but the childlike anticipation felt as sharp and sweet as it had at sixteen.

  Tonight’s Main Event pitted Derek Dragonslayer against Matthew “Monster Man” Taylor. Both men were gargantuan walls of muscled flesh. Derek had black hair that fell to his waist in a long braid. Matthew had a messier, dark curtain of hair, and he came to the ring trailed by an entourage of monsters that included zombies, werewolves, and vampires.

  After they entered the ring, Matt’s entourage was held back by Derek’s, which consisted of more muscled hunks known as Derek’s Warrior Squad. There was a flurry of action in and out of the squared circle, until more wrestling officials came out and calmed the sea of rippling, oiled flesh. They were making the main event a full spectacle tonight. Lenny and I grinned at each other as we enjoyed the antics.

  Derek knocked Monster Man to the mat with a sneaky clothesline. At the sidelines, the warriors and Derek’s fans booed. Me and Lenny were rooting for the Monster Man, so we clapped and cheered him on with others in our row.

  As the match continued, the wrestlers played it out even-handed. One gained the advantage only to be usurped by the other. They kept the suspense going, taking the crowd into an illusion that there was a real battle commencing, making them forget the end result was orchestrated.

  After a tense duel, Monster Man emerged victorious thanks to a brutal pile driver. Derek’s warriors and Matt’s minions rushed the squared circle. The Dragonslayer’s entourage carried him out of the ring, heads solemnly bowed. Monster Man’s band of fiends cavorted inside the ring with him, while he raised his hands high above his head. They dimmed the lights and flashed strobes, set off the fireworks display, to celebrate the wrestler’s victory.

  As we left our seat, I thanked Lenny again.

  He took my hand and we milled through the crowd of departing people. “Oh, the fun isn’t over yet.”

  I tilted my head to one side as I gave him a curious look. “Really? What else do you have in store? I see mischief in those eyes.”

  A cheeky smile was his only response.

  We hurried down the stairs that led to the wrestling ring, then past the squared circle. Instead of heading for the main exit, Lenny turned toward the entrance the wrestlers used when coming in for their match.

  “Where are we going exactly?” I asked, my heart beating faster.

  Again, I received the cheeky smile. “Be patient and you’ll see.”

  We stopped in front of a metal, blue door and Lenny knocked three times. A few wrestlers, managers, and announcers walked by as we waited. I shifted from one foot to the other and cast them shy smiles.

  I was thrilled by the idea of meeting some of these guys, but terrified too. I had this thing about anyone famous, and, to be completely honest, I was a bit of a social kumquat. Give me numbers and business and I knew what to do. Tell me to make small talk with strangers and I became that awkward kid who struggled with words all over again. Sure, I’d done okay with Lenny’s friend Jeff—well, more than okay—but these were large, towering beasts of men. I swallowed hard and tried to regulate my rapid breath.

  As the door opened, Lenny looked at me, obviously noting my tension. He squeezed my hand before guiding me into the room. “Don’t worry. I’m with you, and you’ll do fine.”

  I managed a shaky smile. Then he slipped behind me and gripped my shoulders. “Cherry, let me introduce you to Derek the Dragonslayer, Matthew Monster Man, and Bruce the Biker Bad Boy.”

  I almost giggled—a combination of the campy names and my buzzing nerves. Instead I managed a wave and a “Hi” after I cleared my throat.

  “Boys, go get the wine and the weed,” Lenny said. “This party has officially started.”

  “Thank god,” Derek said. “Let me get out of these freakin’ tights.”

  Monster Man walked behind us to lock the door. He gave me a lecherous grin and a thorough up and down appraisal as he did so. I felt my throat tighten once more.

  Bruce came over to Lenny and shook his hand. “It’s great to see you again, man. Geez, it must be two years now since we had that orgy in—”

  Lenny saw my eyes widen and he clapped the wrestler on the shoulder, interrupted him with some small talk I barely heard. My whole body tingled with warmth, my face flushed with heat, as I realized just what part two of this surprise was.

  Three towering beefcakes and Lenny all to myself? Jeff and Lenny at once was one thing, but, dear god, these guys were huge. If I got in the center of this, they might break me.

  Still, I decided with a deep, calming breath, while I might not walk straight for a week, I had a feeling the lingering soreness might be worth it. So I joined Lenny and the others as we moved from this change room through another door that led to a lounge area. Three couch were arranged in a horseshoe formation. A coffee table, laden with the wine and weed Lenny requested, sat in the center.

  While the others were engaged in some amicable chatter, he sat close to me, asking, “Are you happy about this? If you don’t like the surprise, we can go…”

  “Oh, no, this is great.” I gave him a wide smile, brushed a hand down his face. “I’m intimidated, I won’t lie to you, but gotta embrace new experiences, right?”

  He returned my smile, gave my nose a playful tweak. “There’s my adventurous girl.”

  I discovered Bruce was a former band mate of Lenny’s. He’d been the lead guitarist in Leather Lotharios, but when the band broke up he’d decided to pursue his other lifelong dream to become a wrestler. Derek had been a roadie with the group, and Bruce had encouraged him to come along, train and try out with him. Only Matthew had met them after Bruce and Derek had gotten involved in EWL.

  Wine, weed, and talking led to flirtations and foreplay as I relaxed. Large, callused hands roamed over my skin, stirring electric arousal as they did so. My clothes were easily removed and I did not resist. Once my flesh was bared, tongues, lips, and teeth joined in this sexual dance. Fingers spread my slick labia and probed the wet length. Then they poked and massaged inside my cunt, making my walls quiver and clench.

  Teeth tugged on one nipple, while a tongue curled around the other, teasing it to an erect point. Another tongue darted into my ear, then teeth nibbled the shell, before a hot, wet mouth su
cked on the lobe.

  Condoms had already been opened and slipped on. The Monster Man guided me into his lap, his stiff, thick cock slapping against my ass as he did so. While he positioned me to take his meaty shaft deep into my pulsing vagina, my rock star lover dropped to his knees between my legs.

  Hot, slippery hardness filled my pussy, stroking me deep, caressing my g-spot awake. My kneeling lover licked my swelling clit until it throbbed with my need to come. I moaned and writhed between these massive men. I felt as if I were melting into their sweaty, sculpted bodies.

  The other two divided their attention between my breasts and mouth, alternatively suckling nipples and plunging tongues into my hungry, waiting lips.

  My clit pulsed harder as he sucked the tiny bead of flesh deep into his mouth. He flit his tongue over its tip rapidly, and I bucked against his face as I cried out. The cock fucking me had to speed up just to keep pace with my wildly bucking hips. The pressure in both erogenous zones built to that pain / pleasure threshold it often reached just before intense climax. I closed my eyes at this point, unable to hold them open any longer as they rolled back under the powerful assault of pleasure.

  My stomach tensed as much as it could, and my limbs trembled as the double orgasm washed through me from inside and out.

  “Let’s change things up,” I whispered as my breath returned and my shivering lessened. “I want two of you to fuck me at once, while I suck a cock.”

  They readily complied with my wishes. Lenny lubed my asshole up, taking his time, teasing me with an erotic, and thorough, anal massage. He sucked and licked the pink rim before he liberally applied sensation lubricant. Then the biker bad boy shoved all eight inches of his plump penis up my ass. I leaned into his defined chest, raising and spreading my legs as Derek moved between them. He rested my ankles against his chest as he plunged his cock deep into my pussy.