“Holy shit!” He surged forward, spilling his hot seed deep into her. He jerked at the waist, sparks flashing behind his eyes as he came. She came with him, convulsing as her feet came off the floor with his last plunge.
“Joe!” she screamed.
It wouldn’t stop. The pulses of his orgasm kept coming. His heart stuttered, and he grabbed the back of the couch to keep himself from falling because it felt like she was milking him dry and his legs were about to go.
Finally, he sucked in a huge breath and threw his head back. He patted her on the back lightly. “You okay?” he choked out.
She was nodding her head. “Let me…let me up.” vHe stepped back, struggling not to trip with his pants down around his ankles. He raked a hand through his hair, trying to get his bearings, as she raised to a standing position in front of him.
He reached down to pull his pants up. Halfway to standing, he stopped long enough to plant a kiss on the cheek of her ass.
She let out a little yelp and jerked around. “That tickled.”
Buttoning his fly, he grinned. “I’ll tickle you, all right.”
She pulled her sweatpants up and stepped forward, kissing him lightly on the lips. “I love you, Joe Travis.”
He felt like he’d been kicked in the chest by a mule. He grabbed her and pulled her to his mouth, kissing her savagely. “I love you, too, Crystaline.”
“Hey, you two started without me,” Jack said from behind them, breaking the moment.
Joe looked into those blue, crystal eyes and smiled. “Nothing stopping us from starting all over,” he said.
Crystaline smiled up at him, a look of true joy on her flushed face.
Chapter Fourteen
Jack had walked in on them and instantly got a hard-on. Joe was pounding her from behind as she was draped over the couch, both of them breathing raggedly and moaning with their pleasure.
He wanted some of that.
After they said their hellos, Jack took the books he was carrying into the kitchen and dropped them on the table before returning to the living room. His cock was already coming to life, thinking about that wet mouth of hers and her tight pussy. He wanted one, or both, of them wrapped around his cock. Soon.
When he reentered the living room, Crystaline approached him, her eyes glowing like electric fire. The way she moved, the languid sway to her walk, was amazing. She went up on her tiptoes and kissed him, longingly and languidly. When she stepped back, he glanced at Joe who was sitting on the couch. Jack raised an eyebrow.
Joe flipped his hand at him. “I’m still catching my breath.”
Jack smiled, wrapped his arm around her waist, and guided her toward the bedroom.
The bedcovers were tightly smooth on the bed, freshly made.
“How do you want me, Jack?” she asked, her voice low and a little gruff.
“Naked.”
She obliged quickly, stripping off her sweatpants and T-shirt. She stood before him, her face and breasts flushed rosy with her recent orgasm.
He took her by the waist and backed her up to the bed, gently sitting her down on the edge. Then he took a step back and got rid of his own clothes, throwing them in a pile near the door. He crawled onto the bed, pulling her down with him. He laid her on her back and rose above her, letting his gaze travel over her luscious body. She was round curves and tiny waist, her arousal apparent in her aroma. He wanted to taste her. Everywhere. He grasped her wrists and moved her arms out to her sides then took her ankles and spread her legs. Now she was spread eagle on the bed, the morning light shining through the window, kissing her skin with a golden glow.
But her eyes…the crystal-blue color flashed in the light, drawing him in.
He crawled above her, ran his tongue over her bottom lip. She opened her mouth, inviting him inside. But he had other ideas.
Moving down her body, he palmed one peaked nipple.
“Mmm,” she murmured, shifting on the bed beneath him.
He lowered his head and captured her nipple in his mouth, sucking. It was tiny and hard, rubbing against his tongue. His body warmed, his cock strengthening with every pull of his mouth on that tiny little pebble. As he sucked, he tweaked the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
A low rumbling began in her chest, her fingers tangled in his hair as she arched her back.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment, listening to her purr.
But there was still more of her to taste, and he wasn’t going to miss it. He raised his head, her breast popping from his mouth, and trailed small kisses down her stomach on his way to the sweetest spot.
Scooting down the bed, he centered himself between her legs, her sex calling to him. He glanced up and caught her pulsing electric gaze locked on him.
Using his fingers, he spread her pussy lips and exposed the pink rose of her pussy. He gave her a slow swipe of his tongue over her clit, the flavor of her like hot spice. She jerked her hips up and let out a little moan. He couldn’t wait any longer. He centered his lips over her sweet spot and drew her clit into his mouth, sucking.
“Oh god,” she breathed, her hands capturing his head and holding him there.
He smiled to himself and worked her little nubbin, flicking it with his tongue while sucking her spicy juice down his throat. It didn’t take long, and she surged her hips up, her fingernails like claws digging into his scalp as she came, her cream slicking her.
Now was the time.
He quickly pulled up, crawled up her body, and entered her while her pussy still convulsed with her orgasm.
His stomach clenched, her pussy grabbing him, stroking him, making him come an instant later. With a convulsion that threatened to stop his heart, he buried himself inside her milking wet pussy and spilled his hot come. “Oh sweet Jesus,” he groaned, jerking.
Collapsing on top of her, he struggled to catch his breath.
Her arms, like wet noodles, draped over his shoulders, and the purring began again.
Jack turned his head to the side, resting his cheek on the cool pillow.
His research had been right. It was time to tell them just exactly what was going on with Crystaline.
Chapter Fifteen
When all three of them had caught their breath and returned to their clothed state, they sat at the kitchen table, each with a cup of coffee in front of them.
Crystaline was sated, relaxed, and enjoying her men with total abandon. But, she did want to know why she had changed so. Why her sexual appetite had increased to the point of barely being able to satisfy her hunger for it. Why it drove back the blue tendrils that invaded her mind.
“Tell us what you’ve found, Jack.” She sipped her coffee, letting it slide down her throat. She hoped the caffeine would recharge her. She’d already spent a lot of her energy having sex with each of them. Not that she was sorry.
“Well,” Jack began, leaning back in his chair. “Most people don’t know that I’m interested in the paranormal. I’ve been studying it for years, and it’s one of the reasons I sold my business and am retiring early. I saw so much that couldn’t be explained when I was younger and riding with my boys. My motorcycle group, you know? There were things that boggled my mind, that I couldn’t explain. All I know is that I want more time to pursue it, to look for more answers.”
“What’s the paranormal got to do with what’s happening with her?” Joe asked, pointing at Crystaline. “She isn’t a ghost, doesn’t live in a haunted house.”
“There’s more to the paranormal than ghosts and spirits.” Jack pulled his books toward him on the table. “There’s lots more.”
Crystaline sat forward, looking at the titles on the books. Spirit Transference and the Real World, Taking on Another’s Personality, Possession and the Implications of It. Strange books. What did this have to do with her and the blue dream? “So, tell us. I’m very interested.”
Jack opened a book and turned to a page he had marked. “Transference. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard
of it, but there are accounts of people who, on the edge of death, seem to ‘transfer’ some of their personality to others. People who are near them at the time of their death.”
Joe shook his head. “I still don’t understand.”
Jack raised a finger. “Give me time. Let me explain.” He took a sip of coffee then began again. “Dr. Ronald Taft, the author of this book, has studied this phenomenon most of his life. Here’s an example. Say someone is dying from cancer. A man. His wife is his caretaker, and he dies at home, in her arms. Soon after his death, relatives and close friends notice that the wife begins to mimic actions of the dead husband. Say, she normally drinks her coffee with cream and after the death, drinks it black. Like her husband did. Or, she starts using phrases that only her husband used to use.”
“That could mean she’s just suffering from her grief,” Crystaline said. “My parents, before they died, used phrases like each other. Drank their coffee like each other. They were married a long time, and I know from experience that people who have been married for a long time begin to act like each other.”
“That’s true,” Jack agreed. “But, there have been studies done that this doesn’t just happen with married couples. It happened with total strangers.”
“How would they know, if they were total strangers, the person left alive is starting to act like the person who passed away? Who would notice? I mean, if they are strangers, they don’t know the deceased person’s family or how he used to act, right?” Joe frowned, gripping his coffee cup in both hands.
“And I haven’t been around anyone who has passed away recently. Except for my parents and they died a year ago.” Crystaline didn’t see his line of thinking either. Oh to think of her parents having such a strong sex drive! Sheesh. Not something she really wanted to picture.
“According to Dr. Taft, the person who is left alive begins to act strangely after they’ve been involved with the other person’s death. The family of the survivor finally gets them to see someone to talk about their different actions, and Dr. Taft investigates when he hears of it. Then he finds out how the deceased person acts and such and goes from there.” Jack placed his hand on the book in front of him. “But the most interesting part of the study is when there is transference from a dying pet to a human.”
“Now you’re getting way off base,” Joe exclaimed. He leaned back in his chair, elbow on the table. “You’re telling me that someone takes on the characteristics of an animal? Seriously.”
Crystaline’s throat tightened. Mischa. Could that be it? Could she have taken on the cat’s hussy-like ways?
Jack slapped his hand on the book. “It’s been documented. I know it sounds ‘out there,’ but there have been cases of people, who have an attachment to their pet and who are present when the pet dies, taking on a bit of the pet’s personality.”
Joe shook his head. “Sounds too unreal to me.”
Jack leaned toward Joe. “Haven’t you heard her purring?”
Crystaline swallowed, hard. “Oh my God!”
Joe’s eyes widened. “You are serious.”
Jack nodded. “Yes. Very.” He reached over and took Crystaline’s hand in his own. “I think you’ve taken on some of the characteristics of your cat. You were holding her when the lightning struck, weren’t you?”
“Yes.” Oh my God, what if he’s right?
“Being that it was a sudden death, struck by lightning no less, it could very well be that your cat’s penchant for ‘catting around’ has transferred to you.” Jack stroked her hand.
“Let me see that book.” Joe reached for the book and drew it toward him. He began paging through it, his eyebrows drawn down in a frown as he read.
“What am I going to do?” Crystaline asked, searching Jack’s eyes.
“I don’t think there’s anything you can do.” He drew her hand into his and squeezed. “But at least this gives us some answers.”
She felt like her whole body was trembling. Taking on the wayward ways of Mischa? She had been holding the cat in her arms when lightning struck. She had felt almost cat-like at times since then. Was that what the blue dream was? Mischa’s spirit moving through her? “I don’t know if I like these answers. I’m not sure how to deal with this.” She looked at Joe. “What do you think, Joe?”
He closed the book slowly and met her gaze. “He could be right.”
Crystaline shoved up from her chair and began to pace the kitchen. “So I have the libido of a cat in heat, is that what you’re saying? Can this get any crazier?”
Jack reached out and snagged her hand, stopping her pacing. “What is so bad about it?”
She was stumped. She opened her mouth to speak then closed it again. “I don’t know.”
“As long as we’re all in agreement about this relationship we have, satisfying you like we have been, I don’t see the issue.” Jack smiled at her.
She tilted her head, thinking. “Do you think I’m going to be okay?”
Joe stood and came to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “I think you’re going to be fine. I love you. Just the way you are.”
Jack squeezed her hand. “I have very strong feelings for you, too. I can’t say I love you right now, but it’s looking like that feeling will come very soon. So, Crystaline, will you allow us to satisfy your urges as often as you like and love you in the bargain?”
A surge of comfort and warmth flowed through her. The trembling inside stopped and was replaced by a spark of electricity. Two men, satisfying her every whim when it came to sex. Keeping the blue dream at bay and loving her. What could be wrong with that?
“Prove it to me,” she said with a grin.
Joe picked her up from behind and cradled her in his arms. “You got it, kitten.”
The three of them entered the bedroom, flinging clothes and sharing warm caresses, until all three were naked, bared to each other.
Jack lay down on the bed and raised his arms. “Come to me.”
Crystaline threw one leg over his hips and placed one hand on either side of his head. “You are one of the most handsome men I know,” she said, dipping down to kiss him. A hand stroked her bottom. She spread her legs wider, rubbing herself against the hard cock below her. Tingling skittered through her body. She knew what she wanted. She wanted both of them, inside her, deeply.
Rising up, she positioned herself over Jack’s engorged cock. Guiding him with one hand, she lowered her wanting pussy down over his shaft. So good, so good. Once she was fully seated, speared by Jack, she leaned forward. “Joe.”
“I’m right here, baby.” He moved in behind her, in between Jack’s legs. Something wet and slippery, Joe’s finger, slid into her anus slowly. “Just have to get you prepared.”
She shivered in delight.
Jack moved slightly and caught one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suck. Sparks of light flittered behind her closed eyelids as Joe probed her anus with his cock, easing himself carefully inside her.
Then they began to move.
Jack raised his hips, plunging up into her pussy, while Joe moved forward, driving himself deeper into her forbidden passage. She grasped at the sheet, holding on, while they filled her completely, their strokes in and out, moving in unison, sending waves of pleasure up her spine.
“Oh my God, this is so, so good,” she breathed, licking her lips. The tickle began in her throat, and she let it surface into a full purr.
Moans of pleasure and groans on impending release filled the bedroom. Murmurs, low and gentle, added to the melody of Crystaline’s increasing volume of the purring from that center deep inside her. Her pussy buzzed with fulfillment, her anus stretched to accommodate Joe’s increasing size. She was slick and dripping with cream, on her way to heaven.
Suddenly she jerked, her orgasm blasting through her like a streak of lightning. Four hands held her in place as two men pummeled inside her on the way to their own release. Then she was filled with hot, creamy liquid as they both came inside
her.
Collapsing on top of Jack, Joe slid from inside her and fell beside them on the bed. Crystaline swallowed, her throat dry, her body jittering with electricity. Jack moved over, and they centered her between them.
“Mmm,” she murmured, raising both arms to slide them beneath the necks of her two men. She cradled them close to her, lying on her back, while they caressed her body, petting her. Easing her down from her orgasm, only to spark her hunger again. She pulled them close, moving both their heads to her breasts where they each took a peaked nipple into their mouth and closed their hungry lips, sucking.
Crystaline gazed up at the white ceiling of her bedroom, her men, her two loves, suckling at her breasts while their hands toyed with her body, reawakening her cat-like hunger for sensual pleasure.
It didn’t matter that she had taken on part of Mischa’s personality.
As long as she had Joe and Jack, she was in heaven.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Christelle Mirin loves a good story. Her love of reading led to her writing career. She writes every chance she gets, including carrying a notebook along with her to her regular job just so she can jot down notes and plot lines. Christelle lives in Ohio with her husband, son, two dogs and once in a while, her grand-dog. She has two daughters who live in nearby states and one grand-daughter who she loves dearly. Living along a river, Christelle’s family enjoys the water, whether boating, jet skiing or just sitting on the bank and relaxing.
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