Sexy Beast III. Morgan Hawke
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the tip, she caught the drop of fluid and brought it to her lips.
Suddenly, AJ’s hand tightened around her wrist. “Suck it. Please, Tala. I need your mouth on me.” His voice had roughened with passion. His quiet plea made her sex tighten and her nipples ache.
“This way.” He tugged her close and pulled her over him so that her sex rode astride his face, her hungry cunt just above his mouth, his cock within reach of her tongue.
She licked him, swirling her tongue around the tiny eye, and felt his groan against her labia. His fingers wrapped around the backs of her thighs as she lowered her mouth over his erection. Her tongue swept the sensitive ridge beneath the broad crown, her teeth scraped the smooth, satiny top. Once again he groaned, and the low rumble vibrated her folds and valleys.
Mik continued his same steady rhythm, driving all the way inside his lover, retreating, then pushing back, deep and slow. He moved like a man in a dream, totally focused on sensation, on his own pleasure, no matter how much he was pleasing AJ. Tala focused on the size and strength of AJ’s cock in her mouth, on the slide of satiny skin over smooth muscle. She hummed against her mouthful just as AJ hummed against her pussy, sharing their vibrations while Mik continued his slow and silent thrusts.
Caught in their passion, trapped by the lush beauty of their combined sensations, Tala opened to her men, guarding herself from the full thrust of their arousal, but loving them both, loving the way they focused on their own pleasure as much as each other’s. This single-minded drive for their ultimate sensation, the mind-shattering desire that coursed through each of them, doubled back upon itself when shared through their mutual link.
This was the drug that ruled her life, this loving, fucking, heart-pounding sweep of desire, shared among three, experienced as one.
Only seconds into the link, Tala pulled away and softened the blow of AJ’s arousal. Too much at once, it threatened to tip her over the edge. Instead, she slipped into Mik’s mind and almost screamed with the slow, dark agony he endured, the pleasure and pain of holding his lust in check. He wanted to come, wanted to bury himself hard and fast in his lover, but the sharp edge of stimulation he skated over was more powerful than the finish.
How long, how long, how long can I hold on? Hold on. Oh, shit. Hold on.
Mik’s fervent prayer made Tala smile around AJ’s cock, but the tongue that speared deep inside her sex, the need she felt in Mik—neither had the power of AJ’s growing excitement.
Slowly, as if peeling back a blanket to peer beneath the covers, she opened herself to AJ, slipped in beside him, in essence became him. Her own flavors struck her first, the tangy taste of woman on his tongue, the softness of her plump lips, the brush of pubic hair grown softer with each shift.
She let herself think of the changes for just a moment, the physical manifestations of her growth from human to Chanku. With each shift her hair grew softer. Even the coarse pubic thatch between her legs had softened and lost its wiry feel. Little things, like the way she perceived light and color, her now acute hearing and sharper eyesight. So much easier to accept than the easy shift from human to wolf.
Steeling herself to maintain control, Tala focused on AJ. She studied the way her lips felt on his cock; the smooth glide over the engorged length, the way her teeth scraped the ridge around the crown, and how the big vein along the underside felt against her tongue. She sensed how much he loved it when she dipped her tongue into the tiny slit at the end, so she did exactly that. She held the crown in her teeth, licking the pre-cum from the end as if she savored a fiery popsicle, licking and sucking, twirling her tongue around him. When she sucked the tiny eye and teased him with her mouth, she felt every lick and nip as if it were her own cock, her own pending orgasm.
But Mik…ah, what Mik could do to him…for him. AJ’s oldest love, his first love, Mik thrust his huge cock deep inside, filling AJ, bringing both pleasure and pain in equal measure. Tala felt Mik’s struggle to make it last, this lush and carnal act he craved as strongly as AJ. She felt the rush of sensation as both men balanced precariously on a dangerous cliff of their own creation.
Suddenly, her thoughts were swept up, connecting even more deeply, connecting on a visceral, cellular level. Body trembling, Tala glanced up, her lips still surrounding the tip of AJ’s erection. She caught Mik staring at her, a look of intense concentration masking his sharply defined features. Then he cocked one dark-winged brow, arched his hips and drove even deeper into his partner.
Tala felt it all the way to her heart. She cried out, swept up in the intensity of sensation, the overwhelming emotions as Mik raced AJ toward the precipice.
AJ stabbed her pussy with his tongue, and Tala almost laughed with the joy of it all, the inclusion within their bond, a solemn covenant that linked the three of them as tightly as one. Racing with them both, giving over to the combined power of three bodies reaching climax as one, she flung herself over the edge and tumbled, free-falling into the whirling maelstrom of pure sensation.
Her vaginal muscles pulsed with her climax, and she sucked down on AJ’s cock, as if anchoring herself with his body. The salty, almost bitter taste of his ejaculate filled her mouth and she struggled to swallow it all while her body writhed in the solid grip of his strong hands.
Mik’s thrusts sped up and he arched his back and cried out, a long, low howl of release before slumping weakly against the backs of AJ’s raised thighs. All of them pulsed with the rhythm of orgasm, lungs gasping, bodies trembling.
Tala slipped out of the link as both Mik and AJ stroked her shivering body with their large hands. She imagined the picture they must make as they lay there, two large men and one small woman tangled hopelessly together. Their bodies were still connected and all three were still sweaty and panting as if they’d just raced a mile. Mik stroked lazy circles over her breast; AJ patted her buttocks.
Their minds were gloriously blank, their thoughts at rest, content. She laughed with the pure joy of the moment, overwhelmed by a most amazing love shared, times three.
3
Anton checked Keisha’s seatbelt as the pilot went through his pre-flight list. He was new, though he’d come highly recommended by their copilot, a quiet man who’d flown for Anton a few times in the past. The copilot checked to make sure all their bags were properly stowed for the flight to San Francisco, passed out bottled water to each of them, then took his seat in the cockpit beside the pilot. He reached back and closed the door between the cockpit and the cabin, giving the passengers privacy.
Listening with only part of his mind to the sound of the engines warming up and the women’s voices, Anton sat across the aisle from his mate and fastened his own belt. He hadn’t slept well the night before. His dreams had been uncomfortable yet meaningless vignettes that woke him over and over in a cold sweat. He couldn’t shake the feeling something wasn’t right, that they should not be making this trip, but Keisha was so excited to be going Anton couldn’t have said no for anything.
He’d never been one for premonitions. His dreams were merely manifestations of his own concerns. Keisha was right. He really did worry too much.
She and Xandi chattered like a couple of schoolgirls. Anton sipped his water and bit back a tired grin as he listened to their stream of laughing conversation. It never ceased to amaze him how two women who shared the same house, and quite often the same bed, could still find so much to talk about.
Sitting directly behind Anton, Stefan reached over the seat and touched his shoulder. “Relax, bro. The girls will be fine.”
Anton covered Stefan’s hand with his. “I know, but one of us needs to worry.”
Stefan laughed. He sat back in his seat and tightened his belt. “Well, knowing you’re on the job will give me a chance to relax. Wake me when we get to San Francisco.”
“I’ll do that,” Anton said. Then he settled back in his seat for the flight to California. He actually felt himself begin to relax as the powerful Hawker 1000 blasted into the air. The corporate-sized jet he’d purchased a few years earlier was one of the best and safest