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side of the bed and J.J.’s breathing already speeding up, again.
Jason bit my inner thigh a little harder than most people liked it. It caught my breath in my throat and made me stare down at him.
“That’s better,” he said. “I want more of that look in your eyes.” His voice was already a little deeper, from whatever he’d just seen on my face.
He licked and nibbled, and started adding small bites in; sometimes that distracted me from any orgasm, but if the mood was right, it added to it. Jason was a good judge of it. He’d bite, and I’d make a pain noise, not a happy noise, and he’d back off and go back to licking and sucking; then he’d bite on the sides of me, and if that brought happy noises, he’d try biting, semi-gently, over the sweet spot in the center. When my breathing quickened from it, spine arching a little, he bit harder. I cried out from it, and he took more of me into his mouth and shook like a dog with a toy. I screamed my orgasm for him, hands scrambling for something to hold on to, as he worried at me with teeth and mouth, until I waved him off. We had hand signals because sometimes the orgasms left us all wordless while we shook and quivered with the aftermath of it.
He licked me one more time up the middle. It made me cry out, and dragged my upper body off the bed as if someone had pulled me upward by some invisible string, and then cut it to send me collapsing to the bed again.
Jason was above me on all fours, staring down into my fluttering eyelashes. His eyes had gone to that pale spring green of his wolf form. There was something about doing oral sex that way that brought his beast closer to the surface.
“Did she just go from you biting her there?” J.J. asked.
“Yes,” Jason said, but he said it while looking into my face.
I fought to turn my head, so I could see her propped up on her elbows, looking at us. Nathaniel lay beside her, one arm thrown across her hips, his face nestled against her body. The look in his eyes was full of that eager darkness, turning them to a deeper violet.
“You enjoyed it,” she said.
Jason looked at her then, let her see the wolf eyes. “Yes,” and there was an edge of growl in his voice now.
“You can never, ever do that to me,” she said.
“I know,” he said.
“Is that what you meant about rough?”
“Part of it,” he said.
“What’s the other part?” she asked.
“You said no to intercourse with Nathaniel. That leaves you just watching while we fuck.”
“You know I’m a voyeur,” she said.
“Me, too,” Nathaniel said, still cuddled against her body.
“Sometimes I think you’d rather watch than participate,” I said.
“Sometimes,” he said with a smile, “but not tonight. I want to watch, as foreplay.”
“You want to help me demonstrate?” Jason asked with a grin.
“Go, team,” Nathaniel said, grinning back.
“The three of you have sex together a lot, don’t you?” she asked.
“He’s my best friend,” Jason said.
“You know, most guys watch sports with their best friends,” J.J. said.
“I don’t like sports.”
“I’ve done wilder things than this, just never with anyone I cared about,” she said.
“You want to back out?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, I want to watch you fuck.”
“Good, because I want you to watch us fuck.” He looked down at me again; his eyes were back to human. In fact, a lot of the heat had cooled.
“We talked too long,” I said.
He looked down at his body. “You’ll have to help get me back in the mood.”
“Always glad to help a friend,” I said.
He grinned and then laughed. “Then go down on me until I’m hard”—he leaned down and spoke low—“and then let’s show J.J. what I mean by rough.”
“Let’s,” I said, and smiled up at him.
6
J ASON STAYED ON his knees, and I half sat up so that I could use my hands as well as my mouth. I spilled my mouth over him, sucking him until I could press my lips tight against
Jason bit my inner thigh a little harder than most people liked it. It caught my breath in my throat and made me stare down at him.
“That’s better,” he said. “I want more of that look in your eyes.” His voice was already a little deeper, from whatever he’d just seen on my face.
He licked and nibbled, and started adding small bites in; sometimes that distracted me from any orgasm, but if the mood was right, it added to it. Jason was a good judge of it. He’d bite, and I’d make a pain noise, not a happy noise, and he’d back off and go back to licking and sucking; then he’d bite on the sides of me, and if that brought happy noises, he’d try biting, semi-gently, over the sweet spot in the center. When my breathing quickened from it, spine arching a little, he bit harder. I cried out from it, and he took more of me into his mouth and shook like a dog with a toy. I screamed my orgasm for him, hands scrambling for something to hold on to, as he worried at me with teeth and mouth, until I waved him off. We had hand signals because sometimes the orgasms left us all wordless while we shook and quivered with the aftermath of it.
He licked me one more time up the middle. It made me cry out, and dragged my upper body off the bed as if someone had pulled me upward by some invisible string, and then cut it to send me collapsing to the bed again.
Jason was above me on all fours, staring down into my fluttering eyelashes. His eyes had gone to that pale spring green of his wolf form. There was something about doing oral sex that way that brought his beast closer to the surface.
“Did she just go from you biting her there?” J.J. asked.
“Yes,” Jason said, but he said it while looking into my face.
I fought to turn my head, so I could see her propped up on her elbows, looking at us. Nathaniel lay beside her, one arm thrown across her hips, his face nestled against her body. The look in his eyes was full of that eager darkness, turning them to a deeper violet.
“You enjoyed it,” she said.
Jason looked at her then, let her see the wolf eyes. “Yes,” and there was an edge of growl in his voice now.
“You can never, ever do that to me,” she said.
“I know,” he said.
“Is that what you meant about rough?”
“Part of it,” he said.
“What’s the other part?” she asked.
“You said no to intercourse with Nathaniel. That leaves you just watching while we fuck.”
“You know I’m a voyeur,” she said.
“Me, too,” Nathaniel said, still cuddled against her body.
“Sometimes I think you’d rather watch than participate,” I said.
“Sometimes,” he said with a smile, “but not tonight. I want to watch, as foreplay.”
“You want to help me demonstrate?” Jason asked with a grin.
“Go, team,” Nathaniel said, grinning back.
“The three of you have sex together a lot, don’t you?” she asked.
“He’s my best friend,” Jason said.
“You know, most guys watch sports with their best friends,” J.J. said.
“I don’t like sports.”
“I’ve done wilder things than this, just never with anyone I cared about,” she said.
“You want to back out?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, I want to watch you fuck.”
“Good, because I want you to watch us fuck.” He looked down at me again; his eyes were back to human. In fact, a lot of the heat had cooled.
“We talked too long,” I said.
He looked down at his body. “You’ll have to help get me back in the mood.”
“Always glad to help a friend,” I said.
He grinned and then laughed. “Then go down on me until I’m hard”—he leaned down and spoke low—“and then let’s show J.J. what I mean by rough.”
“Let’s,” I said, and smiled up at him.
6
J ASON STAYED ON his knees, and I half sat up so that I could use my hands as well as my mouth. I spilled my mouth over him, sucking him until I could press my lips tight against
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