“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

JASON 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 the front of his body. He was only partially erect, so it was easier to force my mouth over him and hold all of him in my mouth. I played gently with his balls with one hand and kept the other on his waist/butt area, both to touch him and as a sort of balance point.

I kept myself pressed as tight as I could to his body, sucking and rolling him in my mouth, because I’d learned that as long as I stayed this deep with a man partially soft, he didn’t seem to harden as quickly, so I could enjoy the sensation of all of him in my mouth without fighting my gag reflex to do it, but apparently from the outside looking in, it looked even more impressive, because . . .

“How can you deep-throat him that long?” J.J. asked from where she had propped up on the pillows on their side of the bed.

I rolled my eyes toward her enough to see her, but I didn’t want to give up my position; I knew that once I went off him long enough to answer J.J., he’d get harder and deep-throating would start to become a challenge. I was enjoying what I was doing and didn’t want to give it up yet.

Nathaniel said, “As long as you keep your mouth sealed over him like that, it takes him longer to get fully erect, so the deep-throating is easier.”

“Really?” she said.

“Really,” he said.

I got my first hint that maybe rough sex wasn’t the only thing that J.J. didn’t do the same way I did. I looked up the line of Jason’s body, where he knelt above me. We had a moment of eye contact, and the look was enough to let me know that J.J. didn’t have my fascination for oral sex, at least not fellatio. It was one of my very favoritest things, but then J.J. had been a lesbian most of her life, so she probably rocked me out of the park on cunnilingus.

Jason’s body actually softened a little, as if he were thinking too hard about unpleasant truths, so I redoubled my efforts, sucking and rolling him around in my mouth, one hand coaxing and playing with other bits, nails digging lightly into his ass, as I felt him growing inside my mouth. He started making small involuntary sounds for me, and finally closed his eyes, his head falling forward as he breathed out, “Oh, my God.”

Only then did I draw my mouth off him slowly, letting him unfold like magic, until my mouth got to the end, and then I sucked him back inside as quick as I could, but now I had to struggle a little to drive my lips down to retouch his body with the hardness of him not just filling my mouth, but beginning to spill down my throat.

I wrapped my hand around the base of him and began going up and down on him as fast as I could, using my hand as the new stopping point. I still couldn’t breathe at the farthest point, but I wasn’t staying down that far to feel like I was suffocating. It isn’t always a gag reflex; sometimes it’s an “I can’t breathe” reflex.

“Stop, stop, or you’ll bring me,” Jason said, voice thick with strain. He groped for the headboard, but he wasn’t close enough to reach it. Nathaniel was there to offer a hand and steady him. Sometimes teamwork wasn’t about sex; it was about making sure no one falls off the bed.

“Condom,” Jason said, and his eyes were closed. He was really fighting his body and his concentration, which meant I’d gone too far with the oral sex. There was foreplay and then there was sex besides intercourse.

“Sorry,” I said, and started to get up and reach for the bedside table and the condoms.

“Don’t apologize, that was awesome,” Jason said, but his voice still held that strained waiting, and his forearm was still corded with muscle as he gripped Nathaniel’s hand, like the ultimate male handshake, except this one was keeping him on his knees, and not collapsed to the bed.

I had to turn around and crawl to the side of the bed, reaching out to the drawer and the condoms. I got a short string out, because it was easier to grab, then crawled back more securely on the bed. I was about to turn around and hand him the condoms, when he said, “Stay there.”

“What?”

“Stay right there.”

“Why?” I moved enough to glance back over my shoulder at him. His eyes were open now, and they’d bled from human blue to his wolf’s pale green. Something about what I was doing had excited him. I started to ask, What? and then realized the teddy had worked up around my waist, so I was nude from the waist down except for the stilettos, and his view was of my ass.

“I take it we’re doing doggy style,” I said.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, and his voice was a little lower, maybe with his beast, or maybe just the testosterone that can rush through men at certain moments.




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