Desiree Holt - Caught in the Middle

She moaned around his cock, sending small vibrations skating along his length, as she swirled her tongue around the tip, dragging it slowly through the small cleft at the top.

“Collette,” he groaned, his hand tightening in her hair, and now it was his turn to repay the favour, as she thought of how she’d tugged at his hair when his face had been buried in her pussy.

She worked her mouth harder and faster as Gabe shoved his length inside her at a frenzied pace.

I’m coming. You feel it. Fuck me back, Collette. Come for me .

Her breath hitched in her throat at Gabe’s muted words, and she nearly exploded when he emphasized them with the stroke of his hand through the puffy folds of her greedy sex.

Clasping her hardened nub between his fingers, he applied just enough pressure to bring her to the edge, but not enough to send her over.

The Call whipped through her, and she felt the change come upon her as her wolf growled at him, but Gabe did not back down.

You can change. I don’t care. I will still fuck you until you come for me.

Sensing the immense power that radiated from Gabe, the beast inside her instantly quieted, but until the full moon passed it would remain just beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed at any moment. No longer struggling to fight The Call, the heady sensations both men ignited within her bubbled to the surface, making her forget all thought, except her need to claim the release that hovered just out of her reach.

It’s there Collette, just grasp it.

Gabe’s words brushed against her mind like a soft caress, dragging a hoarse sob from her lips.

Roarke surged forward then, taking advantage of that single moment to plough his length deeper into her mouth.

Both men drilled her from both ends, as Gabe strummed her clit with each stroke.

She felt the pressure building inside her until she thought she would explode. Working her lips faster, she took Roarke deeper down her throat until the tip of his cock grazed against the back.

“Collette,” he hissed, his fingers clenching in her hair, making her wish she could lift her head for just a moment to see his face twisted in sweet agony as he strained towards his climax.

That image sent a wave of hot, searing need roaring though her body, and she rocked her hips back, eagerly taking Gabe’s brutal thrusts as he buried his steel length inside her ass.

Her body was on fire and completely out of control as she lost herself to the tingling of sensation and pleasure that flooded her. The moment was so intense, so overwhelming that she desperately wanted it to go on forever, but it couldn’t, and as her body began to tremble, she knew it wouldn’t.

This time when Gabe pressed down on her clit, he didn’t let go, sending shocks of sizzling heat whipping through her, hurling her straight to completion.

Wet heat flooded her pussy at the same time she cried out, her body stiffening as she climaxed around the hard poles of both men, who continued to pound inside her, their pace unrelenting.

Her climax instantly triggered Gabe’s, the muscles in her anus tightening around him, until he could not help but spurt. She winced slightly as his nails dug into the soft skin of her waist, his hips pumping furiously as he drilled his hard length deep within her until he exploded with a hoarse shout.

Her moan mingled with his ragged cry as he poured hot semen deep inside her rectum, his body shaking violently from the aftershocks of his climax.

For a moment she savoured the smell of him that was heavy with sweat and cum. She probably would have focused on him longer, but Roarke was not one to be ignored.

He took control of the pace, his hand jerking her head back and forth along his glistening cock as he thrust his hips up to meet her waiting mouth.

She twirled her tongue around his length, stroking every inch of him, as she drew in her cheeks to suck him harder. He was on the verge, she could feel the pulsing vibrations that shook his body. Reaching forward with a single hand, she cupped the heavy sacks that hung low between his legs, massaging gently as she sucked harder.

The onslaught of sensations was apparently too much for him, because he didn’t last much longer. Letting out a feral growl, followed by a guttural moan, he came inside her mouth, shooting his warm seed against the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow every drop of his essence.

She worked her mouth around him, dragging out his climax until he was completely soft and easily slipped from between her lips.

Both men pulled away from her, and she collapsed against the bed, stretching her limbs. The sound of water running came from behind her, telling her Gabe was cleaning up, since Roarke still lay beside her.

Reaching out, she slid a single hand through the coarse hairs that dotted his chest as a small smile curled her lips. Even the slightest of touches, was like kindling to flame as liquid heat gathered between her thighs once again.

Gabe sauntered out of the bathroom then, the moonlight slipping through the curtains to bathe him in its silver rays. She shivered as she held his intense gaze, her body now completely on fire.

When he lowered himself onto the bed, she reached for him, and once again, they all fell into a tangle of arms and legs, soft caresses and heated kisses.

For several hours, she was insatiable, and both men eagerly fed her hungry beast, until finally she slipped into a fitful sleep at the first light of dawn.

Collette groaned as her eyes slowly fluttered open, squinting against the thin rays of sunlight that streaked through her window.

“How are you feeling?”

A lazy smile spread across her face as she rolled over to face Gabe.

“Fine. How are you feeling?” She purred softly, inching her way closer to the warmth of his body, her hand reaching out to gently caress the rippled muscles of his abdomen.

“I thought you said you were fine,” he said shortly, his lips bending into a frown as he scooted away from her and sat up.

“I am but-hey, where are you going?”

His body was taut with tension as he moved towards the edge of the bed, and she scrambled atop him, straddling him with her body before he could get up.

“What’s up with you?” She stared down at him, puzzled by the strained expression on his face. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was nervous, but that was impossible, not after last night.

“Collette, get up. I need to get going.” His hands closed around her hips, but she clenched her thighs together, drawing upon her lycan strength to keep him imprisoned beneath her, at least temporarily. When Gabe was ready to go, he’d have no trouble disentangling himself, but she counted on the fact that he wouldn’t use his own strength for fear of her hurting her.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

She didn’t believe him for one second, especially since he kept avoiding her eyes, and there was also one small thing that was odd about last night which convinced her that he was definitely lying.

“How come you didn’t take me last night,” she asked softly, as she let her hands glide across the rough skin of his shoulders.

“What are you talking about?”

“Last night, Roarke took me several times, but not you, why?”

“I took you, Collette, many times, if you remember.” He wore a dark scowl, but his eyes gave him away. He wasn’t shocked or puzzled by her question, and that’s why she knew he understood exactly what she’d meant.

“But not there,” she whispered, as sharp tingles skated across her flesh, tempting her to arousal. Images from the night before teased her, as she recalled every wicked way he and Roarke had pleasured her, but Gabe had never once slid between her thighs and claimed her as a woman.