Eve Langlais - Jealous Freakn’

His erection tented his briefs, and she cupped him, squeezing his girth while he could only tremble, looking for a way to remain a little aloof. He struggled to find even an iota of his usual control, enough that he wouldn’t throw her to the ground and ravish her.

“I thought you wanted to run,” he gasped as she kneaded him through the stretched fabric.

“I do.” She released him and stepped back, her head tilting back to give him a naughty smile. “I just wanted to make sure you had incentive to chase.” With a flick of her hand and a wiggle of her hips, her panties slid down. Before he had time to fully admire the view, she let her animal take over, her body contorting and reshaping until a small wolf with a silky coat of russet stood in front of him. With a yip, she bounded off, and Mitchell quickly stripped and changed into his own shaggy beast before chasing.

Ghosting through the woods on sure paws, the anxiety of the last few days, the mind-boggling mess of his emotions, everything melted away-except for his desire. The more he chased the fleet-footed she-wolf, the more his blood heated and his excitement grew. When he caught her, there would be no hesitation or doubt. He’d claim her. Sink his cock into her while she stared into his eyes, and as she climaxed, he’d bite her, marking her in the old fashioned way, making her his.

The thought spurred him to move even faster, herding her flitting shape to the location he’d selected. When she finally dashed into the open clearing, he followed right on her heels, and then stumbled as he tried not to slam into her smaller frame. Yipping, his wolf chastised her only to shut up as his mind filtered the sounds they heard. It seemed his clearing of choice was already taken. And despite the fact they knew they must have an audience, the foursome on the grass didn’t stop what they were doing.

Backing away, he and Francine moved back to the shelter of the woods, both of them riveted by the scene before them. For a man who’d never thought much of ménages before, he seemed to be running into them an awful lot lately. Worst, he recognized the woman in the clearing, a daughter to one of his mother’s friends. One of her lovers, an old high school football team mate. Not that their identities made a difference. Anyone could have been a part of the fleshy tangle of limbs and he would have stared, mesmerized.

A head butted his side, and he peered down to see Francine’s smaller beast leaning against him, her breathing rapid, the musk of her arousal perfuming the air around him. She felt the same fascination as he did with the undulating group. It made his hunger explode. He couldn’t help shifting back into his human form. He ran his fingers through her silky fur, a fur that shivered then disappeared under his touch until he stroked smooth skin.

Standing, her head barely reaching his chin, she pressed her naked frame against him and whispered, “Is it wrong that I want to stare at them?”

Wrong? Never. He couldn’t admit it aloud, but he’d always enjoyed watching people being intimate, a fetish he discovered in high school when he came across a girl giving a buddy of his a BJ under the bleachers during a school dance. He’d been unable to tear himself away, just like he’d stayed to watch Francine when Alejandro bounced her on his cock. Sometimes the role of audience could titillate almost as much as that of participant. Of course, only one thing could make it better. Sharing it with the woman he wanted, a naked, very horny one who pressed her buttocks up against his thighs, her head tilting back against his shoulder, a soft sigh trembling through her frame as she kept her eyes glued to the erotic scene before them.

Mitchell slipped an arm around her waist, her heated flesh so soft against him.

“Touch me,” she whispered. “Cup my tits and play with them while I watch.”

Heaven had found him. Obeying her orders made him almost explode, his prick nudging the crevice of her ass as his hands strayed up her rib cage to handle her plump breasts. He kneaded them, squeezing the heavy weights, something she seemed to enjoy because she rotated her buttocks against him, rubbing against his prick.

“Don’t neglect my nipples.”

As if. He stroked his thumbs over her already erect peaks, rubbing their pointed tips. She moaned, a low sound full of need.

In the clearing, as if their hidden watching spurred them on, the action got more frantic. They placed the woman on her hands and knees, and while she sucked on one cock, another plowed her pussy. The third stood off to the side, stroking his cock, waiting his turn.

“Oh God, that looks like so much fun,” his naughty Red murmured.

He didn’t disagree. The female sure seemed to enjoy herself and the males didn’t seem to mind sharing in the least. Actually, they seemed quite aroused by the simple act of watching each other.

Slipping his hands from her breasts, he took the initiative instead of waiting for her command, eager to see if she felt as wet as he imagined. Sifting his fingers through her curls to her sex, he groaned at the evidence of her heated readiness. Moisture coated his fingers as he slid them over and around her lips, the slickness lubing his finger to rub over her clit.

She let out a sound between a groan and cry, and panted, “More.”

He dipped a finger into her sex, the damp walls of her channel squeezing his penetrating digit. His breath caught at the tight heat he encountered. God, how good it would feel around his cock.

Apparently, the same idea occurred to her because her hand reached behind to stroke him. “Fuck me, Mitchell,” she whispered. “I need to feel you inside me. Taking me.”

“Shouldn’t we go somewhere else?” He knew once he sank into her, he’d lose himself. Forget everything around him, even the foursome in the clearing. But then again, an audience to his claiming of her? Talk about the ultimate in taboo pleasure.

“I want them to hear us,” Francine whispered as if reading his mind. “I want them to know they’ve turned us on. Let them see you fucking me.” And with those titillating words, she bent over, exposing herself to him. Even in the darkness, with his enhanced eye sight, he could see the moisture glistening on her sex, the invitation to sink himself into her depths and find bliss.

Only an idiot would refuse.

He’d been stupid for long enough.

Grasping his cock, he rubbed it against her, wetting the head of his shaft before pushing the crown into her. Sweet freakn’ heaven. Her channel clutched him tight, and he stopped a moment to enjoy the exquisite feel of her. Francine, though, apparently had reached the end of her patience.

“Stop making me wait, dammit. I’ve waited long enough.” She rammed herself back against him, sheathing him quickly and fiercely. Mitchell couldn’t prevent the yell that burst from him. Fuck, that felt good.

He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks, determined to control the pace lest he come too quick. But his feisty Red had other ideas as she rocked back and forth, sucking his length in and out of her pussy, her low moans constant as she set the pace, a rhythm that got faster and faster.

Mitchell just hung on for the ride, his body slapping into hers with a fleshy smack, over and over, the tight glove of her sex bringing him to the edge…

A ripple went through her channel, squeezing him in undulating waves, and a low scream vibrated from her as she came. Pulling her body up, their bodies intimately meshed, he bent until his face was buried against her upper shoulder. His hips held the pistoning rhythm as she came. His own climax hit and with a roar of “Mine!” he shot his seed into her as he sank his teeth into her shoulder, marking her as his.

Was there such a thing as too much pleasure? If so, she’d found it as her vision saw stars, her heart raced like it would fly out of her chest, and her body exploded into what felt like a million gloriously sated pieces. Even more awesome, judging by the trembling and panting body curved against her back, Mitchell suffered from it too.