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“Christ, Ben, you can’t say shit like that with my dick inside you. It’s weird.”

“Well, you know how to shut me up.” He tilts his hips and shifts his weight backwards, pushing my cock deeper inside him, and the noise that comes out of his mouth awakens some small, primal thing in my chest. I straighten up and grab a fistful of his hair, jerking his head back and eliciting a loud gasp.

“Fuck that,” I mutter in his ear, thrusting harder, deeper, giving him exactly what he’s been after all night. “I want you screaming my name so damn loud that every person in this fucking building hears you. Understand?”

“Anything…you want…” Ben pants. “Just don’t fucking stop, Theo, please…”

I don’t stop, and neither does he, but I can’t hold out as long as I want to. It’s already been weeks since Annie and I were together, combined with the fact that it’s been so many years since I was with another man. It feels too fucking good. Better than I remember, or maybe that’s just Ben. The way he moves and sounds, the things he says to me are too fucking good. My body seizes hard as I come, and I fold over him again, grabbing his shoulders and sinking my teeth into his skin wherever I can find purchase, hoping I leave marks.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Ben…” I groan, but he doesn’t seem bothered. He laughs again, pulls away from me, then spins and collapses backwards onto the bed.

“As long as your mouth still works,” he grunts, pushing himself up on his elbows and grabbing my hair. I grin and drop onto my knees, seizing his thighs and sliding him to the edge of the mattress, then taking his cock as deep into my mouth as I can. His head drops back, his grip on my hair tightens, and he sighs, “Fuck, Theo, that’s it…good boy…”

Hearing him talk like that nearly pushes me over the edge again, and I wonder how many rounds of this I can do in a single night, because I never want it to end.

38

Annie

Ben told me tostay on the couch no matter what I hear in the bedroom.

It does not take me very long to understand why, and I cannot help but smile. Poor Theo has not been able to fully participate in bedroom, shower, or car ‘activities’ with us, so I am more than happy to give them their time together. However, it is difficult to listen to the noises they make without becoming aroused. I try to focus on the film I am watching, about a police officer who disguises herself as a beauty queen, but it becomes impossible when I hear Ben moaning Theo’s name. As quietly as I can, I pause the film and push Rex off my lap, then lie back on the couch and slide my hand down my own stomach, into my shorts. The insides of my thighs are already slick from listening to them, so I press down and move my fingers in slow circles over my clit, trying to imagine what they look like tangled up in each other that way.

As the pressure inside me builds, I am almost tempted to sneak down the hall and watch, but I need release so badly, I am not sure I can move. Instead, I close my eyes and tip my head back, focusing on the sound of Ben’s voice. His rasping groans and sharp cries. The way he spits Theo’s name out–as if he cannot possibly say it enough times–as if he will crumble if he stops. I hear Theo too, his tone slightly higher, with a hint of surprise behind it, his breaths coming in bursts of effort that keep time with the sound of skin hitting skin. I push my own body harder, clenching every muscle and sliding my other fingers into my soaking wet pussy, desperately searching for relief, but it is not enough.

I need more, and I know there is only one way I can get it. Reaching deep inside with my magic, I coax the long tail from my body. The end is capped with its usual deadly spike, but I can use my shadows to shift it into any form I like. It is so dark I can hardly see, but it does not need to be perfect. Visualizing both their cocks in my mind, imagining the way they fill me so perfectly, I run my fingers over the tip of my tail and shape it into a rough approximation of what I need.

Their voices continue echoing down the hall, but I can tell Theo is almost at his limit, so I reach down and pull my shorts aside. Using two fingers to spread myself, I slowly slip the newly reformed tail inside me. It is certainly not a replacement for either of the men in the other room, but I have to turn my head and clamp my teeth down on a blanket just to keep from crying out at how good it does feel.

I begin slowly, pulling it nearly all the way out, coating it with my wetness, then sliding it back in. The feeling of being stretched, combined with the sensation of my own inner walls squeezing around the sensitive tip of my tail, is completely and overwhelmingly delicious. I adjust the shape and size of it as I move, hitting every single spot that sends me reeling. As Theo and Ben’s voices build in the other room, so does my speed, until I am moaning their names into the blanket I keep clenched between my teeth. My hips lift completely off the couch while my fingers continue to circle my clit and my left hand clutches the blanket.

Theo cries out Ben’s name when he comes, and I cannot help but do the same. Ben continues to moan and his voice, combined with the near-frantic movements of my own tail, finally push me over the edge. When the orgasm hits, my back arches painfully, and I accidentally rip the blanket with my claws and fangs, which have emerged without my bidding. I feel as though I am suspended in midair for a few moments, ragged breaths tearing from my throat, and then I fall. As I come down, Idrop my legs open and continue to lazily fuck myself with the tip of my tail, reveling in the tiny aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my core. In a complete haze, I am not sure how long I lie there, but my eyes snap open when I hear a hushed voice behind me.

“Annie!” I tilt my head back to see Ben staring at me, shock and amusement both painted on his face. He runs his eyes over my trembling body, lingering on the tip of my tail. I withdraw it, dripping wet, and use it to tease my pussy, angling myself so that he can see exactly what I have been doing without him.

“You told me to remain on the couch,” I tell him coyly, “but I could hear everything, and I was…desperate.”

“I’ll say,” Ben mutters. “You’ve been holding out on me though. I didn’t know you could…make it look likethat.” A devilish grin crosses his face, and I return it.

“So…I am not in trouble?” I ask, arching my back so my breasts are on full display beneath the paper-thin shirt. Ben comes around and crouches beside me, then runs one hand through my hair and the other over my breasts, pinching my nipples through the fabric. He is shirtless, with loose shorts on, beads of sweat still clinging to the dark hair on his chest. I have the sudden, strange urge to lean forward and lick it off of him.

“Give me that tail first, and then I’ll decide,” he orders.

“I could not help myself. Your voices…the noises you were making. I wanted to come in and watch.”

“Maybe next time, if you’re a good girl.”

“Maybe next time, I could be the one who–”

“Annie,” Ben interjects, raising his eyebrows, “just gimme the damn tail.” I playfully wave it in front of his face, teasing him by grazing the wet tip along his lips. He snatches it before I can move away, however, and pulls it up to his mouth. Gently, I slide it inside and over his tongue, causing his eyes to roll back in his head as he tastes my pleasure.

“Sofucking good,mi amor,” he whispers. “And I have some…ideas for what we could do with this next time.” I suck in a sharp breath and grin at the thought of it. Ben stands and pulls me up, then threads his fingers into my hair and kisses me. I lean into him, relying on his steadiness and strength to keep me upright, since my legs are still shaking slightly.

“Where is Theo?” I ask.

“Shower,” Ben says, jerking his head toward the bathroom, where I can hear the water running. “I need one too. Come on. Keep the tail out.” Theo grins when he sees me, but it falters when he notices the tail. At least I have returned the tip to a blunted taper.

“I thought you were asleep, sweetheart,” he says. Ben strips his shorts off and steps into the shower, then murmurs something to him. Theo’s eyes and smile both widen when he looks back at me. “Naughty, Annie. Resourceful though.”