19
Three seconds from a Wildcat
T he rest of my shift goes smoothly, just not nearly fast enough. The hours had dragged , even with the usual rush and Sam to keep me company.
I'm just eager to get home to my boys.
The ride home from the bar takes forever. A barren brown landscape drolls by in the darkness, the usual fifteen minutes feeling like hours.
I just kept thinking about getting between Jay and Saint again instead of dealing Slapshots and another round of pitchers for the seventeen-thousandth time tonight.
My wolf has been pacing ever since I had their hands on me, her claws clicking against my skull, reverberating around and around.
I nearly hadn't been able to drive home at all. Had barely been able to resist running back to the Cabin wearing my wolf's skin.
It's not like Jay or Saint would mind.
Finally, though, I'm home.
The cabin lights are low, illuminating the windows with a soft golden glow. Pressing the little button to control the garage door, I impatiently wait for the stupid thing to open. When it does open all the way, I park in the empty space between Jay and Saint's vehicles, and a thrill shoots down my spine.
Dante's bike is noticeably absent.
Taking off my shoes at the door, I follow my nose. Saint has been baking up a storm. The lingering aromas of some type of baked goods lead me through the house and into the dark kitchen.
A sticky note on the counter beside a pile of banana bread muffins draws me in. As I snack on a smaller muffin, I read over the note with Jay's messy scrawl across it.
Go upstairs, you'll find us.
My heartbeat ratchets up. Suddenly, I regret going up there with banana breath.
Taking the stairs one at a time, I make my way to the room Jay and I share, finding the boys exactly where the note said they'd be.
Our room is illuminated, with a soft glow coming from the lamps on side tables, which are covered with silk scarves.
Where did they get those?
Jay and Saint, though, now have my full attention. They're both lying back on the pillows, stark naked.
"Well, hello, boys," I drawl, slowly removing my sweater and releasing my hair from its rubber band prison.
"Howdy, Darlin'," Jay replies, his mercurial blue-green eyes watching my every move. "How was the rest of your night?"
"Relatively boring. You two seem to be having fun, though," I remark, removing the rest of my work clothes.
"We just saw you pull up and thought we'd greet you with a smile, Tiny," Saint says, one arm stretched behind his head, curly hair in disarray on the pillow.
Saint is wearing a smile. A very wolfish smile. But it's a smile; I'll give him that... Jay's is more of a hungry smirk, one that makes a chill creep up my spine, hardening my nipples in my bralette. Both of them, though, are standing straight up at attention, cocks throbbing and practically dripping for me already.
"Well, then, now everyone's smiling, Cinnamon," I reply, shifting my weight to one leg and lifting my hand to my chin to ponder . "Hmmm."
"What's on your mind, Gorgeous?" Jay asks, tilting his head, but the look on his face tells me he's just playing along.
"Oh, I'm just wondering if there's room on that bed with you, Big Guy. " I hum, watching them between lowered lids. Jay groans, his cock throbbing.
"There's always room for you, Tiny," Saint says, sitting forward and pulling me into his lap.
Instantly, Saint's mouth is on my neck, my chest, his hands roaming around my hips. And then, Jay is on his knees next to me, covering my mouth with his, kissing me deeply.
Moans rise in my throat, but Jay just swallows them down.
When Saint closes his mouth around my nipple, I gasp, breaking Jay and I's lip lock.
"So Gorgeous," Jay begins, standing on the mattress.
"Yes?" I gasp as Saint rocks me against his rock-hard cock trapped between us, my hands tangled in his curly locks.
"Did you keep that pussy wet for us?" Jay asks, caressing my jaw with his hand, thumb indenting my lower lip. My tongue darts out almost on instinct, and I hum a quick mhm before I open my mouth for him fully, inviting him to put his cock in my mouth.
"That's my fucking girl," Jay groans, slapping my tongue with the fat tip, plunging softly in, then out again.
Saint, below me, halts his maddening rocking of our hips together, only to rip my underwear off instead of making me move to undress the rest of the way.
I don't have room to gasp as Jay fills my mouth, ordering, "Eyes on me, Gorgeous."
"Fuck, you're wet, aren't you?" Saint hums, spreading it around as he resumes rocking me against his cock. Up and down, I glide against Saint as Jay fucks my mouth.
Again, I hum mhm as much as I am able around Jay's cock.
"Do you want it, Tiny?" Saint asks, lifting me and lining us up, but not moving, not letting me sink down onto him like I desperately want to.
Jay frees my mouth, letting me speak, but his hands in my hair prevent me from looking away from him .
"Yes, I want it," I say, and Jay smirks.
"Yeah?" Saint asks, pushing up just barely .
I wiggle against him, fighting his restraint, but say nothing but " Yes."
Jay chuckles, eyes practically glowing. "You're about three seconds away from a wild cat, Saint."
"You think so?" Saint hums, practically in delight, as he withdraws, fingers deftly circling my clit, making my eyelashes flutter for a moment.
"Eh, I'm like sixty percent sure. Could go either way," Jay says, tilting his head, stroking his cock so so slowly. "So, which way is it, Gorgeous?"
Again, I feel Saint line his cock up, thumb circling my clit for just a second before he pauses.
"Why do I have to choose at all?" I reply, gasping when Saint pulls my bralette down. It means I have the freedom to do as I want and make good use of it. In one fell swoop, I take all of Saint's cock, until I'm seated on the entire length of him.
Saint groans below me, hands moving to my hips to keep me fully seated on him. Jay chuckles, moving my face toward his cock again, letting me set the pace.
And then, Saint starts moving, loosening his grip around my hips. The groans coming out his mouth as he lifts and thrusts in time with my movements are a goddamn symphony.
"That's it, Gorgeous. Take it all down your throat," Jay murmurs, gathering my hair in his fist.
I obey, taking all of his length that I can, all while Saint fucks up into me, mouth on my chest, my neck, sweeping his tongue around my nipples.
As my muscles start to contract, the icy wave of pleasure begins to form on my skin. Saint says, "I want you to keep count, Tiny. This one's mine, so go on now. Cum around my cock for me, hmm?"
I barely have time to draw a breath before release slams through me, making my hips shutter. Saint keeps up his pace, groaning and gasping, "That's it, that's it,--fuck–" as one orgasm rolls into another. "Keep count for me, Tiny."
" Two-" I gasp, fucking him harder, desperate for more.
"You spoil him, Gorgeous," Jay says in a mock scolding tone, though his face looks pleased.
"I'll spoil you too if you get down here," I reply, moaning as Saint's hands roam across my body.
Immediately, Jay is moving, practically dragging me off of Saint and tossing me to the mattress. Without a preamble, he's hooking his arms under my knees, folding me like a pretzel while lining himself up, drawing the tip of his cock through my slick heat.
"Fuck, you feel good, baby," Jay groans, finally plunging in deep.
"You do too-" I reply, gasping when he also circles my throat with one hand, fucking me rough and deep. That desperate, mad need for release fizzles along my skin again.
"Yeah, you like that?" Jay asks, keeping that pace and pressure up.
I only have a moment to answer " yes," before Saint is there, cock in hand, ready for me to open my mouth for him. I do, angling my head so that he can fuck my mouth.
"Fuck Gorgeous, you're so fucking perfect ," Jay pants, letting go of my neck in favor of spanking my ass, using my hip to pull me down onto him.
The new angle, combined with his now thumb circling my clit sends release shuttering through me, clamping down on him hard enough that Jay groans with pleasure.
"Keep count for me, Tiny," Saint hums the reminder above me, freeing my mouth just long enough for me to add a tally.
" Three- " I moan, and then Jay lowers his frame, fully covering me to suck a nipple into his mouth, still plunging himself into me deep and hard. Then Jay angles my head back toward Saint, gripping my jaw for me to open for him.
"Suck on it, Gorgeous. Suck on it and cum around my cock for me again," Jay groans, sweeping his thumb across my clit again.
"Four!" I groan, feeling as if he'd ripped pleasure straight from my veins.
And then Jay's gone, withdrawing and moving down my body to settle between my thighs.
"I want you to keep sucking that cock, Gorgeous. Suck it while I feast between these silky fucking thighs, hmm?" Jay hums, licking my center once, then again and again, lapping at my clit and plunging his tongue into me.
"Yes, sir, " I gasp, running my tongue along the tattoos that line the underside of Saint's cock.
He hums, pressing it down onto my face. "Just like that-" Saint gasps, watching my tongue move against his skin.