Authors: Kate Douglas
One finger circled the tight ring of muscle and her body seemed to leap into another level of arousal. Her breath came in short, sharp huffs as she fought to hold her climax at bay. This felt too good, too intense to go over the top right now. She wanted it to last, wanted the sensations to grow and develop even more.
Her mind whirled with a kaleidoscope of sensation. Oliver’s warm, wet mouth suckling her clit. His thumb buried deep inside her sex. His middle finger pressing steadily against her sphincter.
Suddenly he was through, slipping into her body, stimulating an entirely new set of nerves. She jerked against the pressure, the amazing sense of so many nerves firing at once. Her mind seemed to blank, to overload on sensation and suddenly he was there, his thoughts so clear and bright he might have spoken aloud. She felt the pressure of her sphincter holding tightly against his finger, but it was her finger she squeezed. It was her own thumb sliding in and out of the slick, hot surface, rubbing against her inner walls, thumb and finger connecting through the thin membrane, reaching deeper on each slow thrust. Most amazing was the taste, her own taste, ripe upon her tongue, rich and salty and, in Oliver’s eyes, totally addictive.
She might have come. Should have, but the images were so intense, the sensation of sharing her own body through another’s eyes so fascinating that she held her orgasm in check, sliding easily into Oliver’s experience in order to control her own.
He could do this for hours. She realized he’d never grow tired of touching and tasting and learning her body, but she wanted more. She craved the fullness of a thick cock stretching her folds, wanted the hard thrust of hips against hers, the scrape of his pubic hair against her freshly shorn mound.
She told him this, speaking from her heart, silently in Oliver’s mind. He raised his head in surprise. His lips and chin glistened with her fluids and he swept his tongue across the dampness.
“You are amazing,” he said. “Do you know that? Absolutely amazing.”
He withdrew his fingers from her body and slipped his shirt over his head. He tossed it on a nearby chair. He pulled a condom out of his pocket, then unsnapped his pants and dropped them to the floor. His underwear followed and he kicked them aside, along with his sandals. Mei stared, wide-eyed at the absolute perfection of his body.
His chest was smooth and glistened with sweat and his abs rippled with each breath he took. He had a perfectly shaped ass, so round and yet well-muscled that Mei wanted to bury her face in the sleek globes. His legs had the kind of long, lean muscles that swimmers and runners develop and he was perfectly sleek and smooth, with very little body hair.
But it wasn’t his abs or his legs or even his perfect chest that caught her gaze and held it. No, she wouldn’t even try and deny the fascination she suddenly developed for his amazing cock.
Oliver might be slight of build compared to the other men she’d dated, but he more than made up for it with the amazing package between his legs. His cock was huge. Thick and long with veins running down the dark length, it jutted out of a silky nest of black curls at his groin, aiming directly at her crotch. He was uncut and his foreskin had rolled back behind the bulbous head, leaving him wet and glistening with a pearly drop of white on the very tip.
She knew he must be highly aroused, not only because he was obviously hard as a post, but she saw that his testicles were drawn up tight between his legs, barely visible beneath the thick girth of his penis. Without even considering the act, Mei leaned forward and kissed the very tip, licking the single drop of cream from the end.
Ohshitohshitohshitohshit….
Blinking, Mei raised up and stared at Oliver. His head was tilted back, his eyes were closed and his lips moved in a silent litany. The condom was clutched in his right hand and his struggle for control couldn’t be plainer. Smiling broadly, she pried his fingers loose, took the condom and ripped the packet open. Oliver never moved, though he groaned when she cradled his cock in her palm and stroked slowly back and forth a couple of times.
He was too large for her fingers to wrap all the way around, and she wondered if he’d be able to get all of that big thing inside her. He seemed to grow even larger as she stroked him. She slipped the condom over his glans and slowly rolled it down his shaft. Then she leaned back on the bed and guided Oliver toward her sex. He was shivering when his cock finally touched her, but he didn’t press forward.
He must be right on the edge. Mei was close as well, but she didn’t want him to lose it before she climaxed. It happened so often with men, but she hoped Oliver was different. She grabbed his cock at the base, squeezing tightly as she swept it along her slit. She used him to drag her fluids from her clit to her ass. The slick head of his cock left a trail of heat as she used him to gently masturbate herself. It took all her strength not to aim him inside, but she wanted to tease him, not take him over the edge. In a matter of seconds, though, Mei was the one ready to climax.
She didn’t want to go alone. She glanced up and caught Oliver watching her. His eyes glittered. His jaw was set, his mouth a firm, tight line. Mei nodded and spread her legs farther apart. Oliver tilted his hips just enough. She pressed his latex covered glans against her wet and ready center. Oliver pressed forward slowly. Her nether lips parted and the head of his cock disappeared inside. He stopped, just barely inside her, and her muscles clamped down and held his cock in place. Mei wriggled her hips a bit to help him fit. He was huge inside her, stretching her vaginal walls with each small forward motion.
Her body adjusted, slowly drawing him in. She bent her knees and grasped her ankles, opening herself completely. Oliver leaned over her with his hands on either side of her body, his feet still planted firmly on the floor. He withdrew just a fraction, thrust a bit harder, then pulled almost all the way out. A thick, wet, sucking sound followed him when he retreated. Mei’s moan drowned out everything else when he thrust back inside.
He was so large she felt stretched to the point of pain, but he moved slowly and carefully. The burning stopped as her body adjusted to fit his. Oliver picked up his pace. He was smiling now, obviously more in control and his actions were smooth and self-assured. He reached for her breasts and pinched her nipples. She felt the jolt all the way to her clit.
He did something with his hips, a little twist that put the base of his cock right against her clit on every downward stroke. Then he slipped his hand between their bodies and rubbed the slick little nub, barely touching it enough to register contact. His thrusting took on a rhythm, a perfect counterpoint to the beat of her heart, the rush of blood in her veins.
Mei felt herself spinning higher, faster, out of control. Their bodies had melded perfectly, so completely in sync that she knew he breathed for her, his heart beat for her.
Oliver covered her now, his slick body tense, his muscles shimmering with sweat, his balls slapping against her on every downward stroke. He held her hands over her head, rubbed his chest across hers, kissed her openmouthed. His tongue fucked her mouth as his cock filled her sex.
Consumed by him, overwhelmed by sensations, by the mental barrage of passion and lust, by the pure physical power of his body filling hers, Mei finally turned herself free. She felt it spiral up out of her gut, a shock of power unlike anything she’d known before. Heat and light and emotion—so much emotion she knew she would cry from the pure beauty of passion.
This morning with Eve had been merely a hint of the orgasm Oliver was wringing from her body. She felt him tense, knew his climax was coming, felt her own sweeping through her body with the power of a nuclear explosion. Her hips arched up to meet him, her mouth opened in a silent rictus, a scream that would have torn from her throat if Oliver hadn’t pressed his mouth to hers, hadn’t melded with her and sucked the sound into his own body.
Crying now, tears cascading down her cheeks, her body shivering and shaking in the aftermath of the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced, Mei slowly brought her arms up and wrapped them around Oliver’s neck, held him close against her body and wept even harder.
There were no words. No way to explain what had happened here. She felt him deep in her soul, in her heart, a wild, feral creature such as herself. Wild but not the same. No matter. She would not let him go. Her way had always been alone, but for the first time, she’d found a man who could please her. One who took her beyond her miserable life and showed her the purity of love.
Oliver knew he should hold his weight off Mei, but he was absolutely boneless, his muscles refusing to respond, his mind unwilling to work. His heart pounded so that he heard the blood rushing in his veins and he still felt the slow, steady pulse of his cock. The condom must be filled to bursting by now. Thank goodness he’d worn one.
Only a Chanku female could prevent conception. Mei might be able to link with his mind, but he couldn’t say for sure that she was Chanku. There was something totally different about her. Something every bit as wild as the other shapeshifters, but as alien as Eve was familiar.
He lay atop her chest, listening to her heart pound every bit as fast as his own. Her blood raced as well, her lungs straining against his weight as much as against the need for more air than they were designed to deliver. Oliver lifted himself away from Mei to give her more breathing room.
She latched her hands around the small of his back and held him close. “No. Don’t pull out. You feel so good inside me.”
He had to agree. Her pussy clenched and rippled over his cock, dragging every last drop out of him. He was still erect, though he’d come harder than he ever had in his life. Of course, this was a first. Mei was a first. The very first time he’d made love to one woman, all by himself.
It felt wonderful. Life affirming.
Life changing. He rested his forehead against hers. “Mei, that was amazing.”
She ran a finger along his cheek, touched his lips, traced the seam of his mouth. “I agree. I’ve never done that. Never come like that. Wow…”
“Wow is right. I need to pull out. I don’t want to lose the condom.”
She giggled. “Okay. I’m not ready for babies, thank you very much. We hardly know each other.” Her giggles turned to full-out laughter.
“I want to know you better. I want to know everything about you.” He grabbed the condom at the base of his cock and withdrew. He was finally beginning to soften. The squishy, wet sounds of slick muscle separating from clasping flesh made him instantly hard. Again. He hoped he had enough condoms.
Mei stroked his flank as he stripped the condom off his cock. “I need to toss this,” he said, heading for the bathroom. He felt Mei watching him. His skin grew hot. His nipples tightened and he felt a connection to his cock. Hell, his nipples never had been a huge erogenous zone for him, but right now he felt as if Mei were to touch one, he’d come all over himself.
He’d been an intact male now for less than a month. He’d enjoyed sex once with Eve, many times with Adam, and a couple times with Stefan, Anton and their mates. He was forty-two years old and this lovely young woman, probably young enough to be his daughter had he been able to reproduce so many years ago, had made him feel like a god.
He tossed the condom in the toilet and rinsed off quickly under the shower. Then he went back to Mei. She lay under the covers with one arm over her forehead. Her eyes were closed.
“Mei?”
She opened her eyes and raised her head. “Hmm?”
“How old are you?”
She smiled. “Older than I look. I’m twenty-seven.”
Twenty-seven? Okay. He could handle that. “I’m almost forty-three.”
She pulled the covers aside and invited him into the bed. “Good. An older man. I like that. A lot. I want you again. I hope you don’t mind?”
There was a hesitancy in her voice, a question he liked. She was as unsure of this as he was. Smiling, Oliver crawled into bed beside Mei. He pulled her close and she snuggled against his side. She was almost as tall as he. Probably as strong. He knew she was brave, a survivor. If she was Chanku, she would definitely be an alpha bitch.
Hell, Keisha was an alpha bitch, and Anton didn’t seem to mind a bit. Somehow he’d work things out. Assuming, of course, that Mei was Chanku. If she wasn’t, Oliver didn’t know if he’d be able to stand it. Let her go? Not now. Never.
He felt her hand trail along his hip, felt her fingers creeping ever closer to his groin. When she cupped his balls in her palm, the balls he’d had for barely three weeks, Oliver almost wept. To think he’d missed this his entire life!
He had a lot to make up for. Mei pushed the covers aside and scooted down the bed beside him. When she took him in her mouth, Oliver groaned. Then he threaded his fingers through her long, black, silken mane and thanked the Goddess for giving him this chance at love.
It wasn’t the Montana forest, but a golf course just outside of Tampa was better than nothing. Since making love all afternoon, the desire to shift had built until there was no ignoring the need. They’d joked about it, both of them new at this whole shifting business as it were. Adam wondered if they got horny because they shifted, while Eve thought maybe they had to shift because of the sex.
No matter the cause and effect, Adam insisted there was no denying the fact their newly energized libidos were a direct result of finally becoming Chanku and embracing their amazing shapeshifting heritage. Now he took Eve’s bundle of clothing and stashed it along with his in a tangle of fan palms just inside the gated golf course. He touched Eve’s face with his fingertips. She smiled and shifted.
Nose to nose they sniffed one another. He’d seen her as a wolf, but Eve had taken off before he was able to shift. Other than today, when he’d been between her legs in his wolven form, she’d never seen him like this. Now she studied him in the pale swath of moonlight and her thoughts spilled into his mind.
You’re beautiful! So much bigger than me. I still can’t believe we’re doing this. C’mon. She put her nose down to her paws, wagged her tail and yipped. I want to run. Then she spun around and took off with Adam close behind.