Another smut chapter, continuation of previous one, entire story still all over the place.
A female orgasm lasts longer than a male. Men also have a refractory period, where they can't get excited while women can be perpetually stimulated.
As my genital muscles contracted rhythmically less than a second apart with intense pleasure that was close to making me lose my mind - my ears rang and pulse raced - it was unwittingly putting pressure on his rigid glans, prepuce and frenulum buried deep within, and tugging the cum out of him in sharp lulls as talented fingers came up, and lightly framed my clitoral hood, knowing it had a million nerve endings waiting to fire, and stroking it to prolong the quivering of my stomach as I let out a breathless moan.
"Stop..." I tugged his arm back, wanting the sensation to continue and fade all at once.
Agitated, I ground down on his stiff pubic bone, wanting wiry or downy hair to scratch the outer lips of my labia, causing the faintest of knee tremors from Luke, but he steadied himself and let the wall take more of my weight. Not finding what I wanted, I pushed up the wall using my shoulders and that split second I slid up, there was such relief and satisfaction I wanted to cry before my belly button scrunched, and this time it was painful, more like abdominal cramp and my head fell back.
Luke's hand came up and supported the weight of my neck.
"What's wrong? What can I do to make it better?"
"This is the peak of it," I gasped, sinking down until he was back in at the hilt. "The strongest point the moon has control over my body. Sex. I need continuous sex, Luke."
"Where do you want me?"
There was no mention of the other guys, the elephant in the room, and no thought given to them either.
Wanting Luke laid out on the bathroom floor, because the thought of our need strong enough we couldn't even stagger out to bed, drove me crazy. My arms circled his neck and I told him to lower us down. He sat with his legs outstretched on the speckled gray linoleum with me in-between them, my hand creeping up and resting on his inner thigh, causing his shaven balls to draw up into his body by the cremaster muscle and blood to flow into the spongy tissue running along his shaft, foreskin pulling back, fully erect.
Under my hand, his thigh tensed.
Not moving it away, I moved my lips gently over his and because he was a beat behind, his lips did nothing to make the task easier, remaining slack under my own. At the time, I marvelled over the fact if a camera crew took a wide angle of our kiss, the director would yell at him for being so lacklustre, but the entire story was being told hidden out of sight, as he was very aroused and pent up within me.
"You want to kiss?" he murmured against my lips, caressing my back.
"Got something against it?"
"You've slowed it right down. I'm just worried if it's enough."
"It's more than enough," I whispered and went back to kissing him.
Now every single cell was responsive and warm. Using his placidity and newfound softening of his torso, I guided him to the floor and kissed him sweetly and tenderly, as my fingers gently latched to the buttons of his shirt and got them undone. When it got to the lower half, our lips had to detach as I sat up to slide the last few through the buttonholes with bar stitching as his azure blue eyes fixed on my breasts.
Then I was kissing him again, changing angle and engaging in slow tongue as I held myself up, breast tips dragging against his chest with a watery sheen as hair fell on his face and he pushed it back, positioning my head to deepen our intimacy.
Ten minutes of foreplay and kissing and I was impressed.
"Let me ride you," I said.
"Flick your hips all you want, I'm a smitten man anyway."
"I know it's hard to believe," I said, straightening to gather my own hair and forcing his hand to drop. Elbows pointing to the ceiling as I rocked a shallow circle, the noise of our sex filling the echoing bathroom, and continued the syncopated motion, approaching the crest of a distant wave but missing the rhythm to drift back and forth as my ribcage shuddered. "But sex with Brianne will only be better because she's your destined mate. You are literally made for each other and nothing can compete with that."
As I spoke Brianne's name, a small frown overtook his face as if he didn't want to particularly remember her at this moment. But like it or not, she was part of his future and I was possibly one of the last women he was going to fuck, before tying himself to her.
I wanted to remind him that despite the fact we were not destined, we had insane amount of sexual chemistry that did not come from the universe, and that deserved to be celebrated and explored fully, because it would be a very good second to Brianne.
Knowing the next few words will be seared into his brain, because even when mates mated and settled, they still remembered past sexual experiences in a locked compartment of their brain - and maybe in their subconscious replayed it - I wanted to be very wicked and leave a lasting impression because he was definitely leaving one on me.
"But this will be a very close second," I said, watching his face. "She might remain a virgin until she accepts you, who knows, or even have a few boyfriends and gain some experience herself, more power to her, but it will still pale in comparison to your experience. It's the nature of a wolf. You won't go into your first night clueless, because you will have a bank to draw from."
I lowered my voice.
"And a part of that bank involves tonight. Because we are so perfect together. And you will never tell her this, and downplay every previous sexual encounter because she's special and the one you will remain faithful to for the rest of your life. But we both know the truth and there's no shame in it."
I gave him a light smile.
"Of course, I ask the same courtesy when I meet my mate. Don't want you revealing just how many times you made me cum." And with that, I ended on a punctuated moan, which was half pretend and half, very much real.
A few minutes later, his orgasm went off like a firecracker, surprising us both with how much longer it lasted and the fact he couldn't stop kissing me.
After we were done, I knew I was drunk on him and wanted another round. This time in front of everybody. A part of me wondered if Luke was that good, or if the peak of the moon was keeping me attached to whoever was available. My ankles remained clasped over his naked waist, as he carried me out the bathroom and down the stairs, my dress-robe fluttering over my back, although the rest of me was equally naked as him.
He'd slipped out of me, jostling erection pressed against my vulva, but I could tell he was dying to repeat what happened in the bathroom and I was more than happy to let him. Without saying a word, the TV still on and everyone present in their respective seats in the living room, Luke strode in and got down on one knee to reverently lie me on the carpet. Then he laid on top, and entered with a single thrust.
The next few seconds were spent blindly thrusting on his part as I cried out, squeezing my breasts and twisting to face the sofa. As my cheek scraped the carpet in time with his effort, my half-open eyes took in Barron legs spread and looking like he was in pain. Glimpsing his hairy pubes, I remembered with clarity the moment I'd wanted wiry hair scratching my outer labia, but finding the hard smoothness of Luke instead, which hadn't eased my craving until the mention of continuous sex.
As Luke fucked me, I wanted Byron's cock. Thicker. Hairier.
But then I also wanted Luke's slickness. The way he felt inside of me. The sex. The sex he was giving me right now, in front of Byron's hungry eyes -
Alexei crouched down and palmed my cheek.
"All four of us want you."
Alexei looked feral.
"You've already had me," I gasped, aware my tits were jiggling, as both of my wrists were pulled down by Luke in one hand and my arms were pressed to my side, making them look fuller as they bounced. Luke was grunting like a wounded animal, and it was impossible for them to hold back and watch. They wanted to give me a sperm facial as part of me felt the carpet burns on my back.
"Sperm is good for the skin. Luke, get off her," Alexei said, as if he was planning to replace him. Elias placed a hand on Luke's shoulder, and a hidden understanding was shared in the room. It was not the time to be selfish when everyone was hurting physically.
"I'll give you two minutes," Luke growled. "Fill in any part of her except the pussy because that needs to be finished by me, before any of you assholes get a return ticket for after-hours." With a frustrated jerk, he pulled himself clean and simmered as Alexei kissed my neck, and pulled the dressing gown off my shoulders, nudging me to go down on all fours. I understood what was happening, when my ass cheeks were held slightly apart, and his lube-coated cock undulated at the entrance. All I felt was a cool sensation as he eased in, and he slapped a cheek leaving a palm-print.
"Your new anchor, Georgia. We're going to sit on the armchair, I'll help spread your legs and after they finished, I'll take your ass on the carpet."
He scooped me up and walked backwards, leaving me temporarily confused to how full I felt even as I laid back across his chest as he sat down on the pin-striped maroon armchair, and arranged my askew legs, pushing them towards my tits and outwards to either side, so a foot was dangling over each arm, leaving the centre of me exposed, fluffy and pink.
Luke ran a finger down me, when he got to his knees, helpless to resist.
Barron and Elias came to stand on either side, staring at my breasts.
"No pressure, Georgia," Barron softly said, as he touched a finger to my lips and then took it away. His angular hips were looming over Alexei's shoulder, and his crotch was in line with my sideways, slightly upturned face. There was no move to take that step to put his slightly curved girth into my mouth, but every fibre in my being told me he wanted it. Wanted it, like he always did with every part I was willing to give.
"Take that step I dare you."
My breath hitched as Luke entered me and continued where he left off. My entire body moving but pinned.
"You won't lean forward?"
"Barron."
That was all it took. The tip of his urethra came to rest on my cupid's bow, and I opened my mouth to suck the tip of him in. Just like Alexei behind my back and under me, there was no pressure to take him any further in. I got the sense this wasn't about the four of them using me for their ends, but about making me feel comfortable and excited about the situation, so I wanted all four of them, touching me at the same time.
It was working. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the essence of Barron on my tongue, the bitter tang easy to swallow as I locked my lips, and increased the suction to this side of fierce when Barron broke quickly away, and he jacked on my tits not letting his seminal vesicles finish twitching, before his cock was lightly reinserted into my lips for me to clean up.
As my mouth was full, he answered my gaze.
"Too soon. It was too soon to blow in your mouth."
Wondering how much of him actually coated me, I wrestled one wrist away from Luke, and touched my trembling left breast and held it up to my line of vision. Thick, translucent pearly fluid covered my fingers. I felt the stickiness slide into the valley of my breasts. Barron chose to ignore my mulish look, and tangled his hand into my damp hair, combing his fingers through it. I renewed the seal around him, this time light, and gave a short nip to show I wasn't a placid receptacle he could spill over.
A pair of lips attached to my other breast, and I knew it was Elias worshipping my breast. He was sucking like an enthusiastic calf with the power of a fully developed man with dirty things on his mind.
"I have a box of tissues next to me," Alexei said near my ear. "But this view is too good to pass up as I'm literally staring down your body, watching every part being claimed. Even better" -his fingers trailed up and down my sides- "it's the middle of the night and the curtains are wide open. Anyone can freely look if they stand in the right spot."
A flash of electricity shot through me, as my head reared back as if I was about to check.
"Hold her properly, Barron," Alexei instructed. "Don't let her leave your cock and don't let her look around." I was stuck, and I let out a small protesting noise which Barron enjoyed the vibrations off by his rasp. Elias licked my nipple, and started playing with it with a fingernail as he went on to draw the top of my breast into his mouth. That was followed by a quick blow of cool air over my nipple, to make it pebble.
Why hadn't I checked? It hadn't even crossed my mind.
The thing was, the window was right there to my right. It was a bay window, with the ledge around waist height. If you were to look inside from the outside and there was no netting - and in this case no curtains even if there was netting, which alluded to the same thing if the light was switched on and it was dark outside - anyone who stood near the porch and looked into the living room could see everything. And I mean everything.
And that thought made me wetter as I let fantasy rule my imagination. A father and son, ,passing dark-haired werewolves caught out by the moon, waiting for their turn. The father was there for his son, deeming himself too old for me, but in the end the pull would overcome him. How hard will his sacs slap me? Harder than his son's?
Closing my eyes, I went back to moistening Barron's underside with saliva as Luke continued fucking me with his knowing thrusts. Alexei reached down, and helped him find my edge quicker, by pinching and teasing my clitoris. Which was trying to retreat and hide like a delicate flower shielding it's petals. My pelvic floor uncontrollably bucked, like it was trying to fight the onslaught by throwing everybody off. I gagged on Barron's penis, and came back for air, as Alexei firmly brought my hips back down again, and thumbed my clit with no let up as I wailed to the ceiling through the pinnacle of heady rapture, never feeling more wanton or free.