ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (284 page)

              Both of the men doubled their efforts to fuck. Ben reached around Jon and tweaked his nipples while Jon played with Kate's clit. Jon knew that he wasn't going to last much longer.

              “I'm going to come soon,” Jon said. “Holy shit I'm going to fucking come. Kate, can I come inside of you or should I pull out and blow it all over you?”
                            “Fuck, I'm going to come too!” Kate screamed. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

              Kate started to come. Her body undulated up and down as her pussy muscles clamped down on Jon's cock. Jon couldn't believe how good it felt to have her pussy grip him like that. It was the best experience he'd ever felt, especially with the way Ben's cock kept putting so amazing pressure on his prostate.

              “Fuck,” Jon said. “I'm coming!”

              Jon pulled out and jerked his cock while at the same time using his other hand to stimulate Kate's G-spot with two fingers and her clit with his thumb. Jon sent rope after rope of cum over her body, with big goblets spattering her face. It was one of the sexiest things that Jon had ever seen. And Kate's orgasm kept going and going until finally her body ceased to spasm and she lay very still.

              Ben hadn't come yet, however, and wasn't ready to stop while everyone else got off. Without saying a word he withdrew from Jon's ass and positioned himself behind Kate's after flipping her over. Knowing what was coming Kate arched her ass into the air as Ben entered it. Within a few minutes Kate came back to life.

              “Fuck my ass! Please fuck my ass, Ben! Harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck yes! Oh my fucking God your dick feels so good in my fucking ass Ben. Fuck me!”

              Ben reached forward to pull her hair playfully as he pounded her ass harder and faster.

              “Fuck yes,” Ben said. “Your ass feels so good! Fuck! I'm going to come!”

              And with that Ben's back arched and he came deep in Kate's ass.

              Afterward they all lay together in the hay a long time, then eventually fell asleep.

              Jon had a dream that they were all on a desert island that wasn't much bigger than the loft of the barn, and the island was covered in scratchy ferns that irritated his skin. He wasn't sure what they were going to do about it since they were stranded. Jon tried to remember how they got here but everything was blurry; he wondered if maybe they'd survived a plane crash where he'd hit his head and lost some of his memory. Slowly everyone else woke up and started to look around. Suddenly Ben had a great idea. He'd found some equipment hid in a utility closet on the other side of the small island that somehow Jon and Kate had missed. Inside was some swimming gear. Ben said that there was another island a long swim in the distance.

              Jon wasn't sure because he couldn't see what Ben was talking about without his contacts in and Kate was the same way. But they both trusted Ben so they followed him in the ocean, wearing snorkeling gear. They swam and swam and swam. Then it got dark out and they were still swimming, but Kate was having a really hard time staying above water. Eventually she went under, and Jon and Ben tried to save her. In the ensuing chaos both of the men went under with her. Right when Jon's lung burned for breath, he woke up.

              He was surprised to find himself alone in the barn loft. He was sure that the other two would have slept in with him if they hadn't been woken by something. The loft was hot, hotter than Jon could remember being in a very long time. He was weak from dehydration when he staggered from the barn. There in the distance, out in the middle of the vineyard, Ben was showing Kate's dad how to use the sprayer. Jon looked at his watch and saw that it was way past noon. He tried to walk toward the distant figures to get in on the action but his hip was so soar that he could barely managed a hobble. After a few steps he sunk down on his haunches.

              “How are you feeling?”

              It was Kate with a canteen of water. Jon took it and drank greedily.

              “Pretty soar,” Jon said. “My hip is all wore out from last night!”

              Kate smiled and put a finger to her lips.

              “Don't be loud our my mom will hear,” she whispered. “Now, we need to keep last night a secret or everyone will talk. But, obviously, if we keep last night a secret then no one will know and no one will talk about it.”

              Jon nodded in agreement. He didn't care much what people talked about or thought, but that was easy since he was a guy. Women had it a lot harder in a society that seemed to want to judge them as harshly as possible. Maybe Kate was afraid that people would find out and then never want to talk to her again. That was a very real possibility for all of them considering how conservative parts of Colorado were. But for the moment no one knew and they all had the power to keep it that way, and Jon liked that.

              Kate took him by the hand and led him back to the house where Jon showered up and prepared for lunch. Soon enough Ben arrived with Kate's father and the whole family, plus Ben and Jon, sat around the same table and ate together. Jon tried to soak it all in, to lock it away in his memory forever. He never wanted to forget. 

THE END

The Bad Boy’s Seed

1

I don’t always exercise on the beach, not that I mind the stares but the rude comments can be a little perturbing. But, a gymnastic charity event I’m participating in, is to be held here, so it seems fitting to get used to doing my moves with sand between my toes.

This morning was no different from any other for the past week, I get to the beach early in the day. Today the sun is up and it looks like it’s going to be warm. Many onlookers, joggers and dog walkers stare as they pass, but it doesn’t faze me. I’m dressed in my training gear of a figure hugging leotard. I had considered a dress rehearsal because in the show I ‘m dressed as a Disney Princess, now that would have got them staring. I’m play acting in a gymnastic show to raise money for local homeless families.

I was born in the big city of New York and I presently live in Brooklyn, though I’m lucky enough to come from a reasonably wealthy family. Both my parents are science teachers at a local college, though I lack greatly in the academic area and delight in physical movement. I’ve attended many competitions throughout my childhood, but in adulthood I use my physical skills to raise money. My parents raised me to care for those who have less than myself, and so it comes as second nature to try and spread what little wealth I come across. Needless to say, I’m taking part in raising money for the homeless, of which, unfortunately, there are many on the streets New York.

In my job as a physio-therapist, for the wealthier members of the city, I like to step out of my mundane life, occasionally, and do something beneficial to those who have less than I do. That’s why I’m practicing my gymnast movements, to hopefully raise some money from the wealthier citizens to give to the poorer ones.

I’m well into my routine, when I notice a guy staring at me. Like I said, it’s not unusual, but most stare as their passing, he stands watching me, intently, making me conscious. I decide to approach him and give him my candid thoughts, as to his manners. As I get closer to him, I realize what a handsome guy he is, and that cools my temper, slightly.

“Hi, my name’s Katie,” I say, holding out my hand, having decided a friendly approach is more appropriate for a handsome guy.

“I know what I’m doing might look a bit geeky, but I assure you, there is reasoning behind it,” I explain, shading my eyes from the glaring sun as I look up at his handsome features. “I’m training for a charity event, and I ought to charge you a fee for observing,” I laugh, not the best of pick up lines I know, but my stomach’s turning butterflies.

I wasn’t really sure what had come over me, I never speak to strangers when I’m exercising, except for the occasional perfunctory good morning. There was something about this guy, and not just his good looks. He emanates a sense of control and power, and I feel attracted to it.

“I would love to donate, I’m sure it’s a worthy cause,” he says, grinning. His smile is slightly lopsided and makes him look even sexier. “However, there is a catch.”

He had an accent that I couldn’t quite place, but when I look closely, I can see his facial features are Southern European, Italian, maybe?

“That’s very generous of you, thank you, if  you mean it of course? I can provide you with the website address for the donation. We need all the money we can get and, yeah, it is a worthy cause.”

“Of course I mean it, Renato Cuccino is always good for his word. But, like I said, there is a catch. You have to let me buy you dinner,” he makes his demand.

“I can’t have dinner with you, I don’t even know you,” I say, surprised at his cheek.

We’ve only just met and here he is assuming I’ll go out on a date, just like that, and just because he offered to make a donation. Still, despite my protestations, I do find the idea quite appealing.

“Come now, bella signora, I only wish to meet with you so we can get to know each other better, what is wrong with that?” he asks, cutting through my thoughts.

“You’re not American, are you?” I say, stating the obvious. “Are you on holiday?”

“I am Sicilian, but I work here,” he tells me, still watching me do some muscle exercises so I didn’t cease up. He makes no effort to move on his way.

“Please,” he says to me. “I was to have such a dreary day, heavy with business and very little pleasure. Now, I have met you, and this changes everything. Please, bella, will you meet with me? I take you anywhere you like to go, you choose,” he offers.

“You’re persistent, I’ll give you that,” I laugh. It’s not that I don’t fancy him, because this guy is built like a warrior. He clearly keeps his body fit by working out. I respect that, it takes a lot of focus and energy. “Where do you work?” I ask, trying to find out some more about him.

“I tell you all you need to know, only if you agree to let me wine and dine you, please?” he pleads. “I watch you dance, er do gymnastic, and I think of you as graceful and beautiful. Please, meet with me, let me enjoy your company and give a donation to your charity. Consider it one of those charity dates, whereby I pay the charity for a night out with you. What do you say?”

“I say, that you probably won’t leave me alone if I don’t agree, and I need to get on with my practice, so yes, I’ll meet you. Tell me where, and then leave so I can finish.”

“I pick you up tonight, I wine and dine you and make you laugh and be merry, and then I pay your price, yes?”

“Just to make it clear, I’m not the kinda woman who offers her services for money,” I smile at him, I can see his English is good, but it just came across wrong.

“Hah, please, it will be my honor to be with you, now say, yes, and I leave you to your practice. I too must continue with my running.

I pick up my gym bag and take out one of my business cards, handing it to him.

“Tonight you say? I would love to go to a Mexican place I know of. You call me and I’ll tell you where to pick me up. But, you must donate or the deal is off,” I finally agree.

To be honest, it’s not hard to agree, I like the look of this guy and we’ll stick to public places until I feel I know him better.

He takes my card and kisses it, then simply jogs off, without looking back. Phew, I really hope he rings me, he is one dishy fella.

2

I didn’t have long to wait, no sooner am I back in my apartment and the phone’s ringing. It’s Renato, and tonight I have a date. He’s offered to take me out of town and into the suburbs to a neat Mexican restaurant he recommends. I love Mexican food so could not resist, plus being in the company of such an attractive guy helps to sway me.

I’m a bit of a punk when it comes to dressing up, not at all a lady. I’ve always been so physically active that I never got used to wearing dresses and skirts. I checked with Renato that the place isn’t too classy because I hate the thought of such an outfit when I’m trying to relax. Now, I await my carriage, dressed in tight black denims strategically ripped in the right places, a sex pistols t-shirt, short leather jacket and black leather sneakers. My outfit might look like its come from a garage sale, but it’s all expensive stuff. That’s me, they don’t come much more unsophisticated as that. Oh, and my hair, well I wear it short and peppered blonde and black. Yeah, I know, not to everyone’s liking, but I’m comfortable with it, so other people can take it or leave it.

I’ve been brought up to think independently and be my own person. What others think doesn’t influence me, especially if they’re negative. I pretty much do my own thing. I’m very feminine in my own way, just not a flimsy and pink kinda way. I have a strong personality and everything in my life needs to be tough, or it will break and I’ll discard it.

My cell bleeps, informing me I’ve received a text, when I check it I see it’s Renato, letting me know he’s here.

Coming out of the double, glass doors to my apartment block, I see my date waiting for me with the passenger car door open and ready for my arrival.  And what a car it is, a Bentley convertible. This guy must have some money to be driving around in such a car.

“Wow,” he says when he first see’s me, “You look absolutely stunning. Welcome to Renato’s ride,” he says, smiling at me.

“You do know that I’m no lady, so don’t waste your chivalry on me,” I tell him, a little uncomfortable at him holding the door open for me. “My parents taught me equality, so that means I get to hold the door open for you, later.”

“Lady’s come in all different kinds of packages” he replies, “and you look every bit the lady to me.”

I smile at his compliment, I usually find them uncomfortable but his seems sincere enough, and I liked it.

The drive to the restaurant takes around thirty minutes and we spend that time with meaningless chit chat. I try and question him about himself, his life and job, but he quickly changes the subject telling me he wants to know all about me.

When we arrive, he parks in the lot and I take his arm as we walk into the diner. Fortunately he has dressed casual too, blue denim pants and a plain white t-shirt, with a denim jacket. He actually looks quite sexy and I felt pretty special walking in on his arm.

It’s a small family run establishment, with around 20 tables. Away to the left is a small stage and a Mexican guy is playing a guitar as he sings in his own language. We’re led to a private booth, dimly lit but fairly close to the singer, making it all very romantic. The food is delicious. I have a wonderful time with my date, there is nothing pretentious about Renato, he is totally charming and I feel relaxed in his company. I believe he is a caring and protective man. He pampers me all evening, paying me compliments and giving me his full attention. I am swept off my feet by this new man in my life.

All to soon the evening comes to an end and we’re back in his car making our way to my apartment. Finally, he drops me off at the same spot that he collected me. I go around to his door and hold it open.

“Why don’t you come up and make that donation, I have the computer set up?” I invite him, half expecting him to say he’d do it later. To my surprise he agrees.

Once in my apartment, I waste no time logging on to my computer straight away. He is a man of his word and he gives a large donation to the code that I supply him with, on the charity’s website.

“I’m impressed, Renato, I did not expect that much. Twenty dollars would have been enough, but two thousand will go a long way to helping our cause. Thank you,” I say, a little embarrassed at a complete stranger giving such a great donation. 

“Do I at least get offered a cup of coffee for my effort?” he asks, and I laugh as I switch on the coffee machine.

I can tell you with all honesty, he did not even attempt to kiss me. He was the complete gentleman and simply drinks his coffee, arranges to meet me again, and leaves. I have to admit, I feel a little disappointed that he didn’t make a pass at me. I’m no prude and making love to a sexy guy is right up at the top of my to do list. No matter, I’m seeing him again, only this time for lunch, tomorrow. Wow, tomorrow. I’m surprised either of us has the time on our hands, but I want to make time for him, so maybe he feels the same way about me.

By the time my head hits the pillow, I’m in a dreamy world of falling in love with a Sicilian stallion, hmmm, he is adorable.