Bad Boy Romance: Bad Marine (Bad Boy Military Romance) (Alpha Bad Boy New Adult Contemporary Male Stories) (10 page)

“Ohhhh,”
she groaned, as she lowered herself down onto him. The tip of his penis plunged through the sopping wet folds of her twat, cleaving her in two as the long, throbbing blade of his shaft hooked itself into the narrow, moist crook of her vagina. At last she pressed herself fully down all the way, and the sensation of him inside her was almost too wonderful for words at this hour of the night. She breathed heavily as she struggled to contain him, closing her eyes, and simply feeling herself, her cunt stretched out to a degree that was absolutely delectable, her tits pooled up about her on his chest, her body trembling with the burning of her loins.

She lifted herself up, and began to rock, to dance rhythmically atop the pulsing spear of his cock. Her body swayed and shook and flowed like water, her breasts swinging from her chest with the light sensual movements, the burning lips of her gash grinding and stretching around the stiff, obtrusive insertion of his prick. She reached down and began to rub herself as she smeared her body against him, doubling the sensations now coursing through her body, her pussy so wet that when she pulled her hand back it was glistening in the dark, much to his arousal. She hooked her slick fingers into her mouth, tasting her own fluids for his pleasure, and she could feel his fingers curling deep into her flesh with satisfaction, making her smile.

She began to bounce, to hop, to pogo up and down and up and down on top of him, her tits bouncing like basketballs across her chest as she pumped and humped and fucked, cleaving herself to bits, the sensations getting hotter and hotter and hotter as their wet genitals smacked together,
KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP,
and she began to shriek, to moan at the top of her lungs, “Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh
GODDDDDD!”

And soon she'd exhausted herself, her body strobing with energy but her bones weary from trying to support her fucking weight, and she had to rest, to allow herself to collapse back on top of Terry's heaving chest, and to close her eyes while recovering from the damage she'd done to herself.

But that was okay.

That was more than okay.

They'd rubbed so much friction into one another that it was only a short walk to get to where they wanted to be, and Terry, even in his own exhaustion, was more than capable of taking over from here.

He pulled her face back up into him, and she wrapped her arms around his wet head as their lips once more melted together. And down below, he seized hold of her sumptuous ass, curling his fingers into each tender cheek, and pushing her down, down, down, down. He worked her jiggling ass like dough, sliding her pussy up up up up, down down down down along the curved blade of his erection as he did so, sliding
innnnnn, ouuuuuut, innnnnn, ouuuuuut,
in a slow, dizzy pace that was almost hypnotic. The kindling in their dissolving loins caught fire, burning into an intense inferno, setting them over the edge.

At last, he ceased his pumping, holding himself pressed deep into her body, and letting orgasm overtake the two of them. He ejaculated into her, pelting the insides of her cunt with long, hot, molten bands of his sperm, coating her interior walls in a thick, delectable layer of the stuff, shuddering and groaning as his seed pelted from his body, each throb of his penis an explosion of life, and yet a slow, slow dying. On top of him, Victoria was moaning exquisitely with sensation, orgasm ripping through her body like wildfire, her shoulders quaking, her knees knocking, and wave after wave of convulsions shooting like a drug through every nook and cranny of her soft, perfect body.

“OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OHHHHHHH...”

And at last she exhaled, a great, enormous sigh, and it was all over.

Her mouth hung limply open, and Terry stared at it, leaning in, and kissing the wet, unresponsive lips, until at last they reacted, and began to peck him lightly in return, nibbling on his lower lip, and the two of them gouging one another for the last, hidden niblets of love.

Soon after he pulled out of her, she was asleep once more. And once again he watched her there beside him, her delicate body scarcely stirring in sleep, the faint blowing of her breath and the occasional whimper of slumber the only concrete signs that life still flowed through her perfect form.

And still, sleep eluded Terry.

Victoria's efforts had only had their intended effect upon one of them, and not the one she'd intended them to tranquilize, but herself.

It wasn't her fault, as he'd told her before. This wasn't something that was hers to fix, but his own.

...Or was it?

An idea suddenly stole over him, and his eyes went wide as he continued to watch her sleeping there beside him.

She'd said it herself, only moments ago: she would do anything for him, if only she had it within her to make things better for him.

And he, in turn, he would do anything to undo the damage he'd surely inflicted upon Preston, his best and only friend in the world for so many long, lonely years.

Maybe, just maybe, he had thought of a way...

The light rained down in golden shafts through the treetops, a new day, and the previous night's restlessness now a distant memory, an incident never to be repeated, he hoped, given the success of what he hoped to accomplish in the course of today's rendezvous. Victoria was at work for the day, and he'd left shortly after her departure for the office, rather uncertainly at first. It filled him with anxiety to return to this forsaken place, a fear hardly assuaged by the prospect of his first encounter with Preston in what surely must have been almost a year at this point. He prayed to God that Preston didn't tear him to shreds for his abandonment the moment he set eyes on him, and even more desperately he hoped that Preston would share the same enthusiasm for the plan he had in mind.

He paced through the woods for what felt like hours with no signs of life larger than a squirrel, or the occasional deer that darted off into the trees the instant he set eyes on it. In these instances he could feel his mouth begin to salivate with the long forgotten taste for blood, the desire to kill and to devour that had once plagued him almost constantly. And such memories, as these were what caused him such trepidation for his return, as important as it was that he did so for Preston's sake.

He powered onward, moving and moving and moving for God only knew how long, but it was becoming apparent that he had no semblance of an idea of where to look for his old friend, and the aimless search was rapidly beginning to get to him.

He decided to take a different approach.

He closed his eyes, lowered his pointed ears to his skull, and let out a loud, booming howl toward the sky, startling birds from the treetops, and sending them shimmering off in the direction of the horizon.

And into the clearing stepped a man, thick and muscular and completely naked, his body covered with sweat, his eyes glaring intently at the canine trespasser, who looked at him in return with a mixture of emotions, the joy of reunion mingling with a fear of being rejected.

The wolf reared back on its haunches, and climbed from its canine state of existence into human, its limbs repositioning themselves along its body, its fur receding into its skin, its frame growing larger and larger until Terry was standing upright, face to face with his old friend.

“Hello... Preston...”

“What the hell are you doing here?”
Preston said in response, the anger evident in his eyes, and added,
“Where the hell have you been?”

Terry had indeed left without explanation, overwhelmed as he'd been at his departure. It was thus that he struggled for some time for a proper way to begin his story, reaching far, far back in his mind for the end of those dark days, looking for some justification for what Preston must surely, perhaps rightly, have viewed as an unforgivable act of betrayal.

At last he began.

“Look... There's no excuse for me leaving you... I'm not going to pretend that there is. But I met someone. Someone who changed my life in a way I never imagined was possible... Who's made me happier than I have been for years... For all of my life, really...”

“A shifter?” he asked, looking skeptical, temporarily setting aside his anger for the sake of scratching his curiosity.

“No... No, that's the thing... A human... Completely and totally human... And she changed me... I'm in control now- whenever a full moon comes around I can stop myself from transforming, just as long as she's around. It's like there's something magical around her. Something that saves me from myself... Something that lets me have my life back...”

“Fuck you,”
he said, so jealous of what he was being told that he decided not to believe it, and turned to walk away.

“No, Preston, wait!
Look, I'm telling you, it was awful of me to leave you like that... To abandon you the way I did... I've regretted that decision every day since the moment it happened.”

“And it's taken you a fucking year to come back and tell me that? You seem pretty goddamn choked up about it...”

Terry sighed, knowing that he wasn't making a good case for himself, but determined to do his damnedest to offer his friend the same salvation he'd been given.

“Look... I knew the moment I laid eyes on Victoria that she was going to change my life... And she did... And you just can't walk away from something like that... It was... It was like I was drawn to her, the instant I saw her, like I physically couldn't stop myself from stepping into her life, from saving myself in doing so... And... And... And...” This was where the risk came in, the possibility for reconciliation or the permanent severance of their friendship, or worst of all, the destruction of the thing he loved most in the world. “...And I think she could do the same for you...”

Preston raised an eyebrow at him.
“...What the hell are you talking about?”

And Terry presented him with his indecent proposal...

Terry and Preston had presented themselves to her in their transformed states, scaring her shitless the moment she stepped through the front door upon her return from the office, and then doubly so when the two snarling creatures transformed into two stark naked men, one of them her own boyfriend, one a complete stranger.

And Terry laid out everything.

He told her, in case it needed to be verbally spelled out at this point, that he was a werewolf, and that both he and Preston had been so since they were teenagers, infected as they'd been during a long ago camping trip.

He told her how, at one point, that the full moon had been like a curse for him, stealing away all self control, turning him into the monster she'd seen before her, unable to contain himself or censor his own actions, and slave to the drive of primal instinct. He told her that he'd fallen in love with her the instant he'd laid eyes on her, and that her love had given the power he needed to remain in control, to live an actual life, and escape the living hell of going through life as a monster.

And he told her that, all these months, the thing he'd been worried about, the thing he'd fretted and worried over, the thing that kept him awake at night, had been abandoning his friend. Leaving him for dead in the woods while he lived a life of blissful happiness with the most wonderful woman in the world, when he doubted whether Preston would ever have done the same cruel thing to him were the situation reversed.

And he told her that he loved her more than anything. That everything about her made him smile when he considered her, and that he would never trade that feeling for anything in the world.

And he told her what he believed to be the truth, that her love was the only antidote that could cure a man of the disease of uncertainty and fierceness, that her beauty was the only music in the universe capable of soothing the savage beast.

And when he laid out what he had in mind, the admittedly risky plan that would either save all of their lives or destroy them, it may have been getting swept up in the mood that led Victoria to the response that she gave- it was impossible to tell, her eyes moist with tears and her heart beating like a drum in her chest.

But almost immediately, she said yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

And the room had burned with an emotion that is beyond the capability of words to describe.

Now, a thick cloud of white obscured the ground upon which they stood. The air became thick and humid and insufferable, but pure, and oh so sweet. The bathroom door was closed shut behind the three of them, and the roar of the shower could have been the most perfect sound in the world as they waited for the water to heat up.

The three of them melted together in a collective embrace, the two naked men and Victoria, still in her work clothes, their three warm bodies pressed into one as they discovered one another, each of them as though for the first time in their lives. Kisses flowed from lip to lip in a slow, wet circle, all three of them participating adamantly in the proceedings. Terry and Victoria devoured one another, tasting each other's perfect mouths, their heads light with the newness of the situation, and separating quite reluctantly, as Victoria turned, biting the bullet, and leaned in to her next anxious victim.

Preston's flavor was entirely new, completely distinct, but utterly delectable, as their lips smacked and popped and slid against one another, sucking, slurping, tongues flowing from mouth to mouth like water, each seeping into one the other as though to become acquainted with the new and the foreign in as timely a manner as possible.

Then, much to all of their surprise and delight, Terry and Preston began to kiss as well, perhaps swept up in the moment, or perhaps experiencing the ultimate culmination of so many years of their isolated camaraderie. They touched one another, wrapping their bodies together as their lips worked and slid, their penises pressed together between the weight of their sweaty bodies, turning Victoria on beyond belief. She began to touch herself at the splendid sight, pushing the loose lips of her pussy around and around and around, until Terry reached over from the sidelines and took over for her, still kissing Preston, and stretching her out wide, pressing his middle finger against the tender pink button of her clitoris. She moaned with passion, closing her eyes, disbelieving the erotic and glorious turn their relationship had unexpectedly taken in such a short and sudden span of time.

Around and around and around their kisses flowed in this manner for quite some time. Terry's lips on Victoria's, Victoria's lips on Preston's, and Preston's lips on Terry's, spinning in a dizzying circuit, Victoria's hands, all the while, clenched around the shafts of her two lovers' throbbing penises, stroking them into a frenzy, pumping and pumping and getting her fingers absolutely drenched in jizz.

They began to undress her, evening the playing field as they peeled her out of her clothes one article at a time. Their palms slid along the soft plains of her body as they tenderly denuded her, peeling off blouse, skirt, unhooking her bra and sliding it down along her shoulders, and at last someone's fingers hooking into the wispy fabric of her thong panties, and peeling them down along her thighs, to her ankles, all the way down to her knees.

And at last, utterly bare and exposed with the two of them, she allowed herself to be whisked into the shower.

The scalding hot stream of the water felt absolutely wonderful on her skin, though no more so than the application of her two studly lovers as their firm, powerful bodies clasped in around her, sandwiching her between the two of them. In front of him, properly enough, stood Terry, their lips pressed onto one another, his hands on her ass, pulling him into himself so that his throbbing cock stabbed her quite beautifully in the stomach, then compressed vertically between their two heaving abdomens. Her breasts pooled up against his chest as the two of them began to kiss, and he seized hold of her right leg, hoisting it up to around his waist in a manner that screamed of the desperation the two of them suddenly felt.

Preston closed in behind her, meanwhile, crushing her beneath the weight of his body, the erection she'd grown for him manually now grinding between the plump, sumptuous cheeks of her ass, pushing up and down without penetrating, the friction driving her insane with lust. He reached around from behind and cupped his hands around her titties, digging his fingers into them and driving her mad with nerves, all while leaning in, and beginning to run kisses around her perfect throat. She was growing lightheaded, wanting nothing more in that moment than to moan her pleasure to the world, but unable to do so past Terry's sweet lips.

When at last Terry did pull away, she was breathing far too heavily to even make a sound, her eyes wide with disbelief at what was happening, but all the while wanting more, more, more...

Terry leaned back in, and began to let his kisses fall down along her body. He started on her cheek, planting a light, sensual peck on her flesh, then moved down to her neck, on the opposite side from which Preston was currently nibbling upon. This time she did moan, shaking with pleasure, and Terry continued his way, down, down, down. As he arrived at her breasts, Preston removed his palms from her nipples, and pressed the two succulent tits together, squeezing them into a single bulging mass, the nipples growing harder and harder as Terry sucked and nibbled on them, driving her wild.

Down, down, all the way down, until finally her eyes went wide, and her knees began to shake. His tongue slurped and lapped around the folds of her tender pink vagina, devouring that pussy with such expertise that her nerve endings burst, crackling sensations through her body in several long, relentless waves. He worked her up so thoroughly that she could feel herself shooting through the dark delight of orgasm in record time, her thighs closing in around his bobbing head as though to absorb him into her throbbing, anguished cunt, the shower momentarily disappearing beneath the endless haze of her pleasure, and all the world a white hot sensation.

The next thing she knew, she was draped atop Terry's body, straddling his waist, his arms wrapped around her as the two of them made out on the floor of the tub. She felt Preston's heat as he knelt down, and wrapped his fingers around her boyfriend's penis, giving it a few tender strokes with his fingertips, before bending it up to her, and sliding it gently into her vagina.
“Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oh fuck...”
she moaned as he pushed it into her body, inch by inch by agonizing inch, until she could feel Terry's immense scrotum pressing up against the lips of her twat, at which point she sighed with relief, knowing all the while that this would be but a mere half of the story.

Now Preston's weight was added to the pile as he brought himself over to the two of them, mounting the collection of limbs, and joining them in their coital union.

“FUCK... FUCK... FUCK...”
Victoria moaned, as carefully Preston entered her, her very first double penetration, stretching her body to an extent that was absolutely fucking agonizing. He pushed and pushed inside her, the combined girth of the two men both painful and delightful beyond description, until after considerable amount of time he pressed down all the way, and the three of them simply froze for a moment, trying to wrap their heads around the great, depraved, and wonderful thing that they'd all just accomplished.

And then, they tore into her.

Their penises smacked into her cunt like two pistons into a too-small shaft, the throbbing erections grinding against one another through the tight, slimy crook of her pussy, pounding and pounding and pounding her like she'd never been pounded before. They pumped and humped and fucked and destroyed, slamming into her body so hard that she thought they might end up knocking her off of themselves, and just when she thought they couldn't fuck her any harder they defied her expectations, screwing her fucking lights out, cramming and stuffing so much pulsing masculinity into her agonized femininity that she thought she might die from the sweet, sweet cruelty of the sensations.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

And with a final, fierce fuck they slammed themselves into her and held their bodies pushed into place, pinning her into her pleasure, her head spinning through the clouds, shattering into a million billion pieces with climax. Preston's cock throbbed and throbbed and throbbed, then ejaculated in a white hot explosion of fluids, pouring through her insides in torrents, and in turn coating Terry's still thrusting erection in his seed, setting him off in turn. Pelt after pelt after pelt of additional sperm came pulsing through Victoria's pussy, mingling with Preston's own in such thickness and abundance that it came spilling back out of her body, dribbling down along Terry's shaft, spilling down his testicles, and seeping at last into his anus, a thought that was Victoria's last before the beautiful terror of orgasm ripped through her body, blasting away all thoughts, and making her feel warm and safe and wonderful beyond comparison, wrapped as she was in the powerful, muscular arms of her two beautiful wolves.

For the first time in their lives, all felt right in the lives of the three panting, satisfied lovers.

THE END