Shifting Michelle's Boundaries (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (4 page)

Craig closed the door and walked toward the bed. “First time.”

He glanced out of the window, and Michelle took the opportunity to give him another look over. The photo had certainly been of him, judging from the bulges in his shirt sleeves. There was another bulge, this one in his pants, that she tried not to notice.

He turned back to face her, his gaze taking her in, pausing at her hips and chest. “So, how do we start this?”

Michelle took a breath. “Take off your clothes.”

Craig’s eyebrows raised. “I can do that.”

He started with his shirt, unbuttoning it with deft fingers, his eyes never straying from Michelle. The shirt dropped to the floor, revealing the body she remembered from the photo. It was even better in the flesh. Her fingers twitched as she thought of running her hands over his skin.
Wait, I can do that.

He came close and began to unbutton her blouse, clearly in no great rush. He smelled vaguely of sawn wood, which Michelle took to mean he was a carpenter or similar. That was good. She had a thing for men who worked with their hands. This could only improve the experience.

His fingers reached the final button, and he gently reached up and slid the top back off her shoulders, exposing her bra. She bit her lip as his thumbs brushed over her lace-covered nipples. They stiffened under his light touch, begging to be released. He leaned closer and reached around her back to unfasten the clasp of the bra and took it away with him as he straightened. He tossed it onto the floor, his eyes never leaving her breasts.

“Wow,” he said as he ran his hand over her soft skin.

She took in a quick breath as he softly pinched her nipple. His fingertips were rough, which only heightened the sensation. In response she reached down and slid her hand down his jeans, caressing the rapidly stiffening crotch. Craig grunted and stepped back as he worked his belt. Michelle reached around the back of her skirt and pulled down the zipper, then paused as she remembered what she’d brought in her bag.

“Oh.” She walked over to her purse and slid a condom from the pack she’d picked up on the way over. “I got these.”

Craig glanced at her outstretched hand. “Ah, thanks, but, uh…”

Damn it.
If he wasn’t using a condom, she was out of there. “I’m sorry, but I’m only up for this if we use protection.”

“Oh, no, it’s not that.” He refastened his belt and reached around the back of his jeans. “I agree with you there. It’s just, uh…” He colored as he pulled a condom from his pocket. “I brought my own, if that’s okay. That brand won’t fit. They’re too small.”

Now they were both coloring. Michelle’s stomach lurched, and she couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in his pants. The
large
bulge in his pants.
Oh.

“That’s okay.” Okay?
Jackpot!
“Uh, how big, exactly?”

“Pretty big.” His fingers went back to his belt. “I’ve never measured.”

She found that hard to believe, but she guessed he was trying to be modest.

“Show me,” she said, hoping he wouldn’t hear the tremor in her voice, or see the reddening of her cheeks.

Craig unfastened his belt, then worked the buttons on his jeans before sliding them to the ground. His boxers soon followed suit, leaving Michelle with a view of a cock that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a porno.

“W-wow.” She licked her suddenly dry lips. “You weren’t kidding.”

He smiled and shrugged. “Thanks. Now how about you come over here?”

Her heart thudded in her ribcage, but she steeled herself and crossed the room. As she walked she unfastened her skirt and let it fall, then pulled her soaking panties down, kicking them to one side.

Craig’s gaze flitted from head to toe, pausing at her breasts and pussy before returning to her eyes. She could hardly blame him, given that she couldn’t stop staring at his body and thick cock. She moved in close and let her fingers brush his cockhead.

They seemed to both freeze in time. Neither making the inevitable move. Michelle steeled herself once more, reminded herself how long it had been, then wrapped her fingers around his cock and squeezed.

“Fuck me, Craig.”

He took in a sharp breath in response, then put his hands on her waist. She cried out in surprise as he lifted her up as if she weighed no more than the pillows on the bed, then laid her on the sheets.

He was over her so fast that it seemed almost inhuman. One hand clasped her breast as the other slid up her thigh. She let out a soft whimper as his fingers ran up the sensitive flesh of her pussy, then slid inside her a short way. As his thumb found her clit, her hands found his shoulders, and she gripped hard as he slid his fingers further inside her, questing and making room for what was to come.

“Oh god,” she muttered. “Oh god, that feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He pushed farther inside her. “How about that?”

She could only gasp in reply as he went to work, fingering her tight pussy. It was like he was a different person. As soon as she had grabbed his cock he had become more confident. That move must have cleared all his nerves, taken him from the odd exchange of two strangers and put him back on familiar ground. He was most certainly in charge now, and Michelle was hardly going to complain.

She writhed against his hand as he worked her clit, his thumb rubbing circles on the tight bundle of nerves. His fingers kept moving, too, massaging the walls of her pussy.

“You’re so soft,” he muttered. “I can’t wait to see how you feel on my cock.”

She bit her lip. “Why don’t we find out?”

Craig grinned, almost wolfishly, and slid his fingers from her. He snatched up the condom from where he’d thrown it onto the bed and tore the foil with his teeth before sliding the rubber over his cock with practiced movements.

Michelle gasped as his thick cockhead pushed against her pussy. It felt so big! There was no way he’d fit inside her. Craig must have noticed her expression and smiled.

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit. We’ll go slow.”

True to his word, he slowly eased forward until his cockhead slipped inside her. He held it there for a moment before retracting again, then pushing back in. Again and again he did the same, though pushing farther inside each time until he was all the way inside her. Michelle gripped his shoulders as he began to build in pace, taking achingly long strokes into her pussy. She pushed and pulled with her hips in time with him, and they quickly built a rhythm, pulling back until he was almost out, then pushing so far in that his balls slapped against her flesh.

God, she hadn’t felt so alive in years. Long before Ed, even. She closed her eyes and let out a long moan as Craig worked her.

“You like that?” he said, his voice breathy. “You like what I’m doing to you?”

“Mmm,” she said, finding words difficult.

“Tell me. Tell me what you like.”

“I love your cock in my pussy,” she managed to gasp.

“Yeah?” His pace increased. The bed creaked beneath them. “And I love pounding your pussy. Just like your message said.”

Normally talking was the last thing from her mind when it came to sex, but he was right about the message. She’d been confident then, and she could be confident now.

“Harder,” she said. “Fuck me harder.”

Craig did as he was told, and Michelle had to fight not to scream in pleasure as he slammed his cock into her harder and faster. The bed thumped against the back wall as he worked, and Michelle felt like she was being pounded through the mattress. This was so different to what she was used to, and now she knew she’d been missing out.

“Faster,” she cried, all thoughts of keeping the noise down gone. “Fuck me, Craig!”

He growled in response and redoubled his efforts. She didn’t know how he could keep up the pace, but she didn’t give a damn. Just as long as he kept it up.

All too soon she felt the climax coming. Her stomach muscles clenched as heat spread through her body, and her vision turned white at the edges. She tried in vain to hold off, but it was no good. With an almost primal scream she came harder than she’d ever come before, her whole body spasming as if she had been electrocuted. She fought for control, gripping Craig’s shoulders so hard that her nails dug into his skin. That was the last straw for him, and he cried out, too, his eyes screwed shut as he fought to keep control.

“Fuck!” he growled as he finally came, his muscles clenching then releasing.

He kept going, his strokes inside her slower but still as deep, as they both came to the ends of their orgasms. When he finally stopped he pulled out and rolled onto the bed beside Michelle, panting heavily. They stayed like that for the longest time, gasping for breath and not speaking. Michelle was the first to break the silence.

“That was incredible,” she said.

Craig took a deep breath and swallowed, then smiled. “You’re telling me.”

“Quite the animal once you get going, aren’t you?”

He colored and looked away. “Yeah, sorry. I should have mentioned that.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining.” Michelle reached down and ran a finger along his now-softening cock. “I’ve never done it like that before, but it definitely wasn’t a bad thing.”

Craig nodded and closed his eyes. “In that case we should wait a few minutes.”

Michelle frowned. “What are we waiting for?”

“Round two.”

Jack pulled his SUV into the parking lot beside The Rat Hole and jumped out. Most of the bar’s clientele were bikers, and cars were usually scarce. In fact his was the only vehicle in the place with more than two wheels. No, that wasn’t quite true. There was a car up on bricks at the other end of the lot. Still, the locals knew him well—some of them painfully well—so he would probably still be able to drive away later.

He could already smell the two shifters. Both were wolves, both were inside, and neither were familiar. Must be new members to Mickey’s pack. He was always on a recruitment drive. Jack wondered how it would go this time. Usually it ended one of two ways. Either he’d intimidate the jerks into leaving, or they’d start a fight. Jack was happy either way.

The bar was nothing special. A large neon sign hung over the door leading into the squat building, advertising imported beers and pool. Jack gave the night air one last sniff and then headed inside.

Much like old Western movies, most of the patrons turned toward the door as he stepped into the low-ceilinged bar. As usual, they ran the gamut, from grizzled old bikers with more tattoos than skin, to trendy hipster types drinking beer huddled in one corner. Several of the bikers recognized Jack and waved him over with their empty glasses.

“Hey, long time, no see, Jack,” said one particularly large man who went by the nickname Choker. “Where’ve you been?”

“Working too fuckin’ hard,” Jack said with a grin. “Speaking of which, I need to go have a word with a couple of new guys.”

“Just shout if you need any help…” Choker knocked back his whisky and winked. “Not that you ever do.”

Jack slapped him on the shoulder and sauntered to the bar. He’d met Choker and his crew a few years back. He’d spilled Choker’s beer, and the man-mountain had thrown him through a wall. In response Jack had broken three of Choker’s ribs, put four of his gang through tables, then bought them a round. They’d been fast friends ever since. Jack had even bought a Harley so he could ride with them on occasion, though it had been a long time since he’d last got a chance.

He waved to the barman and ordered a beer while he watched the two shifters at the other end of the bar. They were new to the area and weren’t making any friends, judging by the looks cast their way by the other patrons. The men were calm at the moment though, it seemed. The taller of the two, a blond with a large neck tattoo, was whispering something into the ear of the other man. No doubt they were discussing Jack. After all, if he could smell them, they could smell him.

Sure enough, they both turned to stare at him, their expressions somewhere between anger and inebriation. Jack raised his glass and smiled back. There was no rush, after all. Ideally he wanted to catch them doing something they shouldn’t, anyway. Then he’d be justified if the police got involved.

No local shifters bothered with the police, but who knew what a newbie would do?

“How’s business, Steve?” he asked the barman, his gaze still on the two shifters.

“Quiet night, really. Other than the guys you’re eyeballing.”

Jack nodded and turned back to face Steve. “Surprised Choker’s boys didn’t calm ’em down.”

Steve shook his head. “They don’t get involved with shifters.”

Jack smiled. “Wonder who put them off?”

“I wonder.”

The general populace wasn’t aware of shifters, or didn’t want to be aware, but the local gangs were no fools. Anyone who spent the majority of their time in the shiftier areas of town, though, had seen enough to put two and two together.

“They tried to start something earlier,” Steve said, talking about the shifters. “But nobody took the bait.”

“Well, I’ll keep an eye on them till they leave. Or till they try to start something again.”