Sharon's Wolves (Wolf Masters Book 10) (16 page)

“Trust me,” Cooper added, “we’ll learn to adapt over time and take full advantage of every instance when we can be together. If the world were a perfect place, I would love to be able to sandwich Sharon in the middle of a crowded dance floor and grind into her from the front while you do so from the back, but the world isn’t perfect, and we have to make concessions along the way. Don’t stress so hard about it.”

Jackson glanced behind Cooper, wondering if someone would walk in on them even now and find him and Cooper plastering a very sexy Sharon between them.

“I locked the door,” Cooper said.

Jackson flushed slightly. “Of course you did.”

Sharon set her hands on his chest, flattened her palms, and smoothed them up until she reached his face and cupped his cheeks. “I’m flattered you’re cognizant of your environment while itching to reach for me. Channel that. Use it when we get to a private location.”

“Like now,” Cooper muttered, lowering his face to kiss Sharon’s neck.

Jackson’s blood pumped faster when Sharon made a soft sigh and let her eyes flutter shut. Her mouth fell open. She was so fucking hot.

It should unnerve him that another man was kissing her. Touching her. Making her squirm with need.

It should. But it didn’t. In fact, it gave him the opportunity to watch her without being so directly involved in her pleasure that he too was lost to the sensations.

This was one of those moments.

Sharon grabbed his biceps and dug her fingers into his muscles. She leaned forward, rose onto her tiptoes, and kissed his lips briefly.

He was lost to her.

As usual.

Lost and out of control.

Never mind they were in a public building at the junior college.

Never mind it was highly unethical to have sex in the room Cooper was using as an office.

Never mind if he allowed himself to close the distance between Sharon’s lips and his for a second kiss, he’d be doomed to ignore his good common sense.

He wanted her.

Now.

Here.

Damn the consequences.

“Are
all
your coworkers out in the field?”

Cooper nodded. “Yep.” He nibbled a path across Sharon’s shoulder and onto her neck.

Sharon leaned her head back against Cooper’s chest when Cooper slipped his hands under her sweater and tank top and smoothed them up her body, pushing the material higher. She moaned as Cooper eased both shirts over her head and dropped them on the floor.

Jackson glanced at the tight grip she resumed on his biceps while she bit her bottom lip as Cooper cupped her breasts and thumbed the nipples. The deep pink tinge darkened under his touch, and it seemed as though her breasts visibly swelled.

When Cooper pinched her nipples between his thumbs and pointers, she gasped.

Yep. Watching her come undone was amazing. But Jackson needed to taste her. He dipped the tips of his fingers under the waistline of her jeans at her ass and eased them around the denim until he reached the button. When he popped it loose, she arched her torso toward him.

His woman was needy. To add to the torture, he lowered the zipper far slower than necessary, listening to the subtle changes in her breathing.

Finally, he wiggled the jeans over her hips and let them fall to her knees. He had to bend down to tug her shoes off and then pull the legs of her jeans over her feet. And then he flattened his palms on her calves and smoothed them up her legs until he reached her panties.

“Jesus… Jackson… Oh, God. Cooper…”

He smiled at her fluster as he tucked a finger into both sides of her panties and lowered them down her legs. And then she was gloriously naked. And so damn beautiful she took his breath away. He needed to taste her more now than moments ago, so he tucked his feet under him and kneeled in front of her.

“Spread your legs, baby,” he heard Cooper demand.

Her feet shuffled farther apart.

Jackson wrapped his palms around the backs of her thighs and pulled gently, opening her pussy up to his view and allowing him to inhale her scent. He was jealous of Cooper’s ability to scent her from across a crowded room. To make up for that imbalance, he figured it was only fair he be granted permission to nuzzle between her legs frequently.

Her legs shook beneath his hands as he closed the distance and licked a path from her wet opening to her clit. She tasted like heaven.

When he speared his tongue into her tight pussy, she lifted onto her tiptoes, her hands landing on his shoulders.

He’d tasted her earlier that morning, and nothing compared to sucking her arousal into his mouth. Her sweet and salty flavor made him long for more.

Cooper interrupted his concentration. “Jackson, hold that thought.”

As her glorious center moved away from his mouth, he nearly groaned. He lifted his gaze to Cooper in confusion, still on his knees in the center of the room while Cooper backed Sharon up a few yards toward a long conference table. Several items were strewn across the surface, and Cooper tucked one arm under Sharon’s breasts while he used the other to push things out of the way.

Jackson hauled himself to standing and followed. Cooper hopped his ass onto the table and scooted back, and then he grabbed Sharon by the waist and lifted her onto his lap.

She grabbed his wrists in shock, her eyes widening. “Cooper, what…” Before she could finish her thought, Cooper had her settled on his thighs and had wrapped his hands under her knees, pulling them wide so her feet landed on the table straddling his legs.

Jackson smiled and spun around to find a chair. Seconds later he rolled a desk chair up to his mates, lowered himself onto the seat, and adjusted the height to its lowest so he could lean in and resume devouring Sharon’s delicious center.

She squirmed in protest. “Jesus. Guys…”

Cooper had her arms pinned behind his as his hands roamed up her legs, across her belly, and back to his obviously favorite feature—her tits.

Her knees shook, and Jackson set his hands on both of them and pushed them wider.

Sexiest sight ever.

Her pussy glistened with her arousal, and he wasted no time closing the distance until he dipped his tongue back into her warmth and drew out more of her wetness. Lord. She was so tight and wet. So needy.

She moaned, attempting to lift her ass off Cooper’s lap unsuccessfully. She was pinned.

“Make her come, Jackson. God, I love to watch her face when she comes.”

Jackson almost chuckled at the way Cooper continually ordered him around, manipulating him to fuck their shared mate, earlier with his fingers, now with his mouth. Would it unnerve him to have Cooper direct Jackson’s use of his cock? He had no doubt it would happen.

Jackson found he didn’t give a rat’s ass as long as he was able to turn Sharon into putty under his administrations. Being commanded him to make Sharon writhe with pleasure was no hardship. He spread her wider and sucked her clit into his mouth, tonguing it repeatedly until she stiffened beneath him.

He heard his name whispered from her lips and lowered his mouth to fuck her tight pussy with his tongue again.

“Please,” she pleaded. “Oh. God.”

When he returned to torture her clit with his lips and tongue, he knew she was on the edge. Her breath hitched and held.

“That’s it, baby,” Cooper said. “Let it go. Come for us.”

That did it. Sharon’s clit throbbed beneath his tongue as the pulses of her orgasm took her over the edge. Loud whimpers of satisfaction escaped her mouth, and Jackson didn’t release her until she flinched.

He lifted his gaze, wiping her arousal on the back of his hand. “That was the single sexiest event I’ve ever participated in.”

Cooper smiled over her shoulder. “There are ten thousand more where that came from.”

Jackson didn’t doubt it for a second.

Sharon squirmed as it dawned on her that her men had her completely naked while they remained fully clothed. How had she missed that?

It seemed it would be short lived however because Jackson stood, whipped his shirt over his head, and lowered the zipper on his jeans. He kicked off his shoes while he tugged the denim down his legs. Seconds later, he was as naked as she was.

She felt the smile that spread on Cooper’s face and knew whatever he would say next would be as controlling as his previous actions. “Sit back down on the chair,” he told Jackson.

Jackson rolled his eyes. “This bossy side of yours…” But he complied.

Sharon would do the same. Any time. Any place. Because it was clear whatever Cooper said was never going to let anyone down.

Cooper lifted her off his lap and set her on wobbly legs. “Turn around.”

She spun to face him and watched as he shed his clothes as quickly as Jackson had without jumping down from the table. When he was naked, he scooted to the edge, his enormous cock in one hand, the tip jutting upward and leaking with precome.

She couldn’t take her gaze off his length. She wanted to taste it, run her tongue up and down the shaft until he moaned. When she stepped forward with that intent, Cooper lifted his free hand to stop her.

“I can smell her arousal,” Cooper said, his gaze on her, his words meant for Jackson. “Settle her on your cock facing me, her legs spread wide over your thighs.”

She shuddered, not completely sure what made her arousal return in full force, the visual of what he was suggesting or his commanding words alone.

Probably both.

Jackson lifted her by the hips and nudged her legs apart so she straddled him. The position left her pussy open and exposed. Vulnerable. Needy.

As he lowered her over his cock, he used one hand to guide his length and the other to steady her torso.

She wobbled forward without anything to gain purchase on, but Cooper caught her hands and settled them on his firm thighs. His cock bobbed inches from her mouth.

Moments later, she was distracted from the vision in front of her as Jackson impaled her pussy. She arched her chest forward and moaned. With her legs spread like that and the direction she faced, her clit strained forward, swelling at the exposure.

“Baby, that’s so fucking hot.” Cooper stroked his free hand up and down her arms and then dragged the tips of his fingers over her breasts. “I love the way these hang in front of you, jiggling with every movement.”

She gasped as he thumbed the tips, making her shiver. She was at their mercy, unable to remove her hands from Cooper’s thighs without getting off balance. Letting her gaze zone in on his thick cock, she licked her lips and closed the distance to taste the come leaking from the tip.

Cooper groaned at the slight touch, gripping his cock tighter and lining it up with her lips.

She wiggled her tongue in the slit at the top and drew his precome into her mouth.

“Jesus,” Cooper muttered.

His taste was tangy, masculine, Cooper. The hint of soap from his shower that morning lingered on his skin, and she lowered her mouth over his cock to suck a good deal of the length between her lips.

Jackson gripped her hips and lifted her several inches off his shaft before lowering her back down.

Her legs dangled outside his thighs, but there was nothing for her to set her feet on. She was stuck at the mercy of her men.

The next time Jackson lifted her, she let Cooper’s cock slide between her lips at the same time. A second later, Jackson slammed her back down, making her moan around the invasion of the hard male shaft stretching her lips wider.

Jackson set the rhythm.

Sharon enjoyed the ride.

How he managed to keep her aligned was amazing, but she lowered herself farther, setting her elbows on Cooper’s thighs and wrapping one hand around his length. The angle of Jackson’s cock thrusting in and out of her was amazing. Her brain was overloaded with sensation. On the heels of a beautiful orgasm, she climbed right back to the edge.

Wrapping her lips tighter around Cooper, she dragged her tongue up his length.

And then her entire body jolted when Jackson’s fingers found her clit and rubbed. With her legs spread like they were and her body leaning forward, he had the freedom to destroy her. And he did.

Her lips would no longer obey the command to continue sucking, and she held Cooper in her mouth without moving. Her thighs stiffened as Jackson drove her higher each time he thrust into her.

The orgasm came on fast, washing through her like a tidal wave. It didn’t end quickly either, because Jackson continued to stroke her clit until one orgasm turned into two, and he picked up speed inside her, plunging deeper with each thrust.

She moaned around Cooper’s shaft, realizing she wasn’t giving him much but unable to control that section of her body.

Cooper’s hands threaded into her hair, massaging her scalp in a way that told her he was fine.

Finally, Jackson held her down over him, releasing her clit to grab both hips and keep her right where he wanted. Buried deep, he came, gasping her name softly with each breath. Every pulse made her squeeze her channel around his length.

When he was spent, he leaned forward and rained kisses on her shoulder blades.

She moaned around Cooper’s cock, finding the brain cells to tighten her grip and suckle him. Shocking her, he came with just a few passes of her lips across his shaft. He didn’t pressure her to swallow, but she lowered her mouth as far as she could and allowed his come to coat her throat.

When the orgasm subsided, Cooper pulled his fingers through her hair and reached for her shoulders to push her upright.

Jackson wrapped his arms under her breasts and held her back against his chest, his cock still buried inside her, her legs spread wide.

She batted her eyes open to smile at Cooper. “Sorry. I got distracted.”

Cooper shook his head. “Baby, when I’m inside your mouth, it doesn’t matter what you do. It feels fantastic.”

“I wasn’t moving.”

He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. “Doesn’t matter.” He cupped her face with one hand and spoke inches from her. “The feel of your mouth around my cock is enough. I almost came watching you come.”