His eyes darted from mine to Storm’s, and then they tracked down her body. He reached down in one effortless movement and pulled his tee up and off. His abs tensed and relaxed as he did it. When he dropped his arms to his sides, his pecs were solid. Flexed and hard. His nipples were small and dark. They looked as if they were already hard.
I lost my T-shirt too, and so did Storm. I thought Jules’s eyes had grown as big as they could, but I was wrong. When she dropped her top to the floor, his eyes grew as big as it was possible for a pair of eyes to grow. I ran my hand up her back. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Jules took three or four quick breaths, bracing himself, and then reached down and tugged at his belt. It sprang free and he opened his fly roughly, kicking off his shoes at the same time. He bent over to pull his jeans down and took his socks off while he was about it. When he stood up, he was stark naked.
I’d seen Jules shirtless more times than I could count. We’d spent most summers down at the creek, swimming in various states of undress since we were kids. Hell, I’d seen him buck naked more times than I could remember. We’re shifters. We’re comfortable with nudity. It’s no big deal. Everyone knows that. It was just that that was the first time I’d ever seen him naked like that. Naked for sex. Naked and hard. Hard everywhere. Jules was very good-looking, he always had been, but usually there was something almost comical about him. It didn’t detract from him. Far from it. It was part of his charm. Right then, he didn’t look comical. He looked anything but. He looked manly. Manly as fuck. Muscles rippled and veins crisscrossed up his arms. I could see his blood pulsing at his jugular. Sex was coursing through his veins. Masculinity had never looked better.
Storm crooked her finger at him, and he took the step he needed to touch her. He reached up and traced her jawline with his finger. He ran his hand all the way down her neck, between her clavicles, between her breasts, across her belly and down to the button of her jeans. He flicked it back and forth a couple of times until she arched her head back against my chest and nodded. I ran my hands up and down her sides. Her skin was smooth and warm. So warm. Way warmer than a human would be. I cupped her breasts from behind, holding and teasing, as he undid her fly. Then I helped him as we wrestled the tight denim over the curve of her hips. By the time she was naked, I was too. I stood at her back, and he stood in front of her. I ran my hands over her body, drawing a map for us both, listening to her breathing, learning where she liked to be touched and showing him, too.
He leaned in to kiss her. I could tell he was going to do it because his jaw dropped open ever so slightly a second before he moved. He parted his lips and then closed them again. They looked puffy and darker than usual. He was looking down at her mouth. He focused on it as if it were the only thing that existed. He kept his eyes open until the last second. I was pressed up against her. My hands were all over her body. I was standing so close that when he kissed her, I saw his lips part, and I saw the pink wetness of his tongue as he slipped it into her mouth.
When she pulled away, I worked my hands down her back and kneaded her ass. He did the same to her breasts. I kissed the side of her neck softly, and then hard. He did the same on the other side. His face was so close to mine, I could smell him. He smelled like Jules, mixed with sex. The smell was so strong, I could almost taste it. Storm started sighing and then she started moaning. Before long, she broke away from us and crawled onto her bed, so she was on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed.
“Head or tails?” Jules smiled. I could tell his nerves were gone. He had that goofy grin that he got when he was so happy, he forgot to arrange his face into an orderly smile.
“Tails,” I said without skipping a beat.
Storm laughed, even though it wasn’t that funny.
I positioned myself behind her and he knelt in front of her. His eyes slammed shut as she took him into her mouth. His abs clenched as she did. He was breathing hard. He was breathing just as hard as she was from what I was doing to her. I was licking her, tasting her, eating her out. When I couldn’t stand waiting for one more second, I knelt behind her and coated myself in her juices. I rubbed myself against her and as I did it, I looked at Jules. I wasn’t sure if I should or not, but he was right there, and I didn’t know where else to look.
Time seemed to slow. I’d never seen him like that. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, with his hands fisted at his sides. His belly contracted with every labored breath. My eyes traveled up and down his body. I was too horny to stop myself, or even to think about what I was doing. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Even if I’d tried, I wouldn’t have been able to look away. His hips were thrusting forward in time with the way her head was bobbing up and down on him. There was something unspeakably powerful about the way he was moving. There was this perfect balance, this tension, to it. He seemed to know exactly how much to give her to make her moan and not gag.
I dragged my eyes up his chest and his neck as I prepared to enter her. I didn’t mean to do it but I couldn’t help it. He looked like Jules. Exactly like Jules. He looked like the person I knew better than anyone else on the planet, but at the same time, he looked like someone I’d only just met. I felt a sense of delirium as I slid into the warm wetness of her. She moaned, and so did I. My eyes traveled farther up, up, up. His jaw was set. Strong. His lips were pulled back slightly, showing a hint of clenched teeth.
I lost myself as I started to thrust. I must have, because as I slid into her, I looked at Jules. Straight into his eyes. They’d been screwed shut a second ago, but now they were open. His lids were hooded and heavy, but he was looking at me. Into me. Hazel green met ice blue and fused together. The second our eyes met, something broke open inside me and ripped a harsh sound from my chest. I moaned long and loud. Lower than usual. Lower than any sound I’d made before. Storm’s body encased me snugly. I felt secure and at home. I liked knowing Jules was at home in her too. I wasn’t expecting to like it; in fact, I was expecting to hate it. But believe me, I liked it.
I thrust into her harder and when I did, she lurched forward and took Jules deeper into her mouth. He made a soft, lost sound. The second I heard it, I wanted to hear it again. I thrust into her over and over, harder and harder, to make Jules make that sound again. I did it until he started to quiver, and his movements grew jerky. I didn’t stop. I thrust into Storm until Jules came.
From that second, I was lost. I was gone. Lost to the world. Storm came too, and then I did. We paused for a while and then the three of us started moving again. We found our rhythm and we fucked to it until we were totally spent. We switched positions at some point, and I lost myself even more. By the end, we were nothing more than a hot, sweating mass of limbs and hair with Storm in the middle, Jules on her left, and me on her right.
When we walked home that night, Jules and I were walking a dangerous tightrope between things feeling weirdly comfortable and exceedingly awkward.
“Fuck me,” he muttered, “that was intense.”
I didn’t say anything, but I nodded.
“Fuck me . . .” he said again, but before he continued, I cut him off.
“Given what we’ve just been through, bud, I think you should choose your words a little more carefully.”
He stopped walking. His eyes glinted and his cheek creased. He clicked his tongue at me and said, “Oh, bite me.”
I laughed and he did, too. Just like that, the tightrope was gone; we had our feet firmly on the ground. We were Sully and Jules again. Same as always.
“Want to run it off?” he asked.
I didn’t even bother with my usual argument about only running when chased. I pulled my hair tie out of my hair and shook it loose.
“Think you can catch me?”
“No,” I said, “but I’m going to try.”
And with that, we were off. My heartbeat was steady and sure. I had the wind in my hair and Jules at my side, at least for a while. We passed the creek and ran up the hill. We ran until my limbs felt neither tight nor loose; they felt just right. There, under the dim light of the waxing crescent moon, the whole world felt right.
10
Stormstayedintownfor a full week after that night. Jules and I spent every moment we could with her. Every time we were with her was the same as the first time, except it was better. We both learned her body and she learned ours. She was insatiable. As a shifted wolf her stamina outweighed ours significantly. Every time one of us tapped out, she’d get a knowing look in her eyes and say, “See why two is better than one?”
Afterward, when none of us could move a muscle, we’d all lie in her bed together. Jules and I would lean in and take turns kissing her. We’d run the tips of our fingers up her sides and stroke the undersides of her breasts until she sighed. Sometimes, our hands would brush up against each other and neither of us would move away. Any discomfort or embarrassment we once felt about seeing each other like that was long gone. I tended to drift in and out of sleep as I recovered, but Jules stayed awake. He’d run his fingers through her hair; sometimes I’d see him weaving little braids in it for her to find when we were gone.
