Chasing Her Tail (22 page)

“Okay,” Bridget agreed, happy to put off any unpleasant discussion about poking her nose into his shower or listening to his confidences or any other less-than-stellar behavior she’d done while in dog form. She started unbuttoning Hammer’s shirt, kissing his skin as she exposed it.

Reaching over her head, Hammer pulled Micah in for a hard kiss. “Run upstairs and grab the stuff,” he ordered, and Micah was gone. Bridget unbuttoned faster, roughly pulling his shirt tails out of his pants, turned on by Hammer’s commanding tone.

As the last button fell open under her fingers, she flicked her tongue in and out of his bellybutton, loving the way his stomach muscles rippled beneath her touch. She knelt to unbuckle his belt and then set to work on the button and zipper on his pants, her breathing quickening when she saw the growing bulge beneath the fabric.

Letting the pants fall, she worked the material of his boxer briefs over his erection and skimmed everything down his legs. Bridget stared hungrily at the huge, dark cock rising from his groin. When she leaned in, intent on licking the tip of his shaft, Hammer stopped her with a hand on her head.

“Everything off,” he grunted. Her lower lip slid out in a pout at the delay but she went to work, pulling off his shoes and socks. He stepped out of the pool of fabric at his feet and shrugged off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor to join the rest of his clothes.

“Now?” she asked hopefully, and he made her wait several seconds before nodding. With a small smile, Bridget leaned in and kissed his thigh, licking her way up his leg and then moving to the other thigh and nibbling her way down that one.

Hammer growled and she laughed, enjoying her small revenge for making her wait. Nuzzling his erection with her lips and cheeks, she moved down to his sac and licked it. Bridget could feel tiny tremors in his thigh against her cheek as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth.

“Fuck!” It was Micah who spoke, dropping condoms and a bottle of lube at Hammer’s feet before kneeling behind him. As Bridget switched, taking the other side of his scrotum into her mouth, Hammer widened his stance. Micah’s mouth joined hers on Hammer’s testicles, his tongue and lips bumping into hers until she abandoned his sac and kissed Micah, their mouths fighting each other for dominance until Hammer’s hand on Bridget’s head refocused her.

As she ran her tongue around the head of Hammer’s cock, probing into his slit and drawing out beads of salty pre-cum, Bridget cradled his balls in one hand and reached through his legs to grasp Micah’s erection with her other. He gasped, the sound muffled, and she guessed that he had his face buried in Hammer’s ass, his tongue plunging into his clenching hole.

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This image made her whimper and squeeze her thighs together, slick with excited moisture. Sucking the head of his cock between her lips, Bridget felt Hammer’s hand tangle in her hair, taking control of any motion her head might make. Her helpless position thrilled her, melting her insides into liquid desire. Relaxing her throat, she let him do what he wished.

Hammer buried his cock in her mouth and she swallowed frantically, trying to take his length. Her lips were stretched around him, pushing the boundary of what she could accept, but that just excited her more. She sucked at him, pressing her tongue to the underside of his cock, loving the taste and force of him.

“Enough,” he rasped but she wanted more. With a sound of protest, she swallowed him as deeply as she could, the back of her throat working on the blunt tip. “Stop,” he commanded, his voice a growl now. He tugged at her hair, gently but intractably bringing her head up. Bridget licked the head of his cock as she was pulled off, a final taste of the beautiful shaft before it was out of her reach.

“Brat,” Hammer growled, although a smile quivered on the edges of his mouth.

“We need to work on getting you to follow orders.”

Yes please.
Instead of answering, she released her hold on both men and stood up under Hammer’s urging. Even at her full height, Bridget felt tiny next to his bulk.

Micah was still behind him and Bridget peeked around behind Hammer to see.

Holding Hammer’s tight cheeks apart, Micah did indeed have his face pressed into the crack of the other man’s ass and Bridget moaned. It was almost as hot to watch as it was to participate.

After only a few seconds had passed with Bridget’s hungry gaze fixed on Micah and his busy tongue, Hammer slid his hands down to cup her ass and picked her right off the floor. Her surprised cry brought Micah’s head up, his lips parted as he panted for breath. Bridget wrapped her legs around Hammer’s waist as Micah scrambled to grab a condom.

Kneeling in front of Hammer this time, he rolled the protection on the cock in front of him and then stood up. Micah pressed his lightly furred chest against Bridget’s back, his arms reaching around her so he could cup her breasts in both hands. His fingers caught her nipples in a quick, tight squeeze before allowing them to pop free. He kissed a line from her neck to her shoulder.

Holding her as if she weighed nothing, Hammer lined the tip of his cock with her pussy and entered her with one smooth thrust. They both cried out as he filled her and Micah groaned. His erection pressed against her ass, so hot that Bridget felt as if she was being branded.

“Hold her,” Micah gritted out and Hammer gave a short nod, lifting Bridget almost all the way off his cock and driving back into her. Micah’s heat disappeared and Bridget whimpered at the loss, the sound turning into a cry as Hammer pulled out and slammed into her again.

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Stroke after stroke, Hammer thrust into her, with Bridget clinging on as best she could, her arms and legs tangled around him. Micah returned, pressing against her back again, probing between her ass cheeks with the slippery, blunt tip of his cock. As Hammer’s shaft retreated, Micah’s advanced, pushing inexorably through the tight resistance to lodge the head into her ass.

Bridget gasped for breath, clenching on Micah’s cock, loving the wild burn of his invasion. He hadn’t used his fingers to gently stretch her and the intensity of his entry overwhelmed her. Pressing her forehead against Hammer’s shoulder, she panted, colors splashing behind her squeezed-shut eyelids.

Both men paused, Hammer’s cock fully lodged inside her while the broad tip of Micah’s stretched the entrance to her ass.

“Okay?” Micah asked, his voice ragged with need. He stroked her back with one hand as his other covered Hammer’s on her hip. It took a moment for his question to register. Bridget finally raised her head and nodded. When the men still didn’t move, she leaned forward to kiss Hammer, pressing her lips hard against his until he growled and took over the embrace, shoving his cock more deeply into her and making her mew against his mouth.

She broke the contact, turned her head and twisted so she could kiss Micah, who cupped her face in his hand, holding her in place as his tongue delved into her mouth.

Opening, she allowed him in, sucking at his tongue, loving the heat and taste of him. As he kissed her, Micah pressed forward, stretching her ass around another inch of his cock.

Wanting more, she moaned against his mouth but he hesitated, as if worried about hurting her. The pause made her frantic—she needed the friction of the thrust and retreat, the incredible pleasure of two rigid cocks filling her front and back. With a growl, she sunk her teeth into Micah’s lip.

He snarled and drove his thick spike deep into her ass. Bridget gasped, clamping onto both cocks, holding them within her body as ecstasy poured through her. Both men pounded into her, propelling her higher and higher each time they entered, each time filling her so full she thought she’d explode with pleasure.

They were moving so fast, so hard that she couldn’t match the rhythm with her hips. All she could do was cling and take their thrusts, reveling in the strong fingers digging into her hips, holding her securely. She was helpless between them, trapped between two chests as hard as rock walls as they drove into her again and again until she was flung into an orgasm so strong she thought the world was shaking.

Her arms and legs tightened around Hammer and her body grew taut, every nerve ringing with pleasure. With a grunt, he dug his fingers into her hips and his thrusts grew wild, flinging her back onto Micah’s cock as he drove deeper and deeper into her pussy.

With a roar, Hammer threw his head back and shuddered, holding her hips tight against him as he came, his cock buried deep inside her. His orgasm set Bridget off 117

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again and she convulsed around both erections. Micah sucked in a harsh breath as she gripped him. Reaching past Bridget’s body, he grasped Hammer’s hips and began to thrust, keeping Hammer lodged inside her as Micah’s cock plunged in and out of her ass.

“Wait!” Bridget gasped, barely able to speak as she felt yet another orgasm coming.

She fought it, struggling weakly, but the ease with which the two men held her sent her over the edge. Exhausted from pleasure, she sagged between them as Micah drove deep within her and exploded with a guttural shout.

When they finally peeled their bodies apart, Bridget’s legs wouldn’t support her.

Micah carried her into the shower and the two men washed her and each other in silence. They dried off and piled into bed. Bridget’s eyes were closing almost before her head hit the pillow.

“Tell me about the dog thing,” Hammer demanded. Micah groaned.

Opening a cranky eye, Bridget grumbled, “Really? You want to talk
now
? What’s wrong with just rolling over and going to sleep?”

“Rolling over and going to sleep sounds good,” Micah agreed, his face buried in a pillow.

“The two of you can turn into
dogs
,” Hammer said. “I figured I was just nuts but this hallucination doesn’t seem to be ending.”

With a sigh, Bridget dragged herself to a sitting position, resigned to the fact that she wasn’t going to get any sleep anytime soon. “Okay, so what do you want to know?”

Hammer eyed her severely. “Well first off, why you pretended to be a dog.”

“I
was
a dog,” Bridget insisted, squashing down the usual surge of guilt. He gave her a look and she dropped her eyes. “Okay, fine,” she muttered. “I was being chased by bad guys and wanted to hide out. I was hungry, wet and desperate, and I knew that if I changed back into a person, I’d be hungry, wet, desperate and
naked
. You ran by and I liked your…um,”
cute ass
, “kind eyes, so I decided to take cover at your place. I just couldn’t seem to…” She trailed off and stared at the ceiling, knowing her face was bright red.

“Stay out of my bed?” Hammer finished for her. She risked a quick glance at him, unsure if he was angry or not. His face was unreadable.

“Pretty much,” she sighed.

“Or keep from watching me in the shower?”

Micah lifted his head. “You watched him in the shower?” he repeated. “As a dog?”

“Wouldn’t you?” Bridget shot back.

Eyeing Hammer thoughtfully, Micah shrugged. “Probably.”

Hammer wasn’t done yet. “And listening as I told you things I
thought
I was telling to a dog—a
normal
dog, I mean. As in one that couldn’t understand.”

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“It wasn’t anything bad,” Bridget protested. “Everything you said just made me like you more!”

“I told you I’d fucked guys,” he shot back. “That I thought Micah was cute.”

Micah raised an eyebrow. “So? Even if you hadn’t told her, I think she would’ve figured out the whole ‘fucking guys’ thing last night.”

“Exactly.” Bridget nodded. “And of course you thought Micah was cute.
Everyone
thinks Micah is cute.”

“Yeah?” Micah asked, with such an annoyingly cute grin that Bridget thumped him with a pillow.

“I
am
sorry, Hammer,” Bridget told him earnestly, ignoring Micah’s pillow-muffled grunt of protest. “Really. I felt bad about it but I was a little freaked out about the whole dog-changing thing and the guys chasing me and everything. You were so nice—

feeding me hamburgers and letting me sleep with you on the bed and talking to me all the time.” She glanced down, a little embarrassed. “I felt so
safe
with you.”

“Huh,” Hammer grunted and Bridget chewed her bottom lip, waiting for his reaction. “Don’t forget I bought you that collar too.”

She laughed, so relieved that he wasn’t mad anymore that she was almost giddy. “I was just happy you didn’t get me the pink one.”

A small grin peeked out. “I liked the pink one,” he sighed, but then laughed. “I should have gotten one of those nasty-looking prong collars. Bet you would’ve changed a whole hell of a lot quicker.”

“I would’ve changed right there in the aisle, naked or not,” Bridget told him, making a face. “Just spending the five minutes in a slip leash was bad enough.”

“Slip leash?” Micah arched an eyebrow. “A little kinky but still kind of hot.”

“Not to turn the conversation away from accessories but the two of you still need to tell me what the fuck is going on,” Hammer reminded them.

“I don’t know all that much,” Bridget admitted with a shrug. “Micah, I think you’re the expert here.”

He pushed himself to a sitting position. “If I’m your expert, we’re in trouble.”

Micah ran his hand over his head, rumpling his hair even more. Bridget tried hard not to be distracted by his bed-head look or the way his arm muscles flexed with the movement. She couldn’t stop from snuggling up to his side though. He dropped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against him.

“You’re the closest we’ve got,” Hammer told him. “Unless there’s some sort of High Chancellor of Dog-Human Switcheroo somewhere, just dying to educate us. So spill.”

Hammer sounds a little cranky
, Bridget thought, eyeing him closely.
Maybe he feels left
out.
Reaching over, she grabbed his hand and tugged, pulling him toward her and Micah. After some initial resistance, he shifted over, lifting her onto his lap and tossing his arm around Micah, pulling him close.