Shifting Michelle's Boundaries (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (9 page)

“Uh, yeah. My friend Alison.”

Craig groaned and thumped his head onto the table. “I just made an idiot of myself, didn’t I?”

Michelle bit her lip and tried not to laugh at his reaction. “It’s fine. You’re right, I forgot to say why I was asking about a friend.”

He raised his head enough to look at her. “Have I just blown this date?”

That was that. His hangdog expression had her burst out laughing. He frowned at first, then smiled, then finally joined in with her. By the time the coffee and food arrived they were both laughing loud and free, and Philippe’s expression only made it worse. After a minute or two they calmed. Michelle wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

“So, you have a roommate, then.”

Craig nodded, still smiling. “Yeah, his name’s Jack. He’s a good guy. We’re basically like brothers.”

“You must be close if you’ve, uh…” She leaned closer. “‘Shared’ someone with him.”

Craig started to blush again. “Yeah, we have. Though I’m not suggesting we, y’know…”

Michelle held up a hand. “I know. It’s fine.” She took a sip of her coffee. “And you never know, eh?”

Craig’s eyes widened a little, but he didn’t pursue. Instead he switched topics back to art, and they discussed some older painters for a while. Michelle had to admit, though, she was intrigued. What if that picture she saw had turned out to be accurate, and she’d arrived at the hotel to find both men waiting for her?

Well, if I ever want to give it a try, it looks like it wouldn’t take much persuasion.
She shifted her position slightly as mental images caused her temperature to rise. The photo of Craig and Jack was still clear in her mind, so it didn’t take much to put them in interesting positions. With her in between them.

Well, maybe not in the middle. That would mean anal sex, and the thought, while appealing in a way, was also pretty damn daunting. Ed had suggested it once, and it had gone badly. That said, he’d been clueless about what to do. With someone who had experience it would likely be a whole other ball game.

She glanced up to find Craig smirking.

“Daydreaming?” he asked.

“Oh, sorry.” She glanced about the room. “Naughty thoughts.”

He raised an eyebrow. “How naughty, exactly?”

She took a bite out of her sandwich to give her opportunity to think on the answer. She didn’t want to jump into something she wasn’t sure about, after all.

“Very,” she simply said.

“Really?” Craig ran a finger around his coffee cup. “Maybe I should take you somewhere and we can try and get you…focused, again.”

Her stomach flipped at the thought of him holding her again.
God, yes. Screw taking it slow.
“Where and what did you have in mind?”

He smiled. “My housemate is out late tonight at a work thing. He won’t be home until the early hours of the morning.”

“That a fact?” She leaned closer, and his gaze flicked to her cleavage. “Sounds like a plan.”

By the time they pulled up to Craig’s place in his car, Michelle was shaking with excitement, her hard nipples rubbing against her bra and sending jolts of electricity through her.

Craig quickly jumped out of the door and headed around the truck to let her out. Judging by the eye-level bulge in his pants, he was just as horny. As she climbed out of her seat, she ran a hand along his clothed cock. He shuddered, a hungry look on his face. He was well on his way to switching from the lovely guy from the coffee shop to the animal from the hotel room. The thought had Michelle taking in a deep breath. This was going to be intense.

She turned from Craig to check out his house. She’d been distracted on the drive up, and with minimal lights on the back roads, it had been hard to make out much from a distance. Close up, though, it was quite the sight.

The house was built like a traditional log cabin, though the size of a regular house. Thick logs took the place of bricks, with large windows at regular intervals. It appeared to be all on one level, though given the size of the place there was likely still more than enough room.

Craig headed along the short gravel path that led from the driveway to the entrance and unlocked the front door, holding it open for Michelle. She slid past him sideways, making sure her ass rubbed up against his crotch. He growled softly and held her close, his hands sliding up to her breasts and his teeth down to her neck. She gasped as he nipped at her flesh.

He let her go, and she stepped into the lounge. “Wow.”

It was decked out like a traditional bachelor pad. Large leather sofas, a comfy-looking armchair, and a TV the size of a small country. Beneath it lay a number of games consoles, along with a stereo and Blu-ray player. Despite the testosterone-laden contents, the room still felt cozy, likely due to the thick carpet and muted lighting.

There were no doors between the lounge and the kitchen, or between the kitchen and the small office behind it, meaning that the space looked enormous.

“Beautiful home you have.”

He came up behind her, his hands on her belly as the tent in his pants pushed up against her ass. “You should see the bedroom.”

“You sure Jack’s not home?”

Truth be told, she was horny enough not to care, but she wasn’t going to enter into anything like that without a good amount of thought first.

Craig sniffed the air. “No, he’s out.”

“What are you, a dog? Or does he smell that bad?”

“Oh, sorry. It’s a joke he and I have. He, uh, used to be a little overzealous with aftershave. Hang on and I’ll check his room.” Craig walked off toward the kitchen and then opened a door. A moment later he reappeared, a smile on his face. “We’re all alone.”

He beckoned with a finger, and she followed. The door led to another large space with a huge patio door that led to the back garden. On either side of the room was a door. Craig led her to the door on the right, which, it turned out, led to his bedroom. The room was dominated by a large, low bed, with a window behind that showed off yet more of the garden. A sofa and desk sat on the opposite wall, and another held a door that Michelle assumed led to the bathroom. For now, though, she was more interested in the bed.

“So…” She walked to the foot of the bed and turned to face him. “What have you got in mind?”

Craig walked over, his eyes devouring her form. He stood in front of her and placed his hands on her hips. “Oh, I’ve got something in mind.”

His fingers slipped around to her pants and unbuttoned them. With a swift motion he yanked them down, along with her panties, then pushed her back onto the bed so she was sitting on the edge. With a grin he dropped to his knees and kissed her bare thigh. Michelle bit her lip as he began to work his way along the sensitive skin.

“I wanted to do this since the moment I saw you outside the theater,” he said, his voice sending vibrations through her core. “Those tight pants…I’m going to taste you, and then I’m going to fuck you.”

Michelle moaned softly in response. “You’re so different in the bedroom.”

He grinned and moved a little closer to her pussy. “I get that a lot.”

Michelle was about to reply when Craig’s fingers brushed through the short hairs above her pussy. Suddenly speech was the last thing on her mind. His fingers slipped lower, caressing the soft, moist skin around her pussy.

“Mmm…” She shifted her hips, moving closer to him.

A finger slipped inside her, and she gasped as his thumb found her clit. He worked slowly at first, working in small circles and sending jolts of pleasure through her pussy. At the same time he slid his finger back and forth inside her, probing for her sweet spot. She groaned as he found it and bucked, arching her back. His free hand slid behind her, holding her against him as he withdrew his thumb and put his mouth in its place. He sucked softly at her clit, his tongue flicking across the hard little nub and causing her to once again buck her hips. Craig responded by replacing his finger with two, quickly finding her sensitive areas again and keeping her on the edge of ecstasy.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” She tried to pull away, the sensation too strong, but he held her tight.

In reaction to her movements, Craig only worked harder, his fingers and tongue working her to a frenzy. Just when she couldn’t take any more he stopped and straightened, his hands finding her waist. With a quick heft she found herself flying back into the center of the bed. A moment later Craig was atop her and pulling off the rest of her clothes. He brushed a thumb over her stiff nipple, then propped himself up with one hand while the other tore at his pants. The fly came down, and the pants followed, exposing his hard cock. His hand darted to the pocket of his crumpled pants and withdrew a condom. With practiced ease he tore the pack with his teeth and slipped it into place one-handed.

He lowered himself down and with his free hand guided his cock so that the head was pushing against her pussy lips. She lifted her hips, but he pulled back slightly. With a smile he moved his own hips, sliding his cock along the outside of her pussy, brushing over her clit.

“Tell me what you want,” he muttered into her ear. “I want to hear it.”

Michelle whimpered as he nibbled her earlobe. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Craig.”

“I think I can manage that.”

He placed his hands either side of her chest and slid the tip of his cock inside her. A groan escaped her as he pulled back, then slid farther inside. After each time he pulled away, he pushed in farther, giving her time to adjust to his size. He was being too cautious though, and she sped things up by arching her hips toward him. He caught on quickly and, with a grin, sunk his whole length inside her in one quick stroke.

“Fuck, you feel great,” he said. “So tight.”

She said nothing in reply, instead watching his face as he worked. He had taken on a hungry expression, like the night in the hotel. As if he had surrendered to pure instinct. She arched up and nipped at the skin of his neck. As she lowered her head again, she caught sight of his cock slipping inside her, and bit her lip. He noticed her expression and grinned wolfishly.

“You like to see yourself getting fucked?”

She felt herself color. Now was hardly the time for embarrassment, though. “Mmm hmm.”

“I’ll have to remember that.”

The sight was almost as good as the feeling. She’d always been a visual person, and seeing what he was doing to her was beautiful. As she watched he extended his strokes, pulling all the way back to the tip before plunging back inside her, his thick cock slick with her juices. Again and again he pushed into her, and she responded by thrusting her hips against him.

“God, you feel incredible,” he growled.

On and on they went, working in time with each other to increase the pleasure. Just as she thought it would never end, she felt the telltale sensation in her core, warning her.

“I’m coming,” she gasped. “Oh god, I’m coming!”

Craig groaned in response and sped his strokes, practically slamming his cock into her pussy and making the bed creak just like the hotel bed had. Again she found herself with fistfuls of blanket, her knuckles white as she tried to hold off the inevitable. Craig was clearly close as well.

“Fuck me, Craig. Fuck me! Make me come.”

Her orgasm came suddenly, and she cried out as her vision went white and her pussy contracted around Craig’s still-moving cock. The sensation must have been the final straw for him, as his muscles clenched as he came, too. They rode out the waves of ecstasy, Michelle with her eyes shut and her hands gripping Craig’s sides, until Craig pulled free and rolled onto his side.

They lay there in silence for a luxurious ten minutes before Craig sat up and pulled the condom off. Michelle couldn’t help but stare as a trickle of cum ran down his softening cock.
Yum.
One of the reasons she’d let Ed hang around for so long was that he tasted so good.

“Kind of a waste,” she said, then immediately colored as she realized she’d said it out loud.

Craig arched an eyebrow. “I’ll remember
that
for next time, too.”

* * * *

Jack arrived back at the house a little after three in the morning. Craig had said to stay away till one, just in case he came back with Michelle, but he’d decided to give them a little extra time. He was nice like that, he thought with a smirk.

Craig’s truck was in the drive, and by the scents in the air he’d brought back a woman. A horny woman. Jack tried to ignore the twinges in his pants and quietly let himself into the house.

The sounds of sleeping came from Craig’s bedroom, so Jack stayed light on his feet. God knew he hated being woken in the middle of the night, so he wasn’t going to do the same to them. Thankfully the thick carpet made that easy enough, especially once he’d slipped off his shoes. He didn’t need to turn any lights on, either. Another advantage to being part cat.

He made a beeline for the kitchen. Choker and his boys had insisted on a game of poker, and that always led to too much beer. Jack could handle more than most of them put together, and any inebriation didn’t last long, but he still got hangovers if he didn’t get his couple of glasses of water before bed.