Page 52 of Tempting Jupiter
She obeyed without hesitation. Her prompt obedience left him free to squat down and pull her pants the rest of the way off. He stayed put for a moment and Feeona lifted her legs to circle Jupiter’s hips.
Seneca’s position at their feet gave him a clear view of Jupiter’s hand between her legs. He was teasing her, circling his fingers around her clit without touching. Her pussy was pink and swollen. The scent of her arousal filled his nose. He wanted to press his nose into the fragrant valley between her legs. Moisture coated her flesh and Jupiter’s fingers. As Seneca watched, Jupiter finally stroked directly against her clit. She made an “ung” sound in the back of her throat. It was a pleading noise.
Seneca’s dick hardened. He couldn’t get enough of the view of Jupiter’s big hands and the slippery sound of his fingers sliding against her. He could see that Jupiter was doing well at keeping his claws under control, but he was also avoiding taking the next step when she was clearly ready. Well, Seneca didn’t have claws to worry about. He lay his hand on Fee’s back to let her get used to the idea of him touching her then slid it down between her legs. Seneca put his other hand on Jupiter’s calf on the pretense of steadying himself. The strength and heat of the bigger Dog seeped into him. He slipped two fingers deep into Fee’s cunt. She gasped and Jupiter’s chest rumbled. Seneca stretched her pink flesh, moving his fingers in and out, stretching her for Jupiter’s big dick.
Jupiter made a gruff noise and his hand disappeared from Feeona’s swollen pink flesh. Seneca stood and backed away, relieved that he didn’t have to hide his arousal. Any Dog would be turned on by Feeona’s pussy. Jupiter’s fingers at play and that precious moment of skin-to-skin contact had been Seneca’s private bonus.
Jupiter shucked off his pants and carried Feeona with him as he crawled onto the center of her big bed. Seneca’s heart pounded in his chest. He was too turned on to get on the bed with them. He’d never resist the urge to touch Jupiter. He backed against the nearest wall and willed himself to disappear into the shadows of the room. The lights were dimmed but not out. It didn’t matter. Jupiter and Feeona were absorbed in each other.
They were beautiful together. Jupiter’s copper-skinned body moving over Feeona’s caramel curves. They pressed together everywhere, stroking each other with lingering touches. Jupiter worked his way down her body, kissing and tasting her skin. He circled a brown nipple with his tongue then took it into his mouth. Feeona’s spine bowed and her fingers caressed Jupiter’s short, cropped hair. Jupiter worshiped her body from head to toe. Seneca couldn’t stop himself from imagining Jupiter touching him that way.
He watched Fee’s chest rise and fall and her hips squirm as she stroked Jupiter’s skin. The bunch and stretch of Jupiter’s muscles drew Seneca’s eyes and it drew moans from Fee’s lips. When Jupiter finally raised up to position himself to fuck her, Seneca watched Jupiter’s fully erect dick stand proud before it disappeared between her thighs. Her spine bowed again, and she tipped her head back as she groaned her pleasure. Jupiter lifted her thighs and pushed her legs back. It gave Seneca a better view of Jupiter’s dick glistening as he pulled out.
“Jupiter, please,” Feeona breathed.
“Greedy.” Jupiter’s voice was all growl, despite his obvious approval. He thrust back in and joined her in a pleasured groan.
It hadn’t been this way with Hera. Their pack brother’s mate hadn’t encouraged them to linger or take their time. She’d accepted them, one after the other, with little enthusiasm. Seneca knew Feeona wouldn’t be that way with him, but he wasn’t sure how shewouldbe.
She and Jupiter found a rhythm that pleased them both and made Seneca’s heart ache. Feeona moaned her pleasure and encouraged Jupiter with sensual touches. She strained with an orgasm, twisting in her mate’s grip.
Jupiter barely slowed. “Again. Come for me again.”
The deep raspy command stroked Seneca’s need as if Jupiter had been speaking to him. He pushed down his pants and took his own dick in hand. He squeezed hard and stroked, down then up. He smoothed his thumb through the pre-cum that beaded thickly at his tip. He matched his strokes to Jupiter’s, pounding his own flesh with punishing pressure until he was on the verge of coming. He kicked out of his pants and reached between his legs to jerk tight on his balls. He wouldn’t come. Not yet.
Jupiter released Feeona’s legs and dropped down, pressing his long body over her. His spine curved, shifting the angle of his strokes as he seemed to try to thrust even deeper. Feeona screamed. Jupiter lost his rhythm. He thrust hard again, body straining.
Seneca’s dick was leaking a nearly steady stream of pre-cum as he imagined being pinned beneath Jupiter, that demanding dick pounding into him.
Jupiter howled his release. Seneca pulled on his balls again to keep his orgasm at bay, but he couldn’t stop his howl from joining Jupiter’s.
When the last echoes of their howl faded away, Feeona and Jupiter were still clinging to each other. Jupiter rolled over, taking her with him, so she sprawled boneless across his chest. He’d satisfied her. Satisfied them both, for the moment. But Jupiter was probably almost as hard as he’d been before coming. Stamina was an Arena Dog trait.
Seneca had waited as long as his arousal would allow. He crawled onto the bed. Straddling Jupiter’s legs, he nudged his dick against Feeona’s ass. She sighed a languid response.
Seneca stroked his hands up her back and then around her to cup her breasts. Slowly she came back to life and sat up to give him better access. The position allowed him to look over her shoulder, down her beautifully female body and to Jupiter’s half hard dick, stretching toward his navel. Seneca rocked against Feeona, moving her against Jupiter. The big Dog hummed his appreciation. Seneca’s belly tightened at the sound. In a hurry now, he pulled her hips up and eased her shoulders forward. He was as long as Jupiter but not as thick. She was well prepared to take him. One smooth stroke buried him in her hot, wet heat.
She was tighter than he expected and they both panted heavily at the sensation. He could feel Jupiter’s gaze on him, but he let the physical pleasure of fucking take him where not much could reach him. He flexed his hips in a rhythm born of instinct. A small, very physical part of him wanted to pursue a quick release, but his heart and his pride wanted to take Jupiter with them.
Seneca pulled free, wrapped his hand around Jupiter’s dick and indulged in a single stroke up and down his length. The satisfying sound of Jupiter’s groan tightened Seneca’s balls. He steadied that big dick with one hand and adjusted Feeona’s hips into position. Her juices flowed over Jupiter’s tip then his length disappeared inside her. Seneca closed his eyes and counted to five to resist the urge to shove his dick in alongside Jupiter’s. She was still too tight and he wasn’t sure any of them were ready for that. Jupiter might never be ready and he’d have to accept that. Seneca positioned his now slicked dick in the valley of Feeona’s ass. He avoided the temptation to push into her tight pink rosebud and let his dick slide between her cheeks. Arm wrapped around Feeona’s belly, he pulled her back up into a sitting position, her back pressed to his chest. He angled them both forward until her breathing hitched. “There we go,” he rumbled. “That’s the spot, isn’t it Fee?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Let’s send Jupiter to heaven.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Already there,” Jupiter growled.
“We’ll see,” Seneca teased.
With both arms wrapped tight around Fee—one beneath the soft curve of her breasts and one at her hips—Seneca guided her movements into a grinding serpentine movement that had Jupiter panting in a flash.
The position and the movement were a delicious challenge for Seneca’s out of practice thighs and groin. He barely registered Fee tugging at the arm he had wrapped under her breasts until she pressed her fingernails into his skin. It threw off his rhythm for an instant as he let her pull his hand away. She guided him to Jupiter’s torso and pressed his palm below Jup’s collar bone. Before he could think better of it, he stretched a thumb out to brush Jup’s nipple. The answering groan sent tingling fire to the base of his spine. He slid his gaze to Jupiter’s flushed face and for a brief second, he could believe there was something more than blind lust in his eyes. But the pleasure quickly took them all back to the edge.
With Jupiter and Fee lost in sensation, Seneca had license to enjoy the beauty of their bodies straining together, the ecstasy of his balls brushing against Jupiter’s thighs. Every move tugged at the rim of his dick where it was pressed tight against Fee. Fuck, he was going to come.
Jupiter bucked beneath them then threw his head back and roared. The straining tendons in his neck made Seneca want to lick them and that beloved masculine sound pushed him over the edge. He spilled slippery splashes of hot cum along Fee’s back. Her rhythm broke and he was certain the breathy sounds she made meant she’d followed them into release. She collapsed along Jupiter’s chest and Seneca flopped onto the sheets beside them, breathing just as hard.
