More of JJ’s men

They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. These guys were worth at least 80,000 of ’em. Meet Werewolves Riker

and Lakon Montgomery. (well, they’re as close as I could find and they were just hanging out on the Internet)

Riker’s story is Acting Like Family. Lakon’s is Family Harmony.

And now for a bit more of my story… are you ready to pick up where we left off?
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Somehow you find yourself flush against him, his arms tight around you and his very generous erection speaking volumes as he lets his lips travel silently across your cheek to your lips.
His teeth sink into your lower lip and nip gently and you feel some part of you freefalling into your darkest dreams and desires. Yes, anything, leaving him, never — at least not without a court order…
The sweet pressure of his sucking mouth on your lip and his hand traveling up your ribs, so close, so close to … You pull back to the sound of his rich deep chuckle.
“It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs, his rich tenor vibrates across parts of you that are never seen in public. “We’ll make love but not on this barstool.”
You realize that you’re both occupying the same space. He may not plan to make love on the barstool but you were almost in the middle of doing just that…
“Come here baby,” he whispers, sending chills up and down your spine. “Let’s go for a little walk…”
Walk? Walk? He wants to walk? “Um, but I…” All you want to do is more of what you WERE doing.
“This way, baby, let’s look at the stars,” he growls into your ear.
“Ohhh,” you sound like an amazed three-year-old now. “Walk!”
“Yeah,” he chuckles, taking your hand and tugging you toward the door. “Walk.”
You don’t know what to expect as he leads you around the side of the bar. You have a pretty good idea about what you will do if he wants to continue where you left off inside. Anything…
UH OH! You don’t want him anymore. You have eyes for another… You’re heart is pounding in your chest when he lifts you and eases you, legs spread, over the sexiest piece of machinery you’ve every been close to.
“Is this yours?” you ask, voice cracking.
“Mmmm, just like you’re about to be,” he purrs. “Ever make love on a Harley, baby?”
How did he tap into your deepest, darkest fantasies? Is he psychic? Should you answer him or just let him lead the way?
“Yes, please,” you mumble primly, lost in his eyes again.
“Ohhh baby, you’re such a good girl, such sweet manners. Say please again,” he rumbles, his mouth on your bare ribs as he pushes you flat onto the motorcycle seat, your shoulders resting on the wide handlebars.
“Please, yes, yes please,” you moan as his warm mouth covers your entire breast and nipple.
“Good, very good,” he hums into you as your body begins to shake and tighten.
You’re afraid to move but you can’t lay still. You plunge your hands into his thick black hair. He raises his head and his snapping black eyes trap you once again.
“You know baby,” he murmurs wickedly, “I could just turn this machine on. They don’t call it the most expensive vibrator on the planet for no reason.” His hips pump against yours and he purrs, “Or would you rather have something else moving between your legs?”
“No,” you yelp, reaching down. One arm goes around his back and both legs hook around his calves. “You, okay?”
“I would turn it on, baby,” he rumbles, pushing your shirt and bra completely off now. “but I can only drive one thing at a time.”
Arching against him and his hardness behind his jeans rubbing your own denim covered sex and making you ache, you have only one thing to say.
“Me.”
Apparently that was the magic word because he’s taking your entire breast in his mouth. Heat and electricity sizzle through you and pools right where you want the rest of him only without the denim.
Your mind is firmly fixed on points south but your hands are busy tugging on the black cotton covering his lean, well-toned upper body. YES! Your fingers have begun the walking and wow — chest hair is SEVERELY underrated.
Tugging, pulling you finally get the t-shirt completely off but you can’t think. He’s moved to the other breast now and you arch into his mouth.
It’s time for some equality here. You grind your pelvis against his and blindly run a hand over his chest until you find a flat, pebbled nipple. One twist and he moans, sliding back up to you and covering your mouth with his.