Refuge (The Wanderers Book 2), page 10
The pulsing lasted several seconds and when it finally slowed, Tarin eased back on his suction until he finally released her with a final flick of his tongue, making her flinch.
She was panting as she floated back into her body, blinking, and grinning awkwardly. Her mouth was dry, but she couldn’t find the energy to lick her lips. She just kept smiling as she lowered her face to find all three men also smiling.
“I’m humbled, love,” Tarin whispered. He brought his hand to his chest. “Thank you for giving me that.”
She giggled as Kester and Stu eased up on their grips. “You’re thanking me?” she managed.
He smiled. “Yes. With my entire soul.” Tarin glanced at Kester and then Stuart.
Stuart waved a hand toward Tarin’s erection, still encased in his boxers. “Let’s get this virginity out of the way,” he joked.
Tarin pursed his lips, nodding slightly, but his chest was rising and falling, and he didn’t make a move to remove his boxers.
Kester reached out and set a hand on Tarin’s hips. “I can read your face. You’re afraid you’re going to come before you can get inside her.”
Tarin drew in a breath, his hands shaking at his sides.
Ariel shook herself free of her men and pushed to sitting. It was awkward with her legs spread around Tarin’s, but she shrugged off any embarrassment. No one was judging her here. After the vulnerability she’d just displayed, there was no reason to get shy now.
She set her hands on Tarin’s thighs and eased them slowly up to the top of his boxers. “May I?”
He swallowed, giving her a nod.
She lifted the elastic over his erection and slid the boxers down his thighs, trying hard not to panic or react.
Jesus, he was so big. Perhaps that was cliché, but…
Tarin was breathing heavily as his shaft bobbed only a few inches from her face.
She didn’t look to him for permission before she stroked his thick girth from base to tip. She was breathing at least as heavily as him, partly out of awe, partly out of fear.
“May I taste you?” she asked, glancing up at him.
He tipped his head back and moaned.
Stu sat upright next to Tarin’s left hip. “Hold on a sec.” He pulled Tarin’s boxers the rest of the way down to his knees and helped him lift one and then the other leg to get them off.
Tarin set a hand on Stuart’s shoulder. His lips were pursed. “This is surreal,” he whispered. “I don’t know…”
Stu grabbed his thigh. “You’re fine. No one is judging you. None of us are going to last two fucking seconds the first time. Hell, I’m about to fucking come in my pants from watching the two of you.”
“He’s right,” Kester agreed. “Let Ariel explore. If you come, you come. You’ll be able to get hard again in seconds. Trust me.” He smirked as he stood beside the bed and shrugged out of the rest of his clothes.
Ariel inhaled slowly. Now there were two huge penises in her line of sight. She was nervous. There was no way to avoid it. But, her nerves were somewhat tempered by the fact that she’d just had an amazing orgasm and Tarin was more stressed than her.
She loved him all the more for his vulnerability and the way he wasn’t backing down. She couldn’t imagine how he was feeling. She guessed it wouldn’t be the same for a man as it was for a woman.
She lifted a hand and wrapped her fingers around his girth, holding him gently. “I… Someone tell me what to do.”
Kester climbed back up to sit at Tarin’s right hip. He was stroking his erection leisurely.
Stu had shrugged out of his pants too and mirrored Kester with a hand wrapped lightly around his shaft. He cleared his throat as he reached for her, smoothing her hair back and then cupping the back of her neck. “There is no right or wrong, babe. Do whatever you want. Touch him. Lick him. Suck him. Whatever feels natural.”
She glanced up at Tarin who was breathing erratically. He lifted a shaky hand and set it over hers, guiding her up and down his shaft. “Mmm. That feels so good,” he breathed.
She lifted her other hand to grip his hip, holding him steady as she brought her lips to the smooth head of his erection and circled it with her tongue.
Tarin moaned, which emboldened her. His free hand came to her shoulder, the tips of his fingers digging into her skin, though she doubted he knew it.
She flicked her tongue through the small slit at the head of his shaft, gathering the white fluid and then tasting it. Salty. Masculine. Tarin.
“Love…” he groaned.
“Do I just wrap my lips around it and suck?” she asked.
Stu cupped her neck. “You can if you don’t mind him coming in your mouth. He’s so close, babe.”
“I don’t mind,” she murmured as she scooted closer, which forced her legs even wider.
Tarin gripped her shoulder and inhaled slow and deep as she wrapped her lips around his length and drew him into her mouth. Her hand was still around the base, his on top of hers, squeezing almost too hard.
“Fuck,” he muttered as she sucked.
She loved the power she had over him, the way she brought him to his knees, literally. And knowing she could do this to all of them. Granted, they could drive her right out of her mind too, but this was a pleasant surprise. It hadn’t occurred to her that they would lose control like this.
After she slid down and back up two more times, Tarin groaned and leaned back so that his erection popped free of her mouth.
She blinked up at him. “Did I hurt you?”
He gave a slight chuckle. “Uh, no. But I really don’t want to come in your mouth right now.” He let go of her hand around his shaft, set it on her other shoulder, and eased her onto her back. After dropping down onto his hands and knees, he met her gaze. “We didn’t discuss birth control.” He was breathing harder than ever, his erection thick and angry-looking.
“Julie gave me a shot,” she informed him.
He gave a nod. “Okay.” He licked his lips. “Really need to be inside you now, love.”
She reached for him, cupping his face and then running her hands down his chest and hips and lower until she stroked his thick length. “Do it.” She was glad to see that Kester and Stu both had a hand on Tarin.
“Am I gonna hurt her?” he asked, his gaze on hers, his words directed at the other two men.
“Yes,” Kester responded. “But it will only last a few seconds.” He released Tarin to reach between them, his hand sliding down to her swollen folds. “I’m going to stretch you a little, honey. Try to relax for me.”
Stuart’s hand joined Kester’s, which made her heart soar. She couldn’t have asked for a better outcome than this. The three of them had some animosity to work through and even some history, but they’d set it aside in this bedroom. Maybe they’d done it for her. Maybe it just happened. Either way, she’d take it.
Stu gripped Tarin’s thigh, perhaps for moral support or to help him rein in his need. It wasn’t working. She could see it blazing in his eyes. Intense desperation while he waited.
She gasped when Kester eased two fingers into her.
“Jesus, Kes,” Tarin whispered. “She’s too tight.” He shook his head as he glanced down at where Kester was thrusting his fingers in and out now. “This isn’t going to work. I don’t want to hurt her.”
Ariel slid her hands back up to Tarin’s face. “Look at me.” She waited until he did, and he looked like he was in pain. “Everyone does it. There has to be a first time. It will hurt, and then it won’t. I want it to be you, Tarin.”
He swallowed and bent his face down to kiss her lips. “Okay,” he breathed against her mouth. “Okay.”
She gritted her teeth and held her breath when Kes added a third finger. It really was too tight. It really was going to hurt. And you really are going to live.
Kester eased his fingers out and then shocked her when he reached across toward Stu and held them up.
Stu leaned closer and sucked them into his mouth, licking her arousal from Kester’s fingers.
Ariel had never seen or dreamed of anything that hot in her life. She whimpered as she watched them, Stu’s hand gripping Kester’s wrist to steady it as he cleaned his friend’s fingers of her arousal.
Tarin groaned as he waited for them to break the connection blocking him from Ariel. The moment Kester pulled his hand back, Tarin dropped down over her, his erection lodging itself at her entrance. His arms were shaking, his elbows holding him up just enough that the sparse, scattered hair on his chest teased her sensitive nipples.
She reached for his butt and gripped it. “Come inside me, Tarin,” she whispered.
“It’s okay,” Stu added. “Keep your gaze on Tarin’s, babe. Don’t look away.”
She licked her lips and tried to take a deep breath as Tarin eased into her. The stretch was beyond even what she’d mentally prepared herself for, but she didn’t move an inch and tried not to reveal her discomfort on her face.
Tarin was slightly terrified. She could sense it, and she didn’t want to contribute to it. It was endearing how concerned he was about her. This was just as much his first time as it was hers.
She bit into her bottom lip and held her breath as the stretch increased to the point she felt like he was surely tearing her.
Stuart held her thigh, pulling it wider toward him. “Relax your muscles, babe. Take a deep breath for me.”
She nodded in agreement but didn’t relax or breathe.
“Thrust into her, Tarin,” Kester said. “All the way.”
Tarin stared at her, not moving an inch, searching her eyes. He hated that he was hurting her and it was written all over his face.
She nodded again. Do it.
He pulled part way out and then thrust all the way into her on a groan.
She gasped, her fingertips digging into his hips. It was too tight. The pressure overwhelmed her.
Stu’s voice came close to her ear. “Breathe, Ariel. I promise it’s going to get better in a moment.”
He’d done this before. He knew. Right? He wouldn’t lie to her. Plus, women had been having sex since the beginning of time. They wouldn’t do it if it always hurt like this.
Kester stroked her forehead with his thumb, his hand resting on the top of her head. He leaned in to kiss her temple, his lips roaming down toward her ear. “We’ve got you, honey. Always.”
Ariel took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the pressure subsided. She nodded just enough to let them know she was okay.
Tarin cupped her face. “Look at me, love.”
She met his gaze, panting. “I’m okay.” She was. It was getting better by the second.
Tarin kissed her gently. “You mean the world to me, Ariel. I hate that I’m hurting you.”
She finally smiled. “You’re not. I mean, it couldn’t be helped. I think you can move now.”
“You want me to pull out?” he asked.
“And then back in.” She grinned. “I think that’s how it works.”
He smiled and kissed her again. “That is my understanding.” He held her gaze, his brow furrowed, as he eased almost out and then back in.
“Oh my God…” She moaned, her eyes rolling back.
“Shit, am I hurting her?” Tarin asked.
“No, you’re making her see stars,” Stu responded. “Do it again.”
He pulled partway out again, this time thrusting in harder and deeper. “Jesus,” he muttered. “Please tell me this feels at least half as good for you as it does for me.”
She made a guttural sound that wasn’t fully human. “Tarin, for the love of God, fuck me,” she demanded.
His erection jerked inside her at the command, and she realized she’d regained some of her power in this situation.
His body tensed as he thrust in and out of her several times. “Fuck,” he shouted. “I don’t want to come yet.”
“It happens, man,” Kester warned. “Let it go. Next time you’ll last longer.”
It was difficult to focus on what anyone was saying. Ariel’s channel clenched around him, pleading with him to keep moving. It shocked her how fast she’d gone from the odd sharp pain to this state of bliss, but she was glad.
Tarin thrust again, and then again, groaning and out of control now.
Stu slid a hand between them and Ariel cried out when he found her clit and rubbed it. “Come around Tarin’s cock, babe. Let him feel your pussy milking him to orgasm.”
She arched her chest again, her head rolling back. Nothing had ever felt this intense and freeing in her life. She didn’t want it to end, but she knew Tarin couldn’t hold on, and he would like to feel her orgasm around him.
Stu rubbed her clit harder.
Kester cupped her breast. The moment he pinched her nipple, she fell apart, her orgasm so powerful that it seemed like her body splintered into ten billion pieces and scattered around the room. Her first orgasm had been amazing, but this one, with Tarin filling her so full… Ten times more intense.
Her channel gripped him over and over as her clit pulsed against Stu’s fingers.
As the waves of release subsided, Tarin groaned deeply and thrust several more times faster and harder until he gave one last grunt of salvation and held himself rigid and as deep as he could manage.
She swore she felt the pulses of his release the same as she had hers. Every part of her was alive and connected to him. Not just him but the other two men touching her. She was so glad they were all together this first time.
When she finally turned to liquid against the mattress, she was grinning from ear to ear and panting heavily.
Chapter 12
Tarin didn’t move for long seconds. His body was heavy over hers, but she didn’t want him to move yet. She ran her hands up and down his back.
When she started kissing the side of his face, he lifted his head and kissed her properly. “So humbled,” he muttered.
“That was amazing. Can’t wait to do it again.” She smiled against his lips.
He chuckled as he eased out of her slowly. “Thank God there are three of us. I’m gonna need to recover.”
She winced as he fully dislodged.
“And you’re going to be sore,” Kester added.
“Mmm.” She didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything. She remained where she was, flat on her back, legs open, so exposed and not the least bit embarrassed anymore.
“Don’t move,” Stu commanded as he rolled off the bed. He padded from the room, leaving them all catching their breaths.
Even Kester. When she glanced at him, she realized he had a small cloth in his hand and he was wiping off his shaft. He’d also come. Had Stu?
Tarin rose onto his hands and knees, still hovering over her, kissing her lips and neck and breasts.
Stu’s weight returned to the bed, making his side dip slightly as he set a wet cloth on her hip. When she glanced down she saw that he too had come, apparently against her side. A white stream of semen was sliding off her body and she’d been unaware.
He had a second cloth too, and when he finished with her hip he nudged at Tarin’s thigh. “Let me clean her up, Tarin.”
Tarin finally rose above her and scooted back, giving Stu space to ease the cloth over her sensitive skin between her legs.
She winced and grabbed his wrist.
“I know, babe. Let me at least clean you up a little, then you can rest.” He leaned over her, parted her folds, and carefully—so carefully—stroked her labia and between her thighs.
She figured there was probably some blood, and she didn’t need to see it.
When he was done, she glanced at each of them, flushed with growing embarrassment. “That was nice.”
They chuckled. “That was fucking heaven,” Tarin said. “I feel guilty for hogging you.”
Stu shook his head. “Don’t. We have a lifetime to share. There are no words to describe how special that was. I’m humbled that the three of you have included me in your family and that you pushed me and pushed me until my stubborn ass relented.”
“Mine was pretty stubborn too,” Tarin admitted softly, setting a palm on Stuart’s biceps.
Ariel reached for Stuart and cupped his cheek.
He leaned into her palm and turned to kiss her there.
She cleared her throat. “I feel like the earth shifted on its axis and nothing will ever be the same.”
“In a way, you’re right. It kinda did,” Kester agreed, his fingers dancing over her stomach, drawing lazing circles.
When she glanced down at his dark skin against her pale belly, renewed lust consumed her. She wanted to flip him onto his back and climb over him.
He groaned, making her blush deepen. “Do you read minds now?” she asked.
“Your face is an open book, honey.” He grabbed one of her hands and lifted it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “You’ll have us all. Soon. You need to recover first. Like I said, your pussy is going to be sore for a while.”
She licked her lips. “How long? How long until I have both of you inside me too?”
Kester dropped his forehead to hers. “Five seconds if you don’t stop looking at me like that. And I don’t want to hurt you.”
Tarin slid off the end of the bed and padded from the room. He probably needed to clean off a bit.
“We can just hide in here for a few days, right?” she asked. “I can’t imagine facing humans. Won’t people be able to look at my face and know I’ve had sex? It feels like it got tattooed on my forehead.”
Stu chuckled. “It will be hard to hide the fact that we’ve made this official because all of our scowls will turn to grins.”
Kester gave his shoulder a playful shove. “Who was scowling? I think it’s just been you.”
Stu smiled. She loved how nice he looked when he was happy. This was a new side of him, and she liked it. “Maybe, but your brows have all been drawn together with sexual frustration, so that counts too.”
