“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.”