“Okay,” Tarin conceded. “I believe you. I’ll let it go.”
“Thank you.”
Ariel was pretty sure she heard pats on backs as if the two of them had hugged, which made her smile.
The door to the apartment opened and shut, and then she heard Kester. “I thought you two were leaving? I would have brought you something from the cafeteria if I’d known you’d still be here.”
“We are. We just got sidetracked,” Stu said. The door opened and shut again.
Ariel dropped onto her back and drew in a deep breath.
“You’re awake.” Ariel glanced at the doorway to find Kester grinning as he stalked toward her, removed all but his shorts, and then climbed up onto the bed on his hands and knees. He tugged the sheet down her body. As the cotton grazed over her nipples, she shivered and bit into her bottom lip. How could she be aroused again this fast?
Kester dipped his face and kissed her belly button. “And horny.” He climbed higher and flicked his tongue over a nipple, making her moan just before he sucked the tip into his mouth.
Her arms flew to his biceps.
“I love these pink little buds,” he whispered, blowing on the wet nipple before switching to the other one. He suckled it next.
She stared at his broad shoulders and then dipped her head to watch him licking her nipple. The contrast of his dark skin against hers was heady. She suddenly wanted him buried inside her. Now.
“Where’d they go?” she whispered, though it was hard to find words with him tormenting her tender skin.
“Stu went to meet with the council about his next trip. Tarin needed to check in with the agriculture department. Can you handle being worshipped by just one man for a while?” he teased.
“Depends,” she said as she slid her hands down his chest and lower until she cupped his erection through his shorts. “You gonna take these off?”
He groaned and grabbed her wrist. “You’ll be too sore for that, honey. Let me suck every inch of your body until you scream.”
She shook her head. “I need more than that, Kes. I need you inside me.”
He grazed his teeth over her sensitive nipple and then released it. His lips came to hers as he crawled over her. An amazing kiss that had her squirming with months of pent-up frustration as if she hadn’t been fully sated by all three men just a while ago.
When he released her lips and stared down at her, his expression was intense.
“How does this work? Will they be jealous if we fool around without them?”
He shook his head. “You’ll be alone with all of us at different times. We’d never have sex if we had to wait for everyone to be home at once.”
She reached for his length again, stroking over his shorts. “Take these off. I’ll be fine. I’m not sore.” She was exaggerating, but the majority of her wincing came from tensing muscles in her neck, arms, and thighs, not from the sensitive skin between her legs.
When he didn’t move fast enough for her taste, she shoved back a bit and sat upright to pull the shorts down herself. This left her in the same position she’d been in with Tarin earlier. This time it was Kester’s erection right in front of her face. Dark with a thick vein that ran down from the tip to the base.
Kester shrugged out of his shorts and then dropped down beside her onto his back. He waved a hand toward his thick erection that stood straight out. “We didn’t give you much time to explore. Go ahead.”
She scrambled around to sit facing him, smiling. “Give me more tips,” she requested as she encircled him with her palm. “I want to please you.”
He set his hand on top of hers and eased their combined fingers up and down his shaft, gripping with what she assumed was the amount of pressure he enjoyed. “You please me just by existing, Ariel. You can do no wrong. As for my dick, the shaft can take almost any grip you’re capable of.” He released her hand to lower his to his scrotum. “My balls need gentle care. You can cup them, play with them, even suck them, but be gentle,” he warned.
Without warning him, she leaned down and flicked her tongue over the tip, gathering up his precome. “Mmm. You taste different from Tarin.”
He chuckled, his body vibrating. “I’ll take your word for it.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Does what bother me?” He lifted his hips and resettled himself as she stroked him up and down in her small fist.
“Me talking about Tarin or Stu?”