He looked to me for an answer, and I quickly nodded. There was something in his tone that made the Tirian within shift restively, but I didn’t fucking care. I could feel the damp slick on my thighs, the twitch of my clit, and remembered exactly what that stubbled face felt like when it was between them. Dominance can get fucked, this is hot.
My approval was all he needed, Brandon now applying himself to the task. I watched the tears run down Aaron’s face as Brandon fucked his mouth, but his hands dug into the smaller man’s buttocks, as if to stop him from pulling back so far. I shifted closer, sitting down on the bed and feeling the two of them move, watching Brandon hiss as his thrusts got faster, deeper, his fingers digging into the other man’s scalp, and all I heard was the rattling rasp of his breath. Then he jerked back, cock twitching in the cool air, the skin angry and red and slick with saliva. Aaron reached for him, trying to draw him back in but Brandon batted him away.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered and Aaron moved to do so, glancing over at me and then grabbing my hand.
“You OK with this?” he rasped, but then his eyes fell closed as Brandon pushed his legs up to his chest. “Gods, just fuck me,” he said as I heard the pop of a bottle top.
“Nah, only cunts go in dry,” Brandon said, and any complaints were lost as soon as he started spreading a clear liquid around the other guy’s arse. Brandon winked at me as I peered over, watching those nimble fingers slip up and down over Aaron’s pulsing hole, my mouth dry from hanging open by the time he pushed the first in.
“Gotta go for the prostate,” he said to me, almost conversationally. “Helps open him up, and brings all sorts of pleasure.”
“I don’t really have the right equipment for that,” I stuttered.
“Oh, I don’t know. Scarlett Du Jour wrote this really hot scene where the MC rode her man’s arse with a strap on, but even if you’re not into that...” he pulled his finger away and then applied more lube before pushing another in, Aaron’s cock jerking at the intrusion. “You’ve got two hands. Just feel around for a hard lump just inside. You’ll know when you hit it.”
Aaron’s legs fell limp, and a full body shudder went through him. He let out a long, low moan followed by some kind of disbelieving chuckle as he rode the waves of pleasure Brandon was wringing from him.
“A lot more sensitive when we’re in heat,” he said. “Now, that mouth of his is empty. ‘Bout time you did something about that.”
“You’re awfully bossy,” I said, but I crawled along the bed, eyes on Brandon when I threw a leg over Aaron’s face. His eyes bore into mine as he continued to saw his fingers in and out of the man, and when he added a third, I swear I felt it inside me. Aaron’s hands went around my hips, and he jerked me down unceremoniously, eating me like he was a starving man. My eyes fluttered as desire roared through my veins. I’d been all in my head, watching, learning. Any intellectual interest was shouldered aside as the man’s tongue and fingers thrust inside me, as my clit was rubbed roughly, dragging me higher and higher. We both paused for a moment when Brandon pulled away, and I watched him oil up his dick, a singularly male look of satisfaction on his face as he caught me watching, then he moved between Aaron’s legs.
“Better get yours quick,” he said in a hoarse rasp as he pushed his dick into Aaron. They were just gentle thrusts initially, but Aaron redoubled his ministrations, grinding me down so hard, I worried about his ability to breathe. Not too much, as I found my back swaying in the air as I rode his face, just as Brandon bottomed out.
Aaron was tight as a bowstring between us, his cock a massive, aching thing, twitching in the air, his hips searching for some kind of friction to get him where he needed to be. One hand slipped free of me, his fingers glistening as he reached for his cock, but Brandon smacked him away, the slap pulling a gasp and a throb from Aaron. “Hands in cunt,” he ordered. “You’ll get yours. Just feel me inside you, rubbing against the spot that aches the most.” Brandon changed his angle slightly, something that pulled another groan from Aaron.
His fingers, his tongue felt possessed now. He was a cyclone of sucking, thrusting, licking, and I was just caught in the middle of it. A deep ache began to develop in my pelvis, one that was only assuaged and made worse as my hips shifted. I couldn’t watch Brandon anymore, but I could hear the harsh sound of his breath, the slap of his body as he pounded into Aaron. Then a slick finger slid backward, circling my arse before pushing in.
I jerked, my eyes going wide open at the strange sensation, and then I saw the arc of cum jetting out of Aaron’s cock, splattering all over his belly and chest. His groans reverberated throughout my whole body, and I followed him into ecstasy, only seeing hazily the moment Brandon slammed inside him one last time.
I’m not sure how long it took for everyone to disengage, clean up and collapse into each other's arms, but it felt like only moments later when a quick knock at the door came. Slade opened the door, popping his head in before being given permission to enter. He took in our various states of exhaustion and repletion with a grin, and said, “Time to clean up, lovers. Looks like we’re about to have a family dinner.”
26
“Hi, Jules.”
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I stepped out into the living area, still damp from the shower, unable to look away from the screen door where Brandon’s mum and some other strange woman stood. The guys were all seated around the dining table or busy at the bench, brewing something up.
“It’s OK, Jules,” Brandon said, but I flinched when he put a hand on my shoulder. I bit back a warning growl. This man had done much to ease the ache of my heat and showed promise in his domination of the bigger Aaron, who had entered the kitchen, rubbing his hair with a towel. “They don’t have to come in if you don’t want them to. They just want to talk. They’ll stay outside if it makes you more comfortable.”
I looked around the room, everyone looking at me, but not meeting my eyes. Finn and Slade were preparing tea, Finn carrying all the implements in on a tray once the kettle boiled and the hot water was poured. “Jules?”
“You can come in,” I said finally, moving to take my place at the head of the table. I watched my men shuffle down, each making sure to leave at least a chair between them and the interlopers. The distance eased something inside me, even though it placed them farther away from me.
“Here, love,” Slade said, coming and placing a cup full of steaming tea before me. He paused by my side as I breathed in the aroma. English breakfast with a splash of milk, my favourite. The two women didn’t move to pour themselves a drink until I’d taken my first sip.
“So,” Janice said, her name coming back to me now, “this is Carissa. She was the friend I mentioned beforehand.” I looked over at the petite blonde woman who didn’t meet my gaze. “She came from the outside as well. There’s always talk when a new female starts putting her pack together, but she reminded me just how jarring this process can be for someone who’s not from here. That’s why we came by.” She smiled, a fragile thing. “Right when you don’t want any visitors, to see how you are finding the transition.”
“It’s strange.” The words were out of my mouth before I could even think. “Right now, I feel kind of embarrassed by your question, because I’m thinking of what I’ve just been doing with your son and Aaron. That’s my human side. It wants to ingratiate myself, get in your good books. You are my potential partner’s mother. By human traditions, I should try to earn your respect. Your disapproval of me could make or break my relationship.”
“And your Tirian side?” the newcomer, Carissa asked.
“Wants to drive you all as far away as possible from my men, from all my partners.”
My teeth were bared as the words came out, the sounds beginning to be distorted by the growl that rose unbidden. What Carissa did next, shocked me.
“I understand,” she said, and placed her hand over mine.