by Sam Hall
There’s a weird electrical sensation that comes from letting your fingertips glide very, very lightly over another person’s skin. I let the pads of my fingers only just skim over his hardness, watching them shift as they scudded over rigid veins, spreading when they encountered his swollen head. “Fuck,” he mumbled into my thigh, and I could feel the tension in his body, trying to force me to increase the pressure of my caresses. The weird thing was, his cock felt even harder, as if wanting to thrust into my palm and not being able to get himself there.
His revenge came in the form of a flurry of feather-light touches to my clit. Its sensitive throbbing due to all the attention it’d been getting, and the heat running through my body. “God, please…” I murmured. His tongue flicked faster, not harder and not firmer and not what I needed, but while my other hand began to claw at the sheets, I kept the other around him, just as delicate. My fingers twirled and twisted, my thumb resting in that sweet spot just under the flare of his head. His hand went around mine, forcing my fingers closed and then thrusting into the tight space, but I wrenched my hand away, moving so my thighs encased his face. I ground down, the sudden rush of sensation feeling just glorious. My arms reached up, for what I didn’t know, my hips undulating against his mouth for a moment before he grabbed me and threw me backwards, into Brandon’s vice-like arms. Apparently, he was awake now.
“There’s a pleasure that comes from not having what you want,” Brandon whispered in my ear.
“I’m not feeling it,” I said as Aaron pinned my ankles to the bed, using his body to hold them there as he bent down to begin again.
“Sure you are,” Brandon said as my body jerked at the first ghost-like caress, then he began to pinch my nipples between his fingers. “It’s all you can think about, isn’t it?”
When Aaron moved in closer, cock in hand, I thought, Finally, finally he’s going to give me what I need. I curled one leg around him to drag him over. “Nuh uh, princess. You won’t be able to walk tomorrow if we do.”
“Well, Brandon can fuck me, and I’ll suck you off.”
Brandon chuckled. “I like the way your mind works, but let’s see what he has in store for you.”
That big, thick cock slid through my folds like a hot knife through butter, the hard shaft shoving my clit hood back and forth. It wasn’t satisfying, my legs flailed and I began to shift within the cage of Brandon’s arms, struggling, fighting to take what I needed. Aaron chuckled, avoiding my attempts to catch him and pull him closer, that big head of his grazing the entrance of my aching cunt without going any deeper.
“Makes you want it so much more, doesn’t it?” Brandon asked.
“Yes.” I wriggled out of his grip and then rolled free, standing naked at the end of the bed, both of their eyes on me. “You,” I said to Aaron, “get on the bed.”
He moved to do as I said, and I watched that big body spread out like a welcome feast, right when I was feeling the ache of need deep within me.
“Jules...” Brandon said, coming to stand beside me, then he grabbed my arm, something that made me see red. My lips peeled away from my gums as I snarled at him, which made him fall back instinctively, but he came closer again, much to my disgust. He took in my expression, listened to the rising sound of threat coming from my throat, but he reached out for me, even as a look of resignation washed over his face. “Jules, the heat is riding you, making you think your body can do things it’s not ready for, love. Aaron will do whatever you want, but its gonna kill him to see you in pain tomorrow. And the heat will still be burning inside you, even if you are bruised up from today. Fuck, Jules, we can satisfy you in so many ways, but we’re trying to make sure you get through this in one piece.”
“How do you know what my body can and can’t do?”
I watched Brandon’s eyes slide to meet Aaron’s and something, something I didn’t understand passed between them. I noted the shift of Brandon’s throat as he swallowed, then cleared it. “We experience our own heat, when a new female comes into season. It drives all single men into overdrive, but there’s only so many female outlets for that.”
“You...” The word hung in the air, unfinished. I didn’t need to ask, I could see it in their body language. “You’ve fucked each other.”
“Maybe. I don’t tend to remember faces,” Aaron said, sitting up. If it wasn’t for his straining erection, I’d have thought him almost ashamed. “It seriously becomes any means to get off. It’s not about your partner, it's just a need. Some do form partnerships after the heat wears off. That’s what Doc reckons it’s for, to throw potential partners together in more and more combinations until they stick. If you’re still in the arms of someone or several someones when the heat dies down, you know that’s probably where you need to stay. We’ve been through it, we know what’s happening to you.”
“And you know how much pain I’ll be in, don’t you?” I said to Brandon.
Those grey eyes slid over Aaron’s form, lingering on all the parts that were hard and aching. His tongue flicked out for a moment, swiping along those plush lips. “I do.”
“And that’s what you’re trying to protect me from? Or is it something else?”
My Tirian shifted inside me, looking at Brandon in a whole new light. Was he potential pack mate or competition for my men? I could feel her whuffing, stretching out her muzzle to scent the man, looking for signs of a possible threat.
“Fuck, Jules...” Those eyes met mine and didn’t waver. “I’ve fucked guys, guys have fucked me. If that’s what you needed to hear, then there, that’s the truth of it. But if you want me in your pack, and the condition is that I never look at another bloke, then done. Hand on my heart, I’ll occasionally miss the novelty of it, but that’s about it. You don’t get it, love. Girls from the outside don’t. This is about you. Everything in me wants to make you happy, keep you safe, fuck you senseless.” He moved in closer, slowly, until he was saying the words against my lips. He trailed kisses along my jawline, then buried his face in my hair when he pulled me against him. “Biological instinct or real feeling, I’ll never know, but you’ve gotta forgive me if I want you to avoid some of my mistakes.”
I stayed still, not letting myself soften in his arms. I wanted to. Outsider me heard a calm, sweet voice and felt a warm, hot body and just wanted to surrender, but I wasn’t her anymore. That was disorientating, because that meant I didn’t know who had replaced her. So that was perhaps why the next thing I said was a surprise to all of us.
“So, what would you do?”
“What?” Brandon pulled back, frowning for a second before searching my face for further clarification.
“What would you do with him? If you were me?”
I looked down and saw the slight twitch of his hand, the throb of his cock, pre-cum pearling on the tip as he considered what to say. When I looked up, the two men remained where they were, hadn’t moved an inch, but the air was thick with a tension that had come from nowhere. Their eyes bore into each other’s, before Brandon shot a look back at me, eyes hooded.
“You want to see that, princess?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Slade does.”
“And if I wanted Slade in here, I’d call him. I want you and him, to show me what this heat was like before me. What it would be like if you’d never stepped inside this building, never laid a finger on me. If you were in the barracks or the mess hall, what would you be doing when the heat rose?”
“You want me to see if he can take me?” Aaron rasped.
“Is that what would happen?” I asked. “Would he be on his knees in front of you?”
At my words, Brandon moved like a puppet on a string, falling to the carpet, but still maintaining a distance between him and Aaron. He turned to me, something that seemed to cost him some effort, if the shake of his muscles were anything to go by. “We’re doing this for you. Remember that. If this gets too much or too weird, you say so, and we’ll stop.”
“I won�
�t,” I replied.
“So, you gonna have a taste of this?” Aaron asked, stroking his cock.
“You think I’m the bottom because I’m not as burly,” Brandon said with a grumble, though I watched him shuffle closer. “I’m gonna fuck you until you see stars after this.”
“That right, little man? Well, let’s see what you’ve got.”
Aaron is all of a sudden mouthy and pushy, perhaps who he really was when my Tirian’s dominance isn’t beating down on him. But despite the arrogant smirk on his face, he cupped Brandon’s cheek gently as the other man moved into his space, drawing his chin up and placing a careful kiss on the lips he must have been imagining wrapped around his cock. It was a slow, almost polite thing initially. They explored each other’s mouths like humans would shake hands, getting to know each other, testing each other’s measure. Then I heard Aaron’s breath hitch in his chest. Those big hands buried themselves in the raven’s wings of Brandon’s hair, the smaller man cradling Aaron’s head. Those hands began to draw each other closer, until the kiss was an open-mouthed, desperate thing. It was Brandon who pulled away first, grinning when the other man followed him, his lips like magnets, tugging Aaron’s along. He got to his feet, and for a moment I thought he was going to end things. For some reason, my breath caught, unwilling to breathe in or out, until I knew if he would. Instead, he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, and he moved forward, thrusting slightly into the small gap between its head and Aaron’s mouth.
“You want to taste it, don’t you? Feel my hard length in your mouth, feel me thrust it down your throat.” The bigger man nodded, completely transfixed by Brandon’s dick, watching every slight shift of his hips. “Are we going to put on a pretty show for my girl? Are you going to swallow me down, tears streaming down your face, grateful for a mouthful of my dick?”
Aaron nodded, then surged forward, dropping to his knees and then running a long lick up the length of the other man’s dick. I watched Brandon’s head drop back for a moment, and then he let out a heartfelt sigh, just lost in the sensations created by the other man’s swirling tongue. When he opened them a slit, he looked over to me and grinned, a wild, careless thing I’d never seen on him. Do I squash this down somehow? I think. Stop them from being who they really are?
“Stop overthinking, outsider girl, and enjoy,” he said, grabbing a fistful of Aaron’s very short curls and thrusting his cock past Aaron’s lips, which had been rubbing themselves all over his head. He shivered when Aaron’s muffled groan sent vibrations down his shaft, then looked down. “Don’t touch,” he said when he spied Aaron thrusting his dick through the tight grip of his hand. “After we’ve got our ladyship’s juices running, I’m going to lie you down on that bed and fuck the cum out of you while she rides your face. That all right, love?”
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.”
