Tales of the Shareem 04 - Aiden and Ty

by Allyson James

Aiden’s brows quirked. “Really?”

  “Did I say that?” Brianne wasn’t certain any more what their conversation about shaving had been.

  Ky ran his fingers down either side of her quim. “Right here, I think. Leave her a little, enough to be entrancing.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  Aiden’s voice had deepened and softened, containing a warm, seductive note. His fingers joined Ky’s in exploring her, moving back and forth until she squirmed with delight.

  “I brought lotion.” Ky’s voice grew rough, gentleness departing.

  “So did I,” Aiden answered. “And oils. Made especially for her.”

  Rees came out of the darkness with Aiden’s carved rosewood box in his hands. “You might want this.”

  “Thank you,” Aiden said without either looking at Rees or ceasing his exploration of Brianne. “Where’s Talan?”

  “Asleep. She needs to rest.”

  Rees looked Brianne over, his expression neutral, then shifted his gaze to Aiden and Ky. His intelligent eyes seemed to see and understand everything without having to ask questions. He nodded once at Brianne then set down the box and disappeared back into darkness.

  Aiden opened the lid and drew out a cut glass bottle that caught the light and shimmered in rainbow colors.

  “How pretty,” Brianne breathed.

  Aiden chuckled. “We’ve got her relaxed.”

  “She’ll need to be.”

  Aiden opened the bottle, sending out a waft of mellow spice similar to the smell of the oil he’d used before. He poured some of the lotion into his hand and then smeared it on the outside of her quim, rubbing firmly but gently.

  Ky had pulled a black leather bag out of his pocket, which he now opened. He drew out a slim silver device that Brianne assumed was a shaver. She wriggled a little, the practical part of her brain worried. She usually removed hair from her body with a depilatory cream that she had applied at a salon, the results guaranteed for a year. Shavers were considered risqué, for people who wanted the sensation of dragging them across their skin. And she’d never ever dreamed of letting someone remove the hair from between her legs.

  Ky flicked a switch and the device made a small, pleasant hum. “Move your thighs farther apart,” he instructed. “And lie very still.”

  “Perhaps we should tie her hands so she doesn’t jerk,” Aiden suggested.

  “Good idea.” Ky turned off the device and proceeded to fit strips of leather into the rings on the cuffs that adorned her wrists.

  “Hold on to the handles,” Aiden said. He gently guided her arms over her head and her fingers around the handholds above the bench. Ky threaded the leather through rings, tying them securely.

  Brianne gulped as she felt the leather close on her wrists. Though she shook on the inside, a part of her hoped Aiden and Ky liked what they saw, that they thought her body was pretty.

  She knew that Rees and Rio and their ladies likely watched from the shadows, but her excitement didn’t stem from being watched by strangers. The way Aiden and Ky looked at her, blue eyes burning, made her extremely happy.

  “Good,” Aiden breathed. He pressed her thighs even farther apart and pushed his palm against her pelvis, making her hips rock back.

  Ky rested one hand against her left thigh and brought the shaver around. He stroked it once against her quim, a cool band of movement between thigh and pussy.

  Brianne expected to feel something—a sting, a pull—but there was nothing but a pleasant, tingling sensation, then it was gone.

  Ky lifted the shaver and pressed his hand against her right thigh, gently moving it aside. He repeated the stroke against the fold between leg and quim. Aiden watched with avid eyes, his gaze riveted to what Ky did. When Ky moved away, finished, Aiden brought out a fold of silk which he wiped gently across Brianne’s skin.

  “All done,” he said. “You’re beautiful.”

  Brianne pulled a little against her bonds. “Thank you,” she said shyly.

  “Have you ever used a vibrator?”

  Brianne shook her head, her hair sliding against the bench.

  “I’ll use one on you before I enter you,” Aiden said. “It will open you and make you more ready for me. Shareem are big.”

  She smiled. “I know.”

  Aiden chuckled and winked at Ky. “I think she enjoyed riding back with us on the train.”

  “Get on with it,” Ky growled.

  “Level threes are always impatient,” Aiden said. “Level ones take their time, savor every minute of it.”

  “I want to savor every minute of sex,” Ky said. “Not you talking.”

  Ignoring him, Aiden reached back into his box and removed, not the long wand that Brianne expected, but a small, ruby-colored plastic sphere that fit into his palm. He straddled the bench in front of her and looked her over, his appreciative look making her blush.

  “I thought vibrators were penis-shaped,” she stammered.

  He gave her a slow smile. “I thought you hadn’t ever used one.”

  “I haven’t. I’ve read about them.”

  His smile widened. “Next time you read about sex toys, invite me over.”

  “It wasn’t for fun, it was research.”

  “Fine by me.” He winked. “Invite me over when you do your—research. I have my vibrators designed in special shapes. Most level ones do.”

  “Like you design your oils?”

  “Exactly.”

  Aiden draped her feet over his spread thighs and ran his thumb over her now-shaved pussy. “This vibrator fits right against my hand.” He showed her the sphere pressed in his palm, anchored by a strap to his middle finger. “It lets me give you added sensation when I stroke you.”

  “Do you need to?” she asked breathlessly.

  He chuckled. “Let’s just say it will be nice for you.”

  Ky moved to straddle the bench. He rested Brianne’s head in his lap, fingers trailing through her long hair.

  “Any time you want to start,” he said to Aiden.

  Aiden gently rubbed Brianne’s quim. “Level ones can bring a woman to climax just by talking,” he said in a teasing voice. “But not with a level three hovering nearby growling at them to get on with it. Have I mentioned they’re impatient?”

  Brianne looked up at Ky, who shot Aiden an annoyed look. Brianne started to smile, then let out a sigh instead. Aiden’s quiet fingers coupled with the cool surface of the sphere made her quim part and swell.

  She well believed that a level one could make a woman come just by talking to her. The timbre of his voice and the vibrations it set off inside her heated her entire body. Ky stroking her hair didn’t hurt either. She rested her head in his lap and looked up at him, trying to connect with his enigmatic eyes.

  He kept his emotions shuttered around her, but she sensed he was a man of deep feeling. He nearly betrayed himself whenever he looked at Aiden, showing his caring, his growing lust and his anger at himself. Or maybe only Brianne saw it because she was looking.

  Once or twice when he’d looked at her she’d seen a flash, just a flash, of longing. She pretended to herself that his longing was more than a Shareem needing to sate himself on a woman. She pretended he truly wanted her. It was a fantasy, but she’d live it as long as she could.

  Bound, she couldn’t touch him or reach for him, but she turned her head and lightly kissed his fingers.

  A spark jumped in his eyes. “Hurry up,” he said to Aiden.

  “Patience,” Aiden said without looking up.

  Aiden’s blue gaze focused on Brianne’s quim. His incredibly handsome face stilled in concentration as he stroked the sphere across her opening. She squirmed, loving the hard thing against her. She was getting it all wet.

  “Good,” Aiden murmured. “She’s doing well.”

  Brianne opened her mouth to reply when a little buzz ran through the sphere and across her pussy. “Ohhh.”

  “That’s why I have these custom-made. Enjoy it, Brianne. Open
yourself to it.”

  The small pulsation enhanced the feel of the cool plastic against her quim, made Aiden’s finger that teased her clit vibrate with it. Her hips rose, seeking the sensation as Aiden traced patterns around her nub.

  “Please,” she begged. “I want it inside me.”

  “It’s too big,” Aiden whispered.

  “I don’t care. Open me with it. I want it in.”

  “How about me instead?” Aiden asked.

  She hesitated. Would he feel as good as this hard thing that she wanted to thrust against?

  Aiden seemed to know her thoughts. “It will be better,” he said. “I promise.”

  Better? This was already very good.

  She nodded.

  Aiden removed the sphere and dropped it back into his box. Before Brianne could form a whimper of loss, the sphere was replaced by his blunt—equally as hard and almost as large—tip.

  He’d lifted his tunic and stripped off his loincloth. Straddling the bench let him put his cock right against her without him having to move.

  “Yes,” she said. “That’s wonderful. Does it vibrate?”

  He chuckled. “Only if I laugh.”

  Ky leaned down, his heat covering her. “It can do many things, sweetheart. Let my friend please you with it. Let him fuck you.”

  “Yes.”

  Aiden skimmed his tunic off his body, his blond braid landing against his back. Sitting spread in front of Brianne in all his nakedness he was absolutely, incredibly delectable.

  She ran a hungry gaze over him, and noticed Ky doing the same.

  If Aiden noticed their scrutiny, he didn’t acknowledge it. “Ready?” he asked softly.

  Something in Brianne wanted to tense, wanted to reject that this large man was going to touch her more intimately than anyone had in her life. But her body was relaxed and open from his massage with the vibrator, and she moved her legs farther apart, nodding silently.

  Aiden slid his hands under her hips to position her. “Breathe out,” he instructed.

  Ky sat still behind her, waiting. He stroked her hair, his gaze on her face. She exhaled slowly as Aiden commanded, and Aiden slipped himself inside.

  He stretched and widened her far more than the vibrator had, and he was just as hard. Shareem were twelve inches—she’d looked it up—one standard foot, and she felt every inch carefully penetrate her.

  She moaned and lifted her hips to him. He caught them in his hands, steadying her while his long hard stem pushed in and in. She wanted to pull him down to her, rake her fingers across his back. She pulled on her tethers, frustrated.

  Aiden dropped his head back, his bare throat damp. “You’re tight, baby. I love it. Ky, damn, you have to feel how tight she is.”

  “Later. When she’s ready.”

  Brianne studied Aiden’s body as he began to gently thrust into her. His tail of blond hair dragged across his shoulders, the curls on his chest a darker blond. His biceps played as he steadied her on him, his naked hips rocking. He bit his lip, brow furrowing in concentration.

  She saw where they joined, his staff outlined by curls that blended with her darker ones. The sight increased her excitement. She looked back at Ky, his dark hair hanging loose, his leather tunic open to show a V of brown chest.

  “I want to see you,” she whispered. “Let me see you.”

  He knew what she meant. For a moment she thought he’d refuse, or maybe mention that subs shouldn’t give orders, but then he rose from the bench and began to remove his clothes.

  Her gaze riveted to him as his body came into view. His chest was powerful and heavily muscled, resembling Rio’s more than Aiden’s. A gold ring hung from his flat, brown nipple, making her want to flick her tongue over it.

  His chest and abdomen tapered to narrow hips and muscled thighs, between which his cock extended, his balls lifted tight.

  Brianne sighed happily. “That looks so nice.”

  “You bet it does,” Aiden agreed.

  Aiden lifted Brianne’s hips and withdrew himself, sliding smoothly out. Brianne whimpered, then moaned out loud when he laid his body full length on top of her and entered her again.

  He went deep inside, stretching her walls, making her want to squeeze. His Shareem body warmed her, his touch sending smiling lassitude through her.

  “That’s it,” he told her in a low voice. “You’re getting it.”

  “Hold him tight with your pussy,” Ky instructed. “Make him feel it.”

  It surprised Brianne that she could pleasure Aiden just by lifting her hips and pressing the muscles inside her quim. Aiden’s eyes glazed over, a half groan sliding from his throat. “I’m in love.”

  “Do you like it, Brianne?” Ky asked.

  He stood next to the bench, his cock at their eye level. It jutted toward them, as though interested in what they did.

  “Yes, I like it,” she breathed.

  “I like it too,” Aiden said. “You’re beautiful, Brianne.”

  No one had ever called her beautiful—good-looking or attractive perhaps, but said only in a businesslike way, satisfaction that she’d look good on digitals. Dranis had certainly never mentioned her looks.

  No man in her life had told her, with that catch in his voice, that he thought her beautiful.

  She touched his face and kissed him. Aiden returned the kiss with practiced lips and tongue, teaching her to use hers. But he was no less enthusiastic for knowing how to do it. He kissed her for the joy of kissing her, while his huge Shareem cock stroked her from the inside out.

  “Suck me.” Ky’s voice next to them was a harsh rumble.

  Brianne and Aiden both broke the kiss and turned to study Ky’s cock that hovered within reach. “Suck me while Aiden fucks you.”

  Brianne moved in excitement, her smile wide. She reached out with her tongue and licked Ky’s tip, enjoying the familiar taste of salt and him.

  She wet the tip thoroughly, tracing the flange and playing a little just under the head. Aiden watched, his cheek pressed to hers as she opened her mouth and took Ky inside.

  Ky was big, filling her mouth. Aiden kissed her cheek where Ky pressed it, and when she drew back to take a breath, Aiden swiped his tongue up the side of Ky’s shaft.

  Ky stilled a moment, then he reached down and smoothed the hair from Aiden’s brow. “Suck,” he commanded. “Both of you.”

  Brianne opened lips for another mouthful of him. Aiden licked where her mouth closed around Ky, tongue teasing and snaking between her lips.

  Aiden continued riding her, his slow penetration making her want to scream. She lost her hold on Ky, and she and Aiden began licking him. They went about it thoroughly, tasting and wetting him from balls to tip and back again. Aiden’s tongue tangled with hers and he laughed.

  “This,” Ky said hoarsely. “This I can do.”

  Brianne dimly wondered what he meant. She loved the taste of his hardness against her lips and the taste of Aiden as their tongues met.

  It should always be this way.

  She didn’t understand the thought and didn’t pursue it. She didn’t need confusion right now, she needed to lick Ky and fuck Aiden. Hopefully soon they’d reverse and she’d be fucking Ky and licking Aiden.

  She laughed inside, knowing she’d never have used the work fuck before she met Aiden and Ky. She wanted with all her strength to be with these two powerful men, one who soothed her and the other who commanded her and excited her beyond belief.

  Ky slid his hand between their bodies, his fingers finding Brianne’s swollen clit. Ky knelt beside them, putting his cock out of reach, but his mouth was available for kissing. Both she and Aiden enjoyed themselves, thrusting tongues between his lips, tasting him while he did the same to them.

  It was so beautiful, and the hot friction on her clit and the huge hardness inside her tangled into one dark, shuddering wave of feeling.

  “She’s coming,” Aiden said against Ky’s mouth, then he closed his eyes and groaned. “I am too. Gods
, she’s squeezing me so tight.”

  Brianne screamed, coming hard and hot. She jerked against her bonds, wanting so much to hold Aiden as her hips bumped his. Ky played and kissed, catching her cries in his mouth as he had when he’d stroked her in the darkness.

  Aiden moved faster and faster and then his voice broke as he came.

  He kissed her and Ky, their lips and tongues all mixed up. Brianne kept on kissing even as her climax wound down, loving that the three of them were together. Women who dared to have sex usually had it with only one man—what joys they were missing not having it with two.

  Ky pulled away and stood up, still naked and hard, but moving back from the pair. His chest rose with his quick breath, his eyes blue and hot.

  “Don’t go,” Brianne begged.

  Aiden smiled. “I know. I love him too.” He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Brianne’s neck, his breathing heavy but his body calming. “That was perfection, absolute perfection.” He looked up at her and smiled. “Thank you, my dear.”

  * * * * *

  Ky was not going to let Brianne get away without her punishment. After Aiden withdrew and calmed down for a few minutes—Aiden stretched out on the floor and went on for a time about how perfect and beautiful it all was—Ky had him help reposition Brianne on the bench.

  “No,” she protested, but she was so relaxed and pliant from sex that her complaint was halfhearted and she barely struggled against them. “I was good.”

  “No, you weren’t,” Ky said. His level three instincts thrummed, his hand happy to feel the familiar handle of his whip. “You disobeyed me, you didn’t trust me, you worried I’d left you behind and you looked at Rio with lust in your eyes.”

  “I was thinking of you.”

  Her answer secretly pleased Ky, but that was no reason to let her off the hook. “Sorry, sweetheart, you’ll have to do better next time.”

  “Next time?”

  Yes, why was Ky going on about next time? He would finish here and see that she got home all right and that would be it. There would be no next time.

  “You never know when you’ll want to play again.”

  He’d brought his crop with him, a stiff piece of leather that people eons ago had used when they rode creatures called horses. Horses were extinct, but the crop had been discovered by level three Shareem as a nice spanking implement.