Claiming Kara [Fate Harbor 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Caitlyn O'Leary

Kara didn’t move her legs, but rather than continuing to kneel so high up, she relaxed, and that immediately widened her thighs, allowing Ben to easily slide his hand between her legs. He just touched her upper inner thighs, gathering up the juices that had slid down, and then his hand was gone.

  “Look at this, Quinn.” Kara could smell herself now closer to her head, and realized he had just held up his wet hand like a trophy for Quinn to see. Then she heard the distinct sound of Ben licking his fingers. “You taste good, Kara.”

  “I think Kara has learned the lesson of touch. Now, I want her to learn how to lie still and feel,” Quinn rumbled. “Plus, it’s my turn to taste.” In a moment, Kara felt herself lifted and once again laid flat on the bed, four sets of hands moving her limbs around to the two men’s satisfaction. Her hands resting flush with her head, her feet shoulder-width apart, which didn’t seem so bad.

  “Move, little brother.” She heard Quinn near the foot of the bed, and then Ben was up near her head. “I want to see your beautiful pussy, Kara, is that all right?” Quinn asked.

  “Well, sure,” Kara said warily. “But can’t you, right now?” Kara felt a little disoriented. He was between her legs. What more could he want to see?

  “Thank you, sweetheart.” Then she felt him grasp the inside of her knees and push them ever upward so that she could actually feel the seam of her sex begin to part, and more of her cream begin to seep out. “Jesus, that’s gorgeous,” Quinn breathed out.

  Both men felt her begin to squirm, her discomfort obvious.

  “You’re beautiful, Kachawli. I love that you are wet for us, that you desire us, that you want us, as much as we want you. That is such a gift that you give us.” Ben’s hand stroked her cheek, gentling her. Kara sighed. It was difficult not being able to see their expressions to gauge their reactions. Ben must have understood that without the visual cues, she needed words.

  She felt Quinn’s hands graze up her thighs, lighting up every nerve as he went, until finally his thumbs trailed against the down-covered lips of her sex, spreading her further to his gaze. Both men must have felt the fine trembling that coursed through her body, because they spoke as one. “You’re beautiful, Kara.” Quinn’s hot breath felt cool on her overheated labia.

  “Kara, I have never seen that expression on my brother’s face. Your trust has made him so happy.” Ben’s fingers stroked over her lips, gently dragging down the bottom one, and she tasted the salty masculine flavor and eagerly moved her head so that she could suck it into her mouth. Desperately needing something to ground her, she felt Quinn part her flesh even further so that nothing was hidden. She pulsed out liquid need at the idea of being so visible, so displayed, and as she thrummed with excitement, she suckled harder on Ben’s finger, and then she heard him groan.

  “Kara, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” Just like that, she did, she knew exactly what she had done, and what she desperately needed. Her visual senses seemed to have suddenly been rerouted to taste and smell and touch and sound. She needed to hear his groans, touch his erect flesh, smell his musk, and taste his cock. She needed it now.

  She turned her head and released his finger, hoping that she was facing him. She lifted her hands from beside her head, groping for him, finding his chest, his abdomen, trailing downward. “Please, Ben,” she begged. “I need you.” She clasped his length in her hand, unable to circle him with her fingers. “Please, come to my mouth.”

  As if her words had spurred him to action, she felt the rough, wet and oh-so-delicious slide of Quinn’s tongue run from the base of her slit, over her gushing opening, up to her swollen clitoris, and then gently lave against that bud, causing her to squeeze Ben’s cock in reaction, eliciting a long deep groan. “Again, Kara. Do that again,” came Ben’s strained voice.

  “Again, Quinn. Please more,” she begged.

  Then she felt the velvet heat surrounding so much strength and she didn’t know what to focus on. “Please come closer, Ben. I need to taste you.” And as if her words provided direction, Quinn’s tongue changed direction, and plunged deeply into the heart of her, her scream of delight soon muffled by the seductive feel of the smooth head of Ben’s cock as he rubbed it against her parted lips. Kara’s tongue rushed forward, eager to taste, to lick the heat of this heady treat. So warm and silky, and then she felt the moist liquid that teased her taste buds, eliciting a mew of contentment.

  She sucked him in and as she did, she felt the most sinful sensations that had ever rushed through her pussy. Quinn was forcing his tongue deeper than she ever imagined, stroking in and out, and rasping the sensitive tissues of her inner channel. It was a perfect combination. Quinn would thrust inward and Kara would work to engulf more of Ben’s shaft, working the engorged tip of his cock deeper into her mouth, laving the sensitive spot under the head with her tongue. She reveled in Ben’s labored, “Good Girl,” which only made her mouth soften to absorb more of his length, more of his decadent taste.

  “God, Kara. Every time I think I’ve drank all your cream, you give me more. You love sucking Ben’s cock, don’t you, sweetheart?” With that, his wet lips latched onto her clit as he stabbed fingers deep into her vagina. She arched her pelvis upward, her face higher, wanting to be invaded further by both cock and fingers, taking both men deeper into her body. Then Quinn crooked his fingers and started rubbing against a spot she never knew existed inside her sheath, a cluster of nerves that ran first to her clit, then to her nipples and her mouth, and fingers, and toes and everyplace on her body. Quinn seemed to know how needy she was as he circled and then bit gently down on the swollen bud of nerves he had been sucking. She sucked down in response, inhaling Ben to the back of her throat as her orgasm slammed through her body, needing Ben to come with her.

  “Kachawli, no.” He tried to pull away, and she reached around, grasping his tightly flexed ass. “Kara, I’m going to come. Let me go.” He tried to pull away gently, not wanting to use his strength against her. But as she reveled in her pleasure, she was stronger than ever before, and refused to be denied. At last she tasted bliss, his bliss, as it shot down her throat, and her pleasure was almost complete. She made a small sound of disappointment, and Ben, being Ben, immediately understood and ripped off her blindfold, allowing her to have every one of her senses engaged in this final precious moment as she pressed her nose into his musky thatch of black pubic hair and continued to drink down his release.

  Slowly she pulled back, still suckling his semi-engorged erection as she peered up into his coal black eyes. He looked as dazed as she felt. As she released him, she looked down at Quinn who was smiling up at her. She was moved at his look of contentment. She watched as he pulled his fingers out of her body, and lapped up the silky clear juices until they were clean. She felt her breath begin to speed up at the sight, and by the wicked glint in his eyes, Quinn obviously read her excitement.

  She watched as he went to put his fingers back and she twisted away.

  “No!”

  “Kara, what’s wrong?” Quinn asked in dismay.

  “I need you in me. I need your cock,” she demanded, looking straight into the molten honey eyes, surrounded by black-fringed lashes. She wondered how she had ever managed to achieve orgasm without being able to see these two men. She watched as he paused, studying her.

  “Sweetheart, you’re awfully tight, let me just—”

  She cut him off. “Now! I can’t stand a minute more without having you inside me.” Kara reached down, cupping both of her breasts, and brushed the tips with her thumbs while she watched Quinn’s eyes darken from honey to amber. She tilted her head and saw Ben’s sated expression turn predatory. Ben made a quick move and opened the drawer of the nightstand, coming back with a handful of condoms. He threw one at his brother’s chest, which Quinn easily caught.

  “You need to listen to her, brother,” Ben said.

  “No, she needs to listen to me. You both do.” Quinn’s voice was implacable. He pushed Kara’s thighs up so that her
knees were almost on either side of her breasts. “Hold her,” he commanded his brother. Ben reached down and grasped her legs behind the knees, keeping her open for Quinn’s perusal. She gasped as she looked down, seeing the top of her sex splayed wide with Quinn so big and imposing leaning over her, looking directly into her eyes. “You will listen to me, little one. I refuse to hurt you.” He set the condom to the side and swiped his fingers through her wet sex, pulsing with need even more than when Ben’s cock was deep in her mouth. Then she felt him enter her, and it was much more than before. Where before he had used maybe two of his sizeable fingers to stroke inside her, he now had to be using three, and she arched up in welcome. Then he pulled them out, taking more of her silky essence with him. Then he pushed more fingers in again, and she winced at the burn.

  “It hurts, doesn’t it, Kara?” He demanded an answer. All she could do was nod her head yes.

  Finally she gasped out, “It hurts good, Quinn.” She saw his relieved smile. He continued to pump in and out, until finally she was pushing upward to meet the rhythm of his entry, glorying in the sense of fullness, in the connection with this man. She saw his amber eyes glitter as they watched her intently, assessing her body’s reaction. He took his fingers out to suck them in his mouth, and she shuddered, watching him relish her flavor as his face flushed.

  They’d been right to blindfold her. She was now experiencing every sense, and it was amazing. She watched as he picked up the condom, and ripped it open with his intensely white teeth. As he sheathed his cock, she tried to reach forward to touch him, but Ben’s grip kept her in place.

  “Next time, Kara,” Ben soothed. “We want to make you feel good. Let Quinn do this.” She watched and felt as the broad head of his cock, so much more than his fingers, snuggled at her needy entrance.

  “Oh, my God, can you see this, Ben?” Quinn looked up with a stunned expression, including his brother in this most intimate moment. Ben bent forward over her head, getting a better view. She gave a huff of dissatisfaction that she couldn’t see what they were seeing.

  “She’s incredible, brother,” Ben said in a strained voice. Then Kara felt the liquid push just trying to breach the tight muscle of her opening, and she couldn’t help but flinch at the discomfort. Quinn looked deep into her eyes. He felt the resistance of her body, and knew that his girth had to be causing some pain.

  “Help her, Ben,” Quinn instructed, while he held still. Ben kept hold of her left leg but gently lowered her right leg, and then his fingers were hovering over her engorged clit, and just one touch had her gasping in reaction. As if he understood that anything more than a featherlike touch would be too much for her swollen bud, he softly caressed her, causing sparks to emanate from that one spot to her entrance, relaxing her and allowing Quinn to slide deeper, until the head was buried inside her, filling her. It was wonderful. She felt the heat and power of the man, and she thrust up, needing him deeper. Again, he looked carefully into her eyes, gauging her ability to accept more. When he determined that with Ben’s ministrations, and her own longing, he could continue, he sank further, until she felt him nestle against her womb.

  “Yes, Quinn,” she wailed. “Nothing has ever felt this good.” Ben took his fingers away and she grabbed his wrist, trying to hold him, but he easily moved his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, savoring her essence and wetting the digits even further. Then he put them back to where she so desperately needed them and pressed and circled even harder, and that’s when Quinn started a slow pull out, followed by a faster thrust in, once again tapping softly against the mouth of her womb, causing her to spasm in delight. He continued, faster and faster.

  “Harder and faster, both of you, harder and faster.” She was thrashing her head. She felt the slight flicker of childhood firework sparklers, and they were building to firecrackers popping off as she whimpered with excitement. Then she felt a roman candle going off, and finally she screamed as the deafening grand finale came and the night sky exploded into showers of color.

  * * * *

  Quinn left Kara and Ben napping while he padded naked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Quinn wasn’t sure that anything had ever warmed him more than seeing the two of them nestled together. It was as if his life had finally clicked into place. This was exactly what he wanted forever. How he could know a woman for just a day and be absolutely certain she was the woman he was meant to build a life with, the woman meant to bear his children, he didn’t know. But there it was. The Creator had blessed him.

  As much as he complained about the metaphysical aspects of life to his brother, Quinn had deeply held spiritual beliefs that came from his mother and his people. He believed strongly in a Creator and a Spirit that guided him. There had definitely been times when he had been guided to turn the boat to shore, and that had saved him from terrible storms that no Doppler system had predicted. There had also been times when he had been guided to schools of fish in parts of the ocean that had resulted in huge hauls when other fishermen had come home empty. Yes, Quinn knew there was more to this world than his five senses could show him. This was one of those times he was being guided, and he knew it.

  Quinn sighed in relief, because this also came at a time in their lives when he and Ben had the ability and money to start a family of their own. They didn’t need to buy the third boat. One of the things he had never shared with Ben was that he didn’t want to continue to be a commercial fisherman once he married. He had seen the stress it had put on his mother. He knew how much she had worried about Papa. It was a daily worry that had aged her. He had promised himself he wouldn’t put the woman he loved through that kind of daily uncertainty.

  They could sell the boats, and that would provide enough profit to fund their younger brothers’ college. Then they could start a recreational charter-fishing business. They could continue to do that up here in Alaska until the boys were grown and then later move down to Seattle with the business, if Kara wanted to be closer to her family. They could continue to support their mother and the other boys. They would be men by then, so his younger brothers would be around to support their mother in other ways if Ben and he weren’t there.

  It would be perfect. He finished his drink and walked back to the bedroom. He moved silently, but he wasn’t surprised to see his brother looking up when he entered the room. Nor was he surprised at the hungry look on his face. Quinn stopped at the foot of the bed, gripped the sheet that was covering Ben and Kara, and started to pull it down their bodies. He grinned when Kara merely snuggled closer to the warmth of Ben’s body, having predictable effects on his brother’s anatomy. When the sheet was finally pooled at their feet, and Kara’s body was completely uncovered, Quinn found himself in the same predicament as Ben, and he knew just how he wanted to address the situation.

  Quinn got onto the other side of the bed beside Kara and pressed his naked heat against her back, luxuriating in the way she pushed her ass against his engorged penis. He had to grind his teeth together to stop himself from spilling his release at the feel of her. He saw his brother’s knowing smile over the top of Kara’s head, and he shot him the finger. Then he motioned toward the foot of the bed, and Ben understood. Ben gradually moved away from Kara, who then rolled over and burrowed close to Quinn, seeking his body heat, which he was more than happy to share.

  Quinn curled his left arm around her head, and then moved his right arm around her body so that he could easily touch the smooth skin of her areolas. He let his fingers lazily drift around and around those pale pink patches that surrounded the rosy tips. He smiled as the skin quickly crinkled and her nipples began to flood with blood, turning from rosy to red. He couldn’t help but start to ever so lightly squeeze the delectable nubs, and revel in the quickening of her breath.

  He heard the sound of flesh moving against sheets, and watched her legs moving in agitation. He hoped it was because she was beginning to feel desire. He saw her kick out, almost hitting Ben, but he quickly moved, saving himself injury.
Ben gently took hold of her legs, and the two of them worked to roll her onto her back. Kara gave a soft sigh, and turned her face into the hair of Quinn’s chest, her long hair covering him like a cloak, and she breathed him in. It seemed that their woman was a sound sleeper, which made it all the better to enjoy her as they brought her from sleep to passion.

  Quinn watched as his brother pushed her knees apart so that her sex was splayed open. Kara whimpered into his chest, and he soothed her, stroking the tendrils of her hair away from her face. Finally he saw just a twitch of a smile, and he knew that she was beginning to wake, but then she settled, even though he saw her arch her pelvis slightly upward. Quinn lifted his head so that he had a better view of what his brother was doing as he continued to softly pinch the flesh of her nipples, enjoying the velvety texture of the hardening flesh as he watched his brother use his thumbs to part her outer labia and feather his tongue just barely inside her pussy. She whimpered again against his chest, and he worried about the awkward twisting of her neck, but it didn’t seem to bother her.

  He continued to watch, and suddenly the bud of her clitoris popped up past the protective hood, and she jerked awake with a cry.

  “Jesus,” Ben said right before he sucked the swollen bud into his mouth, and she cried out as an orgasm obviously took over her body, and she clapped her hands over his, mashing his hands into the soft flesh of her breasts.

  “Harder, please harder,” she begged. Quinn automatically obeyed, pinching her nipples harder, and let her hands determine how hard his large hands should press into her delicate flesh, but when he thought he might bruise her, he stopped, despite the demands of her hands.

  “More, Ben, suck me harder.” This time her voice was a demand as she ground her pelvis upward into his mouth. Quinn had never been so turned on watching something as he was seeing his brother milk and pull at Kara’s engorged clitoris. It was so red, and so obviously aroused, and then, like she had been hit by lightning, she shot upward, almost levitating off the bed as another climax slammed through her body.