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

by Caitlyn O'Leary

  Ben closed his eyes, and lapped up the abundance of cream that was now spilling forth from Kara’s vagina. He had to keep his eyes closed, because it was too much for him, too. He had told Quinn that this would work, but he’d never fully believed it until this moment. Her flavor was different. It was like her, but more lush and decadent. It made his taste buds spark and buzz. He curled his tongue so that he could pull more of the silky essence forward and savor it.

  Finally, the taste along with the perfume of her musk forced him to open his eyes, so that he could see the beauty that was Kara’s gold and pink and white pussy. He had to open her further, to see if inside she was as aroused and as deeply crimson as he remembered.

  He reached up with his thumbs and peeled back her outer labia. Cream trickled down his fingers and he greedily licked it up. Her sex was swollen, hot, and flushed as he thrust his tongue deep into her channel and reveled as she literally screamed out in orgasm.

  “Please don’t cry, sweetheart.” Ben heard his brother whisper as he continued to lap up the juices of her release. He immediately crawled over her body to reach her head and see what was wrong. He knew he hadn’t hurt her.

  “Kara, honey, tell me, what is it?” Ben saw a tear trickle down her temple and he couldn’t stop himself from licking up that bit of moisture as well, wanting everything her body had to give. She rolled her head and looked at him with eyes almost black with arousal.

  “Thank you. I really didn’t think I could do that.” She rose up off the pillows like a phoenix rising from the ashes. She unbuttoned Quinn’s jeans, sliding her hands inside to pull out his engorged cock. Ben watched avidly. She knelt down in front of him and took the head in her mouth, and pushed down until her wet lips reached denim and she let out a muffled whimper of discontent. She reached up and tried to push down his jeans, and met his eager hands that were doing the same thing.

  As they struggled, Ben had a mouthwatering view of Kara’s ass. He could see that between the full globes she glistened with arousal. He bent down and licked, and grinned as she gasped in surprise even with her mouth full of Quinn’s dick. She tried to wiggle away, but he held her firmly within his grasp, and just swiped his tongue deeper, enjoying the musky, sweet taste of his woman. He began spreading her cheeks open so that he could delve deeper, uncaring that she struggled to avoid his attentions.

  “Kara, stop it. Let Ben taste you. Now, release my dick so I can get these jeans off, sweetheart.” Ben smiled as she stilled. He could feel her holding herself taut with breathless worry and anticipation. He licked his way closer and closer to the tight star of her anus until he finally bathed it, slowly up and down, attempting to get her used to the sensation. He heard her mewl, but she remained still as Quinn had demanded.

  “Ben,” she wailed. “You can’t want to do that.”

  “He wants to do that. I want to do that next. There is no part of you we don’t want to taste, and lick, and love.” Quinn had his jeans off and cupped her head leading her mouth back to his cock, which she eagerly engulfed in her small mouth. He groaned in pleasure as she struggled to accept the full girth and length of him. While she focused on that, Ben speared his tongue into the tight muscle of her sphincter, anticipating her jolt of surprise and holding her tight.

  “Do that again,” Quinn commanded. “Whatever you just did, Ben, do that again. She just clamped down on my dick and it felt perfect,” he said in a voice hoarse with lust.

  Ben parted her ass cheeks even further, watching as the skin thinned and her anus opened incrementally, allowing him further entrance. He pulled out and pushed a finger into her cunt, pulling out some of the clear, slick liquid, traced it to her back entrance, and pushed in fast and hard. She screamed around Quinn’s cock, and he threw back his head and roared as he came. Ben continued to watch, entranced as she held his pulsing cock in her mouth, swallowing down his release.

  As soon as they were finished, he pulled out his finger and flipped her over, pushing her thighs wide and up, loving the look of her flushed and open sex. He wanted to do for her what she had just done for Quinn. Then he wanted to do it again, only with him inside her, and then he wanted to take her virgin ass. He wanted to keep her in this bed for the next three days! He needed this woman, not just for sex, but for the soul-deep connection. She might think it was only sex, but he knew it was love.

  * * * *

  She was so close to orgasm again that just having Ben part her legs had almost set her off, the feel of the air on her engorged and swollen clit being too much stimulation. Having Ben’s eyes on her was just as arousing. Seeing his brown eyes actually turn to black as he gazed at her cunt was beyond sexy. She watched as he bent and his tongue made that first stroke through the lips of her vagina. She couldn’t stop the involuntary upward jerk of her hips as she tried to get even closer to that wondrous caress. He looked up at her and smiled.

  “More?”

  She smiled back at him. “Oh, yes, I want everything.” Sex with Ben was always mind-blowing, often reverent, sometimes raunchy, and occasionally playful, like now.

  “What will you give me in return?”

  “What do you want?” She knew that whatever he wanted, she was going to want, as well.

  “I want your luscious ass today.” In all the times they had come together before, they had never done ass play. As a matter of fact, she had been somewhat surprised. Not exactly unhappy, just surprised. Earlier, when Ben had played with her back door, rather than feeling uncomfortable she had been stunned at how arousing it had been. As she was thinking about everything, Ben bent down again and Kara suddenly felt his tongue speared deep within her channel, the long strong muscle easily finding that set of nerves that were connected to every part of her body. He stroked back and forth over those nerves until she shot off into oblivion, all thoughts of anything else long forgotten.

  “Quinn, you take her, I’m going to go wash up and get the condoms.” Just like that, Quinn was now between her legs. This time she felt the inner lips of her labia being splayed open, so that even more of her was on display for her lover.

  “God, you’re beautiful. So wet, so red and swollen. You liked what Ben did for you, didn’t you?” Quinn slowly pushed two large, thick fingers into her tight passage and she panted, as long-unused tissues were stretched to the point of burning. She bit her bottom lip. Quinn must have seen the strain on her face, because he went and suckled her clit in his mouth, which helped to take her mind off the sting. As he continued to suck and lave the sensitive nub, he twisted, pulled and pushed his fingers, and soon everything was beginning to feel really good.

  “Please, give me another finger.” Quinn stopped everything he was doing, and this time Kara couldn’t stop a cry of displeasure from escaping. He looked up at her.

  “Are you sure, sweetheart? You’re awfully tight. Let me play just a little longer.”

  “Are you really going to tell me what’s best for me, Quinn Shotbrook?” Kara panted out the question, pleased when Quinn chuckled.

  “As my lady commands,” he said as he pulled out his fingers, and slowly pushed back in with three fingers, again suckling her plump clitoris. Kara let out a long low wail as she climaxed.

  Kara was vaguely aware of Ben returning to the room and handing Quinn something, and then she saw him rip open a package. She struggled to a kneeling position and shoved the condom out of his hand, intent on touching his naked penis. It had been too long since she had touched him so intimately. She needed that closeness.

  She looked up at him as she bent to take him into her mouth, and colors exploded inside her mouth. How could she have forgotten the taste of Ben Shotbrook? First there was that heavenly musky smell that made her want to get closer and closer, to taste and nuzzle. His cock was so big that it rarely stood straight out. Instead, it would fall thick and heavy into her hands, and she would have to open so wide just to get the head into her mouth. But then…then there was nothing on Earth like having all that power under her control. She wo
rked so hard to take him deep, going into a trance, where inside her head she loved and praised and soothed and celebrated and worshiped.

  Then, every single time, as she would be at the pinnacle of that trance and his cock was nestled deeply at the back of her throat, he would start to talk.

  “Kachawli, you are the most beautiful woman in the world.” His tone was so achingly loving. His fingers brushed against her swollen throat, and she slid back, slowly compressing her lips the tiny bit that she could, considering how wide she had to open her mouth to begin with. Giving this man pleasure made her feel like she was creating art.

  She could feel Quinn at her back, stroking her hair, and wasn’t that just perfect, to be so surrounded? She kept giving long, slow strokes on Ben’s velvety flesh. More talking.

  “You couldn’t be any more perfect, Kara.” He brushed her temples, her hollowed-out cheeks. “Just look at you,” he breathed, beginning to pant. It was the sign she had been waiting for. She began to move faster. Not much, just a little, increasing her cadence, seeing if she could get him to start breathing even harder. She looked up at him through the veil of her light blonde lashes. She felt Quinn stop caressing her hair, and instead his fingers started trailing ever downward until his strong hands were grasping each globe of her firm ass.

  “God, Kara, I could spend hours just staring at your ass as you walk in a pair of jeans. But having it naked in front of me, where I can touch it…I’m going to explode. I need to fuck you from behind. I need to see this glorious thing shake and shimmer. Can I do that? Can I take you, while you suck Ben down?”

  He liked her new, big ass? Sometimes she did, too, but she wasn’t sure. Sometimes, she hated it. She knew it swayed while she walked. She was up two sizes. She didn’t mind the breasts increasing, but now she had hips, stomach, and butt. She hadn’t been sure. But these men seemed to like the changes in her body and that made all the difference in the world. It made her feel like she could fly. She wiggled her ass at Quinn and he clutched her butt and groaned. The next thing she knew, one hand was gone as he was guiding the thick head of his engorged penis into her swollen cunt.

  “Baby, you’re so damn tight. Relax for me.” Both men began to stroke her, Quinn on her ass, Ben at her throat, their caresses perfectly in synch. She didn’t know how many minutes went by, or seconds or hours, but eventually she took each man deeper into her body.

  Again, they were perfectly timed with one another as they both pulled out, leaving her bereft. She didn’t want them to leave her, as if they knew they had moved just a little bit forward into her re-opening heart. Finally, unable to wait, she shoved back onto Quinn, forcing him deep inside her body, just where she needed him.

  “Kara! Be careful.” His voice came out in that rasp that sent her pulse rocketing. He pulled out and she pushed back. They continued that dance as she held Ben prisoner, using her mouth to lave and suckle, watching him watch her. She was on a quest to make both men lose their minds as they had so recently done to her. Just as she thought she had won the battle, Ben pulled inexorably back from her, gently pushing at her shoulders. Just as surely, Quinn was leaving her as well, and she couldn’t stop her look of hurt and bewilderment as she looked up at Ben.

  “No, Kachawli.” He reached down and cupped her face, drawing her up into his arms for a tender kiss. She wrapped her arms around his waist. She let herself get lost in the beauty of the moment, again finding the closeness. Then she felt Quinn at her back, reaching around and caressing her breasts. She sighed into Ben’s mouth, reassured that she wasn’t being abandoned. Ben finally drew back.

  “Can we try something new?” Ben’s eyes were a deep, slumberous brown, and it made her sex clench in response. She knew what she wanted, and had wanted for a long time but had been too shy to ask for. While the idea of anal sex made her nervous, it also aroused her.

  “Anything, Ben,” she whispered, and like musicians who had played together for years, Ben’s hands slid down her body and gripped the cheeks of her ass, parting them as Quinn reached down to her slit and brought up some of her slick cream to her anus and anointed her tight opening, circling and circling until he could finally breach her with the tip of his finger. She looked up into Ben’s eyes, saw his smile, and relaxed further, knowing that she was pleasing these two men.

  Suddenly, Quinn was gone and she heard a drawer opening, and then he was back.

  “Kara, this is going to be a little cold, okay, sweetheart?” She nodded, still staring into Ben’s eyes. She waited and eventually she felt Quinn’s fingers touching her, but there was nothing cold. She shouldn’t have been surprised. Of course, he had warmed the lubrication in his hands before applying it on her.

  “You’re so pretty,” Quinn said as Ben bent down and nuzzled her neck, and she giggled.

  “Jesus, Quinn, how can you be looking at my asshole and saying I’m pretty?”

  “You are, sweetheart.” And then she felt him pressing against the muscle and it was more than one finger this time. “Let me in, can you do that? Press back out toward me,” he said as pushed harder. She did as he said and felt a distinct pop as he breached her entrance. She gasped, and Ben kissed the side of her neck.

  “You’re doing so well, Kachawli. Tell us how it feels.” She didn’t know if she could, it seemed like so much, but not nearly enough. She moved against Quinn, forcing him deeper inside her. She heard the raspy chuckle.

  “She likes it, Ben, our girl likes it.” Then she felt his fingers begin to part, stretching her tissues, giving her more, and she groaned.

  “Ahhh, that’s—” She didn’t know what it was, but she so needed more of it. She needed, wanted, more of Quinn, more of Ben. She started to pant. Then Quinn reached down with his other hand and speared fingers into her cunt, and she was filled in both orifices. He started to push in and out, curling and spreading his fingers, in and out, in and out, curling and spreading, heating her blood until she screamed out in ecstasy.

  The next thing she knew, she was lying on the bed, and Quinn was gone. Ben was braced over her, kissing her, whispering how beautiful she was when she came. She felt the bed dip and Quinn was back in the room, his engorged cock covered with a condom. His face was so solemn. Ben toyed with one of her long strands of hair, a crooked smile on his face that made her smile in return.

  “Please, tell me that I get to have both of you. I’ve dreamed of that.” Ben’s smile deepened, and she was unable to resist caressing his dimples. She looked over at Quinn, who still looked far too serious.

  “Sweetheart, let’s not rush into anything. That’s a big step, and I don’t think you’re ready for that.” Kara couldn’t believe the man and opened her mouth ready to rip him a new one, when he threw back his head and started laughing.

  “Shit, I did it again, didn’t I? I’m telling you what you should want and do,” he said in between chuckles. She turned her head to Ben, who had started to laugh, as well. She felt such a sense of relief that she breathed out a sigh of relief. She turned back and looked at Quinn, who had such a tender look on his face she melted, all frustration and anger gone. “But please, sweetheart, promise me you’ll let us take this slow and easy, and you’ll tell us if anything hurts just the slightest little bit. Okay?” How could she deny this man?

  “I promise, Quinn, but I want this, and sometimes just making love with you and Ben hurts just a little before it morphs into the sweetest pleasure. So let’s not plan to stop if there is a little bite. I want to try everything, I just know I’m going to love this.” God, she couldn’t even take a full breath just thinking about being surrounded and filled by both of these men. She had wanted to ask for it the last time she had been in Alaska, but she’d been waiting for them. It didn’t seem like something a girl should initiate, but now that it was on the menu, she’d be damned if it was going to be taken away!

  “Okay, sweetheart, you’re going to get what you want, but you’re going to get it how Ben and I see fit.” Kara thought she had been aroused by
everything that had gone on before, but that raspy command shot through her like an arrow. Ben rolled, and suddenly she was on top of him, and Quinn was behind her, quickly moving her legs on either side of Ben’s. Ben spread his legs wider, forcing hers wider, and he looked down at her sex, enraptured.

  “Kara, you’re so red and glistening and swollen.” He swiped fingers through her splayed lips, and then sucked them into his mouth. “You taste so good. Come see.” He grasped her by the nape of the neck and brought her down for a torrid openmouthed kiss, their tongues tangling, and she tasted the wonderful spice that was Ben, but her own essence, as well. The combination was heady, it seemed to fizzle through her system, and that was when she felt Quinn gliding through the crease of her ass and once again adding more lubricant to the star of her anus, pushing it deep inside. Then he left and she heard him use the towel he had brought to wipe up.

  Quinn then reached around and cupped her breasts, lightly stroking her nipples with his thumbs as he pulled her away from Ben. She considered protesting, but his hands felt too good. Ben looked at her and reached over to the left, picking up a foiled packet. He quickly sheathed himself and lifted the broad head of his penis to the slick entrance of her vagina. He arched upward, while she slowly dropped down so that they came together like pieces of a puzzle. Finally they were fully joined.

  Never once had Quinn stopped touching her breasts, his palms lightly squeezing, his thumbs circling, now with a stronger stroke that was maddening. “I can see you, sweetheart, you’re so wide open.” Kara could feel it. With Ben’s legs parted so wide, and her legs on the outside, she knew that her ass was splayed wide for Quinn to see everything. It was too much, too embarrassing, and she clenched. In a flash, his hands left her breasts, and she felt a resounding smack on her ass. “You will not hide what belongs to Ben and me.”