by Tia Fanning
Tangling her fingers in his hair, she lifted his head and guided his lips to hers. She explored his mouth thoroughly, tasting all she could of him before breaking the kiss and dragging her lips over his jaw.
“Tell me, Ori,” he whispered. “Are you a good girl or a naughty girl? Where does your pleasure reside?”
“Both,” she replied, licking and nipping his neck. “I want it all. Gentle and slow, hard and fast… think you can satisfy both sides of me?”
He laughed quietly. “Of course.”
Positioning himself at her entrance, Jonathan pressed forth, eliciting a gasp from Oriana as his hard cock slid home. Slow and tender, he made love to her body, building a steady rhythm that stroked the fires of her searing core until she tightened her legs around his waist, panting his name and clawing his back as she strove to reach the pinnacle of her desire.
Just as she was about to tumble over the edge into orgasmic oblivion, he withdrew his cock from her channel, leaving her at the brink.
Striving to catch her breath, her pussy throbbing painfully in emptiness, Oriana stared at Jonathan, waiting for him to tell her what was wrong, explain why he’d stopped.
He smiled and winked.
Sonofabitch!
He was playing with her.
“What the hell, Jonathan? Stop fucking arou—”
He rose up and flipped her onto her stomach. “Don’t move,” he ordered before leaving the bed.
She looked over her shoulder to find him collecting a bottle of lubricant and some condoms from the nightstand drawer. He laid the items next to a burning candle on the bedside table.
“What are you doing?
He slammed the drawer shut. “Good girls get sweet words and orgasms. Naughty girls get candle wax and a dick in their ass.”
Her mouth fell open in shock, even though her pussy clenched in excitement.
“Well, what were you expecting?” he asked as he took hold of her upper arm and ankle, then abruptly spun her so she lay across the bed. “I don’t dare put my dick in that dirty mouth of yours.”
Oh. My. God!
He captured her calves and drew her toward him. When her knees reached the edge of the mattress, he grasped her hips and pulled up and back, forcing her lower body to rise.
“Good girls don’t use dirty words. Since you do, I can only assume you’re a naughty girl. A naughty girl with a dirty, dirty mouth.”
How freaking hot!
It was a completely unexpected turn of events. She had imagined Jonathan as a sweet, sensitive lover—which he was. She just never thought he would ever be so… adventurous. Commanding. Definitely a surprise—but a pleasant one.
When she tried to raise her upper body to line it with the lower half, he used a flat palm to press her back down, forcing her to keep her “bowing” position.
“And do you remember what naughty girls get?” he asked.
She nearly choked. “A dick in their ass?”
“Exactly.”
He spread her wide. Moments passed and he did nothing but continue to stare. Her body melted under his appraisal, her channel flooding as it throbbed with hot desire and expectation. Moaning, Oriana pressed her face into the sheets, trying to slow her breathing and regain control of herself.
It was of no use.
“Please, Jonathan,” she whispered. “I’m begging you.”
He tsked. “Naughty girl. Why should I do anything to bring you pleasure?” he murmured. “I should be punishing you for your bad language.”
She shivered. If he kept talking to her this way, she might be able to come just from his words alone.
“Can’t you just make me do chores? Like clean the house or something?”
Jonathan sighed heavily. “You’re not allowed to clean. It’s against the house rules.”
A soft laughed escaped her throat.
There was a faint click. Cold liquid gel met with her soft, nether hole.
“I’m being serious,” he said. “You might be a naughty girl, but you’re still our princess.”
She pressed against his hand as he spread the minty smelling lubricant around. “So if I get caught doing the dishes?”
“You might find yourself bent back over the island.” He slipped a finger in her ass, probing gently. “So do your best to refrain from such things. Jack is very strict.”
“And if I follow the rules like I’m supposed to?”
“Then you get rewarded instead of penalized.”
She gasped as hot drops of liquid spilled over her ass cheeks.
The wax was not hot enough to burn her skin, but in contrast to the coolness of the lubricating gel, it seemed scorching. Her body instantly reacted to the polar stimulation, becoming intensely sensitized—more so than she thought ever possible. Her nipples tightened painfully as they scraped against the fabric of the sheet. Her pussy gushed, her essence seeping out, warm and sticky against her thighs.
Jonathan inserted a second finger into her ass, then brushed her clit with his free hand. She cried out, moving against him, her orgasm so close. Which is why she nearly fell into tears when he pulled away yet again, leaving her hovering, but unfulfilled.
“Please, Jonathan. Please, please, please… Please don’t leave me like this.”
“Relax, Ori. Enjoy the buildup. I promise I will not leave you hanging.”
While not exactly what her body wanted to hear, Oriana took comfort in his words. She knew he wouldn’t lie to her. He would take care of her needs.
And so it went, he teased and cajoled her until she writhed in desperation, crying, begging and pleading for him to take her, sure she would die if she didn’t come immediately.
Finally, she heard the soft tearing sound of the condom package, followed by his thickness pressing at the entry of her nether hole.
She climax as he slid his hard cock deep in her ass.
It didn’t stop there.
Each penetrating thrust prolonged the experience, forcing her to ride wave after wave of pure erotic bliss, her body literally shaking with the intensity of the rush accompanying the multiple orgasms.
It seemed never ending.
Only when she was limp with exhaustion, unable to do more than whimper with the powerful aftershocks, did Jonathan find his own pleasure.
Chapter Nine
It had been three days since Jon had taken Oriana to his bed, and he would not do so again until she and Jordan had an opportunity to be together. It was a personal decision he’d made, not wanting to take all of her sexual passion for himself just because he was accessible and Jordan was taking his damn sweet time.
However, he hoped Jordan would make a move soon. It was becoming increasingly difficult for Jon to deny himself. True, when he and Ori were alone and she was feeling frisky, he made sure she got hers, manually satisfying her body until completion—after all, he wasn’t going to punish her for Jordan’s hesitation. But the abstinence was starting to physically hurt him. Cold-showers weren’t as useful as everyone claimed them to be.
This situation didn’t seem to be a problem for Jack. His brother was always in the office, secreted away from temptation. Jack claimed the long hours were because Jon and Jordan were rarely working these days, and he had to pick up the slack. But Jon was sure it was because the eldest wasn’t ready to face the fact that he loved Oriana.
Jack wasn’t a love-at-first-sight kind of guy.
Strangely enough, Ori seemed to be avoiding Jack as well. But when she and Jack did encounter each other, however briefly, the heavy sexual tension that erupted between the two was so thick it could be cut with a knife—which just made the prim and proper way Ori and Jack interacted with each other that much funnier. Both of them were so stubborn.
So the last three days had progressed as the three before, with them hanging out, watching movies or playing games, talking and taking meals—of course, all minus Jack. Jack would make an appearance every once in a while, as if checking in on them, but other than that, he usu
ally stayed away.
Pulling himself from his musings, Jon walked into the kitchen to help Jordan gather supplies. This would be Ori’s first time outside since she came to the bunker, and they wanted it to be special. It was a bright sunny day with little wind, and uncharacteristically warm, so they decided to take their guest for a picnic at a small hot spring Jon had found nearby.
“We need to tell her,” Jordan said. “I don’t know about you, but I can’t stand lying to her. It’s wrong.”
“Tell her what? That her plane works, or that we can shift into Kodiak bears?”
“Both. How can we preach honesty and demand she share her every feeling or thought, then keep things from her ourselves? It’s damn hypocritical.”
His brother was right. What bothered Jon the most was the plane thing—as that one directly affected her. At first, the lie had seemed insignificant, as Ori was in no condition to fly when she first arrived, and really, all they were doing was guaranteeing Jack’s cooperation, ensuring that he didn’t force her away. However, Ori was better now, and well enough to pilot an aircraft if she so chose. She could go home if she wanted.
Fuck. When she found out that they’d lied to her about the mechanical condition of her plane, she might just want to do that. Up and leave and never look back.
After sticking glasses and napkins into the picnic basket filled with cheese and crackers, fruit and wine, he closed the top. “Okay, we’ll tell her about the plane. Let’s hope she forgives us. Assuming she does, the bear thing will be a little trickier. Perhaps one of us should shift in front of her.”
“No, you don’t want to send her into shock,” Jordan replied, gathering the blanket and towels off the counter, and placing them in a separate basket that contained sunscreen, lotion, and other assorted items.
“How about this: I’ll leave early. When you and Ori are on the way back to the bunker, I’ll walk by in my shifted form at a distance. Then you can point me out, make some scientific comment about the nature of Kodiak bears, but then assure her that I am safe and tame. I’ll approach, and you can pet me while explaining why I’m not attacking—that it’s me. Of course, she won’t believe you at first, but keep insisting, and once you have her at least somewhat convinced, then I’ll shift back into my human form.”
Jordan chuckled. “Instead of petting you, I’ll order you to do tricks. That will be far more convincing.”
“Ha, ha.”
“You know I’m right. How many bears do you know outside a circus that can understand ‘roll over’ and ‘play dead’? Hell, I think I’ll even save a cracker and put it on your snout.”
“I’m not doing dog tricks.” Jon made his way into the living room.
“Then she’ll never really believe it’s you until you shift,” Jordan said, following him. “You might scare her—she might faint. You don’t want that to happen, do you?”
“Fine, fine. I’ll do ‘shake’, but nothing more.” Jon stopped and turned, pointing at his brother in warning. “If you try to put a treat on my snout, I’ll bite your fucking hand.”
Jordan burst into laughter. “What about fetch? Can we at least play fetch?”
* * * *
Sitting on the grassy bank, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, Jon watched Jordan and Ori swim around the spring, playfully splashing each other. Jordan dove under the water, only to come up and capture Ori in his arms. She shrieked, laughing and swatting at his brother.
Damn, she was beautiful. The way the moisture on her bare skin glistened in the sun, the way her hair fanned out and swayed upon the water’s surface…
Jon reached down and adjusted the hardness between his legs.
Whatever made him think that skinny-dipping would be a good idea? Why would he even suggest such a thing?
He had mentioned it when they had first arrived at the spring, not sure what her reaction would be. But knowing how comfortable and uninhibited Ori was, he shouldn’t have been surprised when she squealed in delight, enthusiastically voicing her agreement. She had her clothes stripped off before Jon and Jordan could even blink.
Seeing Jordan dragging Ori toward the shore, Jon rose to his feet, gathering two folded towels and moving to meet them.
“Please, Jordan? Let’s swim some more.”
“You need to eat, sweetheart. You slept through breakfast, remember?”
“But I’m not hungry, dear.”
Jon tossed one towel to his brother, and held the other open, enveloping Oriana in it. “You wouldn’t be so cruel to deny Jordan and me the opportunity to feed you, would you?”
Releasing a heavy sigh, she said, “No, of course not. How could I deny you anything? Anyway, what sane woman wouldn’t want two incredibly sexy men to pamper her?”
They led her toward the blanket lying a few feet away. Guiding her down, Jon placed Ori’s head in his lap and removed the snacks and wine from his basket. Jordan reached into his own basket and pulled out bottle of lotion, then gathered Ori’s feet into his lap.
Oriana giggled as Jon held a piece of apple to her mouth and Jordan squeezed lotion into his palm. “Wow. Hand fed and massaged. Do you guys always treat your girlfriends so well?”
“I do,” Jon replied, focusing on the way her lips wrapped around the succulent bit of fruit. “I don’t know about my brothers. This is the first time we’ve ever shared a girlfriend.”
“I’m your girlfriend? Seriously?”
He chuckled. “What do you consider yourself if not that?”
“I don’t know. I guess I thought I was just one of your lovers. Or a friend with benefits.”
“Well, you’re not just one, you’re my only lover,” Jon said, shoving a piece of cheese into her mouth. “And I plan on keeping it that way. You are also my friend.”
The way she smiled—how her eyes seemed to glow, shined with happiness and love.
“And what about you, Jordan?” she asked. “Do you consider me your girlfriend as well?”
Jordan grinned, but didn’t lift his eyes from his task. “I do,” he replied simply.
“Even though we’re not lovers?”
Jon bit his lip to keep from laughing. Maybe his brother would take the hint from her.
Jordan continued to rub cream into her toes. “I’m sure we will be sooner or later.”
She looked up at Jon and raised her brows, shrugging, then glanced back at Jordan. “Oh. Okay. That sounds…great. Let me know when you’re ready, I guess.”
“Will do.”
Jon smacked his hand over his eyes and shook his head. His brother was so romantically inept. It made him wonder if they were truly related.
“You’re too cute,” she said to Jordan. “You know, if you keep doing what you’re doing, it might have to be sooner than later. I find massages very erotic.”
Jon moved his hand to see his brother’s reaction to that blatant proposition.
Jordan was now rubbing her calves and knees. “Are you aroused, sweetheart?”
“I’m not sure, dear,” she replied. “Would you please check for me?”
Expelling a heavy breath, Jordan wiped his hands on the towel wrapped around his waist. “Of course. Anything for you, Ori.”
Suddenly, his brother tugged open her towel, exposing her naked body to his perusal.
“Your mammary papillae are erect,” Jordan stated. Shifting his gaze lower, he nudged her legs apart, and then—to Jon’s astonishment—spread her pussy wide.
Jordan brushed his thumb over Ori’s nub, and a gasping moan escaped her lips. “And it appears that your labia and clitoris are tumescent.”
Jon was beginning to think he might have underestimated his brother.
Next, Jordan slipped his finger down her slit. “Also, natural vaginal lubrication is present.”
“Wha—what does it all mean?” Ori choked as he continued to explore her wetness.
“Let’s see,” Jordan mused. “Firm nipples, a swollen vulva, a moist vagina… Yes, I would say you are
sexually aroused.”
Oriana shut her eyes and groaned. “I think I’m a more than aroused.”
“Hm.” Jordan removed his hand. “Are you in need?”
Her eyes popped open and she glared. “Are you fucking with me?”
Jordan tried to hide his smile. “Well, Jon lectured me the other day for not taking care of your needs, so today I came prepared.” He reached into his basket and pulled out a small egg-shaped device coated in some kind of rubber material; a remote control was attached to it by a thin, insulated cord.
Oriana moaned as he slid the device into her channel, then pressed a button on the remote. A muted humming filled the air.
“I built this for you the other day,” he explained. “It’s perfectly safe. I followed the industry specifications listed for products of the same design and use.”
“God, Jordan, I love you,” she murmured.
“I love you, too, Ori.”
When Jordan winked at him, Jon knew he’d definitely underestimated his brother.
Jordan then placed his thumb on her clit and strummed it. “I want you to achieve an orgasm, sweetheart. Can you do that for us?”
She nodded.
While Jordan stoked her pussy and steadily increased the vibration of the sex toy, Jon played with her nipples, teasing and plucking the hard buds. Within minutes, Ori was moaning, writhing, her body trembling, her breath ragged.
“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” she panted.
Finally, she tensed, screaming as she climaxed.
* * * *
The rest of the day was playfully lazy. They ate, they drank, they swam, they spent a lot of time talking. But Jon couldn’t bring himself to tell Oriana about her plane. Obviously, Jordan couldn’t either. Oh, they had plenty of opportunities, but it seemed that every time a decent opening occurred, he and Jordan would hesitate, and like that, the moment would pass.
Now they lay silent under the afternoon sun, relaxing. Ori, with eyes closed and small smile, lay sprawled between Jon and Jordan like a content cat. He glanced over her to where Jordan was, capturing his brother’s gaze. Jordan nodded, silently conveying his support.
