Brown, Berengaria - Raw Need [Raw Claiming 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Brown, Berengaria

  While the teams had been away checking the limestone caves, each breakfast time also included an update of their activities. Finding two women alive had been immensely satisfying, especially since Tatiana would be their community’s oldest member by quite a few years.

  Hazel was torn between hoping the teams discovered more people alive and the worry that the remaining survivors may have turned feral. “If they discarded the old lady, it doesn’t sound as though they were a supportive group, does it? Besides, once they start discarding members, I think it would be easier and easier to leave behind the old, the children, the slow, and the weak, the strong forging ahead and ignoring the rest,” she said.

  “It does sound rather as though that’s what happened,” said Peyton.

  “Yeah, the definition of civilization is an ability to care for the weak. It sure doesn’t sound like that’s what happened in the caves,” added Sandy, who worked on the mechanics team with Peyton.

  “Also, they hadn’t settled somewhere and started planting crops. So either they expected to be rescued long before their food ran out, or else they hadn’t thought that out too well either,” said Hazel.

  “But there’s a lake, so they could go fishing, couldn’t they?” asked Tyler.

  “Yes, I expect that’s what they were hoping to do,” said Sandy.

  “However, as a plan, that may not work. It would depend where the water came from. They would need to test the water to check it was clean. If it wasn’t, the fish—if there were any fish—could be poisonous to eat,” explained Peyton.

  “Reuben and Kenan won’t eat bad fish. They’re too smart.”

  Hazel smiled at Tyler. “That’s true.”

  “Besides, they took plenty of food and water with them,” added Sandy.

  But later that night, in bed, she whispered to Peyton, “I do worry about them. I know they’re trained military, and have all the gadgets and support we could give them, but that doesn’t stop me stressing. I lie here wondering if the survivors have turned feral and are attacking them. Or if maybe the people there have survived on radioactive food and water, and may seem normal, but then steal the team’s supplies. What if our teams get lost in that underground cave system and wander around trying to find their way out again. Or if there’s a cave-in.”

  “Sssh.” Peyton tugged her tighter against his chest. “They’re grown men, Hazel. Grown men who’ve fought overseas, who’re experienced and knowledgeable at their job. I’m worried about them, too, but I trust them to use their skills and training to stay safe. We must have faith in them to do their job right.”

  Peyton kissed her forehead, and she turned her face up to him, offering him her mouth. It was strange. All these years she’d slept alone, yet now, having one big man in bed with her didn’t feel enough. She missed the physical presence of Kenan and Reuben as well. She wanted them back here, safe, in bed with her and Peyton. But she also knew chaining them to her side would make them miserable. They were elite soldiers, and searching and fighting and being out in the field was something they both needed to do. She had to be patient and trust their good sense to bring them back safe and sound.

  Hazel let her hand wander down Peyton’s hard body, her fingers tugging on his soft chest hair as she went. When she reached the nest of curls surrounding his cock, she deliberately avoided touching his balls or shaft, instead running her fingers through the curls, stroking and petting him as she would a cat.

  His breathing became louder, and his arms tightened around her, but he didn’t attempt to stop her, letting her play as she wished.

  Hazel pressed her lips to his, tasting him. His flavor was so very male somehow, all man, yet his touch was gentle and reassuring. He never tried to push her, yet somehow she always wanted him—them—whenever they were alone together.

  He slid his knee between her legs, resting it up against her cunt. At the same time he slipped his tongue between her lips, running it along the insides of her cheeks then letting it dance with her own tongue.

  She pressed her aching breasts against the wall of muscle that was Peyton, feeling her nipples dig into him to indicate how aroused she was. Then she sucked on his tongue, reveling in his touch, his taste, his scent. The whole package that was Peyton.

  His big, rough hands slid up and down her back, massaging her shoulders, kneading her ass, teasing her sides.

  She grasped his cock and held it to her entry, lifting one leg high to give herself room to take him in. She wiggled, she squeezed her internal muscles, and he drove inside her, filling her, stretching her, completing her. The love and passion seemed to pour from Peyton into her. It was almost overwhelming, the deep, abiding desire of him to please her, and her response to please him in return.

  At times she still had trouble comprehending how she had survived, been rescued, and been accepted into this community when so many others had simply disappeared. Then, not just being safe, but having three—three!—men to share her life with. Each of them so different, each one adding another dimension to their relationship as a family.

  Hazel clenched her inner muscles tight, holding Peyton’s dick deep inside her, reveling in her power over him. Until he flipped her onto her back, kneeled up, held her ass still, and drove into her fast and furious, stroking over and over again, their bodies slamming together, sending her crashing into an orgasm. Still he didn’t stop, merely pushing a finger into her ass to add more sensations to his fucking, tilting her ass higher to get an extra fraction of an inch of penetration.

  Sweat was dripping from his body onto hers, adding another sensation to one of utter possession and claiming. He lowered his mouth to her breast and began teasing her nipples as he fucked her with his cock and his finger. Peyton sucked her entire areola into his mouth, scraping his teeth over her nipple as he did.

  All Hazel could do was hang on to his arms. Her body was still shaking from her orgasm, but there was no sign of it stopping. Instead, all the extra stimulation was driving her straight into a second climax. Yes, she was coming again. Close, so close. Then, Holy Hannah! Her second orgasm crashed over her, both her arms and legs quivered, her toes rolling back against the soles of her feet and the explosion almost blowing the top of her head off.

  She knew her nails were digging into Peyton’s skin, but she had no control over her body anymore, as wave after wave of release washed over her, dragging her with it. Hot cum burst in her pussy as Peyton came, and she managed to loosen her grip on him enough that he could roll them both onto their sides.

  “Wow! Just, wow!” she said.

  “You’re always wow,” he whispered, kissing her earlobe.

  Chapter Four

  The eight hours the two teams were off searching seemed, on the one hand, to be a very long time, yet on the other to be far too short a time to decide the future of an entire community of people.

  Reuben wasn’t sure whether he was hoping his team found the Edu-Tech group or not. But the more he heard from Tatiana and Ruth, the more he was sure that unless someone had grown a brain and a backbone, and become a genuine leader, things weren’t looking good for them.

  Each of the four of them, in turn, had taken a nap to avoid anyone becoming overtired. Each had also walked around the main cave, stretching their legs and keeping their brains fresh.

  Most of the rest of the time Ayla had cared for the women, encouraging them to eat the minute quantities of food and water Jack, their medic, had left prepared for them, while Lucas talked to them wanting to know every detail of their lives.

  He’s gotten it bad. He’s going to claim Ruth, Reuben guessed. And the woman seemed to be responding to him, her words and responses still sharp, but a gentler look in her gaze when it rested on Lucas than previously.

  One of them always held the mic, keeping in constant touch with the teams and with their home base. From time to time, Greg or Gideon responded only with clicks, causing Reuben to tense, wondering what was happening, but each time it was a false alarm, and they’d seen n
o people at all.

  The rock chimney and the lake were exactly where Ruth had told them, and there was a lot of dumped equipment and personal possessions at the top of the shaft, but no food or weapons.

  Dave and Jed had taken water samples from various parts of the lake, while others had searched for plant life and fish, but none was discovered.

  The team had found several places the people from Edu-Tech had used as camp sites, each one littered with trash and discarded belongings, but no people, alive or dead, and no signs of death or illness. After hours of searching, the team had returned to the trucks, and Gideon reported to the captain.

  “You’ve done all you can at the moment. I’ll send the second Chinook to meet you back with Team C. Take extra care on the way back just in case,” said the Captain.

  “Understood.”

  Before any of them were allowed on the helicopters, they had to strip, and all their clothing and equipment was sealed into bags. Team C guarded the area as Teams K and D were tested for radioactivity then hosed off with high-pressure, antibacterial spray. Finally they were issued sterile towels and clean uniforms and allowed into the helicopters.

  The medics surrounded Ruth and Tatiana, although Yuri, Lucas, and Jed stayed nearby, too, and Reuben finally relaxed, knowing others were in control now, and he was on his way back home. Home to Hazel and Peyton. Home to the big bed where he and Kenan would join again with Hazel and Peyton to fuck as a foursome. To live as a family. To rear the boy to be part of the new generation of people to survive in this changed world.

  * * * *

  For the next few weeks, all those who’d been to the caves were kept busy writing reports, making much better maps, and, in the cases of Tatiana and Ruth, completing medical and psych testing.

  “There’s no doubt they’ll be accepted though, is there?” Hazel asked.

  “Hell, no. They looked after themselves for months after Charlie was shot. They made their supplies last longer than anyone could have imagined, and most of all they remained positive and committed to survive. Yuri, Lucas, and Jed are mighty lucky men to get a wife and a mom out of the trip.”

  “Do you think someone will claim Tatiana?” asked Hazel.

  “She’s old, but she’s a long way from dead. Her mind is very active. If her hormones are, too, I don’t see why not. Some of the men are likely less than ten years younger than her,” said Peyton.

  “Once she’s been eating better and doing physiotherapy for her aches and pains for a few months, I reckon she’ll seem ten years younger herself,” added Kenan.

  “Fascinating as this conversation is, I had other ideas about what we’d be doing tonight,” said Reuben, unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it on the floor.

  “You’re thinking about doing a load of laundry?” guessed Hazel with a grin.

  Reuben looked blank, but Peyton gave a crack of laughter. “She’s got you there, my friend.”

  “Sassy little thing, aren’t you,” said Kenan, swatting her rear.

  “So what’s the plan tonight? All three of us in Hazel, or two doubles? I know you ex-military types. You always have a plan,” said Peyton.

  “Actually the Captain said I get to decide,” said Hazel.

  “Yes, he did. So what is madam’s pleasure tonight?” asked Reuben with a bow.

  Hazel bit a fingernail. What did she want?

  “I think I’d like to play. I want you naked in a row on the bed. Let me go get a few implements of torture first.”

  “Oooo I’m scared,” teased Reuben.

  Hazel grabbed some of their clothing off the floor and blindfolded them all with shirts and underwear. Then she rummaged around in the small living area of the apartment to find a few things with different textures. Of course the three of them could easily cheat and see what she was doing, but she expected they’d enjoy the game and play along.

  She collected some toys then climbed onto the bed, seating herself at their feet. “I don’t have arms as long as you all do. Scrunch up close together so I can reach you all,” she ordered.

  Obligingly, they wiggled closer together. Kenan was in the middle, so she sat across his hips, which meant she could easily reach all three of them.

  His hands instantly reached down to touch her. She slapped them aside. “Nuh-uh. All of you put your arms above your heads.”

  “We’re going to play ‘Simon says’?” teased Peyton.

  “Hazel says,” corrected Kenan.

  “Well, right now, Hazel says you must all hold hands and keep your arms above your heads and out of my way,” she said.

  Mumbling and joking, they linked their hands above their heads. She waited absolutely still for at least a minute before she trailed her fingers across their chests, first Peyton’s, then Kenan’s. Then Reuben’s. Then she rolled each of their balls in turn.

  Again she waited, sitting totally still for at least a minute. She watched their chests rising and falling, their thigh and arm muscles tensing, and delighted in the sense of power one small woman could hold over three big, strong men.

  Next she picked up a feather that Tyler had collected from the farm. She thought it had probably come from a goose, but maybe it was from a chicken or even a turkey. It didn’t really matter. What mattered was the way she teased it across their nipples—Reuben, Kenan, Peyton, Kenan, Reuben. Across and back again.

  Still flicking the feather lightly across their skin, she picked up her hairbrush in her other hand. Twisting her whole body slightly, she teased Peyton’s pecs with the brush, the feather, the brush. Then she repeated her actions with Kenan, and then Reuben.

  Three cocks were growing bigger before her eyes. When she touched one man, and he grunted or groaned, all three cocks waved. She raised her gaze to their hands and noticed each of them clenching the hands they held. Aha. They were ramping up the tension in each other by their connection. Awesome!

  She moved the brush and feather into the same hand, twirling them across chests and thighs, sometimes so lightly they scarcely touched the skin, other times harder and more purposefully.

  “Dammit, woman, you’re killing me here,” moaned Peyton.

  “Yeah, me, too,” said Kenan.

  “Three strikes you’re out,” added Reuben, sitting bolt upright and pulling her over his body.

  “Ooomph,” she gasped, all the breath leaving her body as she landed with a thud.

  “Let’s get all these clothes off you,” said Peyton, sitting up and reaching for her shirt.

  “You hold her still, Reuben, and I’ll help Peyton,” said Kenan.

  Peyton was kneeling, his cock level with her mouth. Naughtily, she stretched her neck forward and flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, tasting his essence.

  “Ahhh,” groaned Peyton, thrusting his hips forward and giving her more of his cock.

  “Mmmm,” she replied, sucking him inside her mouth and rubbing her tongue along his shaft.

  Four hands peeled her clothes off her very quickly, and Reuben wiggled until his cock was at her cunt. He grabbed her hips and thrust up into her.

  Kenan’s fingers were at her ass, lubing her hole, stretching the tight muscles there, but she couldn’t push back onto him as Reuben was gripping her tightly. So she let Peyton slide partway out of her mouth then scraped her teeth over the head of his cock, loving how more drops of pre-cum landed on her tongue as she did that.

  It was incredibly arousing having three men surrounding her like this, touching her, claiming her, loving her. She was very wet with anticipation, more than ready for whatever came next.

  A sharp slap on her butt made her jump, and Peyton slid even farther out of her mouth.

  “Okay, time to get this show on the road. Peyton, get your ass flat on the bed so Hazel can climb onto you,” ordered Kenan.

  Peyton lay flat then gently tugged her over his body, sliding his damp cock deep into her pussy in the same smooth move. “You felt damn good sucking my cock into your mouth, but I like this even better,”
he said.

  “Now me,” said Kenan, fitting the head of his cock to her ass and rocking steadily as he pushed his way in.

  Reuben slid behind Kenan and began preparing his ass. Hazel couldn’t see what was happening, but his every twitch and shiver was plain for her to feel. She knew they heightened the arousal of all the men, each one’s responses feeding back into all the others.

  When Reuben finally thrust into Kenan’s butt, they all groaned along with Kenan, every one of them reveling in the completion of them as a unit, a foursome, a family.

  As always they synchronized their strokes so all pushed in together and all withdrew together. This maneuver always sent goose bumps running up and down Hazel’s spine. Sex was so much more intense like this, vastly more satisfying with their bodies intertwined. Hips pumping together. Even their hearts were beating in unison.

  Slowly they increased the speed, thrusting harder, deeper, more powerfully.

  Hazel was patting, stroking, anyone she could reach, raising her legs and curving her feet inward to use her toes to pet male legs, while her hands caressed arms and shoulders. But it was so difficult to concentrate. An orgasm was building inside her, growing, coiling, strengthening deep in her belly.

  “Now!” ordered Reuben, and like a flame to tinder, the single word was sufficient to set them all off. The climax burst through Hazel like an explosion, sensations roaring up her spine and lighting the fire in her pussy, her ass, her nipples, and every nerve ending in between.

  Her cunt and ass gripped the cocks inside her, rippling around them, her cream pouring from her as jets of hot cum streamed into her from Peyton and Kenan. Her body shook in release, but that only encouraged all three men to hold her tighter, sandwiched between them as they kept thrusting, kept filling her, kept on coming.

  She could feel Reuben releasing, too, feel his hips pumping into Kenan, feel Kenan’s response.

  Her orgasm seemed to last forever, and then finally they all collapsed into a limp, sweaty heap, bodies tangled together, hearts pounding, chests heaving to drag air into empty lungs.