by Rena Marks
“Hello, sweet,” Jeroc says, and leans down to kiss me. Not on the cheek. Full out, on the mouth. Like a lover. In front of Tijar.
Whoa. That’s different. They’re obviously going full guns tonight before they ask me to pick one. Tijar doesn’t say anything about the kiss.
“How was your hunt?” Jeroc asks him, as if nothing happened.
“Fruitful. I gathered seafood for the parents. They would like us to come over to enjoy it tomorrow.”
Jeroc nods, and looks amazed. “Thank you, my brother. It is not easy to gather seafood,” he tells me. “It must be kept live and carried home in the original water. Otherwise the meat will spoil.”
“You carried home a tub of water?” I turn to Tijar. “Your back must be killing you.”
He shrugs. “It is not too bad. I knew Jeroc’s mother has been craving it. She and his father used to take trips out to the fourth level cave frequently to satisfy her sea-tooth. Now, she enjoys throwing an infrequent dinner party and it gives my parents a night away from the cave.”
“So it’ll be three parents and the three of us?” I’m wondering how that’ll work if they ask me to choose one tonight. Don’t they realize how awkward it will be?
“Yes. It will be fine, Tessa. We do it every month or so, though we haven’t done it since the humans arrived.”
He doesn’t point out what I think is the awkward part, and I’m not about to go there. Then he seats me at the small table, and they take their seats also. The plates are heaped full and as usual, I’ll eat half of mine and they’ll share the rest.
We begin eating in silence. I guess it’s not really different than eating in the main hall, but there, there’s so much other noise from other people that you don’t notice the quiet as much. We’re almost finished eating when Tijar starts.
“You are probably wondering why we’re eating in the cave today, instead of out there.”
I nod. “Normally I have time with you alone when you return from a hunt.”
“I appreciate that. I enjoy the quality time, as Jeroc does, too.”
Here we go.
“But Tessa, now that the three of us understand the same language, Jeroc and I would like to move our relationship to the next level.”
I knew it. The now-familiar dread knots in my abdomen. “I can’t,” I tell them. “I like the way things are.”
Jeroc looks puzzled. “Change is not always a bad thing, Tessa.”
“Isn’t it?” My voice is soft. If only they knew how different I was from the girl I had been.
“No. One thing that is a change in our relationship is now I can tell you I love you.”
My breath catches. This time, he knows what it means. My eyes go wide, and I look at Tijar.
“I love you, too, Tessa.”
They both love me. Neither one looks outraged at the other’s confession.
“I…I—“
“It is okay if you do not yet feel the same for us,” Tijar says. “We will only work harder at making you love us in return.”
They think I don’t love either of them? But that’s not the problem. The problem is I love both of them. “I do,” I blurt out. “I love you, Tijar.” I turn to Jeroc. “But I also love Jeroc.”
“I am glad,” Tijar says.
“As am I,” Jeroc agrees.
I’m a whole hella confused.
“That is why we wish to go on to the next level.” Tijar looks to Jeroc.
Jeroc continues. “We wish to mate with you.”
“We?” I blink dumbly, needing the confusion cleared.
“Tijar and I love you. We wish to mate with you. To be locked together for life.”
“With me?”
“With you.” His voice is gentle.
“Both of you?”
“Of course both of us.” Now Jeroc looks puzzled. “We just explained we love you.”
“You’re not going to ask me to choose one of you?”
Tijar’s jaw drops. “Why would you think that?”
“Because I thought this is where the change was going.”
“Wait,” Jeroc says. “All this time you thought we were vying for your attentions…as competitors?”
I nod. “I didn’t want to come between you. You’ve been friends forever. Your families are friends. I’ve been worried sick.”
“Who would you have chosen?” Tijar asks, his voice curious.
“Neither,” I admit. “I couldn’t. I would have had to let you both go if we couldn’t continue as we are.”
Jeroc smiles triumphantly. “Then a three-way mating is the perfect solution.”
Tijar is grinning just as widely.
“But…but what if one of you finds someone?” I ask, dreading the answer but knowing it must come.
“What if you find someone?” Tijar asks.
“I wouldn’t,” I say, aghast. “I love you. And Jeroc.”
“I love you. I don’t want anyone else either.”
Jeroc nods. “No. I don’t want to see you with anyone else. But Tijar.”
His blue eyes are intense, bordering on a glow. The way they do when he’s sexually aroused.
Tijar notices, too. Oh, boy.
“Come see me, Tessa,” Tijar says. “You have not greeted me properly.” He pulls me by the hand onto his lap, where I automatically straddle him. His hands come to my hips, gripping me tightly. He looks up at my lips as I come down to kiss him.
Jeroc groans behind me. That’s why his eyes are intense. He’s a voyeur, and oh, so interested. That spurs my libido…like she needs any help. Tramp.
I press to Tijar, and insert my tongue into his mouth. He’s more than ready, meeting mine stroke for stroke.
Behind me, I hear Jeroc breathing hard.
Chapter Seven
The two of them have always shared everything. There was never any jealousy—that was simply one of my Earth hang-ups. More than that, Jeroc likes to watch. He’s turned on by his best friend wanting and needing me.
I wonder if Tijar will want to watch when Jeroc and I make love. For some reason, the thought turns me on. It feels a little wicked.
“Let’s get our naughty mate to the nest,” Jeroc says, and his voice is deep with desire.
“I’ve missed her,” Tijar says, nipping my lips. “Her lips are full and swollen, like ripe fruit.”
“Mmm,” Jeroc says. “I would like to see if her other lips match.” His words send a shot of heat down my core.
Tijar picks me up and carries me to the furs. He lays me flat on my back, and pulls my skirt down my thighs, over my knees, down off my feet. One hand reaches up and unties the triangle of underwear, freeing my pussy for their view. He bends my legs, and separates them.
I’m spread-eagled, and they both look their fill. I feel wanton. Of course each one has seen me, but never have they seen me at the exact same time.
“She is so beautiful there,” Jeroc murmurs. With a slow touch, he unbinds his loincloth and his cock bursts free.
Right in front of Tijar.
Whoa, that’s sexy. With Tijar right in the room, watching his newly freed cock with interest.
With interest.
“Is that what has brought you so much pleasure, my Tessa?” Tijar asks, as he trails a finger down my sensitive slit. “Jeroc’s cock?”
I moan and tilt my hips, hoping his finger will separate my lips and push inside me.
“I think our Tessa loves to see your cock,” Jeroc says. “Sweet girl, do you want me to show you Tijar’s too?”
“Yes,” I gasp, because that’s about all I’m capable of.
Tijar gets up on his knees and to my surprise, Jeroc moves behind him. His hands reach around Tijar’s waist, and my heart begins to pound. Slowly he unties his loincloth. As it drops away, Jeroc reaches up between his legs and whisks it out from his body.
My blood burns as it pulses through my sex. If he were to grab the thick cock standing at attention, I think I would have orgasmed right there. But h
e doesn’t. Instead he says to Tijar, “I would love to watch you lick her sweet cunt.”
Tijar doesn’t hesitate. He drops to his stomach, cups my ass in his hands and delves in. He licks me mercilessly, until I’m gasping. He’s not sucking though, he’s prolonging the pleasure.
All the time, Jeroc watches. His eyes are wild with lust. “Tessa,” he says. “Will you do to Tijar what you did to me? With your mouth?”
“It’s a blowjob, baby,” I say, and push Tijar back. He lies back on a pillow, and I crawl over his legs.
He gasps as he looks down his body at me, as if the image of my face lined up with his cock is too much. In that case, I’m about to blow his mind.
I lean toward him and blow heated breath on his cock. He groans, and I look up in time to catch his eyes cut to Jeroc, who’s still off to the side of me. Tijar looks shocked.
I take his whole cock into my mouth, and suck it gently. His flavor is sharp and sweet. He makes a choking sound and then his hand is on my head, grinding my mouth down on his cock.
“I told you it’s amazing,” Jeroc murmurs. Then his hand snakes up the back of my thigh, pats my rear and moves underneath to my pussy to find my clit. I’m so wet his finger is sliding around my swollen tissues. I open my legs to make it easier for him, and I get on my knees. My ass wriggles higher in the air as I rise, and him playing around down there is making me more aggressive on Tijar’s cock. I’m sucking and nibbling fiercely.
Before I know it, he loses his load and yells my name even as my mouth is filling with cum. I swallow it down and then I’m shocked when I feel a tongue where the fingers had just been. Jeroc’s going at me from behind even as I lick Tijar clean.
“That’s so sexy,” Tijar says, and slides down to kiss me. His tongue is stroking against mine, over and over, when Jeroc spears his tongue into my pussy. Two tongues in me, simultaneously, is just too much, and I explode, whimpering and quivering. Tijar hauls me up to lean against his chest to recover.
I’m panting with exertion, and Jeroc is leaning up against the wall, his abs shiny with his own release. He was so excited he came with his own hand while he licked me. I crawl up between them, and Tijar spoons me from behind, his enormous dick pressed against the cheeks of my ass. Jeroc is kissing me softly, and murmuring soft words of love.
I’ve never been happier.
We doze for a bit, then wake up and do it all over again. We head down to the pool, wash quickly and head back to Jeroc’s so we can explore sex between three of us again. Tijar brings a basin of hot water this time.
As soon as we close the curtain, my guys pounce. They spread me out on the nest, and tell me to hold my knees open to my chest. Then, they get close up together, and I feel two tongues tasting me. Before long I’m quivering, and wondering if they accidentally slip and bump each other’s tongues as they pleasure me. I come hard within minutes, and push Jeroc down flat. I lean over his dick, and give him his turn at a blow job, while Tijar fucks me slowly from behind.
I decide I really, really love two cocks.
We wash up with the now-cold basin of water, and fall asleep in a tangled mass of arms and legs.
* * * * *
I wake up with warmth on both sides of me. Jeroc is smiling. “Good morning, my love.”
“Morning.”
“Good morning,” Tijar mumbles against my back, as he spoons me.
Wow. We did this. The three of us totally did this. The guys aren’t as impressed.
“I can’t believe we get seafood tonight. We should take a trip soon. Show our Tessa around the planet,” Jeroc says to him over my head.
“Sounds good,” Tijar says. “Remember the waterfalls we went to as kids?”
“Will your parents ask tonight? Why there happens to be three of us?” I ask.
“They’ll pretty much assume,” Jeroc says drily.
Against my back, I feel Tijar shrug. “It happens,” he says. “No one will be surprised.”
I forget how different everything is on this planet.
“How about if we bathe and dress? If we eat now, we’ll be hungry again come dinnertime,” Jeroc continues.
I grumble, because I’m worn out and I just want to curl up and sleep. But I follow my guys to the pool, because hell, they’re going to be naked. We spend a leisurely day hanging out, visiting people. I’m tender between the legs, and instead of being uncomfortable, it’s a reminder of what we shared between us. I’ve never felt better.
When the dinner smells start, we head to Jeroc’s mother’s cave. Jeroc rattles the door out of respect, even though we can hear sounds inside. The curtain is pushed aside.
“Welcome, my son.” Jeroc’s mother, Geviva, looks like him, but she’s got black eyes. I have to assume he got the blue from his father, who’s passed. After kissing him soundly, she turns to me. “Welcome, Tessa,” she says and kisses me also. Her nose flares slightly, and I wonder if she’s sniffing me. Good Lord.
Then she turns to Tijar, who takes her first, then bends and kisses her, sweeping her off her feet. When she comes back up, she swats him away. “You scamp,” she hollers, but her voice is mild.
Jeroc laughs and brings me by the hand to Tijar’s parents, who are sitting Japanese-style on a fur skin near the fire. They stand as we approach, leaving small round pillows underneath them.
“Serrata. Baldeem. You’ve met Tessa.”
Tijar’s mother is petite, but still regal. His father looks like him, but an older version. They nod, and his mother smiles at me. Each one bends to kiss my cheek. I had met them before, of course. But things were different when you couldn’t understand and know the relationships between people. Plus, knowing that the three of us are mated now makes things a bit different, too.
“Tessa, my dear. Please sit,” Serrata says, and rolls a pillow to me. Then she and her husband take a seat, and Jeroc grabs another couple of pillows from a shelf for him and Tijar, who’s moved to my other side.
“Try the dip,” Geviva says, bringing what looks like a crab dip over, with some small vegetables on a tray. “It is quite delicious. Cammie came up with it on her last duty in the kitchen.”
“Any idea what job you would like to do?” Baldeem asks me, taking a vegetable and swirling it through the dip.
“I was thinking of teaching exercise dance classes,” I say. “Perhaps to the children. It’ll give their parents a couple hours reprieve. Or, the classes could start up during the wet seasons, or even winter. So when we’re holed up, the adults have something to do.”
“That is a great idea,” Serrata says. “I would be very interested in that. What exactly is exercise dance?”
Tijar snickers. “You would volunteer for something you do not know?”
“Oh, quiet,” his mother admonishes. “Naturally I would do that for Tessa.”
“It’s a dance that humans do. But it’s intense, so it’s considered a form of exercise.”
“Is that why you have more muscles than most of the other humans?” Geviva asks.
I nod.
“I don’t believe we’ve ever seen it,” Jeroc says. “Do you feel up to giving us a show?”
I look around the cave. “It’ll have to be a little one. One day when we’re outside or in the main cave, I’ll show you the full extent.” I stand, move to the center of the cave and begin to stretch.
The ladies squeal as if this is the dance.
“This is warming up my muscles,” I tell them. “So I don’t injure cold muscles.”
“Remember that time you hauled a rock from the cave by yourself?” Serrata asks her husband. “You probably should have stretched first.”
He harrumphs, which makes Tijar and Jeroc look at each other and snicker.
My stretches done, I move into a plié to relevé, and then move into an arabesque. I hold it, and the entire time, I’m thinking of how to make moccasin-ballet slippers.
“Whoa!” A young male voice from behind me says. I turn, chest heaving. “Wow. I’ve never see
n anything like that,” he says. “Can you teach me, Tessa?”
Tijar’s little brother, Jereek, is named after Jeroc’s father. He’s skinny and lanky, and looks like a ten year old. Of course in Blaedonian years, I have no idea how old he is.
I smile at him. “Yes, I could teach you. But it’s hard work.”
“But the girls will be so jealous.”
“Trust me, you’re not going to want them jealous soon,” Tijar says.
Jereek squeals when he sees his brother, and runs into his embrace. I move back where the rest sit, and collapse onto my pillow. Jeroc hauls me against him and presses a kiss to my head.
His parents’ eyes are sharp as they watch our interaction. Tijar tickles his brother and then plops him in his lap. He gathers his hair and braids it into a single pleat. “Let’s spruce you up,” he whispers into his ear. “I’m trying to impress Tessa.”
Jereek gives me a look out of the side of his eye. “I think Jeroc impressed her.”
Tijar sighs. “Then I shall have to entice her with an adorable baby brother.” With Jereek’s hair now braided, Tijar pushes him off his lap.
“Are you hungry, little imp?” Geviva asks him.
“Nah.” He uses his arm to wipe his nose. “Me and Ditorno ate with Maca and Jezebel.”
There’s a small noise at the door to the cave, and another little voice coughs pointedly.
Jereek’s eyes widen. “Oh yeah. Mom, I forgot why I came. Can me and Ditorno go with Maca and Jezebel and Atareek and Valencia outside the gates? To sweem? Jezebel says lessons are free right now.”
I laugh outright. “Don’t let her trick you. Lessons are always free.”
“You may,” Serrata says. “But you pay careful attention to whatever the adults say.”
“I will. Thanks, mum!” He jumps up and plants a sloppy kiss on her cheek. “Thank you,” he hollers as he runs across the cave, snagging a vegetable on the way. “Bye, Tessa.”
“Bye,” I call out.
“Looks like you have one student enrolled,” Geviva says to me. “He’ll be too enthusiastic.”
“Yes, but he’s adorable.”
