by Ivy Barrett
With firm tugs and careful pinches, he made her nipples burn. The sensation was different yet not unpleasant. Her pussy fluttered around Ashton’s cock and he flexed in response, silently reminding her he was with her, inside her where Fyn would never be.
Fyn pushed Ashton’s hands to her breasts and Ashton took over as Fyn moved on. Ashton’s touch was so much better, slower, pulling her gradually from tingles to aching need. Fyn rubbed her belly and stroked her thighs before focusing his attention between her legs.
Corry was stretched around Ashton’s cock. Fyn tried to get his fingers around her clit, but she was pressed too tightly against Ashton’s shaft. Instead, Fyn bent and used his tongue to caress the hood of her clit.
Heat swirled up through her pussy, accenting how completely Ashton filled her. Fyn touched her delicate folds and she felt Ashton shudder. He really didn’t want another man touching him.
He’s touching me, silly man. Have you always been this homophobic?
I don’t particularly want him touching you either.
Then concentrate on me and let me feel how much you want to move. You can’t fuck me until he makes me come.
Damn good point.
As if Marri overheard their telepathic communication, she knelt in the grass beside them and raised her hips high, spreading her thighs in an unmistakable invitation. Fyn kept his tongue centered over Corry’s clit, licking her just hard enough to rub her against Ashton’s shaft.
Tension gathered and Corry tossed her head on Ashton’s chest. Her inner muscles clenched, holding for a breathless moment before they sprang free. Sparks of pleasure showered down on her and she arched violently.
Fyn scrambled over their entwined legs and thrust his cock into Marri’s pussy. Reaching under her body, he grabbed the top of her shoulders and pounded into her.
Ashton’s reaction wasn’t quite as aggressive. He rolled over, sweeping Corry beneath him and pulling her up to her knees. She dug her fingers into the grass and angled her hips to give him deeper access to her heat.
Murmured conversations and the frantic slap of flesh against flesh told her they weren’t the only ones who had lost complete control. Ashton moved in her and against her, and nothing had ever felt so wonderful.
The wind wafted across her damp skin and the faint scent of smoke tickled her nose. They were free, abandoned to the moment and the pleasure of expressing their love. Even in her passion-muddled brain, the word ricocheted.
She couldn’t be in love with Ashton. They were enemies.
His pace slowed. He squeezed her breasts and caressed her folds. He touched all the places Fyn had touched, as if to erase all evidence of the other man. She smiled into the grass, pleased by his subtle show of possessiveness.
He pulled up on her hips and thrust deep one last time. She closed her eyes and waited for the subtle jerk of his cock and the hot splash of his seed. Blinding pleasure accompanied the image, igniting her release.
She cried out and caressed him with firm, rippling clenches. Sensations poured into her. She absorbed them then infused his emotions with hers and passed them back across their intimate link. They shook together, clinging to each other, never wanting it to end.
A sharp cry cut through their sensual haze. Corry watched Fyn shudder as he came deep inside Marri. Similar cries echoed throughout the clearing and Corry glanced at the high priestess. She inclined her head, her lips parting in a gentle smile.
Ashton rolled them to their sides, his cock still buried inside her pussy. He brushed her hair away from her shoulder and nibbled on her neck. “Think we’re on to round two of this sexcapade?”
“The high priestess seemed pleased, but the tribe has the final say.”
“From the number of couples who joined in, I’d say we were able to share our pleasure quite well.”
Fyn and Marri slipped away into the darkness. Corry propped herself on her elbow and looked around. The clearing was all but deserted. Lutton crossed to them, his expression relaxed.
“You have been deemed worthy by the tribe. They were impressed with your willingness to reach inside yourselves and release your inner fire. Many are too encumbered by worldliness to ever experience what you shared with us tonight.”
“What happens now?” Ashton asked.
“Return at dawn and your ceremonial cleansing will begin.”
Chapter Nine
Corry lay facedown in a sort of hammock, her body suspended four feet off the ground. A hole in the flexible material surrounded her face, allowing her to relax without craning her neck. A man stood on either side of her, each massaging a different part of her body. They touched her everywhere, their strong hands dragging moans from her throat. It felt wonderful, but she wasn’t comfortable with the familiarity with which they touched her.
“Thanks, guys. I’ll take it from here.”
Ashton! She sighed and pushed to her forearms, looking over her shoulder at him. “Are we having fun yet?”
“They waxed my chest.” He rubbed the distinct contour of his pectorals. “When she moved between my legs, I kicked the pot right out of her hand. No way was she putting that stuff on my balls.”
Corry chuckled. “You were going to take a razor to me.”
“True, but a razor doesn’t pull your hair out by the roots.”
“Well, they were too fast for me. I’m naked as a baby.”
“It’ll grow back. If that’s what you want.” He grinned and her heart lurched unexpectedly.
She swallowed and licked her lips. “Where will I be when it does?”
“One step at a time, sweetheart. Remember? Let’s get you someplace safe. Then we’ll figure out what it will take to defuse the rebellion.”
“Revolution,” she corrected with a smile. His dark gaze caressed her face. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wished he’d say to her. But he was right. Speculation was useless at this point. They had to focus on each event as it came.
“What’s in the pouch?” she asked.
His intense expression triggered hot flutters in her abdomen. Being naked in front of the two strangers had been awkward. An entirely different tension coiled through her now. Hollow and needful, her body ached for Ashton.
As he neared the hammock, he slid his palm up the back of her leg, from ankle to thigh in one smooth motion. “Lie down and relax. This may feel odd, but you’ll thank me for it later.”
She concentrated on his touch. His warm hands skimmed her hips, her thighs. Corry shivered. Her skin tingled and her pussy tightened. Would it always be like this with him, just a few caresses and her senses caught fire? He rubbed her bottom, easing her cheeks apart.
“Spread your legs and push up just a little,” he coaxed her in a gentle tone.
As she adjusted her position, moist air wafted across her folds and the puckered hole he exposed. This was so—decadent. Corry tried not to squirm, to accept the new sensations, the gentle stimulation, but part of her demanded she resist.
Marri certainly hadn’t minded being entered there. She’d moaned and arched as Fyn thrust his finger in and out of her tight hole.
A cool, slick object circled her anus. Corry jerked back.
“Easy. You’re going to have to accept a lot more than this in a few hours.” One of his hands slipped beneath her, cupping her smooth mound. “Oh yes.” His fingers splayed, stroked and rubbed. “This is why I was going to shave you on the schooner. You are so incredibly soft.”
His gentle caress distracted her as he inserted the unseen object. Her body stretched, burned and surrendered to the firm pressure.
She relaxed as his hands resumed their tender massage. “I think I’m addicted to your skin,” he muttered. “I’ll never get tired of touching you.”
“And I’ll never get tired of being touched by you.”
“Turn over,” he urged after a short pause.
“You’re going to leave it there?” Her voice cracked, revealing her anxiety. It felt strange, alien, yet und
eniably arousing.
“For a while.” He helped her shift onto her back. “Then you’re going to take a bigger one and a bigger one. We’re going to do everything we can so tonight doesn’t hurt.” His dark gaze caressed her body with obvious appreciation. She was moved by the combination of fierce passion and tenderness. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
His jutting cock tented the front of his ridiculous skirt-like garment. Corry smiled and stretched, her gaze locked with his. She tightened her muscles around the butt plug. Sensation curled toward her spine. She needed to rock and thrust—and grind!
“Driving you crazy?” he asked.
“How could you tell?”
“You’re so wet you’re creaming your inner thighs.”
Sexual power surged through her, making her brazen and wild. She lowered her lashes and smiled. Moving her legs to either side of the hammock, she parted her thighs in silent invitation.
Ashton trembled as she spread herself before him. God, she was a feast for the eyes. Her long, slender arms curved up and over her head, dark hair spilled around her shoulders. High, round breasts thrust toward him as she arched her back. Her belly looked soft, her navel begged for his tongue. And her pussy. Dusky, rose-hued petals peeked out between her smooth outer lips. Pearly cream glistened on her folds and pooled around the ring of the butt plug.
“Are you just going to stare?” She shifted restlessly, licking her lips.
“If I touch you intimately, I’ll have to be re-purified.”
She moaned, closing her eyes. “Then why did you have me turn over?”
“So I could watch you touch yourself.”
A violent tremor shook her slender frame. “Will that compromise my purification?” She didn’t open her eyes.
“I don’t think so, but you might be quiet just in case.”
She cupped her breast with one hand and moved the other between her legs. Her fingers stroked, learning the satiny texture of her newly hairless mound. He understood the fascination. He wanted to follow her fingers with his tongue!
“Tell me what you feel,” he coaxed.
“I feel… I need you here.” She angled her hand and pushed her two middle fingers into her core. For a moment, she paused. Her body shook as longing pulsed through her lust, adding a bittersweet edge to her desire.
Ashton’s legs trembled beneath him. His heart demanded he satisfy her longing just as powerfully as his cock ached to fill her empty cunt. Soothe her, cherish her, love her, some inner voice called out to him.
Parting her folds with one hand, she pulled her fingers out and found her clit. Rocking her hips, she circled and rubbed, flicked and pressed. His gaze followed every movement.
“Oh.” Her speed increased and he focused on her face. Her cheeks flushed, her neck arched and her lips parted. She’d never looked more beautiful, more desirable. Last night was bad enough, but Lutton had to enter her body… They were obligated to see this through. Still, the fist around Ashton’s heart refused to release. Why did he feel so protective, so possessive?
Corry moaned and her back arched off the hammock. He smiled. She tended to be vocal when she came. That may have been as close to quiet as she had ever been.
“Feel better?”
Moving her hands to her belly, she sighed. “Not as better as I’d be if you crawled up here with me.”
“That’s not why I’m here.” He reinforced his determination with a deep breath. Nothing would cause her pain. He reached for the pouch he’d placed on the floor earlier. “Turn over, sweetheart. Let’s finish getting you ready for tonight.”
* * * * *
Moonlight bathed the Cliffs of Enarre. Corry stood between Ashton and Lutton while the chief blessed the Celebration of Life. The distinct rhythm of drums and a trilling flute emanated from the darkness, but the musicians were nowhere in sight.
The tribe elders stood near the waterfalls, waiting for the ceremony to begin. They’d watch from the shadows again. Corry pushed the disquieting thought from her mind and focused on the setting. A balmy breeze caressed her face, fragrant with firmine flowers and verdant grass. Countless stars twinkling high above them reflected on the rippling pool.
The chief finished his blessing and the elders followed him into the surrounding jungle.
Heart pounding, mouth dry, Corry wondered how they would begin. She didn’t know the choreography for this particular dance.
“Sight,” Lutton reminded them. “We must celebrate each of our senses. Appreciate the magnificence of the Deity’s creation.” He untied his simple garment and tossed it aside, standing before them naked.
Corry looked at him, acknowledging the masculine beauty of his strong, young body. Ashton followed suit and her heart leapt in greedy response. Lutton’s tall, youthful frame hinted at a strength and virility not yet realized. Ashton was a man in his prime. Rippling muscles and predatory grace combined with devastating effect.
Lutton’s body was smooth and copper-tinted from long hours in the hot, tropical sun. His cock arched away from his body, long and hard. Shifting her gaze back to Ashton, she continued the unavoidable comparison. She wasn’t sure how much of his size was created by his pleasure implants, but his cock made her nipples tighten and her core pulse. She couldn’t wait to feel him deep inside her again.
“Your turn, sweetheart.” Ashton encouraged her with a lazy smile.
She untied her skirt and dropped it to the grass at her feet. Her lack of body hair made her feel exposed, somehow more naked. The men returned her assessing stare, examining her shape as thoroughly as she had studied theirs.
“We shall offer cries of joy as we pleasure each other with touch.” Lutton guided one of her hands to each of their cocks and raised his face to the moonlit sky.
They enjoyed her firm strokes for only a moment before Ashton brushed his mouth over hers. Lutton leaned in as Ashton pulled away. She parted her lips and allowed Lutton’s tongue into her mouth. His taste was different than Ashton’s. Not better, just exotic. A soft growl escaped Ashton as Lutton’s kiss went on and on. Ashton caressed her breasts and rolled her nipples while he waited for Lutton to release her mouth.
Lutton caught her wrist then turned her toward Ashton, his hands warm upon her bare shoulders. “Kiss. Show the Deity you are glad to be alive.”
Ashton framed her face with his hands, his gaze intent upon her face. “I am glad to be alive, and I’m grateful.”
Warm and tender, Ashton’s lips brushed hers. Shivers danced down her spine. Corry returned his kiss with equal caring, communicating her gratitude. Lutton cupped her breasts, pressing his body against her back. She clutched Ashton’s shoulders, restless, uneasy.
Look at me. If you’re frightened, think only of me.
Corry relaxed against him. I’m not afraid. Tilting his head, he ventured between her lips with his tongue. His taste was familiar and comforting. She snuggled into Ashton’s heat, but Lutton lightly restrained her, rolling her nipples and rubbing his cock against the small of her back.
Releasing one breast, Lutton lifted her hair and pressed his mouth against the curve of her shoulder. His tongue swirled and his lips sucked. Tingling heat erupted deep in her belly and her nipples ached. He was a little hard to ignore. Her body certainly had no problem with his participation.
“Suck on her, my brother. Draw passion’s cry from her lips.”
Lutton pulled her arms behind her back and thrust her breasts forward, just as Fyn had done with Marri. Corry instinctively resisted, but Lutton’s hold was firm. She shivered and her pulse sped. How could helplessness feel so empowering? Ashton stroked her breasts, teasing her already-hardened nipples. His eyes gleamed with passion and demand. He was really into this!
“Cry out for us, sweetheart. Let the Deity hear your pleasure.” Ashton’s voice was a throaty purr.
Rolling one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, Ashton drew the other deeply into his mouth. Corry groaned. He sucked harder, applied more pressure with
his fingers. Frissons of pleasure-pain spiked into her chest, sharpened by a splinter of fear. Could she really take both men into her body? Could she look into Ashton’s eyes while Lutton filled her ass?
You don’t need to be afraid. This will give you pleasure like you’ve never known. Think how excited the butt plugs made you. You were born for this.
Ashton knelt in the grass and lifted her leg to his shoulder. Lutton rocked her back, so she leaned against him. “Yes, my brother. Lick her pussy and taste her cream.”
Parting her folds, Ashton circled her clit with his tongue. Corry rested her head on Lutton’s shoulder and closed her eyes. She listened to the drums and savored the sensations Ashton aroused in her.
It didn’t matter that they weren’t alone. She didn’t care that the future was uncertain. Ashton worshiped her with his mouth, setting her senses on fire. She shed her civilized veneer and released her primal nature, unleashed the passionate longings she’d suppressed for so long.
Twisting her arms out of Lutton’s grasp, she tangled her fingers in Ashton’s hair. “More,” she murmured. Ashton raised his gaze without lifting his mouth. The possessive passion in his eyes seared her entire body. “I want to come. Make me come now.”
Lutton chuckled. “You heard her, brother.”
Lutton rolled her nipples, pressing and tugging, while Ashton closed his lips around her clit. Pleasure built within her, gathered, tightened, ready to spring. Ashton flicked his tongue against her clit and she came with a sharp cry, shaking with spasm after spasm of release.
Instead of rising, Ashton lay down in the grass and held his arms out to her. “Take me inside you, my love. I want to feel your body welcome me.”
Corry’s legs trembled as she straddled Ashton’s hips. This time she faced him, which made it all the more intimate. His cock rose proud and tall, more than ready for this celebration. Lutton continued touching her, stroking her shoulders, rubbing her back. Echoes of pleasure rippled her inner muscles, making her emptiness acute. She’d never felt this uninhibited, this wild.
