Unforgotten Family (An Ariel Kimber Novel Book 6)

by Mary Martel

  It felt weird to be naked with this many people in so small a space. I had spent far too much time naked lately and around other naked people. At least these ones were people I actually wanted to be naked around. Those other ones... Ugh. I really did not want to think about seeing Adrian's dick ever again. For a chubby man, you'd think his, you know, might be, er, chubbier?

  Good lord.

  I was out of my own freaking mind and thinking about chubbies instead of focusing on what was going on right in front of me.

  "Really?" Quinton drawled, and my head snapped up and zeroed in on him. He wasn't looking at me though. He was solely focused on our companions, and he looked annoyed again.

  "What's the—"

  My lips parted and my eyes widened.

  Damien's eyes were closed and his hands were balled into tight fists at his sides. He stood stock-still as Julian's soapy fist pumped up and down on his cock. My eyes were glued to Julian's hand, and I stared in fascinated wonder as if I'd never seen hands or a cock before.

  It was a beautiful sight that had wetness pooling between my legs. I was instantly turned on. But it felt wrong to watch, like I was interrupting something, their intimate moment together, and I took an unsteady step back.

  Damien's eyes snapped open and zeroed in on me. Julian's hand stopped just under the thick tip of Damien's cock and stayed there. His head came up out of Damien's neck and gazed at me with eyes that had heated into pools of liquid lust.

  "Don't let me interrupt you two," I choked out in a voice that squeaked at the end. I felt heat hit my cheeks and knew I'd be blushing scarlet. I glanced down and found it had spread down my chest as well and there were red splotches everywhere. Not very attractive.

  "You're not interrupting us," Damien murmured. "You could never do that."

  "Oh no," Julian agreed, "we want to put you between us. Come on over here and take over for me so I can put my hands on you instead."

  "Oh yes," Damien murmured happily. "Please."

  Oh lord, they sounded like the Salt and Pepper twins right now. I hadn't had sex with them yet, because they, too, wanted to put me in between them and make a sandwich. In theory a sandwich sounded awesome and I'd even read up about it, and not just in romance books. I googled the shit out of it and it had scared the crap right out of me. It just looked so damn painful, and I'm not even going to lie here, I wimped out when words like stretching came out to play.

  No sir.

  "Ugh, guys," I said quietly as I took a step back. My back met with glass and I placed my palms flat against the glass, steadying myself. I laughed nervously and shot panicked eyes in Quinton's direction.

  "Oh for fuck's sake," he muttered under his breath. Then, ever the asshole, still it couldn't be denied that he knew me better than most anyone else, he growled at them, "She's never had anal sex before and isn't in the mood to try it out today. Why the hell do you think she hasn't slept with the twins yet? It scares her. Right now you're both scaring her too, and that’s not why I allowed you idiots to come in here with me. Either knock it off or get the fuck out. Those are your only two options."

  "No anal," Julian said, as he nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Got it. We can save that for another time."

  I was so sure.

  I did the only thing I could think of. When the talk of anal came up and there were hard cocks everywhere, I turned.

  Well...

  I turned away from them and I ran. I fled the shower and I heard the glass door slam shut behind me. My wet feet slipped on the tile and I threw a hand out to catch myself before I could fall. The palm of my hand slid along the glass, but I managed to regain my balance and catch myself before I fell.

  Outrageously, I thought about how badly we needed a rug in here. There'd be no slipping and falling on the wet floor then. Maybe in yellow or orange, either Dash’s or my colors would do.

  I whipped my head around so I could see them all and shouted, "Since you're all so interested in ass, why don't you just fuck each other?"

  The look in Quinton's eyes told me I was going to pay for that. Damien and Julian seemed amused, which was far better than being insulted. I wasn't sure how often it happened, but they definitely did fuck each other. Maybe one day they'd let me watch. That could be good.

  I turned back around and raced for the door while grabbing the towel off the hook. I clutched the towel to my chest, there was no time to wrap up in it just yet, and practically slammed into the door. I tried not to think about how I was flashing them all my backside, and since I'd put on a little bit more weight it probably jiggled a bit when I walked. Hopefully it was a good kind of jiggle, the kind that caused excitement instead of distaste.

  With quick, jerky movements, I got the door unlocked and open. I heard the glass door opening and bolted.

  The problem was, I didn't have any clothes on and there was nowhere for me to go while naked. I couldn't run down the hallway shrieking like a banshee while clutching a towel to my chest with most of my naked body on display.

  I tried to slam the door to the bathroom shut behind me, but a body slammed into it from the other side and it burst open. I stumbled back and giggled hysterically.

  A wet, naked body slammed into me from behind. He wrapped his arms around me and tackled me to the ground. I clutched his arms and shrieked while we fell to the ground. He shifted so that when we landed, he was mostly on his back, taking the brunt of the fall, and I was mostly on top of him. The towel got tangled up around my legs in the fall and I was forced to let go of it, baring my naked body.

  I didn't have it in me to care as I squirmed around while wrestling with the arms wrapped tightly around me. To my surprise, the arms didn't have deliciously hot flames tattooed up them.

  Huh.

  I figured only Quinton would have been brave and ballsy enough to tackle my naked ass down to the rug on my floor. As Quinton came into view standing over me, I guessed I'd been sorely mistaken. Damien stepped up next to him and they both smirked down at me. Quinton's body shook with silent laughter and Damien's eyes raked over my body, instantly heating. I'd seen that look before, but never from him.

  With his arms still wrapped around me, Julian sat up abruptly and took me with him. I sat naked in Julian's lap with his arm underneath my breasts, pushing them up higher. Both guys standing over us dropped their eyes down to my breasts, and Quinton's eyes heated just like Damien's had.

  Oh boy.

  I was in trouble now and very much on display.

  "Uh, Julian," I rasped out, my mouth suddenly dry. My own eyes dropped down and both of their cocks were basically right in front of my face. I squirmed in Jules's lap and felt his hard cock pressed up tight against part of my ass cheek and part of my thigh. "I think maybe you should let me go now."

  Yeah, that sounded good. Let me go so I could run away from all of these dicks and hide because I had no idea what to do with so many of them at once.

  Julian gave me a gentle squeeze and shook me slightly from side to side. He buried his face in my neck and trailed his tongue up the column of my throat. I jerked in his arms and my gaze shot up from the cocks swaying in front of me to their eyes. Quinton's eyes were glued to where Julian's tongue and mouth were on me. Damien's eyes were still eyeing up my breasts.

  Julian nipped playfully at my ear. "Yeah, sorry, sweetheart, but I don't think that's going to happen any time soon. I happen to like you right where you are, and it doesn't look like I'm the only one."

  He placed several kisses along my neck, scraping his teeth along the way, almost like he was teasing me with the threat of biting me, but never actually did it. I shivered and my nipples hardened. Damien, still watching them attentively, made a noise that sounded an awful lot like a whimper at the sight.

  "I think he liked that," Julian whispered huskily in my ear. "Maybe we can get him to make some more noises, hmm? Maybe I can get you to make some of your own to match him. Would you like that, Ariel?"

  His hands spread out, and his ar
ms around me went from restraining me to keep me there to loosening so he could feel me, trailing his fingers along my suddenly overheated skin. Julian didn't mess around and his hands moved right in, cupping my breasts and pushing them together. His thumbs brushed over my nipples and I couldn't help it, I made a noise almost exactly like the one Damien had, only a little bit higher and a whole lot more feminine.

  Julian got exactly what he wanted.

  He nuzzled my neck as he continued to play with my nipples. I couldn't take my eyes off of his hands, I was completely mesmerized with what they were doing to my body and the tingles that were shooting from my nipples straight down to my pussy. It clenched greedily around nothing and could feel myself already starting to get wet.

  "Julian," I murmured quietly, as I shifted around on his lap, trying to rub up against his hardness.

  Julian released his hold on my breasts. With one hand, he pinched my nipple and rolled it between his finger and his thumb. My hips shifted and my ass rubbed up against his erection. Julian groaned and the sound, so close to my ear, sent another tingle through me as my skin began to overheat.

  His free hand trailed slowly down my stomach, and the muscles beneath his hand tensed with every inch it slid down my bare stomach. My eyes went-half mast as his hand moved down past my belly button, down even further, over my mound, and in. His fingers slipped through my arousal and brushed against my clit.

  Julian pushed his knees up between my legs, and my thighs fell to either side of his. He spread his legs wide and took mine with him, opening me up to the view of the men standing before us and opening me up to his gently probing fingers. He circled my clit with his thumb as he pushed two fingers inside me. My pussy immediately clenched around his fingers and my arms went up, my hands went behind us both and I gripped the back of his head and his hair in my clinging fingers.

  I couldn't tear my eyes away from his fingers as he very slowly thrust them in and out of me. My shoulders rested on his chest with my head on his shoulder, but my back was arched into a curve and my breasts were thrust up and out, seeking more of his touch as he played with my nipple.

  Little noises began to slip past my lips as my hips gyrated with each glide in and out of his fingers, always chasing behind them and begging for them back. He never made me wait for it and always immediately thrust them back inside. His thumb picked up his pace, circling around my clit faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the little nub each time until he brushed all along it with each swipe around.

  He kissed and sucked along my neck, and I tilted my head to the side to give him better access. It felt so damn good. Everything he was doing to me felt so damn good.

  Someone made a rough noise and my head jerked up in surprise. I'd momentarily forgotten that there were other people in the room here with us. My half lowered eyes slowly rose to see both Quinton and Damien watching Julian's fingers with rapt attention. Damien fisted his cock and began pumping it up and down, matching Julian's rhythm beautifully. Quinton bit his bottom lip as he held the rest of his body so still he looked in danger of snapping. His tongue flicked out and he slowly licked across his bottom lip.

  My fingers clenched in Julian's hair, and he made a small noise as if in pain. My pussy spasmed and clamped around his fingers as my hips jerked and my climax rode me hard. I cried out in a hoarse voice and my hips jerked once more before I collapsed into Julian. My body had a slight sheen of sweat to it as I lay against him completely limp.

  I groaned and turned my head to the side and into his neck as he slowly slid his fingers out of me. His hand left my breast and slid up my neck. He cupped the back of my head gently and ran his fingers through my hair.

  I let go of his hair and murmured quietly for only him to hear. "I'm so sorry if I pulled your hair too hard and hurt you." I kissed his neck sweetly in apology.

  "You can pull my hair as hard as you want, I don't mind," he whispered. Using his hold on the back of my head, he tilted my head back and up. His mouth came down on mine and he kissed me hungrily.

  "Fuck it," Damien muttered outrageously, sounding peeved. "I can't handle watching anymore."

  I felt the air shift in front of me right before a hand came to my face and I was pulled roughly away from Julian's mouth.

  Damien was on his knees between our spread legs. He shoved Julian's hold off of me and he fisted his hand in the back of my hair. Using his hold on my hair, he jerked my head up to his and his mouth slammed down on mine. He moved my head for a better angle and kissed me like he wanted to crawl inside my mouth and live there for all time. I whimpered into his mouth and kissed him back with as much passion and possession as he was showing me.

  He let go of my hair and his hands gently ran down my body and over my ribs, slightly brushing the sides of my breasts on their journey down. He stopped at my hips and his hands ran around my thighs and down, not stopping until they reached my core. He slid the tip of his finger through my cum and our kiss broke. His head jerked to the side and he sucked in a harsh breath.

  "Jesus Christ," he swore harshly under his breath. "You're ready, thank fuck."

  Damien slipped his hand between Julian's body and my body. I felt both Julian and his cock jerk when Damien grabbed hold of it and positioned it between my legs at my entrance. I gasped in surprise and shock as I felt the tip of Julian's cock right there.

  "Damien," I choked out his name in a strained voice. "What are you doing?"

  From the way his hand was wrapped around Julian's cock, it was obvious he was very familiar with it and comfortable handling the thing.

  "Dame," Julian said in a strangled voice. "We can't just—"

  Damien's free hand slid around to my ass, his fingers trailing down my crease, and he lifted me slightly up off Julian's lap. With his other hand, he lined up Julian's cock and he dropped me down on to it.

  Julian's cock slid inside, filling me completely, and I let out a startled, strangled cry. My hands shot out in front of me and I gripped Damien's shoulders, my fingernails slightly digging into to his flesh, but not breaking skin.

  "Yes," Damien said smugly, "we can."

  His finger flicked against my sensitive clit and my pussy spasmed around Julian's cock. Julian whimpered and his hands went to my hips. He gripped me tightly, almost bruisingly so, jerked my hips up and slid out until just the fat mushroom tip remained inside. He slammed my hips down onto him as he jerked his own up at the same time. Our bodies rocked together in an almost brutal, animalistic pace that he set. Julian was in control here, and I was just along to take him for a ride.

  "Yeah, that's what I want to see," Damien murmured reverently as he tugged my hands and plucked them off of his shoulders. "I don't want your hands on my shoulders, baby doll. I want them in my hair. I want them twisting and pulling and clutching me as I bury my face in your sweet pussy and eat you while Jules drives his cock up in there where we all want to be. After you come on my face, I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love every second of it." Damien peered at Julian over my shoulder, and informed him haughtily, "Do you hear me, Jules? You better come when she does, because I'm taking over then." His head tipped to the side and the smile that crossed his face was beautiful but evil at the same time. Somehow, it suited him perfectly. "And Quinton can sit the fuck down and watch."

  Oh my.

  I wanted that. All of it. And I wanted it right now.

  I nodded my head jerkily as Julian continued to thrust up into me over and over again, while he controlled me moving up and dropping back down onto his dick. I made a rough, sensual noise every time he slammed me back down on his cock.

  Damien dropped down to his stomach before me on the rug. He propped himself up on his elbows and his hands spanned my inner thighs, close to my pussy.

  "Hmmm," he hummed appreciatively, and did exactly what he said he was going to do and buried his face in my "sweet" pussy.

  Julian didn't stop his ministrations when Damien's chin brushed up against his cock before he thrus
t back up into me. Instead, it seemed to spur him on more, making his movements a little bit rougher, a little bit faster, and less like he was in complete control of everything.

  Damien ran his tongue through my wet heat, starting where Julian's cock was submerged inside me and traveling up to my clit after flicking his tongue down to slide along the base of Julian's cock. Both men moaned blissfully, and I threw my head back with my hair flying out all around me.

  My hands fisted in Damien's hair just like he'd told me to, and I held on tightly as he first flicked his tongue against my clit and then wrapped his lips around it, sucking on the poor sensitive thing. The hold I had on his hair tightened as I cried out, another orgasm fast approaching.

  Movement off to the side of the bed caught my attention and my head tilted. The sight of Quinton sprawled out on my bed with his hand around his dick while he jerked himself off, his eyes glued to me, was a sight to behold.

  I came as soon as our eyes connected and with Julian's name on my lips.

  Julian's ass and hips left the rug as he thrust up while holding me down on him. He swore harshly and loudly while his cock jerked inside me and he came. When his hips touched back down on the rug and he stilled behind me, Damien was up and in front of me in the blink of an eye. Parts of his face were shiny with my cum and arousal, and if I hadn't just come so hard while watching Quinton jack off, I might have been embarrassed by just how wet his face was. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson and his eyes shined bright and wild.

  Damien reached behind me and I turned my head to the side to see what he'd do. He put his hand on Julian's chest and pushed him down. Julian groaned as he lay back on the white rug. I could feel him partially hard inside me, and there was this dopey look to him like he was high on carnal desire and pleasure. Or love.

  Yeah, that last one was kind of scary to think about.

  Damien pried Julian's hands off my hips. His hands went back behind his head and his elbows cocked out as he relaxed, using his hands as a pillow.