Two Men and a Lady

by Cricket Starr, Lynn LaFleur, Michele R. Bardsley

  “We’re the same size?”

  “In volume to five decimal points.” She grinned at them. “I guess it will have to be my choice again.”

  Ever playful, Jackon slid closer to her on the bed. “And how do you expect to make that decision?”

  Gehon moved in from the other side. “Maybe it will be the one who makes you come first.”

  “Or the one who comes last.”

  “Or the one who does it best.”

  Lija laughed. Both men were so eager, and now that they weren’t fighting with each other all their attention was turned on her. She loved being the center of attention.

  “Maybe we’ll just have to decide when the time comes. In the meantime…”

  This time she kissed Jackon while Gehon moved behind her and nuzzled her neck, playing with her hair and the long braid that fell down her back. Jackon’s lips moved possessively over hers, his tongue masterfully engaging hers with long strokes. Lija thrilled under his mouth’s possession.

  The talented hands of Gehon, which had massaged her muscles into limp relaxation earlier by the hot tub, now seemed determined to stimulate her body to an equal state of excitement. One hand took turns tweaking her nipples while the other traced sensual lines down her stomach, leading to but not quite touching the soft hair of her woman’s mound. She moaned into Jackon’s mouth as Gehon’s teasing finally settled into the cleft between her legs and caressed her already aware clit. It throbbed into full arousal under his gentle persuasion and Lija’s moans became louder and longer.

  He could do that all day, she thought.

  Gehon’s thick cock moved in rhythm with his finger against her clit and she felt her dampness flood his hand, just as his cock wept against her back in a narrow trail. She leaned back into it, giving it a hard surface to rub against.

  Jackon’s cock lay on her thigh, a warm, solid presence. Lija collected it with her hand, caressing him with long strokes that had him gasping instead of kissing her.

  “Stars below, Lija, that feels good!”

  Gehon’s chuckle tickled her ear. “Figures. I make you moan and he gets the hand job.”

  “We’ll…just…have to…take…turns.” Jackon gasped out.

  Arching her back, she used the cleft of her ass to stroke Gehon’s cock. He groaned and hissed something unintelligible but no longer complained about being neglected. He grabbed her waist and held her in place as he took advantage of her back cleavage.

  Lija smiled—no one was going to come away from this encounter unsatisfied, particularly not her. She had a cock in the hand and another sliding along her rear end, and two pairs of mouths and hands playing with her. She lifted her ass higher and Gehon’s hand slipped between her legs, delving deeply into the folds of her pussy. Two fingers slid into her sheath while his thumb found her clit. Fingers and thumb moved in unison, the first probing while the other moved in narrow circles that brought her close to ecstasy. She gasped out her appreciation.

  Jackon dipped his head and his lips latched onto each of her nipples in turn, suckling them into hardened points. Between his lips and Gehon’s hand, she gave herself over to an orgasm of planet-shattering dimensions.

  When she recovered, Jackon’s face was in her field of vision, a grin on his face. “I guess we’ll have to call that a draw since both Gehon and I worked together.”

  Her answering laugh was shaky. “You can work together like that anytime you want. I don’t mind.”

  His eyes lit up and she realized she’d given him hope of their continuing relationship. Before she could say more, he’d pulled her into a kiss. Meanwhile, Gehon lifted her rear end and slid his head underneath, his tongue probing in place of his hand. Lija moaned aloud at his talented mouth’s efforts.

  Leaning forward, she gave herself over to Gehon’s tongue. Jackon’s perfect cock dangled before her. She gave it a single lick, tasting his delicious flavor, and then took him full in her mouth, sucking him deep inside. Now it was Jackon’s turn to groan as she worked his cock with her lips and tongue.

  “Oh Lija, yes. Like that. You’re so good with your mouth.”

  Gehon’s mouth was good as well and Lija quickly found herself coming again. She let go of Jackon’s cock, not wanting to bite him accidentally, then shuddered and moaned her release. Gehon slid out from under her, pulled her back into his arms and cuddled her close.

  “I want to be in you Lija.”

  She looked at Jackon whose lips smiled, but his eyes seemed cautious. “Sure, he can be first this time. I’ll take more of your mouth right now.”

  Still shaking from two glorious climaxes, better than anything she’d felt before, all Lija could do was to nod her assent. Again she leaned forward and felt Gehon’s cock probing her from behind. Slowly he entered her, inch by careful inch, his thickness stretching her in ways she hadn’t felt before. From behind he seemed longer, maybe even as long as Jackon, and hit new places in her inner pussy walls. She moaned as Gehon filled her, his hands grasping her hips, holding her steady.

  When he was fully impaled, he rested for a moment. Jackon moved closer, supporting her shoulders, and letting one hand stroke her back. Lija couldn’t see their faces, but she’d bet they were staring at each other. Gehon’s face would show his pleasure at the possession of her pussy, Jackon would be jealous that she’d allowed his friend to fuck her first.

  She could feel the tension between them, even through her pleasure. Jackon had said he wanted more of her mouth on his cock. Maybe it would be better if she acted on that.

  Fortunately his cock was just within her reach. Lija took hold of it, running her hand along its length, stopping to finger the skin around its tip. Jackon groaned and his hand came up to cup the back of her head.

  “Please, yes, more of your mouth.”

  She closed her lips around him and he moved fully inside her mouth, fucking her there while Gehon moved in her from behind, making her ready to scream with each push into her. Had any woman ever had two lovers like this, so hard and ready for her? She’d be surprised if the answer was yes.

  Behind her Gehon set a fast rhythm, very unlike what he’d done before, his steady groans telling her how much he was enjoying it. Jackon’s hands held her head, supporting but not directing. Gehon’s thrusts worked to drive her against his friend’s cock, his pulls on her hips setting the rhythm.

  In her mouth, Jackon’s cock pulsed, his orgasm close. “I’m going to come, Lija,” he muttered through clenched lips.“

  Her answer was to step up her efforts, and soon he cried out and her mouth flooded with his cum, salty-sweet, which Lija swallowed as fast as she could. Her own orgasm was too close for her to be too careful, and some leaked from her mouth to coat her chin.

  Once he’d recovered from his orgasm, Jackon dropped his head to find her lips and lick her face clean.

  Behind her, Gehon groaned and she knew he’d finish soon. Jackon’s fingers delved into her folds and gently stroked her clit, driving her past the point of no return. Her pussy contracted with this orgasm, clutching at Gehon’s cock and milking it as he emptied into her.

  When they were done they collapsed on the bed, the two men’s arms crossing as they both held her, Jackon in front, Gehon from behind. Two men and Lija in the middle, warm, safe, secure…and loved.

  Loved. It was something she’d never expected to feel, but she felt it with these men, in their arms. They loved her, both of them.

  “That was really amazing.”

  Of course it was Jackon who’d spoken. He kissed her gently, still tasting slightly of his cum. Turning, Lija found Gehon, who also kissed her, his lips saying what he couldn’t express.

  Two men, both wonderful, both wonderful in bed. What was a woman to do? Nothing at the moment. She was too tired.

  Yawning Lija patted the bed. “This is pretty big. It should fit all of us.”

  Above her the guys exchanged looks then Jackon shrugged. It really was Gehon’s turn. “Maybe some other time. I’m not sure I
’m quite ready to share a bed with Gehon. Besides, someone should be on the bridge in case something gets too close. The proximity alarm barely gives us enough time to take evasive action.”

  Resolutely he pulled away from her. “I got to sleep with you last night, it’s only fair that Gehon takes tonight.”

  Jackon climbed off the bed and put on his clothes. Gehon took advantage of his absence by moving into the space next to Lija, who already looked half asleep. Just before leaving, Jackon turned to smile at them. For the first time, he didn’t feel jealous over Gehon’s possessive arm around their woman’s shoulder. How could he when Gehon actually looked happy for the first time in years?

  He opened his mouth to wish them a good rest—then the proximity alarm blared and all hell broke loose!

  Chapter Eight

  Jackon sped for the bridge closely followed by Gehon, still struggling into his clothes. Lija followed at a distance, fastening her spacer fatigues as she went. Under the bulky fabric she secured the knife she’d insisted Jackon return to her yesterday as a sign of good faith.

  She just felt naked without self-protection of some sort.

  It only took a few moments before they reached the bridge, alarms blaring around them. Lija hadn’t seen the ship’s control center before so she took a good look. It was larger than she’d expected, plenty of room for three people, with seats to spare. She took advantage of one near the outside wall, where she could see the forward viewscreen and the image on it.

  That image wasn’t terribly encouraging. A much larger ship stood before them, its bulk blocking out the stars that should have been there. At the alarm the ship’s engines had slowed automatically, a normal action in a two-man ship where often both crew were absent from the bridge, forcing The Traveler to come to a halt on its own.

  Gehon took the captain’s seat in the middle while Jackon covered the secondary controls to one side. He hit a button and the alarm shut off, the silence a welcome relief to her ears.

  Both men could control the ship from their location, but in general whoever sat in the central seat assumed command. Since they hadn’t exchanged any words on the subject, Lija realized that Gehon normally took command in situations like this.

  Jackon flipped a few controls and before them the viewscreen shimmered and cleared. Where space and the ship had been a face appeared, dark eyes dominated a thin pale face surrounded by short dark hair, lips nothing more than a grim slash frowning at them.

  In the shadows of The Traveler‘s bridge, Lija cringed and wished herself anywhere but where she was. Back on Dingalus Three would be good, or Axona, where she should have been in the first place.

  Any place but on the Zelions’ ship. Maybe this has nothing to do with me, she prayed.

  The man on the screen narrowed his eyes and seemed to search the room around Gehon, although Lija knew it was unlikely he could see much more than shadows around whoever sat in the captain’s chair. Visual communication protocols demanded that one person be visible but no more and she doubted the Zelions would be different. Why tell potential adversaries how few people you had on your ship?

  “Opening comm-links now,” Jackon said, his voice businesslike. He barely sounded like the man who’d been in her bed just minutes before, whispering endearments into her ears.

  Neither did Gehon when he spoke into the open link to the other ship. “This is The Traveler out of Zelion. Captain Gehon Avermoe speaking. Who are you and what is your business?”

  The dark-haired man glared into the screen. “I am Prince Brentan Ab Natarn and my business is with you, Zelion.”

  Leaning back in his chair, Gehon folded his arms across his chest and returned the Prince’s glare. “What business does a Natarn prince have with me? Have we some contract I know nothing about?”

  “You have something that belongs to me. Manalija L’Lautgiga of Axona.”

  One of Gehon’s eyebrows went up. “And how would such a lady belong to you?”

  Brentan growled. “She’s mine because she is my wife.”

  In her corner Lija involuntarily gasped. Gehon stiffened but didn’t turn to look at her, although Jackon stared openly from his position. He mouthed at her, “You’re married?”

  She shook her head “no”, and clutched her braid. Not so long as she had that, was she any man’s wife. What was Brentan up to, making such a claim?

  “I know you have her, Zelion. There were witnesses to your abducting her from a bar on Dingalus Three.”

  Gehon’s eyes widened with mock surprise. “Dingalus Three? What would your wife be doing in a bar there? I thought the Natarns kept close watch over their women.”

  “Why she was there is no business of yours!” Brentan’s fury radiated over the comm-link. “The point is that she’s on your ship and I want her back!”

  Gehon shook his head. “One thing I know is that we don’t have your wife on board this ship, Prince Brentan, nor have we any unwilling passengers.”

  “Then you won’t mind if we board and check for ourselves.”

  The red-haired man leaned forward in his chair and practically hissed his next words. “I would not suggest that. The Traveler is Zelion territory and we do not take kindly to boardings without our permission.”

  Brentan’s face set in an expression Lija knew well and it struck fear deep into her heart. She reached for the blade she’d hidden and patted it for reassurance.

  “If that’s your answer, then I have nothing further to say to you, Zelion.” He waved his hand and the transmission died immediately.

  Both men turned to face her. “Is there something you want to explain to us, Lija?” Gehon asked. “Do you know this man?”

  “I know him, but he’s not my husband. Not yet, anyway,” she said. From their questioning looks she knew she better explain more. “Natarn and my planet, Axona, are neighboring planets. Not quite at war, although the possibility is always there. They aren’t exactly the most peaceful of neighbors.”

  “I can see how that might be possible,” Jackon said with a grimace.

  “I met Brentan a few years ago. I didn’t much like him, but apparently he liked me. At least he wanted me. The Natarn disputed our hold on some common territory and he offered to run interference for us if I agreed to be his wife. Since I hadn’t taken a husband yet…” she fingered her braid, “…my father tentatively agreed to his proposal, but only if I was willing. I said I’d think about it.”

  “You were going to say yes?” Jackon’s voice was quiet.

  “Before I met you I was. It wasn’t like I had found a man I that I wanted to be with and…after a while…”

  “You were tired of being alone,” Gehon finished for her. He and Jackon exchanged looks. “I think we both know how that is.”

  “So you’d made up your mind to marry this Prince B. Had you told him that?” Jackon asked.

  “No, but I told my father. He must have told Brentan I was willing. I wanted some time to think before I committed myself.”

  “So you went to the Lost Time Lounge on Dingalus Three,” Gehon said. “To think about marrying a man you not only didn’t love, but didn’t even like. And—maybe also to find someone to have a last wild rash of inconsequential sex with?”

  Lija blushed what she sure was crimson red. “Something like that. I just got lucky and got you two instead.”

  Jackon chuckled and even Gehon smiled. He moved to her side and picked up the end of her braid. “What is the significance of this, Lija?”

  Time to tell the truth. “It’s called a maiden’s braid, a lock of hair that never gets cut, only braided from the time an Axonian girl is a small child. Tradition is that when it’s long enough, she can marry. Prior to the marriage ceremony she cuts it off, binds her husband’s wrist with it, and leads him to her father.” Lija clutched hers tightly and clenched her jaw. “It will be a rainy day on Axona before I cut it for Brentan.”

  “Perhaps then you’ll cut it for one of us?” Gehon asked softly.

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��Well, no one is going to cut anything unless we get out of here soon,” Jackon interjected grimly. “It looks like your ‘husband’ has us surrounded.”

  Gehon returned his station and activated a holo-display of the space around them. “I see what you mean.” He pointed to a couple of smaller blips just meters away from them. They seemed to be moving away from the freighter. “What do you suppose those are?”

  “Fighters most likely. But what are they doing?”

  The answer came in moments, when a shudder shook the ship around them and the alarms blared again.

  “Hull breach! Those frelling bastards broke our skin.” Jackon’s fingers flew along the ship’s controls, determining the locations and selecting remedies. “Pinpoints in sections two, three. I’ve got those sealed. There’s another one…near the oxygen tanks.” He halted, as if unsure what to do. “That doesn’t look like a pin.”

  Lija knew that pinpoint hull breaches were a common space pirate tactic, putting tiny holes in a ship’s skin that let the air escape in small amounts. Do it right and you could take over a ship, either by killing the crew or isolating them in the unbroken parts of the ship. Pinpoints were easy to fix as well so the ship was usable without suits afterward.

  Lija stared at the screen as well. A non-pinpoint could mean…

  “Invaders,” she cried. “We’ve been boarded.” She pointed to the telltale heat signatures of human bodies near their air supply.

  “They could put something into the tanks…” Gehon ran to the bridge ventilation controls to cut off the flow, but it was too late. A sickly sweet smell filled the atmosphere of the small bridge and a wave of dizziness overwhelmed her.

  Jackon took two steps toward her before collapsing. Gehon managed to grab her and they tumbled to the floor together, his chest cushioning her head when they fell. The room spun for a few seconds more then Lija knew nothing more.

  Chapter Nine

  Lija woke to softness underneath her, warmth on top, and a fluffy pillow cushioning her aching head. Aching? That didn’t go nearly far enough. She had a splitting headache, no doubt due to whatever the Natarns had used to knock them out.