Bee Stung

by Theolyn Boese

  Since the stone tended to be a bit hard on her ass, she had padded it with a couple of foam nonskid mats. It had taken more than one since the tub could easily fit at least three people her size.

  It was taking longer to adjust to having people in and out of the house all the time than she thought it would. Not that the guys were always bugging her, she was just used to being alone for most of the day. Thank God the attic is off-limits without an invitation, she thought.

  She closed her eyes and leaned into the tub’s sloping back. The lemon-and-vanilla-scented oil she had added to the water made her skin feel like slippery satin. What should I do for dinner tonight? If I make a casserole of some kind I might be able to get a bit more done outside. Of course, I probably won’t want to do any yard work after my bath. Maybe laundry? I should fold those towels I pulled out of the dryer this morning. She yawned.

  The boarding house was almost ready. She had let Shiloh know people could begin moving in next week. He had responded by bringing his stuff in early, but she had expected that, so his room was the first one they had finished. He was practically living there already. After work he came and stayed for dinner, along with whoever else had been helping her during the day. She suspected he’d also been sleeping on one of the couches after she went to bed. Shiloh seemed to be very protective of her.

  The faint click of the doorknob turning made her open her eyes in a rush. A pile of towels hid the face of the person holding them, but a loose spiral curl identified him as Foxglove. She cleared her throat, and the towels moved abruptly to the side. A green eye widened in surprise.

  “I’m sorry, Rienne! I didn’t know you were in here!” His face flushed with embarrassment. “I thought you were still working outside and was trying to help out a little bit.”

  She sank down into the tub, trying to cover her breasts with the washcloth. “Um. Yeah. Hi, Foxglove.”

  He averted his face and hurriedly put the towels in their cupboard. Still not looking at her, he asked quietly, “May I join you?”

  “What?” Rienne squeaked.

  His shoulders slumped a bit. “Never mind. I’m sorry again.”

  “Wait!” She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but she really liked Foxglove, and if she didn’t stop listening to Tyler’s voice in her head, she’d never be intimate with someone again. The attraction between them was worth exploring. Her body washed hot and cold in waves. “If…if you don’t mind smelling like lemon cookies afterward.”

  He looked up and a slow smile lit his face. “I don’t mind at all.” Not looking away from her, he began slowly taking his clothing off.

  She sank a little deeper into the tub as she watched him. Wiry muscles flexed as he shrugged out of his shirt. He was very slender, but without the scrawny look most men so slim got. Ivory skin gleamed with health as he tugged his belt free and toed off his boots. He wasn’t wearing his wings today.

  Her attention was on the pale flesh being revealed. Six-pack abs rippled as he pushed his pants down his legs. His cock nestled in fiery curls. Under her gaze it plumped and lengthened, becoming partially erect. She felt her cheeks heat, though from desire or embarrassment, she couldn’t say. She caught glimpses of a richly colored tattoo inked along the back of his legs but couldn’t get a clear view of what it was.

  His stepped carefully into the tub and settled at the other end.

  They stared at each other without speaking, carefully not touching the other.

  Minutes passed. The silence continued awkwardly.

  Finally, Rienne lowered the washcloth and offered it to him. “Why is it so hard the first time you’re naked around someone?” she asked whimsically.

  He grinned bashfully and accepted the washcloth. “I don’t know. It seems pretty easy for everyone else, doesn’t it? Nudity is pretty common in the clan house, but I always have to pretend I’m okay with it when I’m really not.”

  She nodded, scooting closer to him and curving her legs to the side. She poured some vanilla-scented bath gel onto the sponge she picked up off the edge of the tub. “I know what you mean. I always wonder what’s jiggling that’s not supposed to.” Smiling when he chuckled, she squeezed the sponge to a frothing lather and took his hand. Running the sponge up and down his arm, she tried to relax again. Somehow, she knew Foxglove wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want.

  Foxglove twisted to stretch his legs out along either side of her body. His soapy hands slid along her arm, washing her in return. “It’s nice to touch and be touched, though. I’ve missed it.”

  Moving the sponge along his chest and collarbones, she nodded. “I understand. But, it’s not just any touch you miss. It’s knowing you’re safe and your touch is welcomed.”

  His fingers slid over her shoulders and caressed her throat. “The hardest part is putting yourself forward and knowing if the other person rejects you, you’ll want to hide under a rock for a month or two.”

  She laughed softly. “Tell me about it. I think it’s worse for men. Women expect them to make the first move. That has to be nerve-racking.”

  He laughed and pulled her tentatively toward him. She flowed into his arms and rested against his chest. Her head tucked into the curve of his neck as his slick hands traced the length of her spine.

  With a sigh of pleasure, she closed her eyes and melted against him. Her fingers explored his shoulders and sides. “This is nice,” she whispered and felt him nod against her. The faint beginnings of arousal thrummed through her. Not urgent or anything she had to pursue if she didn’t want to, but enough to know this could go forward if she wished it. Just being comfortable with the moment was enough for her.

  He shifted slightly to lie back against the edge of the tub, taking her with him. The hot, silky water added a slightly surreal quality to the experience. Several minutes passed in silence while they simply petted each other, learning the other’s body. “I kissed Thistle a couple weeks ago,” he said softly, as if confessing a secret.

  She slid her arms around him in a hug. “That was brave of you. I don’t think I’d have the guts. What happened?” She tilted her head upward and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “He’s so damned confident it’s intimidating.”

  He bent his head and took a small, sipping kiss from her lips. “Not much. He looked really surprised but didn’t really respond either way. I decided to brazen it out. Neither he nor Dandy said anything about it. I guess it didn’t really make an impression on either of them.”

  She met his eyes. “Dandy was there?”

  He nodded. “Hiding in the trees. I think I interrupted something that was about to happen. He didn’t come out until I left.” He kissed her again, another fleeting touch. “Later that night I met you. Seeing you for the first time was like getting kicked by a horse.” He laid her hand against his heart. “Right here.”

  She blushed again and looked down. “Me too.” She circled one of his nipples with the tip of her finger, watching it harden under her touch. “So you’re bisexual?”

  He shrugged under her. “Most people are bisexual to some degree. I enjoy men, but prefer women. How about you?”

  “Not so much. I don’t think I’d enjoy it. I like looking at women, though. The curves and valleys of a woman’s body are beautiful.” The erection growing steadily against her belly told her he was just about done talking. She sat up and straddled his lap uncertainly. His hands came to rest on her hips as he gazed admiringly at her breasts.

  Rienne hunched her shoulders, feeling vulnerable again. Seeming to sense this, he sat up as well and pulled their bodies together. His hands stroked the curve of her buttocks and back soothingly until she relaxed again.

  “We don’t have to have sex, Rienne. That’s not why I asked to join you in your bath.” He grinned a little. “Not that I would object if you want to, but I just wanted to hold you.”

  She ducked her head. “But, you’re…you know.” She motioned at his body.

  He chuckled. “What do you expect? I’m holding a
beautiful woman. We are slick and oily with this delightful stuff you poured into the water.” He cupped her face and kissed her slowly, lips and tongue begging for entrance.

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she opened her mouth for him. A moan of delight escaped her as his tongue brushed hers, leaving the rich flavor of dark honey behind. It seemed to melt into her tongue. Her core clenched with arousal. It surprised her how quickly the heat was growing, how much she wanted this. But, it was different with Foxglove and even Shiloh to some extent. She felt safe with both of them.

  She wiggled her hips until his cock spread her lower lips enough to rub him against her swelling clit. They both groaned at the sensation. Rocking slowly against him, she spread her fingers across his chest. She slowly circled and pinched his nipples while his tongue made gentle forays into her mouth, mimicking sex with slow thrusts and glides. His easy movements sent answering pulses of heat through her whole body, and her slick juices coated him before washing away in the water.

  Minutes passed as the friction continued and their excitement built. A throbbing ache built deep in her core when her vaginal muscles tightened and released hungrily. She shivered as his hands cupped her breasts and he rubbed his thumbs around her hard nipples. The water swirled and eddied around them with their slow motions.

  He broke away from her mouth with a gasp. “Please, Rienne, I need…”

  She nodded, sucking in a deep breath. “Me too.” Lifting onto her knees, she held on to his shoulders as he reached down to part her labia and rubbed the crown of his cock against the tight opening of her body.

  His hands gripped her hips. Fever-bright eyes stared into hers as he began to pull her down. “Slowly, slowly,” he crooned as he eased her down his thick shaft.

  She whimpered softly at the sting of him stretching her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he relentlessly continued the painfully slow penetration. Finally, she took all of him. They leaned against each other and panted. Their fingers tangled together in the warm water. Shivers racked her body as her core twitched around him.

  “Stay still,” he murmured against her lips. “Just feel me, let me feel you.” He throbbed, his cock quivering and jerking in her wet, clasping sex.

  It drew a sharp cry from her. Her pussy rippled around the swollen organ. “I…I can’t. Please,” she sobbed as the coarse hair covering his groin rasped delightfully against the sensitized bundle of nerves at the apex of her slit.

  He pulled her hands behind her back. “Shhh, it’s not a race to the finish. Enjoy it. You feel so tight and wet around me.” His lips feathered down her throat. “I can feel you squeezing me. Has it been a long time for you?”

  Nodding, she nuzzled his face, seeking his lips for another scorching kiss. “Feels so good. I want to feel you come apart in me, Foxglove.” She bit his lip before dipping into his mouth for another lingering kiss. “You taste so good,” she moaned, rolling her hips in a slow grind. Darts of pleasure poured through her. She felt so full, and tiny trembles from his cock were driving her insane.

  “So impatient,” he chuckled against her lips. “Where’s the shy woman who didn’t want me to see her breasts?” He untangled their fingers but continued to hold her hands behind her back with one of his. The other cupped her breast, toying with the taut nipple. Two fingers pinched tightly around it, trapping the blood and causing it to swell even harder.

  “Ummm,” she purred. “She found something she liked?” She sucked his earlobe into her mouth and tickled it with the tip of her tongue. Since he wouldn’t release her hands or let her move, she contented herself with contracting and releasing her internal muscles rhythmically around him. A small smile curved her mouth when he inhaled sharply. “Do you like that?” she whispered before sliding her mouth down the curve of his neck.

  “Yes,” he breathed.

  “Does that mean you’ll let me move?” Nibbling her way back up to his mouth, she stopped when she reached his lower lip and licked with slow sensuality.

  “Maybe in a bit.” Fingers slid from her breast and down her belly to rub lightly along the top of her labia, tangling in the golden curls that hid her from view. Teasingly, he dipped between her lower lips and circled her engorged clit. Then he rubbed the hard knob with firm strokes she tried to follow with her hips. “Is that what you want, little girl?” he asked in a husky voice.

  She nodded and yanked her hands free. Sliding them into his hair, she kneaded the nape of his neck. She took his mouth for another deep kiss as her hands roamed all over his slick skin. A few more twitches had him moaning and slamming his free hand down on her ass to hold her still.

  “Stop moving,” he said in a pleading voice. “I won’t last if you keep that up; it’s been too long.” His face was nearly feral with desire, the skin pulled taut across his cheekbones from the strain of holding himself in check.

  “Go slow next time,” she whimpered.

  HE SMILED SLOWLY. His fingers continued their wicked stroking while his prick jumped wildly inside the flesh encasing it. Feeling like the luckiest fey on the planet, he reveled in the slick slide of her natural wetness before it was lost in the warm, swirling water. Rienne was far more sensual than he’d dared even dream. She writhed and bucked on his lap, pushing closer to the pleasure he gave her.

  Raising his knees, he pushed her back against his thighs so he could see where he lodged so deeply in her twisting sheath, and the delicate shell pink of her dainty clit. It peeked out of her parted lips and seemed to beg for more touches, which he was happy to supply.

  Her back arched, and her fingers dug into his braced legs. Tight rose nipples shook with her approaching orgasm. “Come for me, little girl, and I’ll give you some sweet cream,” he crooned, pressing down on her little nub with firm, slow circles.

  Sweat beaded on his upper lip as he fought coming before he brought her to release. He felt the ripples first, cascading along his cock in an exquisite massage. Her mouth opened in a keening cry while she bucked on his lap. His breath came in sharp pants as he coaxed more spasms from her. He covered one breast with his mouth and finally let go. His seed boiled up his shaft in a burning wave before cresting in glorious jets.

  She whimpered and held his head to her as the jumping and ticking of his prick set off another round of mini orgasms for her. He sighed with relief as his ejaculation slowed to a trickle. Rienne was still shaking with small shocks of pleasure, which he enjoyed immensely. Each small tremor squeezed him in wet velvet.

  His fingers rubbed her swollen nub again, and he smiled against her breast each time she jerked and moaned, clamping down on him once more.

  “Too much,” she cried out.

  “Just enough,” he replied in a husky voice. One last stroke, and then he wiped the sweat-damp tendrils from her face and gave her a tender kiss. “Perfect,” he whispered against her lips. Wrapping his arms around her, he drew her back with him to lean against the sloped edge of the tub. He cradled her quivering body and spread kisses along her cheeks as he soothed her gently, his body still snug and warm inside hers.

  * * * *

  Rienne was slicing mushrooms when Shiloh walked into the kitchen. She turned and smiled. “Hey.”

  He collapsed into a chair at the small kitchen table. “Hi.” Dirt smudged one cheek, and his usually pristine uniform shirt was rumpled and had some mysterious stains all over the front and under one arm. The knees of his jeans were covered with mud and grass stains. He looked tired and out of sorts. A rather rank odor wafted from him. She wrinkled her nose with distaste.

  Without asking, she got one of the bottles of ale he had put in the refrigerator. Popping the cap, she set it in front of him. Taking his unintelligible mumble as thanks, she returned to the counter. She dumped the mushrooms in a simmering pan filled with crushed tomatoes, onions, and brown sugar. Next she grabbed a huge bunch of freshly rinsed cilantro and cut off most of the stems. She peeked at him as she coarsely chopped the greens.

  She wasn’t sure where things wo
uld be going with Shiloh now that she had been intimate with Foxglove. Her lover had made it clear he wasn’t going to stop her from exploring relationships with other men, but it left her feeling a little off-balance. Why were Shiloh and Foxglove so open to the idea of her sleeping with other men? It didn’t seem normal. She couldn’t think of many men who wouldn’t have a problem with their girlfriend sleeping around. How would it work anyway? Was she even Foxglove’s girlfriend? Dear God, I feel like I’m in high school again! She glowered down at the cilantro briefly. Although the sex wasn’t this good in high school.

  How could they not be jealous? In her experience men said one thing but acted in a different way later on. She wasn’t exactly comfortable being attracted to multiple men at once either. Considering she generally wasn’t attracted to many people at all, having four men who pushed all her buttons made her nervous.

  Her shifter instincts were urging her to accept the men’s offers, while her past experiences were warning her away. No matter how human her family appeared, they had the instincts inherent in the animal they shifted into. Well, except Aunt Sophie, but she was half-deranged, so the family rarely used her as an example of anything other than the need to avoid riding the crazy train.

  Being a queen honeybee in her other form, the bee’s instincts were urging her to accept the fleeting caresses and heated invitation she saw in the men’s eyes. Her drive was pushing for her to accept the fertile seed of the obviously healthy males in her vicinity. It didn’t help her at all when they hovered and teased in a way that was reminiscent of drones inviting a queen to make a mating flight.

  Her womb clenched at the thought of all four men stuffing her body full of their semen. Her labia grew slick as the thought clung in her mind. Moments later her panties were damp. She stared down at the herbs and prayed her arousal wasn’t obvious to Shiloh who was watching her with a lazy, slightly predatory gaze. Her sex felt swollen and ultrasensitive as she moved around the kitchen.