by H. E. Trent
Esteben kneaded and rolled her flesh beneath his palms, savoring the feel of the pliant cheeks, imagining his cock sliding along the gap and finding entry through the tight pucker.
He’d fuck her ass simply for his own amusement—because he wanted to see her writhe and squirm, wanted to hear her beg.
But what he was doing wasn’t supposed to be about amusement or even satiation. It was supposed to be about possession—him to her, her to him—an unnecessary added step that he didn’t need with Headron. They understood the way things were and moved instinctively toward them. Headron would have to find his footing with her separately and in his own way, but later. It was Esteben’s turn.
“I suppose I should be practical.” Esteben tugged her up by the hips so her ass was high and shoulders down. He pushed her legs open and crawled behind her. “I should just rut like an animal until I’m chafed and she won’t endure me anymore.”
“That is the Jekhan way.”
Esteben grunted and reached beneath her body to find that tantalizing button that was always so ripe for a pluck or a suck. He spread her cream around and beneath her clit, carefully avoiding the peak, purposefully ignoring her soft pleas.
“Would you like me to go?” Headron asked.
“No, I do not wish to exclude you. Disrobe.”
Headron did, quickly, though with his usual seductive grace.
“In that chest at the foot of the bed, there’s a small cloth sack containing prophylaxes. Get one, and prepare to wear it.”
“To what end? And why do you have them?”
“As I said, I do not wish to exclude you. Our seeds shouldn’t mingle at this juncture, but if we’re going to share, we shall share completely. Are we agreed?”
“Well, yes, but—”
“This isn’t the way things are done. I’m aware.” Esteben sat back on his feet and pulled Erin onto his lap. He gestured Headron over and bade him to lean down. “Unpin him,” he said to Erin.
“His hair?”
“Yes. You’ll brush it for him later until it gleams.”
“I will?”
“You’ll minister to him and to me.”
“What am I going to be doing for you?” She smoothed a hand back to the knot at Headron’s nape and then pulled the first of his numerous pins.
“Why anticipate? When the time comes, I will tell you. I will leave nothing up to doubt.”
“Or choice, I’m sure.”
“Perhaps you suffer for having too many choices,” he mused. “As you may recall, I’m more than willing to relieve you of some.”
“Mm-hmm. You are.”
He forgave her for her mouth. She’d stop running it soon enough.
She plucked a pin, and another, and as Headron’s hair cascaded down his shoulders to his chest, she let out a plaintive sigh. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that.”
“No, you won’t,” Esteben said. He wrapped a hank of the dark length around his fist and floated his thumb over the swath. “I believe his hair will always be a novelty, if he keeps it pinned as he does when he’s managing his everyday affairs. It becomes something inaccessible. Untouchable. Something that belongs only to him until he chooses otherwise.”
“Like a private part.”
“Yes.” He released the hair to put Erin back into her former position of submission.
“He’ll grow his back, too.” Headron shifted and hooked his chin over Esteben’s shoulder. He pressed the length of his nubile body against Esteben’s silken, pliant flesh. Soft lips against his neck. A hard cock brushing his hip.
Esteben didn’t care for having a dick in his ass. He doubted that would ever change, but the feel of Headron against him was a treat. He was in awe of how the other man had let down his guard for him—how willing he was to attach when given suitable motivation, and to be loved.
Esteben’s past relationships had left him wanting, and he’d simply thought that was the way of things. That wasn’t the case with Headron.
It had taken Erin upending Esteben’s life to reveal to him that there was another layer of emotion and intensity he’d been missing out on. The recipe for that layer was a lot of anxiety, a lot of jealousy, a lot of lust and yearning.
A lot of simply wanting to do anything to make someone else feel safe and cherished. Esteben felt rich as he had as a young man whenever Erin smiled.
He turned his head sideways and let Headron kiss his lips.
Headron wrapped his arms around Esteben’s waist and held him tightly—a wordless plea, of sorts, and Esteben certainly understood. He’d spent enough time alone to know what desperation felt like. Headron didn’t want to let go, and Esteben wasn’t going to give him a reason to.
“We have so much to do,” he whispered. “So many things to fix. So many people to find.”
“One plan at a time.” Headron settled onto the bed beside Erin and smoothed the hair over her ear. “Pretty girl.”
“I thought you boys had forgotten about me.”
“Impossible.” Esteben guided his cock to her waiting slit and pressed the tip just inside of her.
Fuck.
He closed his eyes and turned his face toward the ceiling. Every single time he was inside her, she felt like heaven. She felt like hope, and his body reminded him of what she meant with every tingle in his nuts, every spasm of his core.
She was why there would be more Beshnis—more thugs to go around antagonizing the locals with their superior negotiation skills and aggressive mingling. He liked the thought of that future, but he decided to poll her on the matter, just to hear her thoughts.
He shoved his cock into her, and asked over the sound of her articulate swearing, “You didn’t have anything you needed to accomplish urgently, did you?”
“Oh God, why?” She wriggled her ass against his thighs and whimpered again when he relented with a short thrust.
“I hear pregnancy has a way of slowing some women down.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. Even if I were ovulating, there’s only something like a twenty-five percent chance of conception.”
Headron bent over her and skimmed his lips across her shoulders and up her spine toward her ass. “Erin, you’re definitely fertile. I can smell you. We’ve had no choice but to evolve the ability to discern that in our women.”
“Because they run.”
“Mm-hmm.” He straddled her shoulders and smoothed his hands up her back, landing them on her ass.
He parted her cheeks and bent, watching Esteben thrust slowly into her for a few moments. Then he looked up. “How does she feel?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” Esteben said loftily, “though not bare.”
“Not until you’re sure she’s conceived?”
“Mm.”
“Anyone else would make me wait the year.”
“I don’t see the point. She’s not only mine, but yours. We don’t have to follow the rules that don’t suit us, especially if she’ll be sleeping between us every night.”
Erin cleared her throat and patted the sides of both of their legs. “Hey, boys? Are we going to be extra-talky every time we fuck, or just early on?”
“We have much to discuss,” Esteben said. He gave her ass a tap that made the flesh dance and Headron smile.
Headron probably wouldn’t have dared to do the same to Erin, but he didn’t seem to mind watching Esteben carry out the act. If that were the case, Esteben had plenty to show him. There were plenty of scenes to play out.
“Could we maybe discuss things later?” Erin wriggled her ass again. “When you don’t have a dick in me?”
“I don’t anticipate you not having a dick in you for the foreseeable future, so perhaps you should get used to multitasking,” Headron said.
She gasped. “Who said that? I saw your lips move, but those words sounded like something Esteben would say. Maybe you two should spend some time apart.”
“No. I don’t think so.” Esteben gripped her hips tighter a
nd pulled her back hard onto his cock. “He’s my dum.”
“Fuck,” she whispered, and she darted her hand out to grab Headron’s knee.
“Feel good?” Esteben asked.
Her response was more whimper than words, so Esteben gave her more. He wanted to force more of those sounds out of her before he spilled his seed and went soft inside her quivering cunt.
He thrust again, and again, slowing his breathing and trying to disassociate his body from the chaos of his brain—the urge that was compelling him to thrust, thrust, thrust—to give her the makings of a son or daughter, but he just wanted to feel her, too. She was his, like Headron was his. Although they had many years together ahead of them, the craving for affection was so profound. All he’d needed was one little taste, and he’d become an addict.
“Erin,” he eked out, slowly pulling himself out of her. He needed some control. He couldn’t be in control when the urge to come was so strong.
“What?” she whispered.
“Tell me you’ll stay.”
She pushed up onto her hands.
Headron nudged her back down.
“Just tell me,” Esteben said. “I need you to.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I just do. Tell me. Please. If we’re going to share a child, I need you to tell me.”
“I thought we’d…discussed this.”
“The words, they matter to me.”
She craned her head toward Headron. “And to you?”
“Yes. Please, if you can.”
“So polite.”
“Nice,” Headron said sourly.
“Yes. Nice. Come here.” She gestured for him to lean down, and she put her lips against his ears and whispered something that made a smile crease his face, all the way up to his eyes.
Then he moved away, back behind Esteben again with his arms looped over Esteben’s neck. “Go ahead, Erin.”
Erin rolled onto her back and gave the barest shrug. “I’ve got to tell you that no one’s ever asked me before to tell them that I’m a clingy bitch, and maybe that’s kept me from saying it sometimes when I could have.”
She tucked one leg around Esteben’s waist and then the other, pulling him down as Headron let go.
Face to face, lips to lips, she said softly, “There’s a lot to love about you.”
“Is there enough to love about me?”
She kissed the tip of his nose and slid a hand through his loose hair, sighing as she did the latter. “If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t try so hard to let someone—anyone—else have you. You could break my heart, and then what? I’ll be on this planet, stuck and miserable. I wouldn’t even be able to go home and lick my wounds. I’d have to stick around and witness you and Headron having happiness with someone else.”
“There will be no one else,” Headron said. “We’re locked into this. You’re the only one who could go.”
“You keep saying that, but that’s not the way things work on Earth. I’ll need some time to adjust.”
“We’ll keep reminding you,” Esteben said.
Obviously eager for his turn, Headron slid a hand between Esteben and Erin and positioned Esteben’s cock against her opening.
“Erin, tell him so that we may move on to what comes next.”
“What comes next?”
“We’ll decide in the morning.”
Esteben pushed himself deep inside her and pressed her hands beside her head, lacing her fingers with his.
“I’m not going to leave you. I won’t,” she said, and on a sigh, she leaned up and pressed her lips to his briefly. “If you break my heart, so help me god, I will kill you, or someone else named McGarry will.”
“Noted.”
It was a good thing he loved her, because he valued his life too much to incite the ire of Owen McGarry. Esteben suspected there’d be no way in hell he’d be able to slight the man’s granddaughter in even the smallest way. Fortunately, he had no intentions to.
She parted her lips and he slid his tongue between the luscious things, searching her mouth in the same rhythm he worked his cock into her.
Kissing was an act he’d denied himself of with too many lovers because it seemed, to him, almost as intimate as letting down one’s hair. It seemed appropriate that he would enjoy kissing her so much, because he’d let down every other barrier for her.
“Esteben,” she whispered on repeat, as he had no choice but to speed his thrusts. His body demanded that he give her his seed, and no amount of mental acrobatics could stave off the eruption.
“Now, Erin. Please.”
“Okay.” Her voice had almost been too quiet to register, but it was just loud enough an assurance to make him grit his teeth and hold his breath as she squirmed and writhed, as her pussy clamped down tight and encouraged his milk forth.
“Give it to her,” Headron said.
Esteben really had no choice. He did.
For a while, he hovered over her, half inside, trying to catch his breath as her body’s little quakes teased and tortured.
“Let me in now,” Headron said. “Let me feel how slick you’ve made her.”
“Do you need help with that?” Esteben indicated the condom, but he was just as inexperienced with them as Headron. Prophylactics generally weren’t necessary between two men, as very few illnesses native to Jekh were communicable through intercourse, though, occasionally, men would wear them if they’d been off-planet for a time and of questionable health status.
Headron ripped open the packet and squinted down at the ring of latex.
Erin pushed up onto her elbows. “Give it to Esteben. Hold yourself around the base of your cock.”
When she held out her hand, Headron dropped the empty foil into it.
Esteben turned the disk this way and that, not certain which side was the right one.
“The tip is a reservoir to catch semen,” she said. “That points out.”
“So…”
“Squeeze that and press that end onto the end of his cock. Then you just unroll the rest of the way.”
He did what she said and tried to tug it up a little more, to no avail. “There’s not enough length.”
She giggled and tossed the foil onto the low table near the bed. “That’s a good problem to have. They don’t always go up to the base. They’re made for penises of average length, and I guess the Tyneali have elephant dicks.”
“I don’t understand the reference,” Headron said.
“It’s a compliment, I believe,” Esteben said.
“Oh.”
Esteben got out of his way, only to settle beside Erin. He pressed his hand to her flat belly and watched Headron position himself between her legs.
“He might outlast you,” she said with a half grin. “Condoms lessen sensitivity.”
“I’ll have my comeuppance when the tables are turned. Besides…” He dragged the tip of his middle finger down her belly to the little fluff of hair at the top of her mound. “How much is he really going to feel, anyway, with my seed buffering every thrust?”
Headron let out a frustrated grunt that modulated at the end to a groan of pleasure. He’d pressed himself into Erin’s sheath, his legs and arms crumbling under his weight. “I feel plenty. Squeezing me…so tight.”
Erin slung a leg over his shoulder and drew in a breath through clenched teeth. “On Earth, we’d call this sloppy seconds.”
“I’ll take sloppy.” He gripped the hand Esteben offered and started to work his hips. “Sloppy feels quite nice. Stars, this was worth waiting for.”
Esteben agreed, and not just about the sex. Their trio had been worth the wait as well.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
When McGarrys had the barest inklings of plans, they started moving fast—almost too fast, in Erin’s opinion. Three weeks after the arrival of The Tin Can, as she lay with her eyes closed and her tired head atop Headron’s lap, she tried to ignore some of the chaos, but she couldn’t. The balance of personalities
in the gathering space in Court’s home was simply too intense.
Murki and Esteben were quibbling with Granddad and Amy about Jekhan politics—of which Amy wanted no parts, but was being goaded into by the locals.
Court was chatting with Eileen about The Tin Can, which was currently taking up a lot of space in the farm’s second-largest outbuilding. In three weeks since its arrival, no one had visited looking for it, but Salehi had been very careful to strip out traceable COM components before he’d returned to Buinet. Court wanted the thing gone, but Granddad thought it’d be unwise to be rid of any space-faring vehicle, given the relative dearth of them in the area.
Owen was being Owen, obnoxiously tinkering and installing some bit of tech over the front doorway he hadn’t bothered explaining, while Trigrian looked on skeptically with his head cocked.
Everyone else just wove through the room, entering and exiting conversations as they saw fit, as tended to be the case during lunchtime everyday. The space was more like a cafeteria than a living room.
Erin let out a sputtering breath and pulled Headron’s tunic over her face to block out some light.
His abs quivered against her face as he laughed. Rubbing her back, he bent a bit and whispered, “I wish you’d just let me make your excuses for you. Go to the cottage. Try to nap. You were up all night. No one needs to know why.”
They’d think she was needlessly patrolling the property, which was true, but she’d only gotten up to do that because of the insomnia. Pregnancy hormones were weird that way. She was wired at night and exhausted when the sun was out, and she didn’t want anyone but Esteben and Headron to know why yet.
She’d been stunned that she’d conceived so quickly. Her hope was to not make her status publicly known until after Court had her son, though she doubted she could go that long. Erin worried about people thinking that having two pregnant women on the property made them an easy target. They weren’t, but Erin believed in preventing trouble as much as she did beating it back.
“I might go try to grab a nap for an hour,” she mumbled against his belly. “But I don’t want to miss anything. I don’t want to miss you.”