by Mary Winter
Tomak stood. “Yeah, if we don’t hurry she might put some clothes on.”
Zaiden laughed, happy to have signs that his lover was returning to something other than a TriZ star. When they’d first met, he’d given snappy comebacks, and focused on something other than his sport all of the time. He’d been a different person, and this glimpse was like looking into the past. Opening the door, they stepped into the hall, quickly arriving at the closed door to Ioanne’s room.
Zaiden touched the doorknob. Bursting in without knocking would be rude, but if they gave her a chance to let them in, she might refuse. He eased open the door a crack.
“Ioanne? You okay?” he called. Tomak pressed against him, probably trying to get a peek through the miniscule opening.
A startled squeak answered him.
Zaiden pushed the door open, deciding it was better to ask forgiveness than permission. He stepped into the room and stopped at the sight of Ioanne lying naked on the bed.
Her legs were spread, giving him, and Tomak, a good view of her shaved sex, damp with her arousal. Her fingers had been sliding along those plump lips. At their entrance, her hands flew to the covers, trying to yank them over her bare body. Except the blankets were tangled under her legs, and she only ended up hopelessly ensnared and even more open to their gaze.
“Get out!”
Tomak closed the door behind him. Well, Zaiden guessed they weren’t going to be following her orders.
“How long has it been?” he asked. As her good friend and someone who cared about her, he suspected he had a right to know. Especially since he’d figured that their presence had caused her lapse. “You’re not going to get into trouble with your order, are you?” He strode to the bed, kneeling beside it. Gently, he tugged the blankets free to cover her all the way to her breasts. He smoothed his hand over the covers and swore he saw her shiver.
Ioanne pulled her lower lip into her mouth and nibbled on it for several moments. Her indecision pulled at him, filling the room with restrained, wild-eyed startlement. If she could somehow take the last several minutes back, Zaiden had no doubts that she would. “No, I won’t get in trouble,” she said at last. “But I --” Her voice broke on a ragged sigh. Squeezing her eyes closed, she allowed a tear to trickle down her cheeks.
Zaiden didn’t think. He sat on the edge of the bed, sweeping Ioanne into his arms. Heedless of her nudity, he tucked her against him, and over her shoulder motioned for Tomak to sit on her other side. Together they held Ioanne, rocking her between them. “Shh. What you experienced shouldn’t make you cry.” Again, he added.
“But I can’t live with myself if I go back to the way things were. And you guys make me want too much.” She pressed her lips together.
Zaiden suspected she thought she’d revealed more than she’d intended. “You do the same to us, sweetheart. You’ve always done that to me.” He’d apologized for leaving; he wouldn’t do it again. “If Tomak and I were to offer to show you how beautiful, how wonderful it could be between the three of us, would that violate your teachings?” He spoke carefully, wanting to offer her his body, heart, and soul, and knowing if he did, she’d run.
“What if I wanted more? What if I lost my center and became addicted to the rush of sex again?”
Though she spoke in spiritual terms, Zaiden knew what she meant.
“You’re helping me with my addiction. Let us help you with yours,” Tomak said, his voice as serious as Zaiden had ever heard him.
Zaiden hugged Ioanne to him, his lover’s touching words pushing emotion to the fore. Drawing deep breaths, he kissed the top of Ioanne’s head. “Please. You can tell us to stop at any time.”
Ioanne flattened her hand against his chest and smiled. “That’s the problem. I don’t want you to.”
How had it come down to this? Kissing both men had been heaven, a dip into the forbidden that was both wonderful and far too tempting for her peace of mind. Listening to them making love through the wall had been too much. She’d lain in her bed, knowing that they were touching each other, pleasuring each other, and all she had to do was stand up and cross the hall. She had no doubts they’d let her join in.
She’d done the next best thing by letting her fingers wander over her breasts, not surprised that her nipples had been hard and tight. Seemingly of their own volition her fingers moved lower, caressing her stomach, and then her sex, finding it wet. Her fingers brushed against her clit, already swollen with desire. Automatically, finding the age-old rhythm that she hadn’t forgotten, she found the cadence she preferred, the exact pressure of her fingers on the hood of her clitoris and the tissue around it. Her breaths had become shallow, her body rising and falling to the rhythm of her fingers, and listening to the men climax in the room next to her had pushed her over the edge. Shocked, she’d screamed her release, not caring that they could have heard her as easily as she heard them.
Now, she supposed she ought to be thankful.
More so when Zaiden didn’t ask her if she was sure, didn’t do anything that might stop this precious moment from happening. He scooted back on the bed, laying her down, then stretching out between her and the wall. On her other side, Tomak did the same, silent and somber. Both men wore only pants, making her wonder what they had on beneath them. Already her body tightened, moisture coating her sex anew at the thought of what would happen.
Both Tomak and Zaiden leaned in, their hands resting on her shoulders. She stiffened, a sense of claustrophobia tugging at her. Drawing deep breaths, she worked through it, comforted by the fact that the men didn’t move, didn’t do anything. When her eyes opened again, and she smiled gently at Zaiden, he swept his hand down her arm, fingers brushing the side of her breast.
Yes, this was what she wanted, soft touches and husky sighs. Tomak bent forward and kissed her bare shoulder, just the press of lips, but it was enough to make her squeeze her thighs together. The men’s soft caresses had her hovering in euphoria. It was so easy, too easy really, to lie there and let Tomak kiss her shoulder and the upper slope of her breast. Zaiden soothed her with long strokes of his fingers, never quite reaching her nipple. For someone who kept herself wound as tightly as she did, it was bliss.
Tomak’s lips settled on her nipple. He licked it, careful to swirl his tongue around the areola and over the hard tip. Mouthing her sensitive flesh, he let his hand wander to her other breast, his fingers joining Zaiden’s at pleasuring her. She reached up and cupped the back of his head, holding him to her. Her other hand crept slowly over to Zaiden, finding his shoulder and hanging on.
She doubted the men had telepathy, but they seemed to move in concert, teasing first one nipple, then the other. Zaiden stretched out more fully beside her, and soon, his head joined Tomak’s at her breast. Both men’s hands traveled down, over her stomach to her hips and thighs. They didn’t touch her pussy.
Oh, how she wanted them to. Canting her hips, she spread her legs, offering them her slick folds. Her clitoris throbbed, the pressure building, her channel aching for penetration. Soft, mewling cries erupted from her throat, and she couldn’t believe what was happening to her.
She gasped as Tomak grazed her nipple with his teeth, immediately soothing the sting with his tongue. Neither man moved, except for their kisses and nips. Even their hands had stilled. She fisted her fingers in their hair, tugging in her attempts to get them to do something. The slow, delicious torture to her breasts had her hovering on the edge, ready to tumble into release at any moment. Instead, the men kept her there.
“Please,” she whimpered, determined to make them do something to take the edge off her arousal.
Zaiden released her nipple with a pop. “Please what?” he asked.
“Touch me. Make me come,” she whispered.
As one, both men slid their fingers between her legs, stroking the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Their digits moved perilously close to her labia, never quite touching them, and she restrained herself from tugging at their hair with impatience
. She’d denied herself pleasure for so long that having it now made the sensations so acute they nearly hurt. Licking her lips, she tried to control her breathing, to hang onto some measure of sanity.
Zaiden caressed her pussy. Gathering her moisture on his finger, he stroked it up to her clitoris and swirled his finger around it. Tomak centered lower, his finger dipping in and out of her channel. The short, quick bursts of penetration made her want the longer, thicker invasion of a cock. Tomak’s. Zaiden’s. It didn’t matter so long as one of the men was inside her, fucking her. She moaned.
At some unspoken communication, both men bent to suckle her breasts again. Zaiden centered his touches on her swollen bud, while Tomak added a second finger to the first. This time his thrusts were surer, more indicative of making love, and she couldn’t really believe she was here, lying between these two men. Their cocks pressed against her hips and legs, thick and hard. She held the men to her, knowing that was the only thing she could do… hold on.
Zaiden released her nipple and crawled down her body. Tomak withdrew his fingers and she whimpered at the loss. Watching Zaiden move between her thighs, his big hands lifting and parting them, Ioanne held her breath. His broad shoulders stretched her, spreading her thighs wider than she ever did on her own. She hooked her ankles over his shoulders, feeling his warm breath on her intimate folds, and she couldn’t help the low moan that rumbled through her chest.
Against her breast, Tomak smiled. He released his nipple and turned to her. “If Zaiden sucks you half as good as he does me, you’ll like this.”
From his position between her legs, Zaiden chuckled. “I think she’ll enjoy it.”
Before Ioanne had a chance to answer, he dipped forward and blew small puffs of air on her. She shivered with the cool breeze, the gentle caresses making her want more. She needed more. His fingers parted her, and another whisper of air caressed her clitoris.
“She’s so wet, Tomak.” He licked her. “Mmm, and she tastes like the sweetest honey. You’ll have to try this.” Without giving his lover a chance to answer, Zaiden licked her again, paying special attention to her swollen nub. His tongue danced over her flesh, painting pictures and words she could not fathom. Her hips rocked against him, moving in time to his licks and his lover’s suckling on her nipple. Zaiden dipped his tongue into her.
Ioanne panted. Unable to hold back her release, and not really sure she wanted to, she let go of the perilous control she had. Her orgasm slammed into her with startling force. Head thrashing back and forth on the pillow, she screamed, trying to grab onto some semblance of sanity. The waves breaking through her reminded her of a storm she’d seen on the news vids from a faraway planet, crashing into the shore and sweeping everything in its wake out to sea.
She struggled to find breath, to find voice, anything that might stem this tide. She couldn’t, and, dimly, she was aware she tugged on Tomak’s short blond hair, her other fist knotted in the comforter. Between her legs, Zaiden stilled.
He waited, his presence enough to set off a quake of aftershocks deep inside her. Even Tomak had pulled back, giving her the space and time she needed. Squeezing her eyes closed, she rode it out, watching the swirl of colors behind her eyelids. Drawing deep breaths, she struggled to find a hold on reality. Tiny sparks danced through her body, driven as much by the men’s presence as by her own release.
At last, she coursed down, floating like a feather on the wind as her meditation instructor had taught her, back into her own body. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Wow,” she whispered, her ability to form coherent thoughts stripped away by the force of her release.
“Thought you might say that.” Zaiden pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, then eased himself from where he lay at the foot of the bed. Rising over her, he waited for Tomak to lay by her side. Zaiden braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, the head of his cock nudging her folds. “Are you ready?”
His thoughtfulness touched her. Reaching up, she brushed one of his dark curls away from his forehead, noticing the lines of strain around his eyes and lips. He held himself in check, not giving into his own desires, strictly for her. She knew it, and she loved him for it.
“Ready. Don’t worry about a thing.” And she meant it. As a priestess she’d been sterilized, and she kept up with her health regimen. Wanting to seal her words, she arched up and cupped Zaiden’s cheek. She kissed him, pouring her heart, her sense of wonder at the exquisite release she’d just experienced, into the kiss. Her tongue tangled with his, drawing it into her mouth as he eased his cock into her body.
Beside them, Tomak groaned. He didn’t touch her, though she felt the bed move as he shifted position.
Slowly, Zaiden sank into her, and she had the feeling he’d been wanting to do this for years. He moved so slowly she thought she would die, the pressure building with every moment. Lifting her thighs, she hooked her ankles behind his back, urging him deeper.
At last, he filled her, the head of his cock brushing against her cervix. He exhaled a deep breath and pressed his chin to the top of her head.
Ioanne wrapped her arms around him, wanting to hold him there forever. For a blissful moment, he rested his weight against her.
“I never thought this would happen,” he said. Briefly kissing the top of her head, he lifted his weight from her. He pulled out, gauging her reaction until the end of his shaft brushed against her opening.
“I won’t break,” she whispered, the husky neediness in her voice making her smile. Oh, how long she’d wanted this. In her dreams, she never imagined that making love to Zaiden would be like this. She’d schooled herself, tried to ignore the pleasures of the flesh, and now… now she had no idea what would happen when they left.
It scared her.
Zaiden thrust forward again.
She lost herself in the rhythm, easily finding the oblivion that she used to seek in sex. Her world narrowed down to Zaiden’s thrusts, the way he hungrily kissed her, his mouth plundering hers. Her body tightened around him, and she tried to hold back, but it’d been too long and Zaiden was too good. He filled her completely, and when he brushed that place high and deep inside, it triggered another orgasm. He swallowed her cries, his pace increasing.
Their sounds mingled with the creaking of the bed. Beside them, Tomak’s harsh breathing reminded her that there was another man waiting to pleasure her, and she clung to sanity.
“Please. Please. Please.” She heard her own cries and forced her eyes open to watch the man above her.
Zaiden’s face was contorted into a mask of pleasure, the muscles standing out in his arms and shoulders. Sweat covered his skin, made it glisten, and lifting up, she buried her face against his chest and licked the salty essence away.
He sank into her, his muscles going rigid. Buried balls-deep, he shuddered, giving a hoarse shout as his release overtook him.
Ioanne held Zaiden. She pressed her cheek to his chest, listening to the thudding of his heart. He surrounded her, filled her, and she savored the moment while he climaxed. Deep inside her, his hot seed splashed her insides. Many years ago she’d dreamed of the two of them -- a family -- now she knew that wasn’t possible, and she clung to the memories.
When his body stilled and his breathing somewhat returned to normal, he moved to the side, framing her between his body and his lover. He stroked her hair.
She turned to Tomak, watched his eyes widen in understanding. Sure, her thighs ached, her body sore from unaccustomed activity, but after experiencing that with Zaiden, she wasn’t going to leave Tomak out in the cold.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She didn’t answer. Instead she turned, rising onto her knees and straddling him. She gripped the base of his cock, her fingers barely touching around his girth. She stroked him from base to tip, then down again, savoring the contact she hadn’t had with Zaiden. Now that her immediate needs were met, this time she wanted to focus, to apply the same mindfulness to making love
to Tomak that she did in her meditative practice. Maybe he would realize this, too, could be a form of meditation. Too bad the temple elders and her mother’s destructive habits had taken that away from her. Now, with these men, she could reclaim the ability.
She captured a drop of fluid on the tip, using it to ease the glide of her hand down his shift. Positioning herself over him, she lowered herself, one hand braced on his chest, the other guiding him into her.
On the bed next to them, Zaiden moaned. She had no doubt he would enjoy the show. Grinning, she lowered herself onto Tomak’s shaft, savoring the differences between him and Zaiden. She took her time, wishing this first moment would last forever. Tomak lifted his fingers to her breasts. He caressed her nipples, keeping them at tight peaks.
Ioanne closed her eyes. She brought her other hand to his chest, bracing herself for the long, slow slide of his cock deep inside her. Leaning forward, she eased herself down until their bodies were flush together. Perfect.
She opened her eyes to look at the man beneath her. Tomak’s fingers had stilled, splayed across her breasts. He stared at her, his eyes wide. Lifting his hips, he sank into her even more, giving her the impetus to move. She did, bracing her weight on his chest and giving free rein to her feelings, to the pleasure building inside her.
Unlike Zaiden, where they both rushed to the final moment, this time she enjoyed herself, giving little swivels of her hips and delighting in the way she made the athlete groan. To think he’d probably been with some of the most beautiful women of the universe, and yet it was her, plain old priestess Ioanne, who made him clutch at her like that. His shaft twitched inside her, her motions making him brush the sensitive places inside.
Though she made love to Tomak, she refused to leave Zaiden out in the cold. Her gaze locked with his. She wanted him to feel everything she did, the delicious thrust of Tomak’s body, the way his fingers soothed over her heated flesh. Leaning forward, she squeezed her inner muscles around Tomak, eliciting a groan.