“I’ll be right back.” He turned and headed down the hall toward the bedrooms, and when he came back he was holding a box of condoms. She was relieved. She was also naked, thanks to Ben.
“Hurry, Quinn, I need to see you, to touch you.”
Quinn walked over to her, and leaned in. He brushed her long hair over her shoulder, and put his lips next to her ear. “And what do we get, Kara? What’s our incentive?” She looked at him, confused.
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m going to need something in return,” he said, still whispering in her ear. He backed her up to the couch, helping her to sit down. When she was settled against the back cushions, he reached over her and placed her arm along the back of the sofa, then he sat forward and did the same with her other arm. Standing up, he towered over her. For just a moment, she was a little nervous, but when she looked into the soft honey of Quinn’s eyes, she saw the warmth of his desire and how much this pleased him. She relaxed and rested her head along the back of the sofa.
“You know what I want next,” he rasped.
“Make me.” She gave a wicked smile.
Quinn bent and tucked his hands under her thighs, then pulled them downward until she rested near the edge of the sofa. Then he grasped her knees and began to ever so slowly part them. He looked up at her and she knew her eyes had darkened with need.
His breath whistled in. “You’re so beautiful, splayed out like this in front of me, so beautiful and wet for me.”
“Please, touch me,” she said in a dreamy whisper.
“Oh, no, let’s see how much higher we can take you before we touch. I want that first touch to take you to the stars, baby.”
* * * *
Part of Quinn was stunned that Kara still wanted him. That she was here, spread before him like a feast, playing with him again, after he had sent her away. Never had he been so grateful to the Creator. He looked at the strawberry-colored nipples and clitoris, both begging for him to suck them. She was so wet that the insides of her thighs were glistening.
“Are you needy, Kara?” he asked, knowing he was asking a deeper question, even though it wasn’t his business.
Kara heard the query. She considered for a brief moment not answering it, but then she had one of her own. “How needy are you, Quinn?”
“Kara, since you’ve left, there’s been nobody else. You’ve been it for me since that very first morning in Auntie’s restaurant.”
“For us, Kachawli,” Ben said. “You own my heart and I would never betray you.” Kara looked up from her vulnerable position on the couch and never felt so powerful in her life.
“For me, too. I couldn’t imagine having someone else touch me after having your hands, your mouths, on me. I’ve been so lonely.” She said the last in a forlorn voice.
“Not anymore,” Quinn assured her as he knelt down between her thighs and looked at the long, taut expanse of her abdomen that led to the downy, white-gold hair framing her open sex. He moved his head forward and took in a deep breath. “God, Kara, the scent of your arousal smells like heaven.” He then bent forward and licked from the base of her cunt all the way to the top. Then, gently taking her clit between his two lips, he sucked, making her fall into a slowly moving wave of awareness.
“Quinn, take off your clothes, I need to see you,” she quietly panted. He released her flesh.
“First, I get to taste,” he said. Then he bent back down and suckled her engorged bud. It was such a soft loving that she melted into his touch. Kara settled further back into the sofa, luxuriating in the caring caresses and the feeling of homecoming. Then Quinn rasped his tongue over her sensitive flesh, just one little brush, and it was no longer languid honey, but sparks of fire.
“Again.” She clutched at his head, pulling him closer, and he easily used his strength to pull back his head and look up at her, arching a brow.
“Put your hands back on the sofa, Kara.” She reluctantly complied. He put his hands under her, where her thighs and ass met, and spread her wide. She was exposed. Ben came over, kneeling beside his brother.
“You’re beautiful, Kachawli.” Quinn took another long lick, suckling for just an instant on her needy button before he backed down and thrust his tongue into the tight channel of her cunt, making her scream.
The feeling of being fucked, of being filled and having Quinn’s power thrust inside her, was mind blowing. She gripped the sofa with fingertips gone white. She braced her feet against the foot of the sofa and lurched against his mouth, forcing him deeper into her wet depths. It had been so long since she had felt wanted.
“More, please, more,” she begged as she ground her slit against his mouth, forcing him further into her depths. Then he was gone, and she groaned her frustration, but Ben was suddenly there instead, his mouth settling over her clitoris, pinching and sucking, his tongue roughly laving, causing perspiration to blossom, and then she felt his fingers plunge into her.
“Oh, my God, it’s too much,” she cried as he twisted his fingers, pulling back and then pushing forward again, forcing her to stretch, to get used to an invasion she hadn’t known for three years.
“You’re going to have to be ready for a whole lot more than this, Kachawli.” She saw him give both a grimace and a smile as he worked his way in and out of the tight muscles of her pussy. “God, you’re going to feel so good, but you’re still too tight, Kara.” Kara watched, fascinated, as the lines between his eyes furrowed deeper and he thrust in with yet another finger, causing her sex to burn, but her mind still wanting more.
She was enraptured, looking at his incredible face and the sight of his fingers sliding inside her body and then slowly pulling out, covered in fine, silky cream. He looked up at her, seeing her pained expression. Bending down, his long hair covering her view, he suckled her clit back into his warm, wet mouth and swirled his tongue around it, at the same time crooking his fingers inside her passageway and rubbing until he finally touched a spot that caused her to choke out a cry. He then circled over that cluster of nerves again and again in time with his tonguing of her diamond-hard clit, and she rocketed into orgasm with a scream.
When she opened her eyes, she was still desperately holding the back of the sofa, and two men with formidable erections were staring at her in awe.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful when you come,” Quinn said as he stroked his shaft. Meanwhile, Ben’s cock was so heavy that it wasn’t even parallel to the floor. It looked so swollen and ripe that she started to salivate. She distinctly remembered the taste of both men, each with a different flavor, a different texture, a different smell. She bit her lower lip and actually felt tears of need begin to form, even though she had just climaxed. It wasn’t the same thing at all as feeling them in her, being surrounded by them. She loved the idea of tasting them, loving them, but right now she needed more. She needed to be filled. She needed to have that connection, that sense of oneness.
“Please, guys, I can’t stand it anymore. I’m really serious. I need you inside me, and around me. No games.” She struggled to push herself up, her body so limp that it was difficult. Both men immediately sat down on either side of her. Quinn pulled her up and over his lap so that she was straddling him, which was when she realized he was wearing a condom. Thank God. She needed him inside of her. At five eleven she was a big girl, but he moved her like she was a doll, and she relished it. He had to reach beneath her to lift his heavy cock and position it at the well of her vagina, and as soon as he did, she pushed down hard, needing to complete their joining. She cried out in pain.
“Goddammit. Kara.” He grasped both of her hips again, halting all movement. He looked at her and winced in sympathy, seeing that her eyes were filled with tears. “Sweetheart, it’s been too long.”
“I need you. I don’t care.” She struggled to push down further but his strength wouldn’t allow her to. “Quinn, I need you, the pain is not having you inside me.”
“Ben, help her,” Quinn bit out. She looked to her left, and saw B
en’s face mirroring Quinn’s expression, both of them filled with concern. She didn’t care. She needed this, needed them filling her and fucking her, the pain be damned. Ben reached under his brother’s arm where he was holding Kara, and brushed through the curls at the apex of her thighs until his questing fingers found her swollen bud. Ben ever so lightly pinched and twisted that sensitive flesh as he bent down for a tender kiss. Her mouth opened, tasting her essence on his tongue, loving the flavor of Ben and Kara intermingled. He began to thrust his tongue in deep, the same way he had into her cunt. She sucked him in deeper, just as her needy sex had done, that combined with the ministrations on her clitoris, causing pulses of need to flood from deep within her body.
She knew that Quinn could feel the release of her liquid need, because he slowly allowed her body to slide down another inch on his thick shaft. This time there was no pain, only pleasure. She ripped her head away from Ben, who just bent down further and latched onto one of her engorged nipples. She cried out, and Quinn immediately looked up, gauging her reaction, ensuring that she wasn’t in pain. Kara had to take three deep breaths before she could speak and assure him.
“So good, Quinn. No pain, only pleasure. So much pleasure.” She drew out the last two words with an ecstatic smile. Kara noticed the sweat that beaded Quinn’s temples and realized just how tight a rein he was holding on himself. “Please, more, please give me everything. I need you to love me. I need you to fuck me.” At that moment Ben squeezed and rolled her clit, and cream burst from her channel, dripping out on either side of Quinn’s cock. Quinn slammed her home, causing Ben to release his hold, but Kara didn’t care. “Yes!” she screamed.
“Fuck!” Quinn shouted. Ben backed up and watched the two of them. Quinn started a hard and fast rhythm, lifting and dropping her, his strength amazing. Never had she felt more small and feminine than to have him treat her as if she weighed nothing. She loved that as much as the sensations that roared through her system.
Her slight breasts were bobbing up and down, and she saw his eyes moving up and down, fascinated between where they were fucking and the jiggle of her breasts. Never had she had a man seem so enamored by her chest. It was awesome, and just one more thing to make this wild ride perfect, both physically and mentally. Then Quinn twisted his hips and shoved deeper, and Kara stopped thinking. Everything shut down. She was only capable of feeling.
“Again!” she demanded as her cunt clamped down on his thick cock.
“Yes,” he agreed. “Again, Kara.” His voice was a deep rasp. He pushed deep, bumping at her cervix, causing just the right bite of pain that morphed into the most stupendous pleasure. Her muscles tightened, so he had to work to pull out, which felt so good to both of them. They would both groan with pleasure, and then it would start again, and again. Finally, her juices provided the lubrication to increase the speed and they started the climb toward their peak, crying out as they went over together. Kara collapsed against his chest, and Quinn released her hips, immediately aware Quinn had probably left bruises.
She felt hands easily spanning her rib cage and lifting her from behind, again relishing the strength of the men who owned her heart.
* * * *
“Careful, Ben, I think I bruised her,” Quinn attempted to bark, but it came out as more of a croak.
“I think she needed that, didn’t you, Kachawli?” Ben asked as he put her on her hands and knees on the soft rug.
“I need more,” she said as she widened her legs, allowing Ben to see her swollen sex. He ran a finger through the tender folds, causing her to push toward him. He pushed a finger into her passage.
“Baby, I can barely fit one finger inside you, you’re so swollen. You’ve got to relax,” he murmured.
“I can’t. I’m too excited. It’s been too long, it felt so good with Quinn. Now I remember and I know I’m going to love having you inside me. I can’t relax, Ben. Please, just fuck me. Please, Ben.” She felt him double his fingers and shove them inside as her entire body shuddered.
“Look at me, Kara.” She turned her head, but her hair hid her face. He pulled it back, using it to turn her face toward him. She knew her expression was one of desperate want.
“Don’t make me wait any longer. I promise to relax. I promise you won’t hurt me. It only hurts when you make me wait.”
She smiled as he smoothed a condom on and started the slow slide into Kara’s cunt. He felt better than she remembered. She clutched at him, sucking him ever deeper and drawing him to the back of her channel so that he bottomed out as she gave a moan of satisfaction.
“Again, Ben, do it again.”
He pulled out and slowly did it again. This time it took her two breaths before she could cry out for him to do it again. This time he pulled her head backward. He almost released her hair when she said, “Pull my hair, that feels so good.” Thankful when he pulled on her hair harder, she snapped her hips back against him.
“Harder, Ben, I need to know we’re together. I need to know this is real,” she sobbed.
He let go of the shaft of hair, tangled his fingers near her scalp, and pulled. “God, yes,” she exclaimed. He fell over her back and used his other hand to clasp her breast, to bring her closer to his chest. They pushed and pulled against one another, fighting to take each other to the pinnacle of pleasure, but also to ensure that they were together. They struggled to ensure they were no longer separate.
“Kara, my life was so dark without you.” Ben managed to gasp the words.
“You’re half my heart.” She shuddered, and he pulled her closer, gentling his hold.
“No, don’t stop, I need to feel your desire. I need to feel you wanting me. I have to know that this time I belong to you.” Ben must have understood, because he reared back, pulling her head back by her hair, and she howled in pleasure. He swelled inside of her, and she tightened around him, and as one their releases rocketed through their bodies, leaving them on the floor in a breathless heap.
Quickly Ben realized he was still on top of Kara, and he rolled to his side, cuddling her front to back.
“So much for being careful,” Quinn stated dryly. Neither of them had the breath to laugh. Kara fell asleep in bed with the two men she loved and prayed that this time things would work, hoping that her tenacity and loyalty would pay off.
Chapter 9
Kara was disoriented as she woke up to a pounding in her head. It was like she had a hangover, the pounding was so loud. There were tears on her pillow. It probably was a depression hangover, she guessed. She had them every time she dreamed of her days in Sitka. She pulled herself out of bed and stretched until finally the pounding stopped.
“Kara, we saw your car. We know you’re home.” Fuck, it was her brothers. Kara grabbed the coveralls off the floor and climbed into them, then flung open her bedroom door.
“I told you not to use the key when I’m home,” she yelled back. She strode into the living room, not happy to see them.
“We come bearing gifts.” Eric held up a pink bakery box. It just turned her stomach.
“You picked those up off the floor, didn’t you? Geez Kara, don’t you do laundry?” Dane asked as he took in her bedraggled appearance.
“Jesus, Dane, what’s it to you?” Kara flopped onto the couch and eyed the two men invading her sanctuary. “I told you to only use the key when it’s an emergency.”
“It is an emergency.” Eric set the pink box on her lap, and she set it beside her. The brothers looked at one another. “They’re cinnamon rolls,” Eric prompted.
“I’m not hungry.”
Eric sat down and put his arm around Kara. “Honey, let’s talk about this.” She shook off his arm and stood up.
“Damn it, Kara, would you go back into your room and put on some clean clothes?”
“Dane, if you’re telling me I’m a slob, I’m going to kick your ass!” Kara couldn’t even work up a good head of steam to give her brother the smack upside the head that he deserved. Still, she couldn’t
let him get away with any slob comments.
“No, you’re not a slob exactly. But Kara, it just scares me when I see you not taking care of yourself. It reminds me of the time five years ago, okay?” Dane’s voice was quiet.
“Look, guys, I’m fine. I’ve got a show coming up. I’ve got a man in my life. I’m socializing. Hell, I was just over at Josie’s babysitting.” She gave Dane a reassuring smile. “I wasn’t expecting company, so the laundry isn’t done, okay?”
“Okay, sis,” Dane said with an obvious sigh of relief.
Eric pushed at the box. “Don’t you want your cinnamon rolls?”
“Not really.”
“See! You are depressed,” Dane exclaimed in a worried tone.
“Jesus, would you just cut a girl some slack?”
“These days you always eat.”
Kara jabbed a finger in Dane’s chest. “First I’m a depressed slob, now I’m fat. Get the fuck out of my house.”
“I’m worried about you. This new guy isn’t right for you, you know you’re still in love with Ben and Quinn, that’s why you’re a mess,” Dane shouted back.
“They left me! Just like I want you two to leave me. Right now.” Kara new she was barely keeping it together.
“You know they had their reasons, especially Quinn.” Eric got up off the couch and got in front of her. He was speaking quietly, trying to persuade her. “Everything he had worked for went down the drain when that boat sank. You were there when it happened. Lenny should never have taken it out in those rough waters.”
“You’re right, I was there. I asked to stay. I wanted to stay. I begged to stay. Eric, they had just recovered from the last crisis with Tim. He’d gotten out of detention services. Levi was physically okay and was walking just fine. Everything was fine, and the boat sank. Guess what, everything’s going to be fine again, and then they’ll take me back. Then guess what, life will happen again, and something will go wrong, and they’ll say poor Kara needs to be protected and sent away. Well, fuck them.”
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