by Bethany Aan
Christine’s mind raced for another moment. Was she doing the right thing? Of course not. She was a lady. Ladies didn’t offer themselves to unknown men willingly. They didn’t find the idea of lying with both men at the same time extraordinary. Ladies blushed at the very idea.
She decided that she must not be much of a lady, despite all the hard work her ‘father’ had put into making her one. Thrusting her chin up, Christine met Drake’s eyes and gave him one last nod. She wanted this, though she was scared out of her wits. Something told her that she would not regret it, and more importantly, that these men would not hurt her.
If nothing else, she wanted excitement for her ‘first time’ with a man.
She was naïve, but she was fairly certain that this situation qualified as ‘exciting’.
Drake smiled rather wolfishly at her, reaching up to unlace the front of his shirt. He held her gaze as he slipped the cords through their eyelets, inch by inch, revealing a well-muscled chest. It was tanned, telling her that he spent hours in the sun when planet-side without the shirt. A light dusting of blonde hair glistened on his torso, trailed down into the waist of his pants. She tried to control her trembling as he stood, still watching her, and removed the shirt.
Despite her fear, she couldn’t help watching him, staring at him. He was beautiful, in a way that made her stomach do flips. He looked so big and dangerous. Those muscles could crush her. His large hands, backed by those muscles, could break her jaw if she fought him. But she thought of the way he’d helped her in Ranier’s office. He had been furious on her behalf, and though his fists had been dangerous against Ranier, his hands and voice had been gentle, almost tender, with her.
She thought of those big hands on her naked body, remembered the ‘accidental’ brush of his arm over her nipple, and a delightfulshiver went through her. She’d always wondered about men and women, but had never had a chance to satisfy her curiosity in any way. Now was her chance.
The only thought marring her excitement was the knowledge that the first time hurt. She knew from maids’ whisperings back home that if a man wasn’t thoughtful, he could hurt a woman and she would hate the experience.
“Christine,” Drake said softly, as he unlaced his breeches and stood there with them gaping open andheeled off his boots. “Are you still under the impression that we’re going to hurt you?”
She managed a slightnod. Drake’s smile and eyes were warm.
“We just paid a bloody fortune for you,” he told her softly, slithering the pants down to pool on the floor. He stepped out of them, showing no shame whatsoever. “We will treat you like the most fragile of glass. By the time we are one, you will be begging to be taken.”
She stared at the hard length of him. She’d never seen anything like it. And yet, she knew that she wanted it. Something primal within her burned, something that had been awakened in that darkened staircase back home, and was now growing at an alarming rate. The curls between her thighs were wet, her flesh hot and throbbing.
Her eyes slowly moved back up his long, chiseled body. He was a fine-looking man, there was no doubt about that. The kisses and touching earlier... they had been marvelous. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad. She clung to that hope, clung to the memories of their stolen intimacies mere hours ago, hoping to feel that way again. If she must be deflowered, then by Gods she would endeavor to make the most of it.
She was, however, still a virgin, and still scared ofall the things she’d only heard spoken of in whispers. She closed her eyes again as he sat on the bed. She fought only a moment as he gently tugged the blanket down, exposing her shoulders to his gaze. He stopped at her terrified squeak when the blanket would have exposed the tops of her breasts.
“Remember the rules?” he murmured. “You have to make yourself available. But we will start slowly, and let you get used to the touching.”
She whimpered then as that wonderfully warm hand came to rest on her shoulder. Long, strong fingers explored the slope of the muscle from her shoulder to her neck, and swirled a bit just below her ear. Startled by the gentleness of the touch, the path of shivery gooseflesh his finger left in its wake, she turned wide eyes on him. He smiled, as though he knew what she was thinking.
“You see?” he asked softly, trailing those fingers over her collarbone. More goose bumps arose. She shivered, but she didn’t think it was from cold this time. His eyes mesmerized her, so that she was barely aware when he tugged the blanket a bit further, exposing the creamy tops of her generous breasts. “We’re not going to hurt you. Not only did we pay a fortune for you, but we choseto rescue you. You’re very precious cargo.”
Her sheltered and maiden self knew that she should be fighting them off, but the wanton in her didn’t wish the touching to stop. A strange, delightfully achy throbbing had started in her breasts. It curled down, centering in her nipples. She felt them rise and harden against the silk of the blanket. Drake saw the hard little points raising that sheet as though reaching out to touch him. His eyes narrowed on them, remembering how eagerly they’d thrust into his palm earlier, and his cock twitched in anticipation. Taking firm hold of his hunger, he kept his touch light and slow, not wanting to frighten her anymore than she already was.
His fingers trailed from her cleavage over to one covered breast. A shock went through her, bringing with it a gasp of surprise as his warm fingertip circled her turgid peak. Her back arched a bit, as though of its own accord, silently offering her breast for more of his touch.
Drake chuckled softly. Gods, but she was so very passionate, and so endearingly surprised by it. She had obviously never even been aroused by a man’s touch before. He tugged once more at the blanket, but Christine’s grip tightened as panic fought to keep its claws in her. The panic was waging a confusing war with the throbbing that was deeply rooted in her core.
She didn’t know what to do. Modesty told her to fight them, but prudence told her that she had made a deal and should honor it, wanted to honor it. Still, twenty-two years of chaste behavior were hard to overcome in a single moment. Her hands fisted on the blanket, holding it tightly to her chest.
“Hamm, my friend, could you help me out here? She’s a bit shy. We need to show her that it isn’t necessary. Not with us.”
“Stars!” she breathed.
“Relax, love,” Hamm said calmly. “You’ll see. You will become accustomed to the touching and other things much quicker if you are overwhelmed by sensation. Two can do that much better than one.”
“Besides,” Drake said very matter-offactly, “If you don’t have us both tonight, you will fear whichever one has yet to claim you. We do this tonight, as a shared experience, and it will bond us all into the agreement, with no favorites, no hierarchy. Now, Hamm, if you please.”
Her eyes went from one to the other, and she realized that while Drake had been touching her and holding her attention, Hamm had stripped as well.
She bucked on the bed, but was good and stuck. Drake’s weight held the blanket securely around her, a silken trap. She whimpered once more as Hamm gently but determinedly pulled her arms out from under the blanket. He pulled them up over her head, then raised her up enough that she was leaning back against him. The position made her feel even more vulnerable, even though something deep inside her knew that these men would not hurt her.
She panted with anticipation and fear as she felt the hardness of his cock pressing into her back.
“Last chance, Christine,” Drake murmured, holding her eyes with his own as he released the pressure from the blanket. “Isthis what you want?”
Meeting Drake’s eyes, she nodded, then watched in fascination as he slowly, as though he had all the time in the world and she wasn’t dying of fright, slid the silk sheet down over her breasts. It caught for just a moment on her turgid nipples, and she couldn’t help the flinch of surprise at the sensation that it caused. Her tiny gasp and the raspy breathing of the aroused men were the only sounds in the room.Hamm wasn’t holding her tightly en
ough to truly restrain her, if she really wanted to get away.
She could stop them, she realized. They were going slowly enough that she could stop them if she wanted to. At any point, she could call this off.As though he’d read her thoughts, Drake looked up and gave her a knowing, proud smile. And a wicked wink.
In that moment, fear turned into eager anticipation for her first intimate touches from a man.
Then the blanket was around her waist and her breasts were bared for the men to see.
They looked their fill. She could feel Hamm’s cock twitch against her back, feel the rumble of approval when he looked over her shoulder. One of his hands held both of hers, while the other reached around to reverently touch one of those dusky nipples. She closed her eyes in delight as the gentle touch ignited something wild deep inside her.
Then Drake’s fingers were exploring her other breast. Her eyes popped open as she stared down at the men’s hands. Hamm’s fingers closed sharply on her breast, squeezing just enough to send a molten bolt of need straight to her core. Another tweak from Drake sent an identical bolt to follow the first. She felt her thighs convulse and her sex flood with heat and moisture as she cried out in wonder.
“Oh, yes,” Drake purred, leaning close, his lips brushing over hers. “Lord, you’re sweet.”
His mouth closed over hers, his tongue sweeping over her lips in a shallow exploration. She started at the intrusion, warming with sensation as his tongue touched hers. She felt as though she were melting, as the hands at her breasts became more demanding. Hamm’s hands were now free, her arms limply dangling at her sides. She didn’t have the wherewithal to raise them in protest any longer, not with the wonderful feelings the men were giving her.
Drake’s mouth moved to her cheek, whispered its way to her ear, and his warm breath jolted her. Hamm’s hands gripped her full breasts firmly, his fingertips pinching just enough to cause her to suck in a breath. Drake’s tongue swept around the shell of her ear, his warm breath sending shivers of delight down her traitorous body.
“You see?” he asked, leaning back a bit with a satisfied smile. “Nothing to fear.”
“It’s...” she couldn’t finish, and groaned as Hamm’s fingers rolled her nipples, pressing and tweaking. She panted as she stared up into Drake’s eyes.
“There’s more,” he promised, his hands drifting down in a whisper-light touch, between her breasts, to where the blanket pooled at her hips. Her belly twitched as the ticklish touch passed over the sensitive skin there. Hamm’s fingers twisted suddenly, drawing a startled cry from her. Then he massaged her breasts, working the blood through them, until he had plumped them up. She watched them swell with need then watched in fascination as Drake leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers, and touched his tongue to a throbbing nipple. She gasped and reared back against Hamm, crying out at the feelings coursing through her.
She threw back her head as the Captain’s lips closed around that sensitive flesh and his tongue swept in hard licks over and around her nipple. She barely felt herself being laid down on the bed, hardly noticed when Hamm moved from behind her. But the shock of his mouth on her other breast, tugging and sucking and pulling, drew a shimmering cry from her throat. She clutched at the two heads at her breasts, sucking in heaving breaths, thrashing her head back and forth. She needed something, but she had no idea what it was.
An almost painful throbbing set up an insistent rhythm where her thighs met, and she rubbed them together, trying to assuage the new ache. Hands roamed over her shoulders, arms, swept down her legs and back up. She realized that the blanket was now gone, and the men were gently pulling her legs apart, but the sweet ache only intensified, and they redoubled their efforts at her nipples. Hamm’s hand moved to massage a breast when Drake’s mouth began exploring her. His tongue glided down over her belly, and she felt him shift until he was between her legs.
Opening her eyes, she raised her head enough to look down and see him staring at the wet place where her legs met. She suddenly felt ashamed for the sticky moisture gathered there. Hamm paused to look down, his hands stilling as he raised enough to catch sight of her pink flesh.
“Lord, Drake, but we did wellthis time!”
Drake swallowed and nodded, his hand moving slowly to touch her. She trembled, with fear oreagerness... she didn’t know which. He looked up at her, then smiled softly.
“Open your legs more for me, love,” he said quietly. “I want to see your magnificence opened completely. I want to see all of you.”
She stayed completely still, the desire to do as he said warring with the virtuous teachings of twenty-two years. Hamm leaned down and took her nipple between his teeth, biting softly, but with enough pressure to get her attention and draw a startled cry from her.
“You’ll do as the Captain says, missy,” he rumbled, then bent to lap at her hardened nipple once more. She gasped and clasped his head to her breast, but staredas Drake’s fingers feathered over her inner thighs, working their maddening way closer and closer to the heart of her. Her thighs trembled as she fought the war within herself, but finally, remembering the rules with a sigh of capitulation, she allowed them to relax, and spread them fully for his viewing pleasure.
“Very nice,” he breathed. She twitched and moaned as he dragged a warm finger down the center of her. She sobbed a cry as he then dragged it back up to circle around a nubbin of need she hadn’t known was there. Her hips bucked and both men chuckled. Then she felt Drake’s breath on her inner thigh.
“So sweet,” he murmured against the soft flesh there. His tongue swept over that tiny nubbin and her world became nothing more than throbbing sensation.
With Hamm at her breast, pulling and biting and sucking, and Drake’s mouth between her legs, his heated lips and tongue doing delicious things to her, her world exploded. She felt as though she would fly apart, so incredible were the sensations. Her body bowed and bucked, convulsing with release. The men held onto her, soothing her with touches and murmurs, supporting her in this first taste of passion.
As she came down from that incredible experience, her body relaxing and trembling, Drake knelt between her knees. She opened her eyes sleepily, watching him as she felt his blunt tip ease into her now moist and welcoming center.
“This might hurt just a bit,” he bit out, and she saw sweat pop out on his brow as he held himself in check. She sucked in a breath, but then Hamm’s hands went to work at her breasts again, and she forgot to be afraid. Drake slid into her a bit, stopping when he encountered her maidenhead. He reached between their bodies, his fingers seeking and finding her clit, and he tweaked it with enough erotic force to wring a sweet, tortured cry from her. While she was caught in the pleasure/pain of his touch, he gathered himself. With one swift jab, he broke through that fragile barrier. .
The pain was fleeting, lost in sensation as Hamm tongued her nipples and his hand stole down into the wet thatch of curls, touching that throbbing nubbin once more. Drake pulled back slightly and slid easily into her, and the friction was amazing. She caught hold of the sheets to hold herself to the bed, her need still shuddering through her. Whimpers of delight shivered out of her as Drake took a long pull out of her, testing her length with his own. She felt the hardness of him, deep within her, and gasped as he thrust forward sharply, embedding himself deeply. He rolled his hips experimentally, grinding against that point of need, and she cried out as waves of passion swept over her.
Hamm muttered something dark and delicious against her flesh and moved so that he could watch. Drake leaned down and captured one of her nipples between his teeth, laving the plump morsel with his tongue before biting down hard enough to surprise but gentle enough to delight. She sobbed his name and wrapped her arms around his muscular shoulders.
The Captain set up a strong rhythm, pulling out and thrusting into her moist warmth, until she felt as though she were flying out of her skin. His mouth moved up, tasting, biting, exciting... her collarbone, her neck, her ear, until fina
lly he took her mouth with his.
He thrust deep, grinding hard against her, and she felt him harden even more, swelling inside her. For just a moment, he held still and looked down at her. Then, with a deep moan, he threw back his head and rammed himself into her again and again, hard. Her own head flew back as the forceful thrusts hit that wonderful little spot in her slit, over and over, and his hardness within her began to pulse. He thrust himself as deeply into her as he could go and held himself there, trembling and jerking as he emptied himself into her.
The shudders and throbbing of his body set hers off. With a cry and a wild buck of her hips, she joined him, her body pulsing and convulsing around his, drawing him in, milking him until he was quivering in her arms. She fought for breath, unable to make a sound as the sensations washed through her.
“For the stars’ sake, man, get off her before she comes down!” Hamm’s deep voice growled through the room.
Drake pulled out of her, moving away from her quickly. She felt bereft without him inside her. She blinked, her thighs still shuddering, her body still spasming in aftershock. She was so empty, her body clutching at nothingness. She wanted to scream with frustration.
But Hamm was there, grinning. She gasped as he took her legs and swung her around until they dangled over the edge of the bed. Her hips were tilted up slightly now, as her legs hung helplessly to either side of the first mate. He grasped his cock and poised himself at her wet entrance. His hands moved on her thighs, spreading them even further, and his fingers worked through the wet curls to find that jewel that made her pulse thunder. Her head arched back as he pinched it lightly between thumb and forefinger. He watched her as he slowly eased into her hot core, his eyes mere slits as he panted with the effort of being gentle. She looked back up at him, breathing shallowly, as he very slowly, very deliberately, slid his hot, thick length deeply into her.