by Vivian Arend
Matt released her fingers and instead caressed the inside of her wrist in a steady motion. She couldn’t look away from the stage, but didn’t want to miss a single touch Matt offered. Squirming did nothing to ease the ache between her legs, and she snuck her free hand to her lap, casually, as if she simply needed to change position. The gentle weight wasn’t enough, and she let her legs open slightly, the cool night air sweeping up her thighs. The cream that had already escaped her core met the air and she shuddered. Wanting more. Needing more.
The dancers twined together, intimate and slow. The woman threw back her head and he held her draped over his arm, her body leaning far enough back her breasts had broken free of the flimsy fabric. When he straightened them to vertical the shift clung to her hips for a second, then pooled on the ground. She stood naked before the crowd, her chest heaving as she gazed into her partner’s eyes.
The pulse increased in tempo and volume, and this time Laurin spotted the source. It was the people of the clan. With their feet or hands, they pounded against the stage. Hammering out the rhythm together as if they too were a part of the dance.
Something feral broke free. She’d never seen anything so profound, so intimate and yet cohesive. Her own feet itched to join in the noise making, but she fought the urge. A tug on her wrist brought her attention to Matt. He stared, the bright blue of his eyes reminding her of the water they’d paddled together the previous week, and it hit her. He was part of it as well, a part of the environment of ecstasy swelling around them, and suddenly it wasn’t nearly enough to sit passively and witness the dance.
Matt slid back in his chair and pulled her easily toward him, settling her on his lap. His erection bulged against her hip, his hands tender on her body as he adjusted position. Laurin leaned into his warmth, the bare skin of her back meeting his naked chest, and she sighed with contentment.
His touch melted her defenses, and when the side of his hand brushed the bottom of her breast, she didn’t protest at all. Matt’s lips touched her ear, his whisper barely breaking the vocal silence. “Join me in the celebration.”
She looked over the crowd. All eyes were fixed on the duo in the center of the stage where the woman had one of her long limbs wrapped around the man’s hip as he held her against his groin. A shiver went through Laurin—electric heat hit her core and her emptiness became too apparent.
She and Matt sat in full sight of the clan, yet for all the attention they received, they could have been completely private. Unable to deny what her body begged for, Laurin turned her head to capture his lips for an instant. “I will celebrate with you.”
His body heated under her, as if her words were the catalyst for the next step they would take together. He slid one hand up her body, one down, and sudden pleasure poured through her limbs. A single digit stroked her slit. His thumb and forefinger teased one nipple. Laurin closed her eyes to concentrate, only to have Matt nuzzle her neck until she focused on him.
“Watch. There’s more. See it, feel it. Celebrate with my people.”
His eyes held a hint of laughter, and more. Something she couldn’t stare at for very long—it was too powerful and breathtakingly beautiful.
She nodded, and then kissed him. Full on, lust filled. A tangle of tongues and teeth that combined with his touch took her to the edge of a climax in a single bound.
He broke away from her and she turned back to the stage, ready to witness the conclusion of the dance. Hoping it would be over soon so she could take Matt back to their cabin and fall into bed with him for the rest of the night.
Where she expected to see two people, there were now three.
Chapter Six
Laurin’s gaze stuttered over the naked bodies, slowly untangling the connections between the limbs and the torsos. The man who had danced earlier sat on the large covered platform that now filled center stage, his hand grasping the woman’s hips as he mouthed her breasts. At her back, another male had joined in, pressing kisses along the line of her shoulder. He reached around to splay one hand over her belly, the other cupping one full mound, lifting it as if an offering to the one seated before her.
Matt copied the motion, teasing her with his fingertips, massaging her breast with his hand over the tiny scrap of fabric clinging to her skin. It was torture to have him so close, and yet so far. She took one more rapid glance at the crowds. There was no doubt—all attention was on center stage, and rightly so. Laurin watched in fascination and with growing lust as the seated man lay back and the dancer crawled over him, her hips centered over his face.
Oh my God, he licked her. Touched the woman intimately, just as Matt’s finger stroked Laurin’s sex. The trembling in Laurin’s limbs increased, and when she realized exactly who the new male arrival on the stage was, she shook hard enough Matt grabbed onto both her thighs, locking her against him.
James danced around the two bodies touching on the platform. His erection thrust out from his body, but he danced as if unaware his arousal was evident to all. When he turned and faced her and Matt, his face clearly showed his desire.
Laurin squirmed, attempting to close her legs. Matt restrained her, his touch against her core continuing, his lips and teeth lapping and nibbling on the curve of her ear. He slipped a finger into the wetness of her sex at the same instant he slipped his tongue into her ear and she cried out as her body responded. A burst of pleasure, connecting from top to bottom, exploded—unexpected yet completely welcome. Her sexual tension didn’t fade, but slipped from being painfully aroused to anxiously waiting for the next, higher level of gratification to arrive.
Matt spread his knees. Since her limbs were draped over his, the motion opened her wide, her bare crotch facing the stage. Laurin hesitated before reaching to tug the rest of her skirt out of the way. A sense of being incredibly wicked hit as James stared directly at her from only a few paces away.
Matt whispered in her ear, the warmth of his breath fluttering past her cheek. “You are beautiful, Laurin. All of you, not only your body. But tonight, let your body be what you share for others’ pleasure.”
She tensed. Was he going to let James touch her? She couldn’t—
His lips touched her temple, his words coming quickly to stay her fears. “Peace. You are mine. I am yours. Only watch, and allow the others to witness your passion as well.”
Matt kissed her lips, so gentle and intimate, even as his fingers stroked her clit, dipping into her core and pulling up her cream to ease the motion of his fingers over the sensitive bud. Sexual tension rallied, small strokes of electricity flying from wherever he touched to congregate deep inside and add to the building pressure.
The thumping against the stage stilled again and she snapped her head back to see what it meant. Even as Matt had played her body, the dancers had turned to more erotic connections. The woman perched over one man, her slowly descending hips angled exactly right for Laurin to see his erection piercing her sex. Small pumps with her hips echoed by the crowd’s hands on the ground, the beat resuming as the pulse of their joining was copied among the clan. Matt’s fingers brushing her clit weren’t enough, and Laurin dropped her own hand to rub more firmly, needing a little more to fly.
Watching another couple have sex was incredibly arousing.
Matt leaned forward, tilting her until her hips rose into the air, and then—
“Oh…Matt.” She whispered the words, uncertain if she should speak or not. Unsure what the rules were. She stared back over her shoulder to catch his eye as the tip of his cock pressed to her labia, and he rocked, coating himself in her cream.
“Yes?” he asked.
Laurin waited until the next pass when he was lined up perfectly, then gripped his forearms and pulled, plunging his entire length into her body. She was far too ready to need any more foreplay.
Full of hard, stretching power, she rested, letting him take back control. Laurin squeezed her inner muscles and tore a gasp from his lips.
She turned back to the stage, re
ady for anything. Anything except to see James present the tip of his rigid cock to the woman’s ass and press into that tight passage. Torchlight flickered off glistening skin—the oil from earlier now coating their entire bodies. Matt seemed to swell inside her as she clenched in response to what she witnessed.
Two men taking the woman at the same time—the act was never spoken of among the air people. Since coming to the coast, she’d heard of it, but thought it would be awkward, and ugly. Painful at the least and a turn-off at the worst. Instead, the sight fed the fire inside hard enough to send her desire flaring upward. The woman sang out in pleasure between her lovers, her face bright with delight. The pounding racket from the clan increased, the thrusts of the men alternating into her body.
Matt fisted Laurin’s hips and brought her down on his cock hard enough to force a gasp from her. Again and again he took her in time with the lovers on stage, in time with the pounding heartbeat of the community. When another male joined the central gathering, Laurin thought her body would burst. There was too much energy in the area, Matt’s power spilling out, her own magic escaping in small eddies that swirled around them.
She could take no more—her every resistance had been torn down. Her natural reticence to witness such a public display was erased by the beauty of the connection. Laurin closed her eyes and concentrated on Matt, bringing a small measure of privacy to their lovemaking.
Silence fell again and her eyes flew open, needing to see what it foretold this time. Matt pulled her back, his hands cupping her breasts, then moving to play at the apex of her clit. Spinning her lust into a frenzy as the third man circled the joined trio, reaching out his hand to skim his fingers lightly over their bodies. He stepped beside the platform and stoked his cock, fisting from tip to base.
Thump.
Another stroke of his hand, and another beat rang against the ground as the crowd picked up the rhythm. Each thrust he made bought the tempo to a higher speed, the men entering the woman’s body joining in, and when the standing male approached the woman, she threw back her head and laughed out loud. Opened her jaw wide, and took his cock into her mouth.
The dancer was filled to completion, three men worshipping her body, three sets of hands stroking and priming her. The passion in the center of the stage glowed like a miniature sun. Laurin was no longer shocked, or embarrassed, or any of the things she’d imagined she should feel. Fire licked her skin, filled her core, sparkled along her fingertips and exploded out from her.
She’d had enough watching, and all she needed was to reach a final conclusion.
With Matt.
She rose from his lap, painfully empty as his cock pulled from the shelter of her sex. Laurin turned to face him, reached up to strip off the bikini top. She cupped her own breasts and his gaze fixed on her hands. He ignored the ceremony, ignored the noises rising on the air as the tempo of feet on the ground was joined by what could be nothing less than the echo from bodies connecting. The slap of skin meeting skin rang loudly, and yet his attention remained solely on her.
Laurin peeled away the tiny skirt to stand naked before him. Seeing his attentive fascination made her forget, and yet not forget. She knew where she stood. She knew there was the possibility that others were even now staring at her naked butt.
She didn’t give a damn. He was hers to claim. Laurin straddled him, surrounded his shaft with her hand and stroked until a moan of pleasure fled his lips. She held his cock vertical and eased him into her body.
So good, so exactly what she needed. Matt adjusted her and leaned in to catch a nipple between his teeth. She gave a little scream. Pain and pleasure wrapped around each other, and she arched into him, wanting more. His fingers dug into her hips as he moved her, helping her to rise and fall, spearing them together. One hand slid to cover her butt, his lean fingers tracing the line between her ass cheeks. When he rubbed the tight star hidden there, she gasped. When he pressed in to the knuckle, sparks exploded behind her eyes, and she was lost.
All around them magic and nature blended together in a perfect finish. Her orgasm seemed to make the stars pop out brighter in the sky, a flash of northern lights shimmering in the air. The whoosh of an ocean breeze fluttered through the gathering, ruffling her hair and cooling the heated surface of her skin. All the time he pumped into her, the thickness of his cock forcing her to accept additional shards of pleasure after she’d already experienced more than she’d imagined possible.
“Laurin… Oh, yes.” Matt flexed his hips one last time before stilling, a drop of sweat trickling down his temple as his cock jerked within her. A backlash of aftershocks took her and she quivered in his arms. There was nothing in the universe but him and her, and all the stars swirling against their skin, depositing desire and lust with each flicker. He wrapped her close, their skin sticking together as they clung together tightly, her climax going on and on.
She collapsed against his chest and let him support her, the loud thumping in her ears seeming out of place until she realized it was the sound of Matt and her heartbeats alone. The clan’s rhythmic contribution had ended, although she wasn’t sure exactly when. They remained seated, Matt’s hand roaming over her shoulders, her back. Resting lightly on her hips.
That had been the most incredible experience of her life. A yawn escaped and he laughed quietly.
“Did I wear you out?”
Silence surrounded them. A flash of recollection hit and her face heated. She’d ridden Matt like a bull in front of the entire clan. “Is everyone still here?” she whispered.
He smoothed the back of his knuckles against her cheek. “Would it matter?”
Yes. No. She lowered her head and stared at him from under her lashes and he grinned.
“You can peek. It’s safe.”
She turned slowly, her ears alert for the sounds of the clan. There was nothing except the continued sound of lovemaking from the center of the stage. The four participants lay curled together on the massive platform, hands still stroking. Mouths connecting.
The entire area around the stage was empty, only six torches remaining to light the area.
“Where did everyone go? Why didn’t I hear them?” Laurin whispered the words, not wanting to interrupt the foursome.
“They left after the ceremony was complete. I imagine they left rapidly with things on their minds.”
She peeked at him. A wide grin split his handsome face. “You don’t know for sure when they left?”
He shook his head. “I was distracted.”
Warm contentment filled her. She hadn’t been the only one then.
There was no chance to escape the kiss he dragged her into. Not that she wanted to, but they couldn’t sit there all night, naked and kissing.
Could they?
A purr of contentment followed by a sharp needy gasp made her twirl her head to seek the source. James had his face buried between the woman’s legs as her other lovers stroked and suckled her breasts. Impossibly, another streak of desire hit. How could she possibly feel the urge for any more sex after that incredible climax she’d just experienced?
“Are they going to have sex all night long?” Aching need lingered in her mind and yet now that she wasn’t in the flush of desire, embarrassment as well.
Matt used his hand to turn her face to his. “They will. Tradition states the longer they last, the more fruitful the coming year will be.”
Such dedication to hedonistic pleasure. She squeezed her legs together at the thought of three men taking her over and over.
He placed his arms under her limbs and stood, carrying her easily. Laurin rested her head on his chest and wished she were brave enough to ask if they could stay and watch for longer. Her discomfort with feeling such a desire warred with the level of curiosity screaming inside her core. She was truly becoming the most forward creature, but that seemed to be what Matt needed, and her part of their relationship bargain was to be there for him, as he’d been for her.
She held back a gasp o
f shock when Matt stopped beside the platform and lowered her to stand with him. They stood, naked, as the dancers—the lovers—rolled apart and rose to their feet. Laurin stared as all four, one after another, kissed Matt full on the lips. He smiled at them all, nodding his acceptance.
In unison they turned to her.
She waited, uncertain what to do. The female dancer stepped forward, pressing their unclothed bodies together in a hug that felt far softer and warmer than any feminine connection Laurin had ever experienced before. A light kiss landed on her lips before the woman withdrew. The first male dancer bowed more formally, scooping up her fingers and kissing them. The other man did the same, then backed away, regaining the platform with the woman and falling back into each other’s grasps.
Only James remained. Laurin snuck a peek at Matt, her hand sneaking involuntarily to cover her chest. James’s grin widened.
At her side, Matt spoke quietly. “Laurin, this ass wants to give you honor as well. Will you let him?”
She stepped closer, seeking the protection of his warm body. “What exactly is he intending on doing?”
Matt’s hand brushed her back, coming to rest intimately on her hip. “Nothing but a kiss. Unless you want more.”
Her head whipped around and she stared at him. “But surely you don’t want me to… I mean—”