Beneath the Broken
Page 13
She wiggled her hips and moaned.
I shifted to my knees, pulling her up, and started fucking her. Gentle. Right. Gentle. I eased in and out slowly, watching for any sign of her being in pain. I sniffed the air, hoping I didn’t catch the scent of fear. Joen was suddenly there, kissing her, distracting her as I pierced her body with mine. I increased my thrusts. Gentle. Fuck. Gentle. I slowed and pulled all the way out then eased back in.
Aralynn came.
She squeezed around me, tight and snug, making us both cry out. I rode her climax, fighting my own orgasm. It was close. I was about a second away from erupting when she collapsed onto the bed. I pulled out and lowered to suck her clit. She squirmed, pushed at my shoulders with her feet and moaned my name. “Wetter.” I muttered. “I need you wetter.” I wanted to fuck her without hurting her. That meant she needed more…
Aralynn cried out. The sound was swallowed by Joen’s kiss.
I surged back up to my knees and entered her in one long, fucking amazing thrust. Her tits bounced as I worked my shaft in and out of her. The whole time she watched me. Her eyes half closed, but never losing sight of my face. “Close.” I whispered and thrust hard. Too hard. “Sorry.”
Joen started to suck on her nipple.
“Very fucking close.” I grabbed her hips and gave her a quick slam then eased it back to gentle. Another hard thrust, back to gentle. I tried to switch between the two. My balls so tight to my body they were uncomfortably full. I growled and went from my tip teasing her entrance to balls deep in one smooth move. I came. I threw my head back and howled. The sound drowned out the furious beating of my heart. My whole body felt like it was on fire. My skin was slick with sweat and the pubic piercing tugged to extend my orgasm. I dug my fingers into her hips, bared my canines and used every fucking ounce of willpower I had not to bite her. When I came down from that tremendous high I collapsed between her legs and couldn’t move.
“He howled.” Joen was saying. Laughing?
Aralynn’s body shook beneath me.
“Are you … making fun of me?” I lifted my head, giving Aralynn’s nipple a lick before climbing off her and leaping on Joen. “Because if you are, I’m going to smack your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.” I pushed him back to the bed and straddled his legs then wrapped my hand around his cock.
Joen stopped laughing. He stopped smiling. His mouth fell open and he groaned.
I lowered and licked at his tip, the salty pre-cum coated my taste buds. I sucked and Joen cried out. “That’s the sound I want to hear.” I swirled my tongue along his slit and under his foreskin then reward his gasp by taking him deeper. The bed shifted and Aralynn laid beside us. She watched, her hand laying on Joen’s chest, moving to his neck. She was choking him. I groaned, feeling myself getting firm, despite the massive orgasm I just had. Joen’s tip slid along my tongue and into my throat. I cupped his balls, rubbing them and then tugging as I pulled up. Saliva dripped down his dick as I sucked.
Joen came. One minute he was groaning and thrusting, the next white ribbons of cum were shooting into my mouth. I took each drop, swirling it around on my tongue until he shouted my name. Yeah, the neighbors were going to love us. I swallowed and gave his inner thigh a kiss. “Up.” I sat back.
Joen grumbled, his movements slow and boneless.
I pushed him between Aralynn’s thighs. She let out a squeak and tried to close her legs. I reached out and flicked her nipple then kissed the scars there. When she relaxed and parted to reveal her red pussy I moved behind Joen. I was half erect when Joen began sucking on her. She let out a soft sigh and collapsed on the bed. “My sexy queen.” I grabbed Joen’s ass, parted his cheeks and spit. “Ready for me?”
He mumbled something. Full mouth and all.
I aimed my shaft and pressed it into his ass. Joen cried out and grabbed Aralynn’s thighs. I kept pushing, straining, forcing myself deeper. I had to be gentle with Aralynn, but Joen liked it rough. With another spit I pulled out and rammed back in. He cried out. I shoved my hand on his head, pushing his face against Aralynn’s cunt then started fucking him. I wouldn’t last long. I was too high strung. My body was already tired, but I needed this. I need him. I needed to fuck hard and fast and … I came. I slammed hard into Joen’s ass and howled. The orgasm was intense, but quick. I was gasping when I pulled my shaft out of his ass and then rolled beside them. Joen kept eating Aralynn out. I watched, satisfied, but enjoying the view.
“Joen!” She cried out.
A moment later Joen fumbled out from between us and crawled to my other side. He laid there, panting, smiling. “You howled again.”
I smacked his softening cock and was rewarded with a yelp. “Be good or I’m not using any spit next time.”
He grunted and leaned into me, kissing my shoulder.
A moment later Aralynn rolled to face me. “How are you?”
She blushed, must have realized it, and lifted her chin. “Good.”
“Sore?” I frowned and followed the curve of her hip with my palm.
“A good sore.”
“Did I scare you?” I hadn’t smelt fear, but I was kind of distracted at the time.
She shook her head. “I trust you.” Aralynn took my hand and guided it between her legs. “I trust you both.”
I cupped her, taking that trust, and swearing to never let them go. I stroked her gently, petting her pussy as Joen fell asleep beside us. I brushed some hair off his forehead and Aralynn tucked herself against my side. For a while I lay there awake, staring at the ceiling and just let my mind wander.
“What are you thinking?” Aralynn whispered.
I thought she was asleep. “Nothing.”
“Darrow.” She lifted to her forearms. “Tell me.”
“That we’re going to have normal jobs and a steady home and we won’t have to worry about assassins bursting through the door in the middle of the night.”
“Going to miss that, are you?”
“Maybe a little.” I grunted and kissed her cheek, then her chin and planted one on her lips. She curled back to me and drew the blanket over her bare butt. Shame. But I loved the feeling of being sandwiched between them.
It was amazing how a little bit of love could fix so much broken.
The thought lingered in my mind as I closed my eyes. Soft breathing, the crackle of the fire, the musky smell of sex. Not a bad way to spend forever.
The End
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