by Jade Carr
She finished before they did, stood straight and shaking as Nokoni and then Hah-Tee kicked their jeans and briefs aside.
Three naked bodies. Two men ready for sex. One woman with need drenching her pussy and her head pulsing. In contrast to the rest of the reservation, there was no wind down here, only their heat sliding over her flesh.
Nokoni extended his hand and ran his knuckles over the base of her throat.
"Beautiful," he whispered as she leaned into the touch. "You're exquisite."
Exquisite? "I don't know what to say." And if I try, I'll cry.
Unexpected pressure on her left hip turned her toward Hah-Tee. Smiling, he lightly scratched her, reminding her of what she'd done to him. The kiva seemed to be spinning, slow at first but faster and faster. She started to grab on to the shifters, only to forget what she was doing because Nokoni was working his fingers into her hair near the temple. Hah-Tee rimmed her navel with the tip of his forefinger.
"My God." She sucked in her belly.
Nokoni's hold on her hair tightened until she was forced to arch her neck a little. "One thing I know is that women like to be kissed," he said. "Mouth against mouth like this."
His lips brushed hers, the touch fleeing.
Hah-Tee, who was still playing with her navel, shook his head. "Is it pleasurable?"
"Some." Nokoni again pressed his mouth to hers. "One of the women I had sex with said I had a lot to learn, but she didn't explain."
"Interesting. So—" Hah-Tee joined Nokoni in front of her, "like this?"
The younger shifter's kisses lasted longer, went deeper, but there was no soul behind it. She parted her lips and ran her tongue over his closed mouth.
Hah-Tee reared back. "What was that?"
"A real kiss. One version, anyway."
Because Nokoni was no longer holding on to her hair, she saw them exchange yet another look. She wanted to laugh, to delight in their discovery, but if she did, maybe they'd lose something. Men's egos, even shifters', were fragile.
"If you don't mind"—she flattened her hand against Hah-Tee's chest—"I'd like to give you a demonstration, so the next time—anyway, so you'll know."
Hah-Tee's expression contained equal parts anticipation and confusion. She wasn't sure how Nokoni would react, but she had to determine whether they were truly capable of sharing her.
Warning herself to concentrate on Hah-Tee and not her own needs, Terena locked her arms around his neck. She lifted herself onto her toes and pressed her naked body against his. His arms dangled.
"Start easy." She brought her mouth so close to his she felt his sharply exhaled breath. "Ask permission, like this."
A feathery contact, no challenge, no question either. He stayed with her, met her touch for touch. The impact of his chest, belly, and cock swam over her, and she increased her hold on his neck.
She'd waited her entire life for a moment like this.
Fighting tears of wonder, she pulled back. "A kiss can be a dance, a tease, a warmup to something else, like sex." She pushed her pelvis against him.
His breath hissed as he spread his hands over her buttocks and held her in place.
Delighted with his response, she pressed her lips against his. She had no intention of punishing him, but passion demanded its own expression.
He met her strength for strength. She was the first to open her mouth, but he soon followed suit. Then things became more than a little vague. She tried to focus on introducing him to what a kiss could be, might have pulled it off if not for his body's strength melting into hers and needing his cock between her legs. Inside her.
Head swirling and arms and legs tingling, she touched her tongue to his teeth. He let her in, welcomed her to explore his mouth. She touched, tasted, stroked. He made animal sounds, a cougar's low growl, perhaps. Eager to tap in to that side of him, she rubbed her breasts against him. He drew her ass cheeks apart.
Half sick with wanting, she turned her head to the side thinking to—what? He spread his legs and pulled her into the space he'd made.
Kissing could wait. This was now. Sensation. Breaking apart.
"Do it."
Was Hah-Tee talking to her? She was still pondering when something warm pressed into the space between her ass cheeks. For a moment, she thought it was Nokoni's cock.
His finger. The tip briefly brushing her rear opening.
"Oh, God, God!"
"What does that feel like, Terena?" Nokoni asked.
The reminder that the older shifter had had some human sexual experience knocked her even more off balance. She might be able to control Hah-Tee's actions—might. Nokoni was another story.
A thrilling one.
"You aren't answering." Nokoni's fingers started toward her pussy. "What do you feel when I do this?"
Her knees started to buckle, prompting her to tighten her hold on Hah-Tee. He was her rock, a tree, the only thing between her and collapse. "I—don't know."
"I think you do, Terena."
It wasn't a question, no need for her to try to respond.
The journey to her core continued. She mentally stepped back from herself and watched from a safe but lonely distance. She wasn't that tall, a good eight inches shorter than the imposing shifters. She wasn't skinny. No one would ever want her to walk a runway. Next to the men, however, she felt fragile. Helpless. Naked. Mostly naked.
Trapped between two men who'd begun life as mustangs.
Nokoni found her opening, claimed it. That done, he placed his free hand at the back of her neck and held her head immobile.
Her world became a heated storm, a place overflowing with sensation. Thoughts started and evaporated.
The assault on her pussy began, masculine fingers caressing her heated flesh. Hah-Tee wrapped his arms around her waist, increasing her feeling of helplessness. Eager to turn herself over to them, she clung to his shoulders. She'd offered her core to the older shifter, her breasts and belly to his partner.
What had she called what Nokoni was doing, an assault? Hardly. He'd invaded her, claimed ownership. More than that, he understood her.
"This is just the beginning," he said from behind as he worked his finger into her, stopped, and let her experience.
Her pussy muscles clenched. Chuckling, he went deeper. She didn't want to move, but her body turned on her. Besides, damn it, she loved what he was doing so much. Maybe he knew what she was thinking because he started pumping her, retreating only to go deep again. He went slow, his movements smooth and gentle and wonderful.
"Hmm. Hmm."
"What is he doing?" Hah-Tee asked. "Describe what's happening?"
"You want—" Deeper. The wonderfully giving finger touched even deeper nerves and made her thighs shake.
Hah-Tee backed away a little and held her in place via his hold on her now dangling arms. "Tell me," he said firmly, "what is he doing?"
She'd become a limp and mindless doll, a woman without will or intellect. She couldn't remember what, if anything, Nokoni had done while Hah-Tee repositioned her, but the older man was there, touching her in the most intimate place. One thing was different. He'd stopped treating her to gentle foreplay. A new pace had been set, a gallop. He pistoned her, pumped in double time. How strange, how unbelievably exciting to have him work her from behind while she stared up at Hah-Tee.
"I asked a question." Hah-Tee's expression became even more serious. "I expect an answer."
Chapter 27
She was being finger-fucked, nerves stretching to the breaking point, pussy firing on all cylinders. How could Hah-Tee expect—"All right, damn you." She spoke in time to Nokoni's attack. "I'm loving this! Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Not enough," Nokoni said.
Not knowing who to focus on, she shivered while Hah-Tee held her upright and Nokoni propelled her up a steep sunlit mountain. Nokoni released her neck and pressed his fist against the small of her back. Her juices trickled over her pussy and down her inner thighs. Something had clamped aro
und her lungs, making it impossible for her to get enough oxygen into them.
"Oh, fire." She got out. "Getting—oh, damn it—I'm getting what I need."
"Are we wearing you out?"
Nokoni pulled out only to shove his finger so deep she half believed she could taste it.
"You won't be good for anything else once you—what are you feeling?"
Maybe she could have answered if Hah-Tee hadn't flattened his hands on either side of her neck. He stroked behind her ears then down her throat. The touches were so gentle, loving, perhaps, in contrast to the wonderful battering her pussy was experiencing.
She almost never came from penetration, it simply wasn't part of her makeup, but her clit was another story. What was happening now was incredible, a miracle, all new, but not the trigger her body craved. Wondering if she dared tell them where she was most vulnerable, she took a deep breath. She'd started to exhale when the telling ripple hit her core. A climax was nearly upon her, building in intensity and welcoming her into pleasure.
"Coming. I'm coming!"
After that there were no words, just a long low moan. She didn't know what she was climbing, didn't care. Only the delicious mountain mattered. Wave after hot wave wrung her out. Finally it was over, leaving her wrecked.
Nokoni wiped his sex-drenched finger on her flank. "You climaxed?"
Why couldn't she get her damn knees to lock, and why was she suddenly scared?
"What does it feel like?" Hah-Tee asked.
"Wait. I can't talk."
"Yes," Nokoni said, "you can. Now, before you forget."
Like that would ever happen. "I can't describe—maybe it's like what a man experiences when he ejaculates."
Her sad attempt at an explanation distracted her from her spaghetti-like legs. Then Hah-Tee rubbed her arms, and Nokoni's cock glided over her backside. She was going to collapse. With the last bit of her strength, she grabbed the younger shifter for support as she lowered herself to her knees. Fortunately, there weren't any rocks on the kiva floor, just packed earth.
"Your turn," she said when she'd recaptured some of her brain. She wasn't so sure about her body. She cupped a hand around Hah-Tee's cock and brought her mouth within inches of it. "Now I return the favor."
"What about him?" Hah-Tee jerked his head at Nokoni.
"Yes, what about me?"
Taking their questions as an example of their still-developing relationship, she extended her other hand toward Nokoni. For a moment, he remained where he was while fear that everything was going to fall apart assaulted her.
Then, moving slow with his head held high like the herd leader he was, he brushed Hah-Tee's shoulder with his. Taking control of his cock was the easy part, right up until what she'd done sank in.
She'd wanted both shifters. Now she had them, but did she have what it took to satisfy them?
All she could do was try. She shook off her post-climax lethargy and turned her thoughts and actions to what they needed.
And deserved.
She placed her mouth over Hah-Tee's cock while cradling Nokoni's in a sweaty palm. She sucked, lathed, took the younger shifter deep, only to pull back a little so she wouldn't gag. Caressing Nokoni's length at the same time tested her ability to multitask and blunted a little of her pleasure until she stopped thinking and simply felt.
"Feels—so good."
She nodded to let Hah-Tee know she agreed. Then she backed away from him, leaving him damp with her saliva. Her lips gliding over his bulk had brought her pussy back to life. It wouldn't take much for her to climax again, but she'd vowed to make pleasuring the men her priority.
Toward that end, she brought Nokoni's cock to her mouth. With her lips just touching the tip, she looked up at him and was encouraged by how he arched toward her. Right now this man-stallion who'd had so much responsibility thrust on him cared about nothing except his pleasure, which was something only she could give him. When he started to lift his arms, she didn't wait to see what he had in mind and opened her mouth.
There. His head against her tongue and her lips closing around him, controlling him. Reminding herself of the rest of her vow, she curled her fingers over Hah-Tee's damp erection. There. Both of them under her control. Maybe. This time she found a sort of rhythm, a sensual dance for three. She had to keep reminding herself to put their pleasure before hers, but it was easier than earlier. Nokoni's expression gave up what he was feeling, stripped him in ways that went beyond nudity. He was eager and tense, full of anticipation and doubt, all human emotions.
Smiling around the mouthful, she dove into his world as best she could and wrapped it around her. A part of her mind broke free and went in search of Hah-Tee.
Trust me, she told Hah-Tee with her fingers. Just trust me. Let me caress you, cradle, stimulate.
What was it she'd thought, something about a dance? That was what this was, a crazy off-kilter dance that called for her to welcome one cock and then the other into her mouth. She sucked and deserted, turned left and right, left again. Switched hands. The men touched her shoulders, arms, and breasts, sometimes raking their nails over her flesh, other times barely brushing her. Losing herself in the act of giving pleasure was incredibly easy, what she'd dreamed of doing from the moment she knew they existed. Her jaw muscles and fingers grew tired, but she ignored the strain because a song was growing inside her. Realizing her body had found its own sensual rhythm brought her joy. It would do its thing, start climbing yet another mountain while she suckled and sucked, milking first one man and then the other.
Hah-Tee groaned and grabbed a double handful of her hair. She slid her tongue over Nokoni's length but kept her hand around Hah-Tee's cock. When she pressed her thumb against the younger shifter's slit, their separate heat became as one.
His breath hissing, Hah-Tee tried to jerk free. She tightened her hold, gave no quarter. One squeeze, two, a third. His hiss became a grunt and then a cry. His body shuddering, he climaxed. Cum filled her palm and ran between her fingers. When he was done, she cradled him and listened to his slowing breaths. It's all right, she wanted to tell him but couldn't because her mouth was full. At length he pulled free. She started to shake her hand to get rid of his discharge, then stopped.
Do it!
Wondering whether she'd lost her mind and consequently them, she backed away from Nokoni only to lift his cock. Eyes closed so she wouldn't have to see what she was doing, she spread Hah-Tee's cum over Nokoni.
"What are you doing?" Nokoni asked.
Opening her eyes, she noted that Hah-Tee seemed oblivious to what had just happened. "You don't like?" she asked Nokoni.
"I don't know."
Fair enough. Leaning back a little while still supporting Nokoni's erection, she studied her handiwork. The whitish cream was starting to dry in places, which meant she had to lick it off. The sweet taste ran down her throat, bypassed her stomach, and spread over her arms and legs. Some seemed to settle in her pussy and breasts. Her breathing turned ragged.
"I can take it all off, if you want." She made a show of looking around. "Do you have towels in here? And water? I'd be happy to wash—"
"Don't."
There was another of Nokoni's impossible-to-decipher tones. Fortunately, his eyes were easier to understand, and they said he was single-minded, his thoughts centered on himself. His needs.
"How about I get you off?" she asked.
"How about you do."
She'd started to slide her lips over him when she remembered Hah-Tee. His erection was gone, but his body was stone hard, his hands fisted at his sides.
"What do you want?" she asked.
To watch."
"Relax."
"Maybe I don't want to."
Nokoni was a big man, a stallion and a stud. He was all muscle and speed with a double dose of courage thrown in. There was no reason to be gentle with him. Certainly, he wouldn't expect it. But maybe even the herd leader needed softness in his life. She was still trying to decide what would brin
g him the most pleasure when she took his tip into her mouth. Silken flesh slid over her inner lips. When she looked up at him, he returned her stare, but his expression had a not-quite-there look.
Nokoni's cock became her world, her existence. Granted, her mouth and hands were the only parts of her body touching him, but she felt the impact everywhere. Need rolled through her, and she tightened her belly and buttocks. A current struck, sealing her existence to his.
She worked him, her head bobbing, mind spinning, fingers playing. The faster she suckled and stroked, the less she cared about him. This was for her, her gift to herself, worshipping a shifter's cock.
Something warm covered her breasts. Disoriented, she struggled to comprehend that Hah-Tee had claimed that part of her. "Keep going," Hah-Tee commanded.
She wasn't in charge after all, maybe she'd never been. Absorbing that bit of reality might take hours, but it could wait. Would have to wait because Nokoni—oh, yes, Nokoni.
Her priorities reset, she relaxed her jaw muscles and leaned toward the older shifter. His cock slid into the space she'd created, prompting her to close down, trapping and claiming him. The pressure on her breasts remained constant.
Good. All right. She had Nokoni. Hah-Tee had her. Everything was as it should be.
"There. Yeah, there." The last word was nearly unintelligible, proof that Nokoni had lost control. Given in to need. She tried to keep him in her mouth, so she could experience at least some of what he was, but he planted his hands against the sides of her head and pushed her back. Cum jetted from him and landed on the floor near her knees. Droplets found her, and she saw them as gifts, a precious part of him. She waited until he was done and then wiped his tip. Making sure he saw what she was doing, she licked her fingers.
Hah-Tee lifted her breasts. "Pleased with yourself, are you?"
"It's what you want, isn't it?" Please tell me it is.
"Yes." Nokoni sounded a little drunk. "It's just—everything's a bit crazy."
Crazy came close to describing how she felt. Then Hah-Tee tapped her nipples, and she took another step into insanity.