Ocean's Surrender

by Denise Townsend

  “But your new lesson for today, your most important lesson, is about sharing. How do you feel about sharing, River?”

  Fen guided River’s left hand back to his own aching cock, sighing as she wrapped her soft palm around him. Her right hand he guided to Leo, already erect and waiting for her. She touched Leo’s cock hesitantly, as if afraid he would protest.

  Instead Leo’s hips bucked, pushing into her hand as he moaned.

  “River?” Fen prompted, not letting her off the hook.

  “I think I’m going to like sharing,” River said, her voice throaty. Her hand on Fen’s cock never ceased its sensual pumping.

  “Good,” Fen said, loving the sight of River blindfolded, a hard cock in each hand, her lips parted with desire.

  “But the sharing is two-fold. You’re sharing yourself, which is wonderful. But you’ve got to let other people share with you too. You can’t just give, River. Sometimes you’re allowed to take as well.”

  And with that, Fen gently removed the silk scarf from over River’s eyes.

  River blinked in the soft light cast by her small table lamp. It was the only light in the room, but it was enough to momentarily blind her. Quickly, however, her eyes adjusted, and she gasped at the sight in front of her.

  It was, as she knew, Leo lying before her. But he too was blindfolded, with another of her scarves–this one gauzy and purple. But folded as it was, River had no doubt that Leo would be as blind as she had been.

  That wasn’t the end of it however. Leo was also strapped to the brass columns of her headboard. She recognized his belt wrapped around one wrist, and the other was her own, discarded on her bedroom floor with her jeans when she’d gone to take a shower.

  “Oh my goodness,” she whispered, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of Leo’s powerful body spread out before her, for her to enjoy as she would.

  “What do you think, River?” Fen asked, running his hands down the girl’s back, and then up her front to cup her breasts. His fingers found her nipples and he pinched lightly, pushing his hips forward in a gentle reminder for her to keep stroking.

  “He’s so beautiful,” River said, her hand moving on Fen’s cock again. But her hand on Leo’s erect flesh was still, as if she wasn’t sure whether she was allowed, now that her being able to see had changed the game.

  “He is. And he wants you. Enough to let you see him like this; to take him like this. What do you feel towards him, right now?”

  Fen felt River’s answer before she could articulate it–a rush of desire so heady it made the selkie almost lose control over his own passion. He had to stop her hand on his cock until he was able to wrestle his lust away from hers and regain possession of himself.

  “I want him,” River said finding words for her deep-seated need.

  “What do you want him for?” Fen asked.

  “I want to touch him. To kiss him. I want to use my mouth on him. I want to make him come…”

  “So you want to do what, River? What do you want to do to him exactly?”

  “I want to love him,” she whispered. “I want to make him feel good.”

  Fen smiled, leaning down to kiss River’s shoulder.

  “Yes, sweet girl. That’s the reward we get when people make themselves vulnerable to us. We get to enjoy them; to love them. We would never want to hurt them, or abuse them or take from them.”

  Fen paused. Unspoken, but there nonetheless, was the fact that what Trevor had done to her was abnormal. He’d wanted the opposite of everything she wanted right now, upon seeing Leo so vulnerable and willing to give of himself. Trevor was a pervert in the true sense of the word—not because he was kinky, but because he wanted to take the bonds we all needed to love and understand each other, and he wanted to twist them into something painful, something destructive. Trevor had wanted to use trust to turn it into deception; he’d wanted to use love to turn into pain and fear.

  The problem wasn’t with ideals such as love, or trust or vulnerability, no matter how impossible they might seem in the real world. The problem had been Trevor himself.

  He was sick, River realized. And I can’t let his view of the world win. I can’t let him take over my life.

  Because she nearly had. She’d nearly let Trevor take all her natural instincts of distrust and insularity and morph them into something extreme, something that would have kept her from all other people except Jason, until she’d built a fort around her brother and herself that no one else could ever penetrate.

  “I just want to love him,” River said, finishing Fen’s lecture for him. The selkie couldn’t have been happier.

  “Exactly, lass. You just want to love him. To reward him for his trust.”

  River’s hand gone still on Leo’s cock, started moving again. She explored his thick, hard length with gentle fingers. And still she couldn’t take her eyes off him, feasting on the sight of him.

  Fen let go of River’s breasts and took a step back, so that her hand fell away from his own aching cock. Then the selkie swatted her very gently on her plump buttock.

  “Well what are you waiting for, River?” Fen asked. “Leo deserves his reward.”

  River finally did manage to look away from Leo, her eyes dark with lust. Fen cocked an eyebrow at her and she smiled.

  Leo was being a very good boy, after all.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  What River wasn’t sure about when it came to threesomes, was the logistics.

  She’d fantasized about them before, and she’d seen enough porn to know how they could work. But the difference between watching people who were actually choreographed and reality were markedly different.

  Especially since, while Fen’s body and his pleasures were completely known to her, Leo was a mystery.

  But Fen made things easy by backing off. The selkie moved away from where River knelt beside Leo, towards the armchair that stood in the corner of her room, next to her nightstand.

  Fen sat, watching with avid eyes. She knew he’d be there, seeing everything she did to Leo, imagining she were doing it with him, and enjoying every second.

  The thought turned her on immensely.

  So knowing she had an audience consisting of one man who could only feel her, and one man who could only see her, River acted accordingly.

  Keeping her eyes locked on Fen’s, she moved so that she knelt between Leo’s knees. The paramedic moved his legs apart obligingly, but she still noticed how tense he was, either through nervousness, anticipation or both.

  The first thing she did was lean forward slightly to run her nails all the way from his shoulders, down his chest and belly, then down his thighs, trailing her nails back over his calves. Leo’s cock throbbed incredibly hard as she did so, her eyes latched first on his sex, and then roving upwards towards his mouth.

  A kiss, she thought. I want a kiss.

  And so she leaned forward, planting small hands on either side of his muscular shoulders. Her full breasts crushed against his chest as she moved even closer, till her lips were mere centimeters from his own.

  “Can I kiss you, Leo?” she asked, because part of all of this was knowing that even if someone was vulnerable, they weren’t to be taken advantage of. She wanted to be sure Leo wanted her as much as she wanted him.

  But his response was immediate and heartfelt.

  “River,” was all he said, but with such a wealth of emotion riding that single word that the owner of that name nearly wept.

  So much emotion, in fact, River’s eyes flicked to Fen’s. The selkie must have had something to do with the fact she could feel Leo’s emotions.

  Which means he can feel mine, she realized, a second later. Before Fen, that thought might have scared River. To her affection was power, and she’d always been too scared to give any of her power away. But now after she got over that initial, reflexive reaction of fear, all River felt was anticipation.

  At the same time Leo felt River’s mouth close on his so gently, he felt the tid
e of her emotions washing over him. He recognized fear, yes, and trepidation…the awareness that they were embarking upon something huge. But alongside those worries there lapped at him River’s love, her ferocity of devotion and her keen desire.

  “River,” Leo repeated, moaning her name into her lips. Shivering at the yearning in his voice, River deepened her kiss, letting her tongue play against his. She also arched her back, so her soft belly made contact with his cock, her breasts crushed harder into his chest.

  Her lust was a tight knot of agony in her belly, and further below, her cunt pulsed wetly, begging for attention. River’s eyes flicked over, to where Fen watched her kiss Leo, the selkie’s big hand fisting his cock.

  She wondered when he’d join in.

  But for now she had this body before her. And it was one that, if she were honest, she’d wanted for so very long. With a gentle nip she detached her lips from Leo’s, only to begin to kiss her way down his body.

  She started with the area behind his ear, sucking on the soft lobe that dangled before her like a sweet. He bucked gently up at her at both actions, letting her know his enjoyment. But it was his neck he really enjoyed her kissing, and his hands fisted on their belt restraints told her that he liked her gentle bites even more.

  “More,” Leo sighed, as she moved further down his neck, finding the tempting dip of his clavicles with first tongue, then teeth. Only then did she move lower, moving her knees carefully as she glided down his body, hyper-conscious of her own pleasure as her beaded nipples dragged over the crisp hairs of his belly.

  And speaking of nipples, she thought, as she dragged her tongue over one of Leo’s.

  “Yes,” was his response, coupled with soft groans as she swirled her tongue round his other nipple, then moved between the two. She loved how receptive he was, how open his enjoyment. For a second River was tempted to remove his blindfold so that she could see her lover’s eyes, but she decided against it.

  She liked him like this, at her mercy.

  Instead of reaching for the scarf covering his eyes, she moved lower on Leo’s body. Her breasts came into contact with the super-heated flesh of his engorged cock, and they both resonated with the contact. Teasingly, slowly, River made sure to fit his swollen dick between her plump flesh, stroking up and down, as she kissed first up his belly, then down, then up and down again.

  “River, please,” Leo moaned, his knuckles white where they grasped the leather of his bindings.

  “What, Leo?” River murmured, her eyes flitting between the sensual moue of her paramedic’s mouth and the sight of Fen, leaning forward in his chair so he didn’t miss a second, pumping his cock between his fingers.

  “God, you’re killing me,” he groaned. “I’m going to come…”

  “I want you to come,” was River’s response, as she moved a few inches lower on his body, just low enough that her tongue could lap at the salty drop of fluid at his tip.

  His groan was harsher this time–a man obviously at the end of his rope.

  “River…”

  She smiled. He didn’t deserve such torture. So instead of continuing to tease him, River moved lower, her small hands pushing apart his thighs, as she lapped gently at Leo’s balls.

  “Holy fuck,” was all he could say, unable to stop himself from pushing his hips up at her sweet little mouth. He’d wanted this woman for so ridiculously long–had loved her with an intensity that had been painful at times. To finally have her, devoting herself like this to him, was beyond his every fantasy.

  Even more fantastical however, was the fact he could feel how much she not only wanted him, but loved him. Her desire to please him, to pleasure him, was rooted in the sort of affection and trust he thought she’d never feel for him.

  Leo also realized he felt River’s emotions because of Fen, and he knew the selkie was still in the room with them. But that fact didn’t bother Leo. In fact, the thought of sharing River with Fen only turned him on, not least because Leo recognized the gifts the selkie had given the couple.

  First the selkie had helped River open her heart to Leo, then Fen had saved both River and her brother from Rick.

  All thoughts but River suddenly melted as her mouth moved from his balls, her tongue lapping in long strokes up the underside of his shaft, and then her hot mouth closed on his head.

  “Oh, God, yes,” Leo groaned. River took him as deeply as she could, then pulled back, dragging her lips along his flesh, only to bob again, and again, until Leo begged her for release.

  That’s when Fen couldn’t take anymore.

  The selkie made a noise, causing River to meet his gaze. His black eyes–for he’d dropped his glamour, coming to his humans in his own skin–were pleading, and River responded by letting up on her human lover’s cock just long enough to give her supernatural lover a sexy, come-hither smile.

  “Fen’s going to join us now, Leo,” she told him, wondering what he was seeing in his mind’s eye, behind his blindfold.

  “He’s walking behind the bed. He’s running his hand over my back, over my hips, over my ass…”

  A soft gasp told Leo that Fen was touching River intimately now. The paramedic’s own fingers itched to touch the woman, knowing she’d be so wet, so ready.

  Her tongue lapping at him again only partially distracted him, and then her words brought him right back where he’d been.

  “He’s fingering me now. Fuck, I’m so wet….” another throaty moan, then River was able to start talking again.

  “His fingers are inside of me, pumping…his thumb’s on my clit…but I want him to fuck me…”

  River took Leo back in her mouth, sucking him hard and fast, stroking up and down with tongue and lips and teeth. He knew she was trying to keep a rein on her own pleasure, till he was ready.

  “Oh god, Fen,” River moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me and make me come…”

  Her mouth was again full, and it was Leo’s turn to moan, nearly orgasming at the fantasies of what he couldn’t see happening in that room raging through his mind. He could “see” River on her knees between his thighs, sucking him so ardently as the selkie worked her with his fingers.

  They both groaned in anticipation when the bed dipped as Fen joined them, kneeling behind River.

  “Is this what you want, lass?” Leo heard Fen ask. The girl moaned an affirmation around his cock, sending a humming sensation straight up Leo’s spine.

  Suddenly River was moaning even louder, the humming increasing. Her mouth watered along his cock, and Leo knew that Fen must have pushed his cock inside of her.

  The selkie, meanwhile, loved his own view. River’s dark, curly hair spread out over Leo’s strong brown thighs, the sounds of her moans as wet and full as those emitting from her cunt, stuffed with his cock.

  Leo’s jaw was slack as he moaned his own pleasure. He was so close, sending waves of lust crashing through both of his lovers.

  “I can’t,” the paramedic moaned. “I can’t hold back.”

  River only sucked him harder, and Fen let his hand fall down between the girl’s legs. He found the ripe, wet clit that was the center of her pleasure, and he began rubbing her in the quick, rough strokes he knew would bring her as quickly as possible.

  Fen also fucked her harder, not wanting to come in her yet, but wanting her to know she was theirs–her man’s and her selkie’s–as much as they were hers.

  Suddenly the belt holding Leo’s left hand came free, and his hand immediately found River’s hair. She sighed as his fingers tangled in her long curls, and then he helped her find his rhythm, fucking up into her throat, even as she moved her mouth on him.

  “Make him come, lass,” Fen admonished her, rubbing her all the while. He also upped the stakes by wetting the thumb of his other hand in his mouth, and bringing it to the rosebud of her anus.

  His finger swirled, and she bucked against him, her pussy squeezing him tightly even as she nearly came.

  She was lost when she felt that thick thumb push in, p
ast the tight ring of her ass, penetrating her as slowly and inexorably as she knew Fen would, or Leo would, or both men would, later in the night.

  That thought was the last straw. Fen felt River shatter a second before Leo knew she was coming by her strangled cries.

  Her pussy convulsed around Fen, milking him with an aggressive suckling that nearly made him lose control. The wash of her emotions was even stronger, as was Leo’s as he neared his own climax.

  “I said make him come,” Fen commanded, giving River a sharp slap on her ass. To his surprise, that only set her off again, her pussy quivering in renewed pleasure around him.

  A second later, River succeeded. Her hot mouth, the wet suckling and soft mewls of pleasure, brought Leo’s own orgasm crashing up through his balls. He steadied River’s head as he shot jet after jet of his semen down her throat. But despite his obvious enjoyment, the blindfold Leo wore was wet with his tears.

  He was still crying when River removed his blindfold, kissing the tears away with such gentleness and love he almost believed he’d give up the pleasure of her mouth on him for this moment of closeness.

  Almost.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  “You didn’t come,” River said to Fen, when she eventually extricated herself from Fen’s arms to sit up. She undid the belts binding Leo’s wrists to her bed, running her hand provocatively down the paramedic’s chest as she turned back to her selkie.

  “No,” was all he said.

  Leo sat up in bed, scooting back as he did so. His moving gave River room to turn her body to Fen. But she made sure to bend over slowly, getting on her hands and knees slowly, sensually, looking back at Leo the whole time.

  He licked his lips, watching every movement she made with ardent eyes. The only other time he’d seen her naked body she’d been ravaged by Trevor, after all.

  Now his eyes took in every curve, every flare, every soft pad of flesh. That she was so scarred didn’t bother him. He saw the marks on her body as evidence of her courage, her resilience, as well as what they’d gone through afterward together.