Ocean's Surrender

by Denise Townsend

  Once on her hands and knees, River made sure she parted her thighs, giving Leo a good view of her slick sex. But her own eyes had moved to Fen’s dark, selkie gaze. He was enjoying not only the display she presented to both he and Leo, but also the waves of emotion rolling off of her.

  He could feel River’s pleasure, her affection for both her partners, her burgeoning love for Leo and her own amazement at her actions and the situation.

  Fen couldn’t wait to amaze her even more, although she was doing quite well on her own.

  River, meanwhile, had finally positioned herself where she wanted to be—body open and inviting for Leo, while facing Fen and that hard cock that had given her such pleasure and not yet taken any for himself.

  Just not fair, she thought, as she reached out a small hand to stroke, oh so gently, down Fen’s hot length. He grunted in approval, moving forward.

  “Let me taste you,” she said, looking up at him with that chocolate gaze. How could he resist?

  Fen moved forward a bit more, and River took a firmer grasp on the base of his cock. But before she tasted him, she looked back at Leo.

  “Touch me,” was all she said, and then she faced front, until her breath was kissing the tip of Fen’s cock a second before her tongue lapped out.

  She could taste not only the salty precome beading his tip, but her own juices coating his hard shaft. The thought that she tasted them together, mingled, actually turned her on even more, although even that excitement was eclipsed when she felt Leo’s first, tentative touch on the back of her thigh.

  Moving her soft mouth down the length of Fen’s cock, River closed her eyes with a sigh as Leo’s hands grew bolder. She felt the bed dip as he moved–probably to his knees–so he had better access to all that warm skin.

  Fen watched inch after inch of his cock disappear into River’s mouth, felt her tongue moving on the underside of him in delightful circles, as Leo’s dark hands roved over River’s pale flesh. The paramedic began at the woman’s shoulders–touching her almost reverently, running his palms down the length of her back. He did this again and again, as if memorizing her, sometimes running his hands down over her spine, sometimes over the outside of her ribs. Leo’s hands would always stop just short over her backside, until one time they didn’t. Instead he let his hands continue on their path, down over the soft globes of her ass, down her plump thighs and then back up.

  Fen meanwhile, knotted his hands in River’s hair, and began pumping himself gently in and out of her mouth. He knew she loved this–loved giving pleasure, loved knowing he was using her for his pleasure. So he let River feel just what that mouth of hers did to him.

  Leo’s hands, meanwhile, were growing bolder. He was not only rubbing her ass, letting his hands trail up the inner length of her thighs, but he was rubbing in such a way that his view of her sex was increased. He loved the soft curls dusting her mound; the flash of her pink sex and darker pink anus winking at him.

  Eventually it was too much for Leo, and he had to have a taste. So he moved around till he could kneel in front of her, on his elbows, and dip his face into her warm, wet sex.

  Fen knew to brace himself when Leo went in, but still River’s moan around his cock nearly made the selkie come. Her pleasure and her excitement overwhelmed him, and it only increased as Leo’s long licks up her slit grew bolder, until he was licking all the way from her oversensitive clit to rim her equally sensitive asshole.

  Sensing how close she was, Leo desperately wanted to make River come. He lapped at her clit even as his fingers pushed into her pussy. He kept lapping, fucking her gently, hearing her moans muffled by Fen’s cock. Leo knew she was close, so he sat back on his heels, moving his fingers to her clit to caress her with rough, sure strokes as his fingers, wet from her drenched pussy, found her asshole. Pushing into her with a thick finger made River cry out, losing Fen’s cock as her eyes closed, her expression one of utter pleasure.

  “Come for him, River,” Fen said. He held her jaw, staring down at her eyes as he talked to her. “Come all over his fingers.”

  And River did, coming in a great whoosh of pleasure. Fen felt his balls tighten, hearing her orgasm echo in harsh cries through the room and seeing her body shake. When he pushed his cock into her mouth again she was still moaning, but she accepted it gladly. As she continued to orgasm, Leo’s fingers expertly driving her ever onward, Fen let himself go. He plunged once, twice, three times down her hot mouth, sucking feverishly at him in the throes of her own orgasm, until he too, came. She swallowed every drop, her eyes still unfocused, suffused with pleasure.

  Fen withdrew from River’s mouth, moving sideways to collapse on the bed. Without him there to support her, River also sprawled forward, looking back at Leo with a delighted expression.

  Not least because she could see the paramedic was hard again, and ready for more. She moved on to her back, letting her thighs fall open as she gestured to him.

  “Come fuck me, Leo,” she said.

  He didn’t need to be asked twice.

  Moving up her body, she thrilled at the sight of his dark, tattooed arms where she’d always wanted them–around her, holding him above her, so that he could make love to her.

  He kissed her then, and Fen made sure to let her feel every emotion coursing through the paramedic’s body–all that love, all that lust, focused on her.

  “I love you,” Leo whispered, even as she reached down to take him in her hand.

  “I know,” she said. She wasn’t quite able to tell him the same, but she knew Fen would make sure Leo felt what she was really saying–that she loved him too. But she also rubbed the tip of his cock against the slick heat of her cunt, just in case he wasn’t getting the message.

  “Oh, River,” Leo moaned, as he sank deep. She was so wet, so tight, her pussy clutching at him as he moved in, then out, as slowly as he possibly could, considering what he wanted was to slam into her over and over, taking her, marking her as his own.

  River groaned back her own pleasure, her hands moving all over him, everywhere she could reach. They were learning each others’ bodies, bodies they’d both fantasized about for so long.

  Why on earth did I wait? River wondered. Now that she was finally here, in Leo’s arms, it made no sense ever to be anywhere else. What was I thinking?

  Leo’s thoughts ran along similar lines—him wondering why on earth she’d ever thought it was a good idea to hold out on this. For being in each other’s arms felt right, in a way Leo had never experienced before.

  Pumping into her over and over, Leo learned River’s face in a new way. He saw the expressions she made when he pushed into her as far as he could, and the look she gave him when he withdrew, then pushed again. He learned the sighs she made, the whimpers and the soft mewls. He learned she bit her lip when she got too near her inner precipice, and that she bit his if he pushed her too near that place before she was ready.

  “Sweet River,” Leo murmured, hovering above her on his elbow while he allowed his other hand to explore the front of her–those plump breasts with their fat little nipples, her soft belly.

  When his fingers moved lower, to find her clit, she buried her face upwards, into his neck, biting and kissing him to keep herself under control.

  Leo wanted to make River come again, but the girl had other ideas. She pushed him up, away, rough enough to startle him. But it was only so that she could sit up and shove him back, so he lay before her.

  “My turn,” she said with a wicked grin, as she flung her knee over him. They both cried out as she slid down, down, till her wet lips were grinding against his groin and her mouth locked on his in an ardent kiss. Then she sat back up, riding him with long, sure strokes.

  She also looked around for Fen.

  The selkie was watching the couple, stroking himself, getting himself hard again. River couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of him, ready for another round.

  She crooked a finger, and Fen was never one to keep a lady waiting.
/>   Her mouth went first. Bending at the waist, she didn’t stand on ceremony but sucked him in with a long, hard draw. Conveniently, this put him nearer the front of her bed, where her nightstand was.

  He opened the drawer, pulling out her smaller vibe and the bottle of lube.

  Of course, River saw. The lust that swamped over Leo and Fen nearly wrecked them both, and Fen hastily dampened her desire for fear they’d both come too early.

  After all, Fen had spent the last ten minutes not only watching Leo and River fuck, but also choreographing Round Three, which depended on Round Two, this round, ending a certain way.

  So Fen kept River’s lust from driving them to the edge, even as he moved behind the girl. A gentle pressure between her shoulder blades encouraged her to lean forward, putting her weight on the hands planted on either side of Leo’s shoulders.

  It also left her ass open and exposed to Fen.

  River gasped as something slick and cold dripped into her crack, and then she felt Fen’s smooth it down, in and over her asshole. Then his finger dipped in, pushing inside of her, almost immediately to be joined by a second. He scissored his fingers, opening her, even as he turned on the slim vibe.

  Both River and Leo’s eyes widened as Fen worked, ever so slowly, the gently vibrating plastic into River’s backside.

  “Holy shit,” Leo whispered, desperately thinking of baseball, football, darts, bowling…anything to keep from coming at this wholly unfamiliar, yet utterly exquisite, sensation.

  Fen’s large warm hand on the small of River’s back helped settle her, as he continued to slide the slim vibe in and out. He was stretching her, opening her for the main event.

  He was also driving Leo insane.

  “Fen,” the paramedic barked, nearly at the end of his rope. The vibrations against his cock were getting to be too much. Fen smirked at the paramedic, as he moved behind River and gently pulled out the vibe.

  The reprieve was short-lived, however, for Fen’s thick cock almost immediately replaced the vibrator. The selkie pushed, gently but inexorably, as River collapsed forward onto Leo’s chest. Winding his hands in her hair, the paramedic raised her lips to his, kissing her as he watched the pleasure-pain drift over her face.

  “So full,” she whispered, eyes widening to Manga proportions as Fen finally bottomed out. “So fucking full…”

  She knew she was a goner when Fen started to move inside of her, fucking her ass gently. The pressure from being stuffed so full of cock pushed her clit forward, making it rub against Leo with every stroke.

  “More,” she whimpered. “More…”

  Then Leo started to move as well, timing his thrusts so that one of them was always filling the girl. River meanwhile, just let them fuck her, use her, fill her–she’d never felt so completely fucked, so full, yet so paradoxically safe at the same time.

  She could let herself go, let herself be pleasured by these two men, whom she trusted utterly.

  And, she told herself, coming to her senses long enough to see Leo peering at her with absolute wonder, whom I maybe love. A little bit.

  Okay, more than a little bit.

  Her orgasm came seconds later, sweeping over her as inexorably as the tides, buffeting her to and fro as if she were a boat on storm-tossed waves.

  This time, Fen opened his empathic channels wide so he and Leo could feel every crest of her climax. Both men came seconds later, caught up with River in their shared pleasure.

  Next thing River knew, Leo’s fingers were still in her cunt, enjoying the soft spasms and stringing along her orgasm.

  She was somehow lying between the two men. She didn’t remember anything but her climax–not when they’d pulled out, or how she’d ended up in this position, cuddled between them with Leo’s fingers between her legs.

  But she wasn’t complaining. Instead she snuggled close, content in a way she would never have thought possible just a short week before.

  In fact, this was a perfect moment. A moment River wished could last forever. A moment…

  “Round Three?” Fen asked, tracing a hand up River’s ribs before lazily pinching her nipple.

  A moment that’s just going to get better, River realized, giggling as she turned to her selkie to see what he had planned for them next.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  “What is it?” Leo mumbled in River’s ear, then stole the opportunity to kiss that delicate shell. Even mostly asleep, he could still marvel that he now had the opportunity to do so.

  “I think Fen just left.” River sat up in the bed, listening intently. She’d been asleep, but had woken up when she heard Fen moving around her bedroom. The selkie had gone to the bathroom, and she’d nearly dozed off again until she realized he hadn’t come back.

  Fully awake now, River heard someone creep downstairs, and then she heard the sliding back door open and close.

  “I’m going to go check on him,” she said. She stood, but Leo grabbed her hand.

  “River,” was all he said, but she could hear the anxiety in his words. Even without Fen, she could read Leo like an open book. She always could, she realized.

  She turned around to lean over Leo, kissing his lips roughly, firmly.

  “I just want to see if he’s leaving, for good. I’d never go with him. I couldn’t if I wanted, anyway.”

  “Do you want to?” Leo could barely choke out the words.

  “No,” River said, smoothing a soft hand over the paramedic’s stubble-rough jaw. “I have everything I’ve ever wanted, right here. I just want to say goodbye, if he’s leaving.”

  Leo’s relief was palpable. She guessed that without Fen there, actively helping Leo understand how their little ménage worked, Leo was worried she might love the selkie more than him.

  But it wasn’t about whom she loved more. She loved both men equally, if she were honest. But only one of them wanted to be held on to, and River was smart enough to understand that while love smoothed the way for a lot of things, it couldn’t really conquer everything.

  She also understood that sometimes loving someone was its own gift and its own reward.

  “Want me to go with you?” Leo asked. River paused.

  “No, if you don’t mind. I want to thank him. For you, and for everything else he gave me.”

  Leo laughed. “He didn’t give me to you. I was always yours.”

  “But I wasn’t ready to accept that. Fen helped me get there.”

  Leo lay back on the pillows.

  “Then go. Tell him thank you for me too. Tell him I’d like to see him again, and that he’s always welcome here.”

  A grin split River’s face. “You mean that?”

  “Of course,” Leo said. “He had his Round Three, but I never got my Round Four.”

  Seemingly impossibly, River actually felt her belly throb with lust she’d assumed she was way too shagged out to feel, maybe ever again. She leaned over this man, this generous, sensual, wonderful man, this man who had become her man and she kissed him again.

  “I love you.” She hadn’t told him that yet, and she felt it was the right time. Leo smiled up at her, beatifically.

  “I know. Now go say goodbye to Fen, and then get back up here. We can improvise with Round Three and a Half.”

  “Mmmm, I like that plan,” River replied, going to grab her robe and her hard-soled indoor/outdoor slippers.

  The walk to the beach was chilly pre-dawn, and River was glad she’d grabbed her flashlight off of its hook by the back door.

  Fen was standing just at the water’s edge, clearly waiting for her.

  “Hey,” she said, coming to stand next to him, shoulder to shoulder.

  “Hey.”

  “She’s gorgeous tonight,” River said, admiring the moon’s light rippling off the swells of the waves lapping the shore.

  “Yes. But she’s always a looker.”

  River laughed, but with a note of sadness.

  “Are you leaving?”

  “Aye. But just for a
few days. I’ve got to take care of Rick’s father, if need be, so I won’t be far.”

  “Why not just stay? Till everything is over?”

  Fen turned to River, and she admired his strong, fey features, turned silver in the moonlight.

  “Because you and Leo need to build up what we started tonight. And you need to do it without me. I make things too easy,” Fen teased, leaning forward to kiss River’s forehead gently.

  “I guess you do,” River said, thinking about how Leo was so confident about her relationship with the selkie when Fen was there, but less confident when Fen was gone. The selkie’s empathic abilities stood in for the communicating they needed to do for themselves.

  “But you’ll come back to visit?” River asked.

  “Yes. I’ll be back soon, and then I’ll drop in periodically. I’ve grown quite fond of Jason.”

  “Hey,” River said, swatting at Fen’s shoulder affectionately.

  Fen laughed. “And I’ve grown quite fond of you, lass. And that man you’ve got wrapped around your finger.”

  River blushed, looking down. “He’s not wrapped around my finger.”

  Placing a finger under River’s chin, the selkie raised her eyes to his.

  “Yes, he is, River. That man back there would do anything for you. And he’ll bear the burden alone, if he has to.”

  “But he’s not alone, I’m here,” River protested.

  “Yes, you are. But if when I leave, you get cold feet, he’ll let you walk away. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  “No,” River said, her voice small.

  “I’m telling you that he loves you so much he’ll let you make the biggest mistake of your life. He’ll let you pretend you don’t need him, that you don’t want him. He’ll let you wall yourself up here, in this little house, like Rapunzel in her tower.

  “It will kill him, but he’ll let you do that, if he thinks it’s what you really want.”

  “But I don’t want that,” River said, her voice firm.

  “Good. I know you don’t. But I know that’s how you lived for a very, very long time. Probably longer than you know. Then everything with Trevor only exacerbated all those tendencies. Those fears.