Redemption FinalWPF6 7

by L. E. Harner

  Uriah muttered something and looked away, his eyes scanning the distant cliff tops as the sky turned a deeper indigo. The rough-and-tumble wildness of the river rumbled through the evening air, and Gabe thought he could almost hear the excuses Uriah was likely forming.

  Then Uriah knelt beside him, placed a big hand on Gabe’s chest, and he leaned in close to whisper. His breath was a caress that lit a fire deep in Gabe’s belly. “I don’t know how to be with a man,” Uriah whispered. “Teach me.”

  Then their lips touched and the kiss was as heated and tempting as any sin. Gabe reached for Diane, who stretched out alongside and wrapped her long legs over his. Almost lazily, he pulled away from Uriah’s kiss to taste Diane. Their tongues battled, her eyes closed, and she moaned deep in her throat.

  “Oh, fuck,” Uriah whispered, pressing himself even closer and they fought each other in a sloppy three-way kiss. This was like nothing Gabe had ever experienced. These two knew him in a way that not even Marcus did. They’d seen his hands tremble as he poured away his crutch, and they would hold him tonight when the dreams came. They knew the worst and they wanted him anyway.

  “Let’s move this back to the shelter, we’re too exposed here,” Gabe said, suddenly feeling the urge to take control.

  “I want to wash first,” Uriah said, finally pulling back from Diane. “Someone’s been hogging all the water.”

  “Me too,” Gabe agreed. Suddenly everything took on an air of normalcy. All thoughts of self-pity and shyness were gone. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to go after it. Grab life with both hands and if he could somehow manage to make these two his forever…then he would.

  With a deliciously naughty grin, Diane smiled at them. “Why don’t you two take your time? Maybe do a little inventory, wash each other’s backs. I’ll go rearrange the sleeping bags and make sure there are no uninvited guests waiting to sting our important parts.”

  He admired Diane’s long, straight back as she walked across the small clearing. She was one fine looking woman. One who knew herself and knew her men. She was right, of course. Uriah needed to learn something about himself before things went any further.

  Chapter Ten

  Still standing at the edge of the pool, Uriah quickly stripped off his shorts and tried not to stare at Gabe’s body. Brown fur covered well-defined pecs, a flat stomach, and he knew from watching Gabe jack off that his dick was nicely proportioned. He was hit with a momentary wave of uncertainty. It was a long way from letting a guy suck your cock to letting one fuck you. The thought made his ass pucker and a shiver ran up his spine despite the heat that lingered long past sunset.

  Gabe seemed to notice the direction of his gaze and gave a sexy, knowing grin. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his soaking wet shorts and pushed them down. He stroked his hard cock while he spoke. “Thinking about me fucking your ass, Uriah? Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow. I’ll make you moan with it.”

  Uriah grinned back at the sexy challenge. Even if he was nervous, he could do smack talk. Hell, especially if he was nervous. “We’ll see who fucks who, old man.”

  Gabe barked a loud laugh that bounced off the canyon walls. “I have your number, college boy. I know exactly what you need. Now, before you chicken out, why don’t you kneel down here and see what kind of a blowjob you can give?”

  The moment stretched out, but Gabe never looked away, never changed his expression, just waited with those damn light-colored eyes, patient, understanding. Uriah didn’t know why he was hesitating. He knew he wanted this, had dreamed of this. But what if he messed it up somehow?

  “Touch me, Uriah. I want your hand on my cock.” Gabe’s whispered demand skittered along his spine and coiled around to grip him by the balls. He couldn’t have disobeyed that quiet order, even if he’d wanted to. Caught in the net of Gabe’s gaze, Uriah dropped to his knees in the sun-warmed water and reached blindly until his hand brushed the top of the other man’s thighs. The unfamiliar feel of the coarse hair was a jolt to his system and his pulse rate skyrocketed.

  Oh God, I want this, but—

  Knowing his own body hadn’t prepared him for the sensation of the velvet on steel of the other man. Like his, but not his. He might not know his way, but he was content to explore, to be guided, to taste. Saliva pooled in his mouth as his fist closed around Gabe’s hard cock. Moistening his lips, Uriah finally looked down to see the thick length of the other man. Gabe’s engorged cock twitched in his hand and a pearlescent drop gathered in the slit.

  Uriah glanced up at Gabe and saw the desire etched on the other man’s face.

  “Go ahead. Taste me.”

  Uriah nodded, then leaned down to swipe his tongue over the mushroom head, catching the salty-bitter taste of pre-cum tart across his taste buds. He followed an unfamiliar path, tracing the veins, finding the bundle of nerves, delicately discovering the places Gabe liked to be touched. Then he wrapped his lips around Gabe and slid his lips until Gabe’s cock bumped against the back of his throat. He coughed against the unfamiliar sensation. He tried again. And again. Each slick downward slide was slow and sweet.

  There was a tug against the nape of his neck as Gabe twisted Uriah’s hair around his fist, a heavy weight, guiding, encouraging. Following an ancient rhythm, he took the other man’s shaft, sucking, licking, humming his pleasure.

  They were together in the mystery of the canyon, steeped in the magic of their loving, in the rich glow of the moment.

  “That’s right. Feels so good, Uriah, so good. That’s it. Now ease back, or you’re going to push me too far, and I’m not near enough finished with you yet.”

  With a smacking pop, Uriah pulled off Gabe’s cock and sat up to meet Gabe’s gaze. There was no mistaking the look of lust, or pride, and maybe even a hint of ownership on Gabe’s face. He was sure his own face lit up in a smug smile.

  “You turn around now, Uriah. Lay back against my lap.”

  “What the—” he began, confused about what Gabe might have in mind. He turned his back, fairly certain they weren’t going to fuck out here…but still his pulse thumped loudly in his ears.

  “Relax. I’m gonna wash your hair, Uriah. Then we’re going to go up and claim our woman. Think you can handle that?” Gabe grabbed Uriah’s hair in a tight fist and tugged him sharply backward until he was on his back in the small pool of water. It was as if the twist of the hair pulled directly on his cock. The feeling of being overpowered, possessed, washed over him as Gabe smiled down.

  “Oh, yes, Uriah…I do know what you need. I’m going to give it to you. Now just close your eyes and lie still. Strong fingers threaded through his long hair and massaged his scalp. They used no shampoo, just cool, fresh water. Then Gabe gathered Uriah’s hair and used it as a lever to help him back into a sitting position. “Now you wash my back,” Gabe ordered. He dropped Uriah’s heavy wet hair and turned around. Again, they were careful of the land and only used the sand from the riverbed to scrub. Gabe stretched and arched like a cat under his firm hands.

  One minute Gabe acted as if he were going to devour Uriah, the next Gabe demanded he return the attention. He was off balance, hyperaware of every movement, of every breath, and horny as hell.

  “Hey, you boys going to stay down there all night? Or can a gal have some of that man-loving, too?” Diane called out, a smile in her voice.

  Uriah looked into the laughing face of the man holding him and smiled back. Whatever this was, it was all going to be okay. Gabe was teaching him, he realized. Showing him how to be with a man, without overwhelming him.

  “Yes,” Uriah said, the word pulled from him on a sigh.

  Gabe cupped Uriah’s face between his hands. “Yes, what, Uriah?”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  Gabe’s smile was slow and dead sexy. “You don’t need to worry about that. Let’s go get our woman.”

  Gabe’s words went straight to his core and raised his body temperature by ten degrees. They were cool enough now with the w
ater from the river, but in their half cave, it might just get a little toasty. He could handle it if they could.

  ****

  Diane would have creamed her pants if she’d been wearing any, when Uriah swallowed Gabe’s cock. The crude phrase made her smile. Just how open was she willing to be? It wasn’t as if she’d actually led a chaste life before she'd married Pete. She was very lucky it was only hepatitis B and not HIV that had made her so ill. She’d been indiscriminate and often not aware of her surroundings or the identity of her partners and she’d not used protection consistently. Getting clean and sober had involved a year’s worth of blood tests. Each one left her anxious, sick to her stomach, afraid of the results. She’d had no pride, no sense of self-preservation.

  Given her history, it was strange to realize that the butterflies in her stomach were likely symptoms of shyness. Because she realized her time with Uriah and Gabe was her second chance. She’d been a hedonistic, self-absorbed, spoiled teenager who’d given away her innocence, her body, in exchange for anything that would get her high. Uriah had saved her from that life, but she’d never really believed she could be loved. Not after the things she’d done.

  Diane carefully prepared her words as the men walked toward her. They didn’t hold hands but their arms brushed, shoulders bumped, both pairs of eyes steady on her face. When they reached her, Gabe took the lead and moved in to capture her mouth with his. One of Uriah’s arms circled her waist, the other pulled Gabe so that the three of them were pressed together. As much as she wanted to get lost in the moment, Diane knew that she had to speak now.

  “Gabe, Uriah. Can we talk just for a second? I’m not trying to back out and believe me, I do want this, but I don’t want to blow it with either of you. I want you to know that this is important to me. I went through a time in my life when sex was just a means to an end. It was the currency in which I traded. It wasn’t sex the other night and it isn’t going to be sex now. At least not for me. I know we don’t know each other all that well, Gabe, but I see how you look at Uriah and I see how he looks at you. I want to feel a part of that. If that’s going to be a problem, you should let me know now.”

  “Dee, it’s not a problem. I saw the way you and Uriah looked at each other when we were at Phantom Ranch, and I wanted to be a part of that, too. Threesomes can be hard. You know this isn’t my first, but this is the first I’ve wanted as more than just an evening’s entertainment. Uriah has needs that I know I can fill, but I worry about you and your needs. Make no mistake, sweetheart, I want you every bit as much as I want Uriah. But he’s going to need a little more special handling this first time, don’t you think? I don’t know what this is or how long it can last or where we can take it. I know I want to try. Like you told me at the river, let’s take it one day at a time.”

  Gabe pressed himself closer to her. His hands moved to cup her face and he gently pressed a kiss to her lips. “You were right to give us some time alone at the river, and he needs most of my attention right now. But we both need you here with us. Both want you here.” He kept his gaze locked with hers, and she saw the truth of his words and his worry that she might not believe him. She nodded, and her heart swelled at the care this man was showing her. He would care for her Uriah as much as she did. They shifted slightly as Gabe moved to pull Uriah closer into the embrace. For a long moment the three of them just stood there, foreheads pressed together.

  Diane looked up at Uriah. His eyes were closed, his mouth curved in a gentle smile. She exchanged a quick glance with Gabe and smiled. He was right. This first time for the three of them, they needed to focus on the younger man. She and Gabe had enough experience between them, experience that neither of them were necessarily proud of. Now it was time to make this special for Uriah, for his first time in a threesome, his first time with another man.

  As if he had indeed been reading her thoughts, Gabe pushed against Uriah’s shoulder, and then wrapped an arm around his waist to help lower the big man to the pile of sleeping bags. Uriah lay back, jet-black hair spread around his head, their very own bronzed Adonis. For a minute, Diane was tempted to sit back against the wall and just watched the two men. She carefully lowered herself to the sleeping bag and stretched out alongside Uriah. Her hands traced over his heated skin.

  Closing the scant distance, Diane swiped her tongue over Uriah’s chest and tasted the lingering salt despite the river bath. Her other hand traced a gentle path along the sensitive skin of his neck and jaw. Gabe leaned over Uriah’s chest to lick and nip over the smooth skin. When his teeth closed over the pebbled nipple, Uriah hitched a breath and arched up into the contact.

  “Feels so good. Oh God. Kiss me, Diane.” Shifting her position, she threaded her fingers into the long black strands at the back of Uriah’s head, holding him in place, pulling him into the kiss. Uriah moaned again when Diane pushed her tongue between parted lips, for a long, slow kiss. She resisted his attempt to pull her onto his chest and instead rose on her knees. She wanted to make sure that she could reach everything and still watch as Gabe took their lover for the first time. If I died right now, I would die a happy woman.

  ****

  “Want you college boy, make you feel so good. Make you mine. Gonna make you ours.”

  “Yes, yours,” Uriah moaned. “Both of you.” His heart hammered with the truth of his own words. He wanted to belong to these two. Belong. He was so on fire he couldn’t even think what he meant. He should be nervous…afraid. He was going to let another man fuck him. Jesus. That knowledge had him leaking. He wasn’t vain, but he knew what he looked like. Women found him attractive. Men, too. Size queens. They all wanted to know if his dick was as big as he was—all willing to bend over and give it up. He’d never had a problem finding someone to get him off, but he’d always felt like there should be…more. He’d thought it was because he’d wanted Diane and couldn’t have her. But his dick had been hard ever since Gabe challenged him in front of the cantina. Having both…belonging to both…

  Raising his head, Uriah tried to watch as his lovers tasted their way down his body but when they began to lick and bite at on his nipples, his head pressed back and his body arched upward.

  “Oh, so sweet. Such a nice response,” Gabe said. Hit bit down harder, and Uriah couldn’t hold back either the shudder that wracked through him or the moan that signaled his pleasure.

  “So very sensitive. I think we’re gonna pierce these, Uriah,” Gabe said, breath whispering across the damp nub. “Nice gold hoops, maybe a chain. Something to tug on, make sure you’re paying attention.”

  Uriah’s muscles trembled and he fought against the noises that wanted to escape at his pleasure. Kissing Diane would have been enough to send him to distraction. But her nimble hands stroked him and made him feel that the top half of his body was surrendering, undone by a wave of love.

  Gabe continued to move further down his body, pausing to bite, then soothe, to suck up marks. Jesus. It was as if he were being devoured. Then a wet, slick heat engulfed him, and he lifted his head long enough to see Gabe’s lips stretched wide around his spit-slick cock and wanted to thrust as hard as he could. As if sensing his desperation for friction, Gabe held his hips down while he sucked and licked. His tongue swirled over the top, firm, pointed. He pressed into the slit, then changed the stroke and flicked against the bundled nerves on the underside of his cock.

  Gabe bent Uriah legs and pushed them toward his chest. Unsure where to put his hands, Uriah held his knees, opening himself. Dee placed one of her hands over his while she continued to work her fingers and mouth across his chest. Gabe pressed his thighs further apart, guiding him until his hips rolled up slightly. His emotions went everywhere in this new position. Exposed, vulnerable, excited.

  “Nice. Mmm…not much hair here. We’re gonna remove all of it, shave you bare,” Gabe said. “Maybe another piercing. Such a pretty cock deserves some jewelry. Oh, yeah. I can see you like that idea, too.” He thought Diane might have moaned right along with him.<
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  A slick of hot, wet tongue against his anus was followed by a light brush of air. “Jesus Christ,” he said. His hips jerked, and he might have tried to sit up with the shock of pleasure that seared through him. Gabe was between his legs, and Uriah felt the pressure as one finger pushed against his tight opening.

  “Relax, Uriah, I won’t hurt you. Dee, I want to see you touch yourself, feed Uriah from your sweet, hot pussy.”

  Diane knelt upright beside Uriah. With one hand she pinched her full, heavy breasts, the other trailed down her belly, and she rubbed a palm over her mound. When he looked up, he found her heavy gaze locked on his, waiting for him.

  “Gabe liked watching us, lover. Do you want to watch me, Uriah?” she asked. Her voice was velvet across his senses. She slipped a finger inside with a moan and took her time, fucking herself with long, slow strokes. She spread her own juices over her clit, and moaned.

  Just as she brought her creamy fingers to his mouth, Gabe slipped the tip of a finger in his ass. Uriah’s senses went on overload, as the other man alternated fingertip and tongue until his muscles loosened and he started pushing back, seeking more. The pressure with the second finger felt good, and dear God, he wanted more. His hips rocked as he tried to capture more pressure, and when Gabe pushed in the next time, Uriah was so full, he knew it had to be three fingers.

  Desperate for release, Uriah reached for his rock-hard cock, only to have his hand smacked away by Gabe. “Ours.” His voice came out a guttural growl that sent every nerve ending on high alert.

  “Touch me,” Diane said, pulling his attention back the other direction. He was being tossed, turned, pulled in every direction. Compelled by her words, the look on her face, Uriah’s fingers found her pussy, and he spread her cream before slipping two fingers inside. His thumb found her clit and he rubbed as he pumped. Her moans let him know just how close she was to coming. He rubbed faster.