Gemini

by Rachel Billings

  “Oh! Oh! Ahh!” Gemini’s arms dropped to the bed, her legs fallen open as though she totally offered herself up, a sacrifice to the storm of his passion. She gave over to it, lost to the overwhelming stimulation of it, to the madness of this taking.

  It felt like he fucked her forever. She came, crying out, shuddering and wailing, but that didn’t stop him. He just growled and fucked her harder, shoved his fingers deeper into her, and told her with crude words that she wasn’t done. Unrelenting, he drove her up again, cursing as he tore into her, demanding more.

  A rough grunt accompanied each thrust now and he cursed out his instructions. “Take it, dammit. Take more. Fucking come. Again, baby. Again.”

  Given over, in his power, she had no capacity to resist. She convulsed, wracking in his arms, her consciousness splintered. Howling out in exquisite, explosive pleasure, she came, and came apart.

  With just the barest awareness, she heard his own savage growls, knew it as he collapsed on top of her with his final, uncontrolled thrusts, and felt the hot spurts of his cum deep inside her.

  He clutched around her, his hoarse moans sounding almost pained as he emptied himself into her.

  “Jesus. Jesus.” He covered her, his big hand tucking her head into his shoulder so their breath was shared. “Baby. Gem.”

  In a little while, he lifted off of her and moved to her side. But he still held her, keeping her close against him, and rocked her.

  It was another while before their breathing slowed. Finally, he lifted enough so he could see her. He took a hand to brush the hair back out of her face.

  “That doesn’t seem like I’m done, does it?”

  She smiled at the sweet humor in his eyes and the bone-deep satisfaction. “Doesn’t seem like it.”

  “You know, I think I love you, Gemini.”

  “You know, I think you do.”

  He grinned and rolled them a couple times until he had her tucked in under the covers, and into him.

  * * * *

  Clay held Gemini into the dark, and probably dozed a little himself. She’d fallen right off to sleep, to any man’s mind a sign that he’d done right by his woman.

  But he was aware when Quinn came up the stairs.

  He knew that Quinn had reinforced the floor that separated the bar from his apartment in order to deaden the noise on the rare nights he didn’t work to closing himself. Which was a good thing, as it worked both ways, and so the folks below probably hadn’t heard Gemini scream her head off. Or his own, totally manly growls as he’d blasted out that best-ever-bar-none amazing orgasm.

  As it was, a table or two of patrons may have had to brush chips of plaster off their dinners or fish them out of their drinks.

  He grinned at the thought, a man well-pleased and justifiably proud, damn it.

  He knew where Quinn was, though—had heard him grab a beer or a water from the fridge and slide open the door to the deck. So he did the right thing and pulled himself out of the bed.

  All he had to do was tuck his dick back into his pants and zip up, because that was as far undone as he’d gotten. He hadn’t even kicked his shoes off, and he took that as a testament to the way he’d lit the powder keg of Gemini’s passion. He’d never known a woman who wouldn’t stop whatever he was doing to her to bitch about his shoes on her bed.

  He took a look at her—his woman, by God—and realized she’d done only a little better. Her shoes were off—one thrown to either side of the bed. He must have done that at some point, but he didn’t remember it. Her blouse was torn open—he did remember that, her skirt was twisted up around her waist, and it looked like the wedgie her panties were giving her would be uncomfortable by morning.

  So, before he left her, he rolled her around a bit to get her undressed. He’d fucked her so far out, she did little more than murmur a small objection as he disturbed her. Then he tucked her back in under the blankets and pressed a kiss to her temple. He hoped both she and his buddy Quinn appreciated that he ignored the twinge in his dick that urged him to take one more go at her.

  He took a beer from the fridge for himself, pried the top off, and went out to the deck. He passed Quinn there in the chaise and propped his ass on the rail facing him. There was enough light to know Quinn was watching him as he took a long pull on the IPA. Then there was quiet for a minute as Clay sighed out his satisfaction and studied the stars.

  Quinn spoke first. “I thought you might be done with her.”

  Yeah, he’d been getting that a lot. He took another draw on his beer. “I’m not done.”

  “You don’t often go back for seconds.”

  Clay set the bottle down and gripped the deck rail hard. He probably shouldn’t slug his buddy for speaking the truth. “I suppose you’re right. But this is Gemini we’re talking about, isn’t it?”

  “Shit,” Quinn said. “You’re in love with her. You haven’t admitted that to her yet, have you?”

  Now he needed his beer again, but he figured it still wasn’t safe to let go of the rail. “I mighta mentioned it. In the heat of things.” Damned if he’d admit he’d been nothing but clear in his mind when he’d spoken those words.

  “Did she mention anything back?”

  Fuck. Had she? He thought about it and realized she hadn’t said the words. She’d just agreed with him that he was in love with her. The little bitch. If he didn’t feel compelled to work this deal out with Quinn, he’d march right in there and force her to admit the truth. He’d fuck it out of her if he had to. And enjoy doing it, by God. “Uh, not in so many words.”

  Quinn had his knee bent up, his hand with his near-empty resting on it, and Clay could see that he mostly held back a chuckle.

  “She loves me.” Clay could hear the pout in that himself and swore as Quinn laughed out loud. “She does.”

  Then Quinn sighed. “Yeah, I expect she does.”

  “I’ll bet you got her to say it to you, didn’t you?”

  “Well, yeah.” Quinn grinned, maybe not aware of how close he was to a pounding.

  Clay rubbed the back of his neck and looked up at the stars. Quinn was a good man, very likely the best of the three of them. If any of them deserved Gemini, if any should have her, it was probably Quinn. “You know you’re my brother, man. I’d lay my life down for you. But I can’t give her up for you. I probably should, but I can’t.”

  Quinn got up and came and stood beside him, facing the mountains beyond the deck. “I’m not asking you to do that, Clay.”

  “If she chooses you, I’ll back off. I swear I will. But I think I’ll want her every day of my life. And if you kick it, I’ll be nailing her before you’re cold in the ground.”

  Quinn let out a little heh-heh that somehow signaled wry acceptance. Then they were both quiet. After a long while, Quinn turned so they were both propped ass against the rail with gazes focused beyond the glass door to where their woman slept. “There’s no more reason you should give her up for me than I should give her up for you. And my guess is, Jace isn’t going to hold out against her past tomorrow. This is unchartered territory, man. I think we just need to wait and see how it works itself out.”

  “She said Jace told her this wasn’t like her, to give herself to three men.”

  “Yeah, it’s kind of a surprise, isn’t it? But really, I’m not complaining. And I’m not going to say no to what she’s willing to give me, whatever it is. If she wants to share herself with you and Jace, I’ll accept it.”

  “You know, if it were anyone else besides you two with designs on my woman, I’d be doing some damage.”

  Quinn nodded. “I get that. Totally.”

  Clay heaved one last sigh. “I’m headed home. I’ve got second shift tomorrow. Maybe I’ll come by in the morning.”

  “You know where to find us.”

  Yeah. Clay figured he did.

  * * * *

  Quinn watched Clay go, pretty certain there was a hitch in his buddy’s step before he headed downstairs. Pretty sure that refle
cted a consideration on Clay’s part to turn back to Gemini’s bedroom and lay claim to the girl by virtue of possession.

  But he was gone, and Quinn had his own urge to lay claim. So he gathered the empties and shut down the lights and headed in to his woman.

  She was out, well-tucked in and curled onto her side in the middle of the bed. He shucked his clothes and crawled in with her, nudging her over a bit to make room. She turned and curved into his body.

  “Clay?”

  “No. It’s Quinn.”

  She burrowed her face into his shoulder and breathed him in. “Oh. Quinn.” She kissed his skin. “I love you.”

  He smiled and held her against him as he rolled to his back, fully content.

  Bright sun lit her room when he woke again. He lifted a lid as he felt Gemini creep out of the bed and got a view of her sweet ass as she left the room. When he heard the shower running, he leapt up and took a whiz off the deck. It wasn’t a thing he did often, but sometimes the circumstances called for it. He always took a good look around for obvious observers before he did it. If old Mrs. Konik across the way was peeking from behind her curtains, well, that was on her. If she didn’t want to see his dick, she shouldn’t look.

  He hightailed it back to Gem’s bed and played possum until she tiptoed in. She climbed back into bed with him, skin all warm and scented from her shower.

  He took her right into his arms. “Good mornin’, sweetheart.”

  She smiled and lifted her face to his for his kiss. “Good morning.”

  Making more of the kiss, he leaned into her. “You smell good.”

  She murmured and ran her fingers into his hair, stroking his scalp.

  “And taste good.” He tucked her closer, sliding his hand along her back from her shoulders to her hip. “And feel good.”

  She was so warm and soft and sweet. His dick was hard and eager between their bodies. Apparently, she noticed, because she arched a little, letting him rut against her smooth, toned belly.

  “Now that,” he said, “is very good.”

  Gemini smiled again and held his head in her hands as she gazed into his eyes and then lifted up for another kiss. “This is all very good,” she said.

  “How about this?” he asked. He slid his hand up her ribcage, then brought it forward to cover her breast. Watching her, he stroked his thumb over her nipple until it tightened. Her eyes darkened.

  “That’s all right,” she said.

  He leaned further into her and shoved a knee up between her legs. He flicked his nail over her, treating the nipple a little more roughly. “‘All right’?”

  His knee was exerting a bit of pressure in a pretty good spot, or so he guessed by the way she rocked against him.

  “Yeah. Fine.”

  He grinned, fully aware that she was getting wet against his thigh. He grabbed her nipple between thumb and finger and gave it a significant tug.

  “Quinn.” She had her eyes closed now and her breathing was rough.

  “What, baby?”

  “You’re pretty good at this.”

  He tugged again. “‘Pretty good’? That’s all you got?”

  “Um…”

  “Guess I’m going to have to demonstrate. Turn on your back, babe.” Quinn helped her over, then pushed her arms up. “Grab hold of the bed.” It was dark cherry wood, a mission-style bed, with heavy slats in the head board. “Don’t let go until I tell you.”

  She wrapped her hands around two slats like a good girl. Quinn lifted back to get a good look. Her position with her arms raised had her breasts thrusting up in a totally hot way. “I like the look of that, babe,” he told her. Then he went for her, taking one raspberry nipple into his mouth and giving it a good pull, and thumbing the other.

  He sucked at the one nipple like a baby starved for milk, and squeezed and pulled at the other until she whimpered. He slid his other hand between his knee and her pussy and rubbed at her clit. She hummed out a happy little moan. “Still just okay?”

  “I said you were pretty good.” But she writhed as she said it, seeking more from his fingers, and he grinned his pleasure against her chest. He gave one more hard pull on her nipple then licked his way south.

  He made a path to her trimmed little strip of pubic hair and rubbed his face into it. He nuzzled and then found her clit with his tongue. Stroking her delicately, he gave them both just a taste of what was to come. Lifting to move between her thighs, he bent both her knees up. He put his hands under her ass and shoved her up so her head touched the top of the bed.

  “Put your hands behind your knees now.” He knelt between her legs and grabbed her clit between thumb and fingers to keep her simmering.

  She did what he asked, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted her spread open, totally vulnerable and on display for him. “Further. Get your knees into the crooks of your elbows. Hike them way up.”

  The little whimper she gave might have been complaint, but he chose to think it was excitement. It certainly got him off, the way she complied, the way she tried to please. She pulled her knees so high she had her ass lifted partially off the bed.

  “Good girl. Now spread ’em. Open yourself for me.”

  With another moan, she let her legs fall open, and there she was. Her pussy presented like an offering, her little cunt gleaming wet, even her rear hole exposed. She was so willing, so unguarded. It was a fucking hot turn on, stirring both his cock and his heart.

  “Good, baby, good. You’re very pretty down here. And very fucking tempting. I’m going to suck you. And tongue-fuck you. And this.” Somehow, the vulnerability of her little asshole called to him. He licked some spit onto his thumb and went for it. “I just can’t resist this.”

  Her breath skittered out as he touched her there, just circling at first, the tip of his thumb over her closed sphincter. He spread the spit around to wet her, then dipped in a little, just enough for her to feel the pressure at the tight ring there.

  “Oh. Quinn. Oh.”

  He was sure it wasn’t an objection. And wasn’t sure he would care too much if it was. A little roughly, he pressed further, pushing in so she had to accommodate the whole width of his first knuckle.

  She squealed a little at that, an earthy sound of excitement that nearly had him rearing back to shove his cock into her. But he was going to eat her first.

  He reamed her, swiveling his thumb around in that tight sphincter and pushed in and out a bit, giving her a little thumb-fucking. At the same time, he went in for her clit. He put his mouth over her, drawing her in and stroking her with his tongue. He pulled on her rhythmically, humming a little vibration into her.

  Gem liked it. She moaned and rocked, within minutes so wild with it that he had a hard time holding on. He let go of her clit long enough to shove his tongue up her cunt. She liked that, too, spreading her legs further open and bucking up to get all of him she could.

  She was just about getting away from him. He leaned up on one elbow and secured her with his forearm under her ass. Then he rotated his hand with his thumb in her anus so he could plunge his fingers into her cunt. He fucked her both ways then, thumb and fingers into ass and pussy, and went back to her clit with his mouth.

  “Ah! Ah!” Gem went wild with it, flexing up to receive his every thrust into her, moaning each time he pulled on her clit. She shuddered and squealed until she was coming, splayed out as far as she could get, offering him every piece of her.

  He had all four fingers in her cunt and his thumb up her ass to the hilt when she went over, crying, convulsing. It was a long, hard orgasm, and those last, weak moans she gave were small objections. “Ow. Mmm. Ow.”

  He let her clit go, rubbing his face dry against her belly as he moved up her body. Slowly, he drew his fingers and thumb out of her, and she squeaked out a little relief at that. But he didn’t want her to think they were done, so he replaced his fingers with his cock, taking, filling her completely.

  Propped up on his elbows, he looked down at his wrecked girl.
Her legs had collapsed open, her arms fallen down on the bed. He held her head between his hands, waiting for her eyes to open.

  She made him wait for it. Her little, all-fucked-out breaths had changed when he filled her again, not exactly interest but, maybe, expectancy. He pumped into her once to let her know he was still there.

  With a hint of reluctance, she opened her eyes to him.

  He sank into the warm, loving brown of her eyes. “That okay?” he asked. “Get a little pleasure, did you?”

  He could see the effort she made to gather her wits, and the moment she gave it up for lost, too. “All right. You’re a sex god. You fuck me crazy. I’ve never been fucked like that. I’m not sure I’ll ever walk again.” She ran down a little, and he felt a slight squeeze from her pussy that told him more than her wits were gathering. “Is that enough for you?”

  No. “You’re mine. Say it.”

  “I’m yours.”

  “My sex slave.”

  Her mouth quirked. “Yes.”

  “Forever.”

  Her eyes were closed again, and he rocked a little into her and she rocked right back. But when she spoke, it was serious as a heart attack. “Yes.”

  “That’s my girl.” He leaned in to kiss her, keeping her sweet taste as he got more intent about thrusting into her. Still gently, but steady now.

  Then he heard a sound and paused, resting his forehead against hers.

  You know where to find us. He’d fucking said it. He just hadn’t expected this.

  * * * *

  Gemini had been laid low by that devastating orgasm Quinn had driven into her with his mouth and fingers and thumb. She should have been done, done, for at least a week, if not the rest of her life. But he’d insisted she open her eyes to the sweet love shining in his, made her his sex slave—forever—and then stirred her desire up with a persistent, gentle fucking. It should have been impossible, but instead it was irresistible.

  Suddenly, inexplicably, he stopped moving inside her, rested his head against hers for a moment, and then turned it. He spoke. Not gently, sweetly, teasingly, like he spoke to her, but gruffly.