Chapter 22 Same With You #2
Hot, white spurts coated my hand and wrist, and I continued stroking him gently, marveling at the way he shook beneath my touch.
As Koa hummed approvingly and Casimir whispered, “Good girl,” I lifted my wrist and licked a drop from my skin.
The taste surprised me, not bitter as I’d expected, but almost sweet, with only a hint of salt.
“Savory?” Zane panted, throwing one forearm across his glowing, sweaty face. “Sweet? Citrus bouquet?”
“Cheesy?” Koa snickered as I swirled my tongue, considering.
“Shut—”
“Like honey left in the sun,” I interrupted.
“I’m never washing this dick again,” Zane groaned.
“If you’re trying to kill him, beloved, it’s working.” Casimir nuzzled my neck, and I shrugged, a blush creeping over me again.
“Just wondered how it tasted. Sorry if I was torturing you, Zoodle.”
“If this is torture, I’ll gladly be your victim any day.” He let out a shaky laugh and collapsed across the center of the bed, his limbs spread like a starfish.
With one husband sated, at least for now, I turned my attention to the other two.
My confidence had returned, but they were different.
Koa was so much more heavily built, which made him more intimidating, despite his constant gentleness with me.
Where Zane had been firecracker-bright energy, Koa radiated a banked heat, like coals waiting to ignite a forest.
And then there was Casimir. He was so dominant, so controlled. Would he even enjoy me doing something like that to him?
Might as well get that disappointment over with first, I thought to myself.
“Simmy? Will you please take your clothes off? Before my nerve fails?”
Without a word, he stood and quickly stripped down.
Where Zane was lithe and Koa was heavily built, Casimir was a balance.
Strong and broad-shouldered, but with a leaner waist and hips.
His erection, longer than Zane’s, rose from a nest of blond hair and curved toward his navel, veined and flushed at the tip like a storm-cloud bruise.
The first touch of my fingers made his abdominal muscles leap like startled deer.
He’ll hate this, I thought. Too vulnerable.
But when I glanced up, his eyes burned hotter than fire above his clenched jaw muscles.
I kissed his navel first, just to give myself time to steady my nerves, and felt his entire body quake like tectonic plates shifting. That tiny fracture in his control encouraged me.
“I didn’t really get to investigate what’s below… You know, Zoodle’s, um.”
“His sac? Balls?” Koa supplied helpfully, without even a hint of mockery. “Scrotum?”
“Yes.” I nodded, grateful for his matter-of-fact approach, and flicked my eyes back to Casimir. “Can I explore yours, Simmy?”
“Your kingdom, my queen.” He stepped closer in clear invitation, his stance wide and open, which made me both blush and clench my thighs together. “They’re sensitive, so be gentle at first. You can cup them like this,” he guided my hand, showing me how, “or stroke underneath.”
The weight surprised me. It was heavier than it looked, the skin loose and silky. I experimented with gentle squeezes, enthralled by how everything shifted in my grasp.
“Playing marbles, moonbeam?” Zane’s titter came from the nest of pillows. “Look at him, sweating like a nun in a whorehouse.”
“Hush, menace,” Koa muttered, his chin resting on my shoulder as he observed. “Let her learn.”
“They’re so warm.” My fingertips traced the delicate seam under his scrotum, earning a sharp inhale. “Like stones from a sunlit riverbed.”
I liked the way Casimir’s body responded to my touch: Thick veins rising along his shaft like braided rope, a bead of moisture welling at the tip.
“Simmy, can I…”
“Anything you need, my love.. Take whatever you want.”
“I want every part of you,” I blurted.
Then I leaned closer, my tongue darting out to taste him. His groan shook the bed frame. Even though my pulse skittered like a spooked rabbit, I closed my lips around his tip and gently sucked.
“Damnation!” His hands flew to my curls, his fingers fumbling through them. “Seri, I can’t— Wait—”
I pulled back the second he said wait, but only understood what was happening when I saw his scrotum draw up.
I watched as he came untouched, thick ropes squirting on my chin and neck and dribbling down onto Steve.
When the warm bursts stopped, Koa physically shoved Zane’s boneless body over, and I pulled Casimir’s wrist until he fell down on the bed.
“Cheat,” he panted, his eyes glassy. “Using your mouth like that!”
“I was afraid you’d hate it,” I confessed in a whisper.
“Hate it?” Zane snickered. “Director General of Everything has been fantasizing about those lips wrapped around his cock since that day I fed you soup.”
“Zoodle!” I reached over to swat at him, but Casimir caught my wrist mid-swing and pulled me down into a searing kiss.
“I loved every second of it,” he whispered in my ear as we broke apart. My eyes searched his, but only saw the truth, and I smiled a little as I propped myself up on my elbows on his chest.
“Here.” Zane swooped a finger through Casimir’s ejaculate before it could fully soak into Steve. “Open up, princess, and tell us what he tastes like.”
I drew Zane’s finger into my mouth, making him hiss as I sucked it. Moonflower was Casimir mate scent, but this part of him? Lightning-struck copper and cold spring water rushing over granite, dangerous minerals laced with something that made my gums ache.
“Well?” Casimir’s voice dropped an octave as he kissed behind my ear, making me shiver. “What’s my flavor?”
“Hard to explain. Like cold iron and the breath of a storm. Like licking electricity.”
“So now you have a choice between sweet or metallic,” Zane smirked. “Maybe Koko will be a mix.”
I turned my attention to Koa now that my other two husbands lay sprawled out, sated and watching me with lazy eyes. He stood at the edge of the bed, still fully clothed, his expression one of patient anticipation.
“Koko?” I breathed. “Will you undress for me?”
“I would conquer nations for you,” he whispered, his dark eyes locked on mine as he shed each piece of clothing.
When he stood naked before me, my lips parted in awe. He was magnificent, his thighs thick with muscle and his golden skin carved around his hips. His erection matched the rest of him, shorter than Zane’s or Casimir’s, but significantly thicker, the head flushed a deep red.
I delayed with an open-mouthed kiss right above his furry patch. His evening primrose scent here was richer here, warm and carrying an undercurrent of something wild that made me shiver.
“Can you maybe sit? I don’t—”
The mattress dipped before I finished speaking, and he settled on the pillow pile against the headboard. I sank to my knees next to him and shuffled forward, my hands braced on his hard thighs, his corded muscles twitching under my palms.
“If I… If I can’t take much…”
“I’ll love anything you do, Serafina.” His knuckles grazed my cheekbone with unexpected tenderness.
Taking him at his word, I dragged my tongue along his length from root to tip in one slow stripe, pausing to lap up his taste. Sweet, but earthier than Zane’s. Rich like the forest floor after summer rain with a musk that made my belly pull taut.
“Shit.” The word tore from him like a fist through tissue paper.
“Well?” Zane demanded. “How does he taste?”
“Molasses and musk.”
“Ha! I was right! Ko’s a combo.”
Ignoring him, I continued my exploration, licking Koa’s shaft and even sucking along his scrotum.
“Bleeding night!” His hands threaded through my hair, his fingers tightening.
Before I could overthink it, I slowly worked to sheath his crown in my mouth, and the stretch of my jaw made Zane whistle.
“Careful, baby girl. That’s a meal, not a snack. Don’t choke.”
“Quiet, pest,” Casimir hissed.
Inch by torturous inch, I slid further down Koa’s length, juggling breathing with the struggle not to gag.
“Slowly, little wife,” Casimir coached as Zane muttered curses into his palm. “Stop if it’s too much.”
I pulled back, gasping, only to try again with renewed determination, and for one whole glorious minute, I did it. His breathing grew rougher, and pride bloomed in my chest each time his hips stuttered.
Then a deep growl tore from his chest, raw and desperate, and he surged upward with a choked, “Seri!”
His swollen crown hit the back of my throat hard enough to send tears streaming down my cheeks.
I gagged as thick heat flooded in faster than I could swallow or breathe or think past stars exploding behind my eyelids.
Panicking, I fought for air through my nose, but it wasn’t enough.
My vision blurring, I smacked his leg with one hand, and he immediately pulled out.
Coughs wracked me as I fell on him.
“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” He hauled me upright by the armpits. “I’m sorry! Did I hurt you? Seri!”
“Open up,” Casimir demanded. “Let me see your throat.”
His thumbs pried at my jaw despite my raw coughs, and Koa rubbed soothing circles over my diaphragm. I batted their fussing hands away once air stopped burning as it went down.
“I’m fine!” The hoarseness of my voice made both of them wince.
Then Zane was there, holding a glass of water to my lips, and I gratefully drank it.
“Easy, buttercup. Small sips,” he murmured while glaring over my head. “The hell, Ko?!”
“I’m okay,” I rasped.
“No, you’re not!” Zane protested.
Koa recoiled from my outstretched hand as if burned.
“Don’t. Don’t touch me. I—” Voice cracking mid-sentence, he fixed his eyes on the ceiling. “Should have known better. Shouldn’t have let myself— I hurt you—”
“Koko, look at me.”
His gaze snapped to mine, his eyes full of self-loathing. With a soft sigh, I cupped his jaw, stroking my thumbs over his five o’clock shadow.
“You stopped when I needed you to. That’s not hurting me; that’s trusting me to tell you when it’s too much. You were just enthusiastic.”