Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
JAMAL
Kisses along my neck and shoulder were the first thing I was aware of when I woke. Then hands trailing over my skin. Warmth wrapped around me as both my big barbarians pressed closer, and my breath caught as wandering fingers tweaked my nipples.
“Now this is how you wake a man,” I moaned, my voice still thick with sleep. I much preferred this kind of wake up to them slipping away and stealing their warmth before I even had my eyes open.
Someone chuckled, and teeth got involved, nipping the lobe of my ear playfully. I wasn’t even sure who was where yet. I wasn’t willing to open my eyes when I was so enjoying what they were doing to me.
I grumbled a protest when someone moved lower, stealing my warmth, but quickly cut myself off when I felt warm breath teasing over my cock.
If they were going to spoil me by waking me up with blowjobs, then I might stop complaining entirely about the whole waking me up thing.
It was a much more enjoyable experience when–
“Oh, gods, yes… more…”
I’d been so focused on the mouth near my cock, I didn't notice the body heat behind me move lower until a tongue slithered over my hole. It was quickly followed by wet heat wrapping around the head of my cock, and my back arched as I was bombarded with pleasure from both sides.
This was definitely the best way to wake up.
I finally forced my eyes open to look when mouths were replaced with fingers, two pushing inside my ass to stretch me while more wrapped around my shaft and stroked me with just enough friction to tease.
Brenek grinned at me when he noticed me watching him, teasing the head of my cock with his thumb just to make me moan.
“Good morning, varakai.”
“Mm… amazing morning,” I agreed, threading my fingers into his hair and pulling him closer so I could capture his lips in a greedy kiss. He returned it with that demanding ferocity I loved, making me breathless and my cock twitch in his hand.
When the kiss broke, I turned automatically, seeking Torgrind out next. His kisses were no less demanding, though his were more dominating than Brenek’s were. Slow and drugging and made my toes curl.
I loved the differences between them. The way they touched and kissed me.
The different ways they cared for me. Brenek was more teasing and playful, and he was more willing to get into mischief with me like when we snuck off for that ride on horseback that was so thrilling, I felt like I was buzzing hours later.
Torgrind was more focused on making me melt in every way he could.
He was always touching me, caressing me, and caring for me.
I never felt more wanted than when he had his full attention on me.
I made a curious sound when Torgrind pushed in another finger since he normally didn’t need that many to get me ready. When Brenek reached between us and his fingers joined in as well, stretching me more than I ever had before, I arched on a gasp, moaning around the new sensations.
“Wha– Oh, gods!”
Someone’s fingers, I wasn’t even sure anymore whose, brushed along the front of my passage, rubbing over my pleasure spot and making me writhe from the onslaught of ecstasy.
Every time I opened my mouth to question what was happening, they did it again, until I was so delirious with pleasure, I couldn’t even tell how many fingers were inside me, much less think of what I’d wanted to ask in the first place.
When Brenek rolled to his back, he took me with him, arranging me on his chest with my legs on either side of his hips. If he expected me to ride him after melting my mind like that, he would need to do most of the work.
I moaned when Brenek’s cock slid inside me, not even a pinch of discomfort as I adjusted around his thick length. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wide, and he rocked his hips once, both of us groaning, but quickly stopped when Torgrind grumbled something at him.
My brows pinched together. Torgrind had never mind going second before. Were they really fighting over who would take me first?
I sucked in a sharp breath when a finger slid along where Brenek and I were joined, and I tried lifting my head to look, but Brenek’s big hand cupped the back of my head, stopping me from moving just as Torgrind’s finger slipped in next to his cock.
“Just stay relaxed, varakai. That is all you need to do,” Brenek gritted out. I couldn’t tell if the strain in his voice was discomfort or pleasure, but he wouldn’t let me look to check. I could only lie there and feel as Torgrind stretched me even more.
“Oh, gods, please… pleasepleaseplease…”
I thought I knew where this was going, and if it was true, I wanted it more than I wanted my next breath. Being shared between Torgrind and Brenek was already an amazing experience. Being taken at the same time might very well be my undoing. But goddess, I wanted it anyway.
TORGRIND
Simon, while something of a troublemaker from what I’d seen, had been thorough in his explanation on how to keep Jamal safe and happy during this process.
Thus far, following his instruction, Jamal had not shown even an ounce of pain.
He panted and groaned, and when he realized what we were doing, he began begging before I’d even done more than stretch him.
I thought it’d be awkward, knowing I was not only touching Jamal but my clan brother as well. We both agreed I was more patient and therefore would be the second to enter Jamal and the one to do the most of the movement. His job was to prevent Jamal from moving too much to prevent injury.
From the expression on his face, Brenek was not unaffected by my touches, though he did keep his focus on Jamal like we’d discussed.
He cupped the smaller man’s head, whispering to him and rubbing a soothing hand up and down his back when Jamal got too riled and kept wiggling.
His nostrils flared when I pushed another finger inside Jamal’s body, sliding them against his cock and when I pulled them free, feeling the ease of the glide that Simon said would ensure Jamal would feel no pain, he let out a breath of relief.
Slicking up my cock with extra oil, I gave Brenek a significant look.
He nodded, leaning to whisper in Jamal’s ear to encourage him to stay relaxed.
While he did so, I lined myself up at Jamal’s entrance, slowly pushing the head of my cock inside while watching his face for any signs of pain.
There were none, and his moans ratcheted up quite a bit as I filled him a little more.
“Oh, fucking fuck! I’m gonna–”
I paused, not wanting to push him over the edge just yet. He wanted us both to take him. He felt pleasure now but I knew he would be disappointed later if he didn’t get to experience the full thing.
While I waited for him to relax again, I took a few deep breaths, relying heavily on my warrior training to settle myself. The tight squeeze of Jamal’s body was even more intense now, and I just barely resisted the urge to shove my whole length in and take him like my body demanded.
“Okay, varakai?” Brenek murmured after a few moments, running his fingers through Jamal’s hair.
Jamal nodded but didn’t speak, his face twisting with pleasure as I sank deeper inside him. When he’d taken my full length, I pressed a kiss against his shoulder, whispering in his ear, “Good job.”
“More… please…” he pleaded, the words slurred.
“Anything for you.”
Brenek’s groan tore my attention away from Jamal for a moment when I began rocking my hips. “Oh, fuck!”
I looked up to find his head thrown back, his mouth hanging open and his fingers digging into Jamal what looked like almost painfully. I nudged his hands away, urging him to grip the furs instead. He took the redirection without argument, almost as delirious with pleasure as Jamal was.
That should not have turned me on like it did.
I drew my hips back, thrusting a little harder, and watched both their expressions as Brenek shouted and Jamal let out a little mewling cry of pleasure.
It was when Brenek began to rock his hips in counter to mine, sliding partially out while I pushed in, that I focused on the pleasure and not the two men moaning and writhing beneath me.
The tight heat of Jamal’s body squeezing around us with each thrust, the glide of Brenek’s cock against mine, it was better than I’d expected.
Perhaps it was for the best that we were all in agreement that Brenek and I would both claim Jamal.
I didn’t think I’d be able to only enjoy this once without wanting more.
My hips bucked as I thought of doing this again, of the many positions Simon said three men could share. He’d suggested this to start because it was easiest, but there was much more than just this and the wicked grin on his face said they were all pleasurable.
A string of curses had me looking away from where I was sliding in and out of Jamal’s body.
Brenek looked close to breaking, his face twisted and cheeks flushed as he fought his release.
Was it wrong that the competitive part of me wanted to make him come first?
It was never an area we’d competed together, but…
it’d be kind of fun to point out I made him come first during this little experiment.
With that in mind, I picked up my pace, listening to both his grunts and Jamal’s keening moans as he took us both. The gorgeous man couldn’t participate, he could only lie there and take what we gave him, but he seemed more than happy to accept that.
It ended up being Jamal who came first. He clamped down on both our cocks, letting out a wail, and shoved Brenek over the edge right along with him.
I was only a few thrusts behind them, and when the slickness of Brenek’s spend only slicked the glide more, I felt my eyes roll into my head from the pleasure.
Brenek let out a grunt when I collapsed on top of them both, and I was going to push myself off to lie beside them instead, but Jamal’s hand caught my arm to stop me before I could, his words muffled against Brenek’s chest.
“Not yet. This is perfect.”
Unwilling and possibly unable to tell him no, I eased off only enough that I wasn’t crushing either of them, pressing kisses along Jamal’s shoulder while Brenek buried his face against Jamal’s hair, breathing him in.
I shared a look with my clan brother when he lifted his gaze to look at me, nodding in agreement to the look I saw in his eyes.
We might not be in love with each other the same way we were with the man in our arms, but we could both agree that this is where we belonged.
This man needed more than just one man to make him happy. He needed us both.