Chapter 34 Henrik
HENRIK
On his knees, Ren looks up at me, his pupils blown already like he’s drugged out of his mind on sex.
Even though we haven’t even started yet.
“You mentioned a cross and hard around shot earlier but I don’t think I can pull it off yet. I’m too raw.”
“We’ve got all the time in the world,” I say, keeping my tone easy and light. Never mind I have no idea when Darby’s going to leave for Vegas. Doesn’t matter. I’m going with her. “What would help ground you?”
“Touch,” he rasps out, his gaze going back to her. Hot and slick, gliding down her body.
She wraps her arms more solidly around his shoulders, her hands rubbing his back, but he shakes his head.
“Not for me. I need to touch you. Hands. Mouth. As much as you can stand. I’m starved for touch.
For pleasure. Giving pleasure is my kink.
In a former life, I was probably a pleasure slave and loved every second of it. ”
I let a low rumble roll from my chest. “Told you we make a great team, babe.”
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes sparkling, as she looks back over her shoulder at me. “I thought you’ve never done this together.”
“We haven’t. But I’ve always known we were meant to be a team.”
“We just needed the right woman,” Ren adds. “We needed you.”
She laughs, embarrassed. “Why me? I’m—”
“Don’t even say it.” I growl mean enough Ren’s eyes flare with surprise. Until he sees the way her pupils dilate. She knows the deal. “Everybody Ren’s ever been interested in was terrified of me. Yet you saw through my grim giant gig from the very beginning.”
“That’s all it took?”
“That’s everything,” I purr, kneading her shoulders in big hands meant to crush.
Though she only softens and sags back against me.
“Now, babe, here’s the new game plan. Once I get inside you, Ren’s going to make you come so many times we’re all going to pass out in his bed. How does that sound to you?”
A ragged sound escapes her lips that makes Ren whimper too. His eyes are tight slits, like he’s in serious pain. Damn, he probably is, if his hard on is even worse than mine. I’ve at least had the joy of blowing her mind last night to ease my need.
“What am I allowed to do?”
“Whatever turns her on.”
“No, seriously, I need to know. What do you like, Darby?”
“See?” She says smugly. “Rules and boundaries are good. Though, like I said, I don’t have that much experience.”
“Michael never went down on you?” Ren’s voice drops an octave, rivaling my usual tone.
“He never ate your ass and begged for more? Begged you to sit on his face and drown him in juices? Because I’ll do all that and more if I’m allowed.
Once I get my mouth on skin…” His lips part, his breathing fast and shallow.
“I’m going to make a mess of you and the bed for sure.
I’m shit for stamina, but I’ll hit you again and again until we’re both too damned dehydrated to come again. ”
I can’t see her face, but I can imagine the stunned heat in her eyes from the way her words quiver. “You’d… do… that?”
“Absolutely,” we both say in unison.
Fucking hell, maybe I’m shit for stamina too, because I’m about to come in my pants.
So we’d better get this show on the bed fast. I’ve never unbuttoned my shirt faster and my pants might as well have disappeared into thin air.
Ren stands and moves away so he can do the same, while I work on Darby’s clothes.
I start to toss the sweater over my shoulder, but she cries out.
“Not the cashmere! I don’t want slobbers on it. ”
I toss it to Ren, and he puts it on the highest shelf of his altar. Appropriate.
He turns around and for a moment we all just stare at each other. Well, we’re both staring at her, and she’s staring at him. So I make myself look at him with fresh eyes. Not as my best friend—but as my lover’s lover.
He’s lean and mean like I imagine a US Marine would be right out of boot camp.
Not an ounce of fat on him. He’s always had a fast metabolism because he’s burning at both ends, all the time.
Honestly, he could stand to put on ten or twenty pounds so his ribs and hip bones have a little cushioning.
Between the tats and scars, he barely has any untouched skin.
While going a hundred miles an hour, day in and day out, he also has a bit of a death wish.
“My god, Ren. Were you in a car accident or something? Sorry, that’s probably rude.”
He looks down at his chest as if only now realizing he’s got a lot of scars.
He touches them one by one quickly, “Caught a skate here during a brawl on the ice. Same here. A couple of inches higher and I might not be here. Would’ve sliced my throat wide open instead of my pec.
Bar fight. Guy pulled a knife on me. Henrik put him in the hospital.
Technically me too, I guess. He carried me into the ER bellowing at the top of his lungs until someone came.
Fell off Doyle’s trampoline when I was ten or so trying to outdo everyone with my flips and busted my arm so bad they had to do surgery.
Torn MCL one leg, torn ACL the other. Another skate, I think.
A Russian kicked me with his blade. And I gave that jerk some of Henrik’s chili too.
I don’t remember the rest.” He laughs and touches his head. “Probably from all the concussions.”
“That’s terrible. I’m sorry. Do you still have pain from the injuries?”
Again, he looks startled, as if it never occurred to him that he might still hurt. “Sometimes, I guess. When it’s below twenty degrees, I do get achy.”
“Same,” I say softly. I never asked him if he’s still hurting.
And I see him every day because he lives ten minutes from me.
She starts to turn around and search all my old injuries out, but I scoop her up and stride toward the bed.
“Another time, babe, I’ll tell you all my old war stories.
But right now, I think we’re both going to die if we don’t get to hear you come. ”
DARBY
I thought it’d be awkward as hell to have two men in bed with me. Whose hands go where? Not to mention their dicks. I assumed it would be tense. A straight man surely wouldn’t want another man’s dick anywhere near him. Who got to go first? What did the other one do? Watch?
Evidently I’m sadly lacking in the imagination department because none of that happens. Nowhere close.
Henrik tosses me toward the center of the gigantic bed, making me squeal with surprise.
Then he’s tucking me up against him from behind.
He cups my pussy in his big hand, claiming me.
Holding me. Firm and tight. Just right. His mouth on my neck, his beard tickling me.
His dick hot, hard, and massive against my ass.
Quivers ripple down my spine. I can’t seem to catch my breath. I’m not sure what he’s going to do. Ren talked about butt stuff.
I’ve never done butt stuff. If we’re going to try that… I don’t think my asshole will survive. Not as big as Henrik is.
But he won’t hurt me. This I know, deep down in my gut. So I push the what ifs out of my head. I let them go. Drifting away like autumn leaves blowing away in the first snowstorm.
He holds me, his left arm locked around my hip, his hand between my legs, while he licks and bites at my neck and shoulder until I relax. Of course he knows I’m nervous. He’s telling me without words that he’s got me. Reminding me to let him run the team.
He works a thick finger inside me, making me shudder.
Moan. The palm of his hand presses harder on my pubic bone.
All that heat and pressure push me over the edge.
So easy. I’ve never climaxed like this before.
Where just a few minutes of his touch is enough to make me tremble and gasp. There were times that Michael couldn’t—
No. I’m not going to let him spoil this.
This is mine. He doesn’t get a share of this new memory. This new life.
There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m not lacking in the sex department, or Henrik wouldn’t be able to get me off so quickly. That’s my ex’s lack. Not mine. Never mine. Though how sad is it that I’m only just now realizing it?
“Alright, babe,” Henrik says against my ear. “You’re nice and wet now, so Ren’ll have a good long taste of you.”
My eyes flare open, watching Ren float toward us.
Gliding, almost like he’s on skates again, flowing across the ice.
I know he’s probably moving quickly but it seems like it’s slow motion.
His eyes blaze like molten silver, locked on Henrik’s fingers.
Then my bare pussy as he moves his hand to my inner thigh, lifting my thigh up over his. Opening me up to Ren’s hungry gaze.
A tiny part of me quails, shriveling with a moment of embarrassment.
I’ve never been so exposed.
I’ve never been so desired.
Ren stares at me like he’s going to die if he doesn’t taste me. His mouth is soft, his lips parted, his tongue already sliding down over his bottom lip. His dick is fully erect, long and elegant like his lean frame, dripping pearly cum from the tip because he’s so aroused.
By me. Simply from looking at me.
He doesn’t put his mouth on me. He presses his entire face into my pussy, rubbing back and forth, smearing himself with the slick need spilling from my core.
His nose. His chin. He throws himself headfirst into the deep end, and I don’t know how he can possibly breathe.
Evidently he doesn’t want to breathe. His hands come up around my breasts and he shudders. Groans. His shoulders shake.
“Sorry.” His voice is muffled because he’s still nose deep. “Tried to aim it away. Warned you.”
Oh shit. I do feel a little splatter on my lower leg, so that means Henrik probably got a lot of cum on his legs. He’s way taller than me…
He growls out a low grumble. “Payback’s a bitch, Hotshot. I’m going to unload way closer to your face.”
I’m pretty sure Ren replies, “Can’t wait.”
His tongue slips inside me, and I can’t seem to think.
Only feel. His shoulders and arms beneath my hands.
The rasp of his stubbled cheeks against my tender flesh.
I’ll be sore later, but it’ll be so worth it.
His fingers knead my breasts, his palms rubbing my nipples.
So good, so much stimulation, it takes me a few moments to feel Henrik’s hand squeezing my butt cheek.
Pulling me apart. Exploring. His fingertip glides up and down my seam, lightly circling my asshole.
Making my heart stutter in my chest. Nerve endings sing with sensation.
My legs shake and twitch. I roll my head side to side, pushing back against his chest. Straining toward another cliff that’s higher than the last. His fingers dip back down into my wetness and drag up around my tight hole again. Massaging. Teasing. There’s no pain. Only—
Climax shatters through me suddenly. I cry out, my hands clenching on Ren’s head. He groans and comes again too, drinking me down, working his nose against my clit so the waves of pleasure only rise higher. Maybe I’m screaming. I don’t know. My throat aches. My lungs burn. My legs feel like jelly.
And neither of them has even gotten inside me yet…