Chapter 10 #2
I slide a hand over her leg, earning an eyebrow wag from Hawthorne when she lets me keep it there. “I imagine they’ll send someone to track us down. We’ll just explain that we have a queen but are still in the process of courting her, and it will all smooth over. We’re really not worried about it.”
She still looks nervous as she drives us home, chewing on her lip and thinking through the information. “I’m causing you problems, aren’t I?”
Hawthorne is quick to correct her. “No, the archaic bee shifter laws are causing us problems. Truthfully, this has nothing to do with you. Those fuckers just really love control, and when they feel like they don’t have it, they squish their boot a little firmer on your neck to try and gain it back.
We’re safe here though, and we’ll figure it out if and when we need to.
Until then, we just keep going about our days as we like.
This shouldn’t affect your timeline at all, sweets. ”
When she pulls into our driveway, it’s clear she’s not ready to climb out of the car yet.
She shuts off the car and stares at her keys a minute, fiddling with them.
“You guys aren’t just saying you’re interested in me because you need a queen to get out of their clutches and I’m convenient, are you?
If you are, I might be able to help you out anyway; it would be nice to know that, though. ”
I crawl out of the car and walk to her side, opening up her door to assist her out. When she’s standing, I close her door and crowd her into it, taking up all her breathing space. “We’re pursuing you because we’re obsessed with you. Those assholes have nothing to do with us, I promise.”
Her breathing quickens, and her hands curl into my sides, closing the distance between us more. “What if I asked for proof?”
Hawthorne groans and shields us…which isn’t very effective seeing as how he’s as naked as I am but takes on the responsibility of herding us behind closed doors so we can continue talking without anyone getting off to us. I’ll be paid if I let that happen, thank you very much.
Aster is a little shaky as the door shuts, the silence of the house pressing in on us and making it easier to get close once more.
I wrap my arms around her waist from behind, enjoying the feel of her in my arms. “You want us to prove it to you, baby? Want us to show you that you’re the only woman we want, the only one we want to put our stingers in?”
“Th-that sounds painful,” she says quietly. “And I thought only the females had stingers.”
“He means his dick,” Hawthorne helpfully explains.
“Oh.”
My fingers find the hem of her shirt, lifting it lightly so I can reach skin. “You feel like giving in today, Aster? The thought of some other woman trying to take us away got you feeling a little territorial, maybe?”
Her eyes flash with anger as she spins in my arms, pulling Hawthorne as close as I am. “I’d like to see anyone try and pair you up with someone else. You were always supposed to be mine.”
She kisses Hawthorne first, but that’s alright because it’s still mostly my arms she’s resting in. Having her between us feels so right; the only thing wrong with the scene is that Dev isn’t here, she’s still clothed, and we don’t have anything covered in honey yet.
“Kitchen,” I mumble before slinging her over my shoulder and bringing her there. I lie her down on the butcher block island and Hawthorne pulls her top off over her head while I work on her pants, taking her shoes and socks as well. No point in going slow.
Hawthorne grabs the jar of our honey we keep on the counter with a wooden dipper inside, carrying it to her. He drizzles a little onto his tongue before passing it to me and going after Aster.
He’s not at all shy normally, and this is no exception. He’s always been so in tune with his body, most comfortable of all of us when nude, and the most sensual. He climbs atop Aster, not even caring about spreading his ass wide open practically in my face while as does.
Should I?
Wouldn’t be the first time.
On that perfect little hole the honey goes.
He knew exactly what he was doing when he chose to straddle Aster up here.
Fuck, if I’m not the luckiest man in the fucking world right now, then honey isn’t my favorite food.
I get Aster’s panties off— cotton with…bees…and turn just a bit more feral.
Two of my fingers begin to tease Aster’s petals while she sucks the honey off of Hawthorne’s tongue, spreading her legs obscenely for me.
I don’t even have to try to slide inside, because she shoves her hips at me, fucking herself on my fingers.
I very nearly pop out right there at the tight heat surrounding my fingers, at the squelch her body makes as I sink inside it for the first time, imagining that heat covering other, more interesting places.
It’s a bit tricky to split my attention between the two of them, but I’m no stranger to a circle jerk.
As I thrust inside Aster’s body again, I use my other hand to pry apart Hawthorne’s cheeks, licking my treat off his rim.
Now they’re both moaning, both shoving themselves at me, and my hips are moving on their own and my dick is slowly extracting, looking for something to sink into, something to relieve the pressure.
The honey jar is tall, just slightly wider than my dick, so it’ll do. I don’t think twice before shoving myself into it, even before I’m fully out, climbing up onto the counter with Aster so the excess will drip onto the counter instead of the floor. Can’t waste such a precious resource.
It’s cold and just thick enough to feel good, amping me up to use my hand and my tongue harder as I take care of Aster and Hawthorne.
Aster’s body is so wonderfully complex, has so many new, fun places to explore, and I do the best job I can.
I get a bit too excited as I take care of myself while eating Hawthorne and playing with Aster, and the jar ends up skidding across the counter a few inches and bumping into Aster. My hips keep thrusting, and she angles herself to clench her ass around it, bracing it for me so I can fuck into it.
I get my tongue worked farther into Hawthorne, the excitement of everything lighting me up. He’s moaning and thrusting against me, Aster is beginning to moan increasingly louder, and I’m going a bit mad with need.
I pump my fingers faster, slip in another, but I can tell it’s not quite enough for her.
She peeks from around Hawthorne, lips all puffy and red, watching me. “Put it in me. The whole damn jar. Fuck me with that jar of honey, Arbor. Please, I want it dripping out of me for you guys to lick up.”
Hawthorne scrambles off the counter to watch, pulling her legs back while I press it gently against her skin. “You sure? It’s rounded, but it’s a bit wide…”
She nods. “I can take it. I’m going to take that honey jar up my cunt and you’re going to fuck the honey out of it and then Hawthorne is going to lick me clean and then I’m going to lick you clean.”
Well fuck.
“That might be the best plan that’s ever been created,” Hawthorne breathes as I start easing the narrow glass jar into her.
I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t think it was safe, but the glass is smooth and unblemished, and she’s so wet that the glass meets hardly any friction.
When I’m halfway in, I’m sweating, body straining.
I’ve got my dick in the jar to stopper it so we don’t lose the honey too fast, and the feel of it on my most sensitive parts feels so fucking good, the scent of it wafting over us and making everything so much brighter.
My only regret is that I don’t have external balls that I can shove inside, too.
When the jar is completely swallowed up by her, my hips give a good, solid twitch as my shoulders drop and my head falls back, groaning as I give an experimental thrust.
It’s slow moving because the honey’s so viscous, but it’s so fucking hot that it doesn’t matter.
The sight of my dick slipping inside a jar of honey that’s inside my jar of honey is enough to set me over the edge, and I hold onto her shoulders so I can get a little more momentum going.
Hawthorne’s eyes are glued to where my body is connected with Aster’s, one of his hands glued to her breast as he pulls her bra under those perfect handfuls and rubs at her nipple, his other hand pulling her knee obscenely high so I can get a good angle.
I drop a hand to her clit, playing slow circles around it with my fingertips, and I work myself into her over and over again until I fill the jar of honey with cum, thrusting over and over until I’m too oversensitive to handle it anymore.
I fall to my hands and knees and gain my breath, but I can’t quit yet because our girl still needs to come.
“Now get up here,” she commands, making grabby hands at me.
“Love, you don’t have to do that. I’m a fucking mess right now.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “I said, get up here.”
“You better listen to the lady, my man,” Hawthorne says. “Now move over so I can take my turn.”
He pushes me out of the way with his shoulders, nearly sending me scrambling off the edge of the countertop. But I manage to regain my balance just in time, giving myself time to kiss Aster properly before I choke her with my dick. No excuse for not kissing her before that happens.
“Ugh, you're so sweet. You already taste like honey. You taste like ours. I’m not going to last much longer before I go stiff, I’m holding it off as long as possible. Let’s work fast.”