Kane, Samantha - Brothers In Arms 06 (5 page)

Nat pulled the shirt from out of Palu’s breeches and then very slowly slid his hands underneath to Palu’s bare stomach. The skin was smooth and hot and Nat just let his hands rest there for a moment, enjoying it. Suddenly Palu groaned and arched his neck, and Nat pushed the shirt up to see Alecia’s hands sliding around Palu’s waist from the back, her nails scratching his skin. Nat continued to push the shirt up and Palu grabbed the bottom and pulled it off in one quick motion, then threw it down and lowered his arms.

Nat stood frozen. Palu had elaborate drawings covering his upper right arm and shoulder. It was a complicated design of black swirls and patterns of dots and lines with a heavy black band perhaps two inches thick drawn around his biceps. As he watched Palu flexed his arm and the muscle bulged, tightening the band and giving the illusion that the swirls moved along his arm. The upper portion of the design ran over his shoulder onto his chest. Suddenly Nat knew what it was.

“I’ve read about this,” he said in wonder, reaching out to Palu’s arm. He hesitated and Palu moved his arm, indicating that Nat could touch it. When he did he expected to be able to feel the design, but he couldn’t. The skin was as smooth and hot as the rest of Palu. “It’s
tatau
.”

“Yes,” Palu said, and Nat sensed rather than heard his wariness. “It is
tatatau
in my mother’s world,
moko
to others.”

Alecia was running her hands over Palu’s arm, her delight evident. “It’s beautiful, Palu,” she exclaimed. “Is it a drawing?”

“Yes and no,” Palu said, relaxing under Alecia’s hands. “It is native ink made in the islands just for this purpose. They cut the skin with a small comb or chisel and rub the ink into it to make a permanent mark.”

Alecia gasped. “But that must have been incredibly painful! It is beautiful, but it sounds so dangerous, Palu.”

Palu laughed and Nat felt a catch in his stomach that he decided to ignore. He was allowed to like Palu, to find him irresistible. It didn’t mean he was going to fall in love.

Even if the
tataus
were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“They were incredibly painful, pretty Alecia. But they are important in the Pacific, among my mother’s people in The Friendly Islands. They prove that you are a man, that 24

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you can take the pain. If I had not gotten them, I would have been considered a coward.”

Nat couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned down and licked a path along one of the complicated swirls of the
tatau
.

“You like them?” Palu asked in a husky voice.

It was Nat’s turn to laugh. “Like them? I plan to lick every inch of them.”

Palu grinned down at him. “Good. Because there are more.”

Alecia was shocked. She admitted it. She had never seen anything like it. Palu had the
tatau
on his arse. They’d stripped his pants off in record time when he told them he had more of the beautiful designs. But they hadn’t expected this.

“It looks like you’re wearing short pants,” she said in wonder. The
tatau
on his behind actually covered him all over from his waist to above his knees. The design was similar to the one on his arm, although it was heavier here, covering nearly every inch of skin.

“This is the traditional male
tatatau
in parts of the South Seas,” Palu explained. “I was afraid at first, and so got the one on my arm. But after surviving that, I decided to get this. I wasn’t accepted until I did.”

Alecia fell to her knees behind him to get a better look, and Nat joined her. Together they ran their hands over the beautiful black ink designs. Giant black swirls covered the cheeks of his buttocks and then ran up to his lower back and down onto his legs.

Without any hesitation Alecia shoved at a leg, forcing Palu to widen his stance.

“They’re on the inside, too,” she gasped. She grasped his thigh in both hands, and then ran one up onto his firm, muscular bottom.

“That feels good,” Palu moaned.

Alecia looked over to see Nat licking a path across Palu’s other cheek, following a swirl. The sight was so arousing Alecia actually felt the moisture rush from her sex.

“Nat,” she whispered, mesmerized. Nat opened his eyes to look at her and then softly bit Palu’s cheek.

“Damn, yes,” Palu groaned.

Nat grinned and licked the place he had bitten, making Palu moan again.

“He’s rather noisy, isn’t he?” Nat asked Alecia, and there was something in his voice she’d rarely heard before when they were with someone else, something hot and intimate that they only shared with one another. Yet Alecia couldn’t mind it. She wanted to share that with Palu, too.

Alecia moved to Palu’s front, still on her knees. The
tatau
was on his stomach and hips and legs, and Alecia moaned when she saw that it covered his cock as well. And it was a fat, beautiful, full cock. His brown skin and the
tatau
made it appear purple with arousal, and Alecia could see a heavy vein pulsing along the underside. The head was 25

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as thick as the staff, weeping with desire, and suddenly all Alecia wanted to do in this life was take that cock in her mouth and taste it.

“His cock has it, too,” she told Nat in a trembling voice.

“Bloody fucking hell,” Nat groaned, and he crawled around to kneel next to Alecia.

“Now that had to hurt,” Nat commented breathlessly.

Palu chuckled and he sounded as breathless as she and Nat. “Yes.” He reached down and gently tugged at Alecia’s hair, forcing her to look up at him. His dark eyes shone brightly, his cheeks were flushed, and he had a dimple in his cheek as he smiled sweetly at her. A dimple. Oh God, she was lost. “I want you to kiss it, pretty Alecia,” he whispered roughly. He closed his fist slowly in her hair and pulled her forward and up.

With a glad cry, Alecia let him.

“Yes, Palu,” she agreed, trembling with anticipation. “Yes, I want to do that, too.”

She opened her mouth and Palu slid inside, and Alecia moaned at the hot, wicked taste of him. He was so thick in her mouth, she could barely take him. But once he was inside she sucked and licked and enjoyed him, so much.

“Lee,” Nat choked out, and she panicked. Nat had never wanted her to do this to another man before. She’d never wanted to. It was so intimate and personal, and she put herself at Palu’s mercy when she did it. She had never trusted anyone but Nat to fuck her mouth. But when she’d seen Palu’s cock, and he had asked so sweetly, she hadn’t thought about it. She’d just reacted, just taken him, taken what she wanted. She started to pull off reluctantly but Nat stopped her.

“No!” he cried out. Suddenly Nat was behind her, his legs straddling hers, his cheek pressed against hers, as he watched. He was panting heavily, his arousal a hot brand against her bottom. He held on to her elbows as she grasped Palu’s thighs to hold her upright.

“Yes,” Palu hissed, and his hand tightened in her hair. But it didn’t hurt, he wouldn’t hurt her. She knew he wouldn’t. Very gently he pulled out just a few inches, and then he pressed back into her mouth. It was too much, he was too thick, and she whimpered in distress.

“I’m sorry,” Palu gasped. “I won’t move again, I swear it. Just don’t stop, Alecia.

What you’re doing to me, it’s enough.” He laughed shakily. “It’s more than enough.”

Alecia suckled his cock, and she felt the shudder that racked his big, strong body.

She felt powerful here at his feet. Not weak, not threatened. But powerful with the trust that Palu placed in her.

“Lee,” Nat whispered again, and then she saw him lean over and lick the
tatau
on Palu’s cock, following a swirl down to where her mouth hugged him. Palu groaned and reached down a hand to rest it on Nat’s head as he licked and nibbled the base of Palu’s cock. Palu shuddered again with a moan.

Nat’s arms wrapped around Alecia and he hummed his approval, of the taste or of Palu’s reaction Alecia wasn’t sure. He thrust his hard cock against her and sucked gently on Palu’s shaft. Alecia loved the sounds he made on Palu’s cock. She slid her 26

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hands up Palu’s thighs and slipped one between his legs, and then she lightly cupped his testicles.

“Stop,” Palu ground out, and Alecia pulled her hand back as if burned. Palu tugged gently on her hair and she slowly let him slide out of her mouth.

“Please, don’t make us stop,” Nat whispered, nuzzling his nose into the dark, curly hair at Palu’s groin. Alecia found the sight of Nat there devastatingly sensual. His white skin against Palu’s dark skin and hair and
tataus
made Palu seem even more exotic, more strange and unknown and delightful.

“Is that what you want?” Palu asked them softly. “For me to come with your mouths? Or do you want me to fuck you?”

Alecia imagined Palu’s thick cock with its foreign
tataus
fucking into her and she got lightheaded. Her sex throbbed and the muscles of her passage clenched in anticipation.

Palu cupped her cheek and tipped her head up. He was looking at her tenderly, but there was an edge of desperation in his eyes and the set of his mouth. “You want that, don’t you, Alecia?”

She bit her lip in indecision, but finally shook her head in the negative. “I can’t,” she whispered.

Palu sighed, but he smiled gently at her. “Will you let me touch you? Kiss you?”

“Please, Palu,” she whispered, and the gratitude and satisfaction that flashed across his face was worth everything to her at that moment.

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Palu sat on the bed, his back resting on the wooden frame against the wall. His dark skin and
tatau
were framed in stark relief by the white bed linens. He liked it. He liked how he looked here, as if on display for their pleasure. No one else had seen the
tatau
here in England—just Nat and Alecia. And they liked them. Palu grinned as Nat crawled up his legs like a cat, licking the swirls on his thigh. Correction, they loved them.

Alecia climbed onto the bed beside him and then she straddled his lap. Palu held her hands as she settled over him. He rested his head against the wall closing his eyes in pleasure as he felt the moist heat of her cunt hovering over his cock at the same time Nat’s clever tongue painted wet patterns on his
tatau
. When she didn’t move, Palu lifted his head to look at her.

“Good,” she purred. “I like it when you watch me.” She bit her lip, as if unsure. She was a puzzle, shy and wanton at the same time.

Palu chuckled. “I like it when you watch me, too.” He tilted his head and studied the desire written on her face. She wanted him. She might not be willing to fuck him, and he had to respect her decision to only fuck her husband, but she wanted him.

“I want to watch you touch me,” Alecia whispered. She played the siren, but Palu saw her cheeks turn pink with embarrassment as she spoke.

Nat groaned from behind Alecia. “Christ, I want to watch that, too. Hold on.” Nat tumbled off Palu’s legs and scooted up. He lay on his side next to Palu, his arm bent and his head resting on his hand. “All right, do it.”

Alecia laughed and seemed to relax and Palu grinned down at Nat, who was staring at his cock and Alecia’s sex, which were directly at his eye level, with wicked delight.

“Do you always enjoy watching a man pleasure your wife so much?” Palu asked as he grabbed Alecia’s delicate hips in his large hands. He could feel the bones under her soft skin and it reminded him how small she was. He had to be careful so he didn’t hurt her. Nat didn’t answer right away and Palu paused to look at him again.

Nat’s brow was furrowed. “No. I like to watch Alecia when she experiences pleasure.” He looked up at his wife and smiled tenderly. “She’s so damn pretty, isn’t she?” Nat reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I like to watch her enjoy herself. I like to watch her get lost in the pleasure when I’m not as lost as she is.” He looked at Palu with a frown. “Does that make sense?”

“Oh, Natty,” she said with a sweet sigh of delight.

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Palu’s chest constricted at the odd tender moment between husband and wife. “It doesn’t make you jealous?” he heard himself ask, and then cursed inwardly. Was he trying to talk them out of what they were doing? He was ten times a fool.

Nat shook his head slightly. “No, I want her to be happy. And I know Alecia loves me.”

And not those other men
was left unspoken, but Palu understood. This wasn’t about him so much as it was about Nat and Alecia. They may want him and find him intriguing right now, but tomorrow he would simply be another man they’d shared, and they’d still be together. Nat threw him into confusion with his next words, however.

“But with you, Palu, I want to watch both of you lost in each other.”

“Mmm, yes,” Alecia murmured and she leaned forward and brushed her mouth against Palu’s. She rubbed her lower lip on his and without thinking he opened to her.

When her mouth sank down on his, hot and open and eager, he forgot about words.

Alecia’s tongue crept into his mouth, as shy as she could sometimes be, and Palu groaned at the taste and sweetness of her. His hands slid up her back to cup the sharp blades of her shoulders as he sat up straighter and pressed her to him. Alecia wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him as if she was being tossed by stormy seas and needed something to hold on to. He felt the same.

She was delicate and delicious and hungry and his for that moment. He took over the kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue, drinking her sighs and inhaling her fragrance in deep breaths. Her breasts were mashed against his chest and he felt her hard little nipples and the rapid beating of her heart.

Suddenly Palu felt Nat gently bite the
tatau
on his arm, and Nat’s hand sliding around to grip the inside of his thigh. He couldn’t control the shudder of desire that racked him. They wanted him.

He ran his hands down Alecia’s back and gripped her hips once more. Without breaking the kiss he pressed her down, until the head of his cock found her hot, wet entrance. He backed off and readjusted himself until his cock nestled into her slit, cushioned on her damp, soft hair, his sensitive head bumping into the hard little button hidden there.