Kane, Samantha - Brothers In Arms 06 (6 page)

Alecia broke the kiss with a cry. “Palu,” she exclaimed, her nails digging into his back. They stayed like that for a minute, their panting the only sound in the room.

“Don’t worry, Alecia,” he said softly into her golden curls, rubbing his nose in her beautiful, lavender-scented hair. “I won’t come inside. I’ll stay out here.”

“More,” Nat finally whispered, and he rose up to straddle Palu behind Alecia. He pressed close to her back and placed his hands over Palu’s on her hips.

Palu could only think,
yes, like this, together
, as Nat pushed Alecia down onto his cock. Alecia’s hips gave a little jerk as his cock was pressed deeper into her creamy heat.

Palu watched her bite her lip as her cheeks turned pinker and her eyes glazed. He wanted nothing more than to shove his hips up and cram every dark inch of his cock 29

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into her as far as he could go, but he held back. Palu rocked his hips gently and her head fell back on Nat’s chest.

“Are you all right?” Palu asked quietly, desperate to move, but just as desperate not to hurt her. He only wanted pleasure for her. There were other ways they could do this, other things they could do to each other.

Alecia laughed weakly. “All right? I’m marvelous. You’re so thick, Palu, and so hot against me. It feels delicious,” she sighed.

Nat laughed quietly behind her. “He looks as if he’d be delicious inside, too,” he commented and Palu couldn’t control the rough jerk of his hips. Alecia squeaked and then moaned. “I think she liked that,” he told Palu, his voice rough. “Do it again.”

“Christ, I want to fuck her so damn
hard
,” Palu groaned as he thrust gently up against Alecia again. She ground her cunt down against him, their wet pubic hair mingling and rubbing and Palu hissed in a breath at the exquisite pleasure of it. Her cunt hugged him almost as closely outside as he imagined it would inside. The kiss of the lips of her sex on his cock was robbing him of speech and thought.

Alecia shook her head and groaned as she rubbed back and forth, Palu’s cock barely moving up and down her crease with her movements, grinding the head of his cock against her velvet soft lips and hard clitoris. “I can’t,” she gasped. “I’m sorry, Palu, but I can’t.”

His cheek was pressed against the side of her head and he rumbled soothingly in her ear. “No, don’t be sorry, Alecia. There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

Alecia bit her lip on a moan. “You’re so big.” She ground harder against him and they both groaned. “This feels absolutely divine. Please tell me it feels good to you, too.”

“It’s bloody fucking amazing,” he growled, echoing Nat’s favorite phrase. As he said it he became aware of Nat behind Alecia, watching them. He looked at the other man and Nat’s eyes were narrow, blinding blue slits of desire in a face taut with arousal as he watched Palu and Alecia fuck. Even as Palu thought it, he knew it to be true. He may not be inside her, but this was fucking, this was closer to anyone than he had been in years.

When Nat caught Palu’s eye he leaned back to sit on his heels. Then he caught Alecia’s bottom in his palms and pressed her up until only the head of Palu’s cock was still nestled against her, rising from his crotch as if seeking her. Nat tilted his head far to the side, and then titled his body as well, until he could look under Alecia. Palu knew Nat was looking at his cock, gleaming with Alecia’s juices, resting against her creamy, pink cunt.

“Gorgeous,” Nat sighed thickly. “Your cock with its black
tatau
up against my wife is absolutely gorgeous, Palu.” He pressed Alecia back down and Palu groaned desperately as he was enveloped in her wet heat again. Alecia whimpered.

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Nat and Palu both froze. Palu could barely speak through the thickness of desire clogging his throat. “Are you all right?” he rasped, as Nat leaned forward to reach over her shoulder and tenderly brush Alecia’s thick, curling hair off her face.

“Lee?” Nat asked quietly. “We can stop.”

She shook her head. “No! Please, don’t stop. God, it feels so good.” She thrust against him, the grinding thrust of before, and Palu thrust back, trying to be gentle. She didn’t want gentle. “Fuck me, Palu, hard, the way you want.” Her eyes flew open, foggy with desire and she panted softly. “Not fuck. I mean…”

“This?” Palu asked, slipping back and forth in her folds.

“Yes, yes,” she cried out, pulling against his hands and Nat’s. “Please.”

He couldn’t deny her and slammed his hips up. She cried out and dug her nails into his shoulders. But she pushed back and slid just as roughly along his length, and Palu grunted at the pleasure.

As he fucked against Alecia, Nat cupped her breasts in his palms and kneaded the pale globes. His touch wasn’t gentle, and Palu realized that Alecia was not as delicate as he’d feared. She liked her pleasure a little rough, perhaps. Palu leaned forward and sucked a small, hard, pink nipple into his mouth. Nat pressed her breast high, angling it for Palu. He pulled deeply on her nipple, and then bit down, not too hard, but not soft, either. Alecia screamed, but it sounded odd, and Palu looked up to see her biting her lip to hold back her cries. He smiled around the morsel in his mouth and then sucked the nipple back in, harder than before. Alecia’s hands gripped his head, her fingers pulled at his hair, and Palu loved every sharp tug.

It didn’t take long before she was on the brink of her release. “Oh God, Palu. God,”

she groaned. “I’m going to come. I’m sorry, I can’t wait. I can’t.” She cried out the last as she wrapped her arms around his neck again and ground down on his shaft. Palu pulled off her breast with one final tug, and then he felt the contractions of her cunt against his cock as she came. He pressed up, gave her his cock to ride however she wanted it, and let her enjoy her pleasure.

She was so goddamned beautiful as she came. She threw her head back on Nat’s shoulder again and keened under her breath. She bit her juicy, red lower lip, and squeezed her eyes shut. Her face turned a bright shade of pink as she continued to moan quietly. Her peak went on and on, and her nails scored his shoulders deeply as he gave short, hard thrusts to her. It was enough to push him over the edge. His cock gave a hard jerk and his release washed over them both, the heat of his sticky semen bathing both of them, soaking their pubic hair and their stomachs. Palu had never felt such pleasure, not just in his own peak but in a lover’s. Watching and listening to Alecia’s pleasure with Nat watching them both, his hunger and excitement evident in his flushed cheeks and bright blue eyes, was the most erotic thing Palu had ever done. In every way he and Nat had shared the moment with Alecia, shared the pleasure and her body.

When it was over she collapsed atop him, only Nat’s arms holding her up.

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“Lee?” Palu asked, and then he realized he’d used Nat’s special nickname for her.

He was afraid he’d trespassed when Nat stared at him intently. He was about to apologize when Nat grinned ferociously.

“My turn,” Nat said.

Nat gently lifted Alecia off of Palu’s cock and the wet sound they made as they parted caused Nat’s cock to jerk and he felt a drop of moisture leak out his slit. Christ they had been beautiful and so god damned arousing, fucking each other that way, hard and gentle at the same time, grinding into one another. And now they were both covered with Palu’s seed, the musky scent of their mutual release filling the air and Nat’s lungs. He was a little unsteady as the heady perfume swelled his cock to even greater proportions.

“Natty?” Alecia mumbled as she curled into the sheets next to Palu. “Are you going to fuck now?” She sounded so sleepy and satisfied.

Nat brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Yes, angel.”

“Oh, good,” she sighed. “You’re going to enjoy Palu so much.” She snuggled up to Palu’s hip and kissed it, not even lifting her head from the bed. “He’s so beautiful.” She languidly lifted her hand and traced the
tatau
on his thigh with a finger. “Isn’t he?”

Nat looked at Palu then and caught him gazing at Alecia with so much longing that it made Nat ache to see it. “Yes,” Nat agreed quietly, “he is beautiful.”

Palu’s eyes jerked over to Nat, and he blushed. Nat laughed. “Have I embarrassed you?” he asked with a teasing grin.

Palu nodded once, stiffly. “Men are not beautiful.”

Alecia laughed gaily, clearly regaining her equilibrium. “Oh, silly, silly Palu,” she said, tapping his thigh. “Trust me when I tell you that you are most definitely beautiful.”

“I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as the two of you fucking,” Nat told him roughly, his breathing unsteady. “The sight of that cock sliding through my wife’s cunt, her pale arms wrapped around you, so white against the black of your
tatau
. Your release spilling all over her.”

Palu was breathing just as roughly. “Fuck me,” he growled. “I want to be inside you, Nat.”

“Oh, yes,” Alecia moaned. “Please fuck him for me, Natty. Please.”

Nat laughed, thrilled at how much they both wanted this. “Tell me what you want me to do,” he ordered Palu, hunger gnawing at him as he stared at Palu’s cock, which was already growing hard again.

Palu sat back against the head of the bed again and soundlessly motioned Nat over.

Nat straddled Palu’s legs again and he lowered himself until one of Palu’s muscled thighs pressed against the crease between his buttocks. Palu growled wordlessly and Nat shivered at the sound.

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“I want to fuck you,” Palu told him roughly, leaning forward and grabbing Nat by the back of the neck. Palu fell back against the wooden headboard and pulled Nat with him. Nat fell on him, his hands pressed to Palu’s chest. Nat couldn’t believe how big and hard his pectoral muscles were. He slid his hands over until he covered Palu’s hard little nipples and he ground his palms against them. This time Palu bared his teeth in a feral smile before yanking Nat’s mouth to his.

Nat had been fantasizing about kissing Palu since he’d first seen him in the ballroom earlier. The fantasy was tame compared to the thrill of feeling Palu’s warm, soft lips on his. Nat opened wide and invited Palu inside his mouth, and Palu answered the invitation, his tongue venturing boldly in to search out all Nat’s secrets. Nat met each of Palu’s bold forays with matching fervor. Palu tasted hot and needy, a heady combination. Nat inhaled and almost lost what little composure he had left when he smelled Alecia on Palu. Their combined scents drove him higher against Palu, and he awkwardly walked his knees forward without breaking the kiss. When their cocks touched they both groaned and Nat slid his hands up Palu’s chest to cup Palu’s jaw. He ran his thumbs over Palu’s cheekbones, and then pushed his hands into Palu’s wildly curling hair. He pressed against Palu, until his stomach was coated in the semen that still covered Palu’s stomach.

Palu groaned and rubbed his cock against Nat’s. Nat pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, and Palu immediately began to kiss his neck and jaw. Palu’s cock was a hot, slick brand against his, wet with Alecia’s cream, Palu’s release and the moisture that was leaking from Palu.

“Now,” Nat gasped, “I need you now.”

Palu shook his head. “I’m too big, Nat. Let me ready you first.”

Nat rested his forehead on Palu’s with a weak laugh. “Christ, I forgot about that.

Yes, please.”

“Here,” Alecia murmured. Nat looked down to see her roll over and run a finger through the semen on Palu’s stomach. Nat could smell their release all around them, and it smelled so bloody good he groaned.

Suddenly Palu’s hand reached out and he thrust a finger into Alecia’s cunt. “Give me some of yours,” he growled and Alecia moaned and scooted closer. “Yes,” she said,

“take it.” And then Nat knew what they were about. Palu was getting his finger wet so he could stretch Nat with it, with Alecia’s moisture coating it.

“Oh God,” Nat groaned, and then Palu’s finger was there, pressing inside his hole.

Nat hissed at the burn of the initial invasion, but Palu went slow, his finger gently swirling in exploration, testing Nat’s boundaries. Nat relaxed, and Palu’s finger slid further inside.

“That’s right, Natty,” Palu whispered in his ear, “let me in. You’re so hot and tight here, Nat. How many men have been here?”

Nat laughed breathlessly and then moaned as Palu fucked his finger out and back in. “Not enough to prepare me for you,” he said in a shaky voice.

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Palu grabbed a handful of Nat’s arse and shoved his finger in deep. Nat cried out, but there was only pleasure, no pain. “Answer me,” Palu growled.

“Not many, Palu,” Alecia told him quietly, “not in the last few years.” She rose up to straddle Palu’s legs behind Nat. She mirrored their earlier positions exactly, except their roles were reversed. “Nat likes to fuck better than being fucked.” Alecia ran her hands soothingly over Nat’s shoulders and down his arms. “Don’t you, Nat?”

“Yes,” he ground out as Palu found his sweet spot and tapped his finger against it.

Nat shuddered.

“Why are you letting me fuck you?” Palu asked quietly. Nat opened his eyes. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed them. Palu was watching him intently.

“Because this is what I wanted from the second I saw you,” Nat told him, unable to lie. “I wanted to feel you inside me.”

Palu growled again and buried his face in Nat’s neck, kissing him. “That doesn’t mean I don’t plan on fucking you, too,” Nat told him thickly, pressing down on Palu’s thick, rough finger deep inside him. “I want to fuck into your
tatau.
”

Palu chuckled against his skin, and Nat felt gooseflesh erupt on his arms. “Just as you want Palu’s
tatau
fucking into your pretty, white arse,” Palu told him roughly.

“God, yes,” he said weakly. He was trembling at Palu’s words, and the picture he painted. “Now, please.”

Palu pulled his finger out slowly and Nat’s breath hitched in his chest. Palu licked Nat’s neck and then nipped his jaw. “I need more than what Alecia can give us.” Palu rubbed his finger across his stomach, gathering the creamy fluid, and then he pressed back inside. “Not enough,” he murmured. “My cock will need more.”