Chapter Forty-Five

Havermouth, Five Years Before

“I’m not…” She swallowed. “I’m not sure what to do.” It had always been them doing things to her, not the reverse, she thought.

“Whatever you want to,” Heath invited. “He’s not going to stop you. That’s how this work. We do to each other what we want to do, and everyone gets off.”

“Over and over again,” Cameron murmured, his eyes almost closed and his body relaxed, entranced by Heath’s hands on him, as Aislen often found herself mesmerized when the Triquetra touched her. But there was a trust between Cameron and Heath that she didn’t hold for any member of the Triquetra, she thought. “Bite my nipples,” he breathed out.

“You heard him,” Heath’s voice was dark with lust. “Bite his nipples, Aislen.”

Aislen slid her hands up Cameron’s chest, and the down over his shoulders, feeling the flow of his muscle beneath his skin, before pressing her lips to his collar bone. His cock nudged against her stomach, and Heath deliberately rubbed the tip against her with his strokes, using her to stimulate Cameron, who moaned and leaned his head back onto Heath’s shoulder, his eyes closing and his jaw slack.

He was beautiful in his surrender to his body, Aislen thought. She brushed over his nipples with the pads of her thumbs, toying with the tight bead of them as she lowered her head and kissed down to the first. She caught it between her teeth, running her tongue over the tip, and Cameron hissed out a moan.

“He likes that,” Heath encouraged. “Reach around him Aislen and undo my trousers.”

She switched to the other nipple, biting slightly harder and Cameron’s groan was gritty. His cock against her stomach left a wet smear of pre-cum.

“He likes a bit of pain,” Heath murmured. “When he’s in the right mood. But mostly, he likes tender and intense sex. He likes to gaze into your eyes as you fuck.”

“And you?” Aislen asked, their eyes meeting over Cameron’s shoulder as she reached around his narrow waist to unbutton Heath’s trousers. “What do you like?”

“He likes to make you do things you don’t want to,” Rhett joined them. “He likes you to be uncomfortable, physically, or mentally. He likes the submission of a lover who is doing what he wants, despite them not totally wanting to. And then making you come hard, so that you wonder why you didn’t want to do that in the first place.”

Cameron chuckled. “He’s got you there, Heath.”

“He does,” Heath agreed. Aislen took his cock in her hands, running her thumb over the tip. He moaned. “Yes, like that.”

“And I,” Rhett had stripped off naked and Aislen felt the heat of his skin against her back. He slid her underwear to the ground and released her bra, before angling his c-o between her legs, thrusting into the v of her thighs, rubbing through her folds without penetrating. “I like cum. The texture of it, the sensation of it drying on my skin. The look of my cum on my lover. I like to do obscene things with it,” his voice dropped, hoarsening, and becoming breathless as he aroused himself both with her body and with his own words. “The more obscene, the better.”

“Rubbing it into me,” she whispered, remembering him doing so outside the art room and in the car, and not entirely sure if it were her memory or his.

“Mmm,” his hum was a groan of erotic pleasure, his hands stroking up to cup her breasts, pinching the nipples hard so that she whimpered. “Yeah. I think it’s on the edge of a breeding kink… Except that I’m not interested in having kids.”

“Just the risk of making them,” Heath’s voice was indulgently amused. “Cameron’s going to come,” he added, and Rhett released her breasts and cupped the end of Cameron’s cock as Cameron groaned and came, capturing the cum in the palm of his hand.

Rhett smeared Cameron’s cum into Aislen, using it to lubricate her clit, before sliding his fingers through her folds and into her cunt. “Fuck,” he groaned against her shoulder, and she could feel, as he thrusted into her thighs, that his cock was wet with pre-cum.

“And now he’s found a new kink,” Cameron chuckled. “Putting our cum into Aislen.”

“Well, help me contribute,” Heath suggested.

Cameron turned within Aislen’s arms and cupped Heath’s face, kissing Heath hard, and with tongue, before releasing him. He took Aislen’s hand from Heath’s cock so he could step out of the embrace. Heath stepped into the space Cameron left, his skin meeting Aislen’s, and lifted her chin so he could kiss her.

Rhett moaned against the back of her shoulder, his fingers still within her and the heel of his hand grinding her clit. His enjoyment of feeling Heath against his hands as he touched Aislen flooded her mind, as did Heath’s pleasure as Cameron pressed against his back and reached between them to take Heath’s cock in his hand. He squeezed Heath tighter than Aislen would have dared to do – but the tightness was precisely what Heath wanted.

“When I come, Rhett,” he murmured against Aislen’s lips, his voice heavy as he neared orgasm. “I want to do it in Aislen.”

“Okay,” Rhett agreed readily, and he removed his fingers from her, leaving wet smears on her flank as he lifted her leg to Heath’s thigh where Heath caught it in his hand and held it in place. “But shallowly, don’t go deep.” Rhett wanted to push it into her himself with his fingers.

Cameron directed Heath’s cock so that it nudged against Aislen’s entrance, breaching her with every thrust of Heath’s hips, but staying shallow as Rhett had directed. There was a coordination and cooperation to their minds, Aislen thought lazily, drugged on their pleasure. They were focused entirely on the task of getting each other, and her, off, and worked together as a team to meet their desires, as twisted and kinky as they were.

Heath groaned into Aislen’s mouth, and she felt the ring of Cameron’s hand around Heath’s cock nudge against her clit as he directed Heath’s spray, keeping him shallow in Aislen, but meeting Heath’s wish to come inside her.

Rhett’s hand was there the moment that Heath finished coming, preventing the cum from leaking as Heath withdrew, and thrusting his fingers into Aislen with a grunt of pleasure. “So wet,” he panted against her shoulder.

“I want you to eat us out of Aislen’s cunt,” Cameron told him, “whilst I suck you off.”

“Sounds good,” Rhett laughed and sat down abruptly. “It won’t take long. I’m so fucking close, my balls ache.”

Heath turned Aislen. “Kneel,” he said to her. “And sit on Rhett’s face. Watch him suck you clean of our cum.”

“Oh my god,” Aislen moaned, so awash in their orgasms, in their erotic desires, that she was close to coming. Heath put her into position and Rhett’s arms wrapped around her thighs, pulling her so tightly to his face that she feared he would suffocate, his tongue thrusting into her and his nose nudging her clit. Heath straddled Rhett’s chest, and stroked his hands over Aislen’s breast, kissing and sucking along her neck, leaving more hickeys for her to hide, whilst behind him, Cameron bent over and took Rhett into his mouth.

Rhett’s moan vibrated against Aislen’s clit, and she sobbed in a breath. “I’m going to…” She gasped.

“Yes, come on Rhett’s face,” Heath breathed into her ear. “He’ll love that.”

She came, and Rhett’s sucking and lapping increased, drawing out her orgasm, even as he moaned and his hips thrusted, coming into Cameron’s mouth. He continued to lick at Aislen, taking the come from her skin that he’d rubbed into her. She leaned back against Heath, drained, and her body heavy, sharing all three’s post coital bliss.

Heath kissed her cheek. “See?” He murmured against her skin. “It’s so much better when you just behave yourself, Aislen.”