Chapter Fifty-Seven

Havermouth, Five Years Before

Desire won over outrage, and Aislen turned into Rhett, feeling the press of his piercing against her lip as he deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking against hers. His cock was warm in her palm. She tightened her fingers around it, holding him tight like she had seen the Triquetra do to each other.

His groan was accompanied by a mental flood of pleasure. (Taming the tigress…)

He wriggled free of his jeans without breaking the kiss, before digging his hands into Aislen’s hair. She felt Cameron part her thighs and Rhett lowered her back onto the mattress, going with her, leaning over her at an angle, as Cameron kissed along her lower stomach and then dragged his tongue over her clit.

“Oh god,” she moaned into Rhett’s mouth, as Cameron lathed her with enthusiasm. His tongue circled her clit, teasing her with the lightest of touches, and then he sucked ferociously so that she wailed, her hips arching.

“She likes that,” Heath commented.

Aislen’s hand left Rhett’s back and gripped into Cameron’s russet curls, holding him to her as she ground herself into him. She barely noticed the flash of the camera as Heath took another shot.

“That one’s just for me,” he said with satisfaction. “Fucking hot.”

Aislen came, throwing her head back and breaking the kiss as she arched under it, feeling the coil of tension that the burgeoning orgasm had wound within her release, the sparks of pleasure following the passage of nerves down her legs and up her torso, connecting each part of her body to her clit and Cameron’s tongue upon it.

“Now I’m horny again,” Cameron complained as he rolled to the side.

“I’m sure you’ll fuck her on the drive,” Heath replied. “I’ll suck you off though, if you like, once I get the money shot of Rhett fucking her.”

“Fuck,” Cameron groaned, fisting his cock. “And now I’m beyond horny imagining your mouth on me. Hurry up Rhett.”

“For fuck sake,” Rhett laughed and knelt between Aislen’s legs. “Don’t get my face in it if you’re using it for blackmail.”

“I’m not stupid,” Heath replied.

“You guys are arseholes,” Aislen said, glaring at them through heavily lidded eyes. “I shouldn’t let you do this.”

“But you are going to,” Heath replied smugly, adjusting the angle. “Lift her hips, and… yeah, there,” he said. Rhett did as Heath instructed, lifting Aislen and thrusting shallowly into her. The camera flashed again, and Rhett groaned. “Go for it,” Heath gripped Rhett’s shoulder for a moment before releasing him.

Rhett’s neck corded and a muscle ticked in the corner of his jaw with the intensity of his concentration. “Sit up,” he released her hip and lifted her so that she sat upon his lap, her knees to either side of his hips whilst he knelt below her. His cock sank deep in the new position, and they both moaned. “Wrap around me,” his voice was ground out.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his, breaking the kiss as he pushed up into her, driving himself into her from his knees, his arse clenching with the force of the thrust of his hips. “Fuck,” she mouthed against Rhett’s neck as her head sank forward, their joined pleasure washing through her.

“Good?” He asked breathlessly.

“Yes,” she whispered, kissing his skin, following the line up his neck that the Triquetra so often covered in hickeys on her, and returning the favour as he continued to thrust into her, pushing against her cervix.

Her orgasm started deep from her cervix, rather than her g-spot or clit, combining with those other sensitive points and intensifying almost beyond tolerance. She clutched Rhett too her, not entirely sure that she could withstand the climax when it broke, and then it did, robbing her of her voice, cramping her muscles, and causing haloes in her eyes.

“Fuck,” Rhett followed, rising up from his knees, his hips jerking as he came within her. He held in that position for a long moment as the last throes passed from him, before slowly sinking down. Aislen folded over his shoulder, all strength gone from her body in the aftermath. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and turned his head to where Heath and Cameron watched, lazily stroking each other’s skin and hair in the warm glow of their lovemaking. “That was… intense. I am sure she squirted,” he told them.

“I bet you enjoyed being squirted on,” Cameron leered.

“Fuck yeah,” Rhett grinned back at him. “Don’t tell me you’re not jealous that it wasn’t you.”

“If you can get her to do it, I can too, and I’m taking her driving. I’ll find somewhere to park and fuck her in the tray of the Ute,” Cameron leaned back into Heath’s arms. “Whilst you and Heath do your homework like good boys, I’ll be balls deep in our…” he caught himself, an expression of chastisement crossing his face. Heath pressed his lips to Cameron’s cheek and murmured something. “I’ll be balls deep in our slut,” Cameron finished.

“We’ll take a homework break,” Heath said. “And I’ll let Rhett fuck me or I’ll fuck him, whatever way he prefers.”

“Promises, promises,” Rhett chuckled against Aislen’s shoulder. “Which means, he’ll get me to choose and then make me do the opposite just because he can.”

“Probably,” Heath’s smile lit his face and stole Aislen’s breath. The intensity of his love for Rhett just shone in his eyes, she thought, with a wistful ache in her heart. She wondered if they appreciated how lucky the three of them were to be so connected.

“Alright,” Rhett kissed Aislen’s shoulder again. “Up, Aislen. We should do some painting before lunch, as Cameron will, no doubt, take his time.”

“I like to take my time when I fuck,” Cameron replied with a wink.

“I meant in the shop,” Rhett replied, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, there too,” Cameron laughed. “Come on, let’s swim, and then do the boring, responsible shit so Heath will get off our backs about it.”

“I’m responsible for the well-being of this Triquetra,” Heath replied solemnly. “Which includes making sure we don’t fucking fail our final year of high school.”

Aislen spotted the four polaroid photos pinned under the camera. Could she distract them sufficiently that Heath would forget about them?

“Why should I even bother with homework?” She shrugged. “It’s not like I’ll get that scholarship with how much school I’m missing recently, and after the thing with Mr. Owens yesterday and the rumours going around… I mean, it’s not like I have family money to pay for me to attend university in Rideten, or even the local universities. I might as well just drop out of school and see if I can find a job in a factory, or at Zeus.”

“Just finish the year,” Heath said, as he pulled on his jeans. “And we’ll see what happens after that.” He picked up the polaroid camera and the pictures, and Aislen suppressed a moan. She hadn’t been successful.

“Come on,” Cameron said. “Last one in the water has to do the dishes.”

“I have to put these somewhere safe,” Heath fanned the photos. “I’ll catch up.”

As Rhett and Cameron pulled Aislen from the house, she craned her neck trying to see where Heath went with the photos.

“There’s no use trying to see,” Rhett told her, following her gaze. Cameron slid down the bank and yelled as he dove into the water. “He will hide them so well that you can search forever and never find them. Heath’s like that. He will never leave it to chance that you won’t keep our secrets.”

“I wouldn’t really have said anything,” she replied as Rhett held out his hand to help her down the slipping surface of the bank to the water’s edge. “Not really.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, Aislen. You know things you shouldn’t and like to show off what you know by letting people’s secrets slip, with no regard for how you hurt them when you do. Like the thing with Lilly. You have no idea how fucked up that was, because… Well, just because,” he broke off. (It’s not my secret to tell.)

“Because she’s fucking Diana?” She asked, stung by his accusation.

“And there you go again,” he complained. “Saying things you shouldn’t know, showing off, and hurting people.”

“It’s just to you,” she muttered, defensively. “That doesn’t count.”

“But it isn’t always just to me,” he pointed out. “You get mad, and you say things. But, no, what you said about Lilly had nothing to do with her and Diana. I’m not telling you anything else, because I don’t trust you,” he stepped into the water.

“You don’t trust me?” She was wounded. If anyone should have trust issues, it should be her, she thought.

“No,” Rhett met her eyes. “I don’t trust you to keep your mouth shut.”