A Desconian Marriage of Convenience (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

“No I’m not,” she said, very deliberately placing a hand on either side of his face and looking into his eyes. “You make me feel safe and cared for.” She took a deep breath and said the rest very quickly. “And you make me want things I probably shouldn’t want but am selfish enough to want anyway.”

He smiled. “What do you want, baby girl?”

“You.”

His grin was closer to his normal self-confident smile. “You have me, Jen.” And then the grin turned feral and he wiggled his hips underneath her. “And if you slide down an inch or two, you will have a whole lot more of me.”

She giggled, doing as he asked, feeling his hard cock brush against her pussy lips.

“Put me inside your pussy,” he ordered with another of those grins.

“Is that what it’s called?” she teased as the head of his cock pressed against her entrance.

“I believe humans once had a whole lot of names for it,” he said as he let her slide down his cock at her own pace. “Snatch, muff, twat, beaver, hooha.” He groaned as she slid lower. “Heaven.”

She giggled, barely able to believe she could laugh at a moment like this. “Beaver? As in furry little animal?” she asked breathlessly as his cock finally filled her.

“I believe,” he said, his eyes twinkling with merriment, “that it was a reference to the curls that cover your clit.” He lifted up, pushing more of his cock into her pussy.

“How do you know all this?” she managed to ask. He held her close, groaning as her pussy muscles contracted involuntarily.

“Research,” he growled a moment before he lifted up and took her mouth in an amazing kiss. He started moving, gently at first, sliding into her tight channel again and again, raising her need higher, building the excitement that again bubbled in her middle, making her feel both weak and powerful at the same time.

She moaned as he seemed to go deeper, his gaze locked on hers as he thrust harder.

“Do you trust me?” he asked urgently.

She nodded.

“Say it.”

“I trust you.”

“Good girl,” he said a moment before he flipped them over. He loomed over her, watching her, their bodies still locked together. He must have found what he’d been looking for, because he gave her a wicked grin, ground his cock deeper into her body, and whispered, “Hold on.”

She had no idea what he meant for her to hold on to, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned as he thrust his cock into her hard and fast, over and over, fucking her in a way she’d never even dreamed possible.

Jenelle started lifting up to him, their bodies slamming together as she once again raced toward that peak of excitement. He leaned back, moving onto his knees, dragging her against him as his hand found that incredibly sensitive place once more and caressed her in little circles.

“Come for me,” he ordered a moment before every muscle in her body exploded into movement. Shaking, shivering all over, she reached for him, groaning in pleasure as he covered her once more and thrust harder and harder into her throbbing pussy.

And then, he stopped suddenly, pressing his hips against her, groaning as his cock pulsed inside her.

He leaned over, taking her mouth in a desperate, passionate kiss, his body jolting as warm cum filled her.

* * * *

Tosh watched from the doorway and smiled to himself. Baylen’s instincts had been right on the money. When he’d suggested that Jenelle might not be the only one to freak out in the middle of the claiming ceremony, Tosh hadn’t been convinced, but seeing how concerned Jax was about scaring Jenelle with his size and dominating nature had been eye opening.

Retreating before either of them noticed him eavesdropping, Tosh made his way into the kitchen, where Baylen was checking on dinner.

“You’re pretty amazing,” he said as he moved to pull Baylen into his embrace. “How did you know?”

“About Jax?” He shrugged. “Just a gut feeling really. He’s different around Jenelle. Softer, calmer, but she rattles him, too. Kind of like he’s scared of hurting her but needs to dominate her at the same time.”

It made sense but left Tosh wondering how he’d missed it. Jax was a confident, competitive, dominating man and a highly trained royal guard. Had Tosh somehow overlooked the fact that his husband was still just a man? Had he not seen the emotional needs of someone he loved simply because the man so often seemed larger than life? It was definitely something to think on.

But in the meanwhile…

“Did I ever tell you how much I enjoy fucking you, Bay?”

Jenelle lay in Jax’s arms and couldn’t believe how natural it felt to be with him like this. It was obvious by the soft movement of his fingers along her spine that he wasn’t asleep, but it seemed just too peaceful lying here quietly.

“I’m sorry I scared you the first day we met.”

“What?” she asked, lifting up to lean her forearm against his chest so that she could see his face. “You didn’t scare me.”

“Yes, I did,” he said in a tone of voice that brooked no argument. “I should have realized that even without your fear of whips, humans would likely be frightened of the kinkier side of Desconian sexuality.”

“I wasn’t frightened for long,” she said, sort of confessing to her fear but wanting him to know that it was brief and more about her own issues than anything he’d done. “Once you explained it to me I realized that what you and Tosh and Baylen shared was nothing like my own experiences. It’s obvious that you love them very much.”

“I do,” he said, pulling her closer. She got the impression he wanted to say something more, but instead he wrapped his big hands around her hips and pulled her up so that she lay on top of him again.

“What does it feel like?” she asked quietly.

“The flogger?” She nodded. “You’ll need to ask Tosh or Baylen. I’ve never actually been on the receiving end.”

“Why not?”

He laughed softly, the deep rumble shaking her slightly. He held her tighter to stop her from sliding off. “I’ve never really given it much thought.” He started to run his fingers through her hair, his warm hands traveling down her spine over the smooth skin that had once held so many scars. “I suppose,” he said haltingly, as if he was searching for the words to explain, “for me it’s about trust. Tosh and Baylen give me the gift of their trust every time they let me tie them down or spank them or flog them.” He laughed self-consciously. “As I said, I’ve never given it much thought.”

“But it’s what you need?”

“Not always,” he said, sounding concerned that this conversation was going in a direction he didn’t want. “It’s not something we need to do during the claiming ceremony.”

She was a little bit relieved to hear that but also disappointed. He continued to stroke his hand down her spine, but she could sense him holding back his agitation, trying to force himself to act calmly. She really hoped she was reading him correctly, because she felt an overwhelming need to offer him the same type of trust that Tosh and Baylen gave him. Even though their marriage was only going to be temporary, it felt like something she needed to give him for them both to be whole.

“Would you consider maybe one day…maybe…um, doing something like that with me?”

“Jen,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer, “it’s not necessary. I know some of the things you’ve been through. You’ve only just had the scars fixed. I have no intention of bringing up all of those memories again.”

“I don’t think that would happen,” she said, wondering how the hell she could explain what she was thinking when she really didn’t understand it herself. Hell, she should have left this conversation for later, much, much later. She wriggled out of his embrace so that she could see his face clearly. “Maybe trusting you will help me build new memories.”

* * * *

Jax wasn’t sure what to say. His instinct was to protect Jenelle from anything that might cause distress, but she did have a point. One thing he knew about the domination and submission games he and Tosh and Baylen played was that they could be very emotionally intense but also strangely cathartic. It had been a very good way for Tosh to deal with the stresses of his medical training. Learning to cope with the loss of a patient, and somehow maintain that professional distance but not lose the compassion required to deal with people in the worst moments of their lives, was never easy for any doctor to learn. For Tosh, being able to relax into Jax’s attentions had often been a type of emotional “release valve” that let him deal with the emotions he needed to keep in check while working.

Perhaps something similar would help Jenelle overcome her fears and memories of the past. Her nightmares seemed to have stopped for the moment, but her decisions and actions were still very much influenced by her life on Earth.

“Tosh, Bay,” he called, knowing his husbands wouldn’t be far away. Judging by the goofy smiles as they wandered into the bedroom, Jax was fairly certain he knew what they’d been up to. The shine of saliva on Bay’s hard cock also suggested that Jax’s call had interrupted them.

Perfect.

“Jen wants to know what it’s like.”

“It?” Tosh looked a little confused, so Jax gave him a grin that he knew would look feral. “Oh,
it
…” Tosh said with a wide grin of his own as he finally caught on. But then, just as Jax had done, he hesitated. “Are you sure, Jen?”

She gave him a sincere smile. “I think so.” Jax was starting to think this was a bad idea when she added, “I’m not certain how I’ll react, but I really do want to try it.”

“Good answer, angel,” Tosh said as he helped her off the bed and onto her feet. “This sort of thing can stir up emotions you weren’t even aware of, but if you can trust that we’ll keep you safe, I think it’s really worth giving it a try.” He glanced at Jax still lying on the bed and winked. “However, I think maybe I should finish what I started with Baylen first. Poor guy’s liable to get blue balls if we leave him like this.” Baylen laughed but quickly fell quiet when Tosh added, “Would you like to help me with that, angel?”

Her eager nod was an amazing gift for all of them.

Tosh knelt in front of Baylen, helped Jenelle into the same position beside him, and then reached for their lover’s cock. “Would you like to taste?”

Again she nodded eagerly, opening her mouth as she leaned closer to the thick head of Baylen’s cock. Baylen nearly choked at the first soft touch of her lips and tongue. She hesitated, but Tosh was quick to reassure her. “That just means he likes what you’re doing. Go on, angel, do it again.”

This time when Baylen moaned Jenelle opened her mouth wider and took more of him in.

“Shit,” Baylen said on a gasp as Jenelle sucked on the head of his cock and Tosh pumped him slowly with a firm grip. Jax couldn’t just lie back and watch, so he moved to stand behind Baylen, holding him up as Tosh and Jenelle’s attentions weakened his knees and stole his control.

Tosh and Jenelle took turns sucking him, Jenelle taking his cock deeper and deeper into her throat as her confidence grew. Baylen shook all over, and as his orgasm spun closer he started saying Tosh’s name over and over.

“Tosh, Tosh, Tosh, Tosh.”

Jenelle glanced at Tosh without actually releasing Baylen from her mouth.

“That just means he’s about to climax, angel. He’s trying to tell me to warn you now that if you keep doing that, he’s going to come in your mouth.”

She moved away, staring up at Baylen as she asked Tosh her question. “What does it taste like?”

Tosh shrugged, and glanced at Baylen and Jax. He shrugged again. “Salty,” he offered.

She giggled slightly. “That’s the best you can do?”

Baylen moaned, obviously not interested in a debate.

“Why don’t you taste for yourself, baby girl.”

Baylen nodded in agreement with Jax.

“Good idea,” she said with a broad smile a moment before she took Baylen deep into her throat. Baylen practically convulsed in Jax’s embrace, gasping and moaning in delight as Jenelle suctioned her lips around his cock and sucked hard.

“Fuck,” Baylen whispered as his orgasm began. He practically clawed at the arm Jax had around his middle, holding him tight, as his knees gave out and he shuddered violently. Jax lifted him higher, pressed a kiss to his throat, and then lifted him into his arms.

Carefully he laid his exhausted husband out on the bed, smiling at the goofy grin that Baylen wore, and then he turned to Jenelle.

“Come here, baby girl,” he ordered in a voice that he hoped wasn’t too demanding. She wanted a taste of being dominated, but that didn’t mean he planned to scare the hell out of her. She came willingly, moaning softly when he grabbed both of her nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

Tosh held her up as she panted harder, the urge to pull away from the sharp sting very obvious in her movements. But Jax also saw what he needed to see in her eyes. Her instinct may have been to back away, but the pain was morphing into pleasure even as he watched.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he finally leaned over to press a kiss to her lips and released the pressure. “Tosh is going to fuck you while I use the flogger.”