Lucy's Liberation [Elk Creek 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (32 page)

“Depends on how much you want to change the rules,” Ki said and reached for Prentice’s ass, soundly smacking a cheek. “I’m rather looking forward to being inside our friend here.”

“And I won’t stop you,” Lucy said and grinned as she moved around Prentice on the bed until she was in back of him. When he glanced over his shoulder to see what she was doing she grasped him by the hips and indicated that he should turn around to face her. Then she lowered her head and put her mouth on his hard cock.

Prentice closed his eyes, automatically burying his hands in Lucy’s glossy, soft hair, gently fisting his hands against her scalp.

“Perfect,” Ki murmured. “Keep him near the edge until I’m in, Lulu.”

Prentice trembled at Ki’s command then tried to focus on what Lucy was doing to him with her very agile and talented mouth. She taunted the head of his weeping cock with her tongue before sucking him in, and Prentice groaned and helplessly thrust his hips, submerging himself even deeper.

Lucy increased the suction rather than backing off, grasping his ass for traction as she bobbed her head up and down on his stiff cock and drew him closer.

Prentice was so ready to come. He wasn’t sure he could hold back his orgasm and then Ki moved behind him, his hands gentle but firm on Prentice’s hips.

Ki pressed his lips to Prentice’s ear, his tangy scent a complement to Lucy’s vanilla musk, the aroma simultaneously calming and arousing Prentice as it wrapped around his head. “I’m going to make this good for you, Ethan. As good as I made it for Lucy. Do you trust me?”

“I trust you,” he rasped. They were three simple words, but it meant everything to Prentice to be able to say them to anyone, especially in his most vulnerable moment.

I love you, Lucy and Ki.

Prentice realized it just as Ki inserted a lubricated finger into his ass. His inner muscles instinctively clenched around the digit before Ki drew back, only to insert another finger. Prentice gasped at the penetration, the coldness of the lube.

“Relax, my Ethan. I’ve got you.”

Yes, I belong to you, I’m yours, Ki.

Ki spent several moments opening Prentice, turning his hand this way and that until Prentice adjusted to his intrusion. When he slowly removed his fingers, Prentice almost whimpered at the emptiness he felt, the loss.

“Almost there,” Ki whispered then curved an arm around Prentice’s waist, resting his palm against Prentice’s abdomen as he tugged him back.

Prentice felt the head of Ki’s hard cock pressing against him before Ki thrust his hips and slid through the first ring of muscles. He closed his eyes and reached back with one hand to clutch Ki’s thigh, the other hand still entangled in Lucy’s hair. They had him from the front and the back. He was theirs.

“Hold on.”

It was the last thing Prentice heard Ki say before Ki fully drove into him.

The burning sensation was like nothing else he had ever experienced before. Prentice thought he saw stars, panting as he dug his nails into Ki’s flesh.

Ki didn’t seem to notice, just leaned forward and nibbled Prentice’s earlobe. “Okay?”

Prentice bit his bottom lip and nodded because he realized that he
was
okay. The pain was transient and right beyond it, so close he could taste it, was the pleasure. Once Ki began moving, Prentice knew…he would be…right…
there
.

He heard Ki take a deep breath behind him before Ki pushed forward again.

“Oh my God!” With Lucy sucking him so intensely and Ki immersed inside him, Prentice
did
see stars. He was no longer connected to his body. He felt himself floating up and out, like he had when he’d died in that barn and gone to the Summerland.

Even with his powers and sex magick, Prentice had never achieved an out of body experience during sex. He had never felt this open and…free. “Please…” He didn’t know who he was begging or what he was begging for. Probably for Lucy and Ki to put him out of his sweet misery and take him over the edge to that orgasmic realm where life and death met. Now he really knew why they called an orgasm the little death, and he hadn’t even come yet.

He was close, though, so very close.

Prentice felt Ki’s cock, hard and throbbing, inside him and his own cock pulsed in Lucy’s mouth in response. Then Ki slowly began to move, pumping his hips as he held Prentice in place with his hands pressed against Prentice’s abdomen and chest.

Prentice found Lucy’s and Ki’s rhythm, rocking his hips back and forth between them, reflexively decelerating and accelerating as they did. When Ki finally struck that mythical place inside him, the male G-spot that Prentice had only heard about, Prentice stopped breathing for a moment before he completely lost it.

He gushed into Lucy’s mouth with a hoarse shout, circling and grinding his hips until he thought he had released all his seed. He had more to give, however, when Ki sped his thrusts, his cock pounding against Prentice’s sensitive prostate until Prentice didn’t think he could take another stroke.

Suddenly, Ki stiffened behind him, his hands tightening against Prentice’s torso as he came in Prentice’s ass with a low, drawn-out groan.

Lucy licked her way up his shaft, sucking the last of his semen from the head of his cock until Prentice felt like he was bone dry. When she stood on her knees to face him, he saw her cheeks were flushed. He was impressed that she still had the capacity to blush after what she had just done, after what they all had just done.

She averted her eyes, her blush growing.

Prentice knew why and cupped her face with both hands. “Don’t run away.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. Come here and kiss me.”

Her eyes widened and Prentice thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight.

“Are you sure?” Lucy asked.

“I’ve never been more sure.” He pulled her forward, kissed her hard and deep, tasting his musky flavor on her tongue. She curved her arms around his and Ki’s necks.

Prentice felt her hand burrow through his hair while Ki nuzzled his nape. “Now your turn,” Prentice said.

“My turn?” Lucy’s voice was soft and dreamy as Prentice rolled her nipples with his thumbs and softly kneaded her breasts.

Silently, he grinned, sliding his hands down her sides and around her curvy body to grasp her ass and pull her against him.

“Yes, that’s it,” Ki murmured in his ear, growing hard again inside Prentice.

Prentice grunted, flexing his ass muscles around Ki’s hardening shaft as he teased Lucy’s pussy with his cock. Prentice was surprised he was already getting hard again. He had thought Lucy and Ki had wrung him completely dry.

This was going to be hard and fast. He knew he wasn’t going to last long and he had a feeling that Ki wouldn’t either.

Prentice thrust inside Lucy with one pure, long stroke, sliding home on a long moan.

Ki held him from behind and circled his hips as Lucy held him from in front and squeezed her pussy muscles tight around his cock.

Prentice had never been in the middle of a more possessive, sensual sandwich before and he cherished every moment of the closeness, something else he had never shared with anyone.

His cock throbbed inside Lucy in concert with Ki’s cock throbbing inside him and Prentice slowly began to rock his hips.

Lucy and Ki easily followed his rhythm, moving in tandem. The friction the three of them created was more than enough to send Prentice over the edge, coming with a hoarse shout for the second time in minutes.

He shuddered in Lucy’s and Ki’s arms, cushioned between them as he slowly came back down to earth.

Prentice opened his eyes to Lucy raining kisses on his face. He caught her lips with his, plunging his tongue to meet hers as he fondled her breast with one hand and reached down between where they were still joined with the other. She hadn’t come yet, but from her fierce pants he could tell she was close. When Prentice began flicking and pressing her swollen clit with his thumb, she violently climaxed as if an explosion had detonated inside her.

He held her through her orgasm, her body a soft slick paradise in his grasp.

Prentice eased out of Lucy, maintaining eye contact the entire while, worshipping her with his gaze the way he worshipped her with his hands. When the time came for him to pull out, he did it slowly, watching as she lowered herself to the mattress and gave him a sleepy smile.

“I love being inside you,” Ki whispered.

He felt so right there, fit so perfectly, that Prentice had almost forgotten Ki
was
inside him until he had made his declaration and began to disengage.

Their uncoupling affected Prentice like he imagined losing a limb would feel. The hollowness would have been even more profound had Ki not held Prentice so firmly and kissed his neck and shoulders through every step of his withdrawal.

“Okay?” he asked Prentice again.

Prentice smiled and leaned back into Ki, suddenly thinking of Rance and how different the two men were. They were so different, in fact, that he found it difficult to believe that Ki had been related to the man. Then he had another, more frightening thought that jolted his protective instincts to life.

Had Ki been one of Rance’s victims, maybe his very first?

Prentice didn’t know how to ask or even if he should with Lucy all cuddled up between them, obviously, finally feeling safe and secure enough with them to instantly fall asleep.

He wondered if maybe Lucy had already guessed about Ki’s past on her own and why he hadn’t thought about the possibility of sexual abuse before now. It was, after all, a logical assumption, all things considered.

Prentice suddenly felt a tingle of energy at the base of his skull, the type of spike he usually got right before he employed his powers. The last time he had felt the tingle was at Winchester’s right before his confrontation with Cody. Since then, he had given up on his powers reappearing and realized that the sex between him, Ki and Lucy just now must have been significant enough—emotionally, physically—to reignite his abilities. Either this, or Goddess had seen fit to bestow his powers upon him again.

For how long? And why now?

Prentice extended his psychic fingers and for the first time in his life he felt awful about using his gifts on someone without their permission.

It’s called a conscience, Prentice, and I knew you had it in you.

He suddenly felt embarrassed and even a little annoyed to think that Brielle or, worse, that Caith had been watching while he, Lucy, and Ki had made love. It had been too exquisite and intimate an act for an audience.

Prentice waited for Brielle to say something about what he was doing, to stop him, but no further chastisement was forthcoming.

Was this his fork in the road? Had Goddess given him back his gifts just to see what he would do with them if they were at his disposal?

I don’t have to use them. I have a choice.

He asked himself what would Aura do, she who had once told him he had corrupted his powers, and he realized he just needed to do the opposite of what the old Prentice would have done in this situation.

He wanted to know what secrets Ki harbored, however. He wanted to know what memories hurt him and kept him up at night. He
needed
to know what was Ki’s Achilles’ heel.

Prentice knew the things that kept
him
up at night—not being in control, feeling weak and small… Not being in control was his biggest fear and he bet it was one of Ki’s fears too. Knowing this, he couldn’t pry into Ki’s mind without his consent. He couldn’t,
wouldn’t
take that choice away from anyone anymore.

He would not dig, at least not psychically.

“He did things to you, didn’t he, Ki?” Prentice rasped, his glance automatically turning to Lucy to see if she stirred. She didn’t so Prentice turned his gaze back to Ki.

Ki stared back at him, the euphoric haze from their lovemaking slowly dissipating from his expression. He was quiet for so long, Prentice didn’t think he would respond before Ki simply nodded.

“You can tell me.” Instinctively, he left out the
I won’t think any less of you
, didn’t think it was necessary to voice.

“My uncle, he wasn’t…he wasn’t always the man who did the awful things he did to those boys.”

Prentice gritted his teeth, determined not to judge though he didn’t think anything Ki said could change his mind about the man he knew Rance had been. “I’m listening.”

“I was seven when my father died and Rance, he filled in as the male role model in my life. I know it’s probably difficult for you to understand knowing him as you did, but he…he loved me and I loved him.

“Initially, our relationship was a good one, healthy and honorable, one born of genuine affection and hero worship. The more we were alone together, however, the more my uncle’s innocent glances and touches turned into something…not-so-innocent. At first I didn’t recognize what he was doing as wrong until the touches became more insistent, made me too uncomfortable to ignore. I kept telling myself that Uncle Rance loved me and he wouldn’t hurt me. I trusted him.”