Tapestries 03 - Woven Dreams (15 page)

Jarmon eased her hand out and brought it to his lips. One by one, he covered her fingers with his mouth, sucking the cream from them. A sharp shot of pleasure went through her when he nipped at the webbing at the base of her thumb. Her breasts were swaying with each deep breath she took. When he was finished, he kissed each knuckle before releasing her hand. “Sweet.”

Pushing himself to his feet, he tugged at the laces of his pants. When they were open, he shoved them down and stepped out of them. His cock was hard, throbbing with need. Genny licked her lips in anticipation as he knelt back down in front of her.

Garrik moved from behind her and, without his support, she swayed for a moment before righting herself. He scooted around to kneel beside Jarmon. He was just as 77

aroused as his brother. The long blue vein running up the front of his cock was pulsing with need. As she watched, a pearly bead of liquid seeped from its tip.

“Taste me,” he urged. “Taste us.”

Garrik watched Genny, barely stifling a groan when she licked her lips again. Her bottom lip glistened with moisture and her huge brown eyes were soft, glazed with a potent combination of desire and pleasure. Her hair was tied back in its familiar braid, but some of it had escaped. Tendrils of brown hair framed her oval face, accentuating her strong yet feminine features.

She really was quite lovely. But what drew him was the woman herself. Beneath the calm exterior she presented to the world existed a deep well of untapped emotion. He’d seen glimpses of it when he’d taken her. There was such passion in Genny. That and a backbone of steel. She was stubborn and he knew that she was still planning to leave them, but he and Jarmon would deal with that later.

At the moment, all he wanted was to have Genny again.

She glanced from him to Jarmon and back again. Garrik fisted his hands on his thighs to keep from reaching out and dragging her mouth to where he wanted it. This had to be her decision. He only hoped she made it soon. His balls were so tight he had to grit his teeth against the ache. The pulsing in his cock matched the pounding in his skull. Every muscle was poised for action. Waiting. Waiting.

Genny scooted forward slightly and slowly lowered her head. Her tongue darted out to lap at the tip of his erection. This time he could not contain his harsh groan of pleasure as she licked at the liquid seeping from the head.

“You taste warm and salty.” Her innocent words almost sent him over the edge. He dug his fingers into his thighs, not wanting to come. Not yet. Not until she’d stroked him and sucked him.

He thought the top might blow off his skull when she blew softly over the bulbous head and cupped the heavy sac between his legs, massaging his balls. He sucked air into his lungs but still could hardly breathe.

Garrik felt both relief and agony when she turned away and did the same thing to Jarmon. His brother’s hands were fisted at his sides, opening and closing reflexively as Genny worked her magic on him.

He almost howled with pleasure when she shifted her attention back to him. This time she curled her tongue all around the thick head before trailing from the tip to the base of his erection. She nuzzled his testicles with her nose before gently sucking one of his balls into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to pull her closer or to push her away. “You belong with us, Genny. You belong to us,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. Nothing had ever felt as right and as good as she did.

She released him and licked her way back up his cock from the base to the tip. She turned to Jarmon, smiled almost shyly and began to do the same thing to him. It was 78

arousing to watch Genny’s mouth as she licked down the length of his brother’s cock.

The heavy sac between his legs pulled tighter. A sheen of sweat covered all their bodies, making them gleam in the firelight.

The sounds of the night seemed to fade into the background, replaced by harsh grunts and groans of pleasure. The air was cool, but did nothing to lower the heat consuming his body, pounding through his veins.

This time when she turned back to him, he gripped her head in his hands and guided her mouth straight to his cock. “Take me inside your mouth.” He gulped in a huge breath and groaned when her lips parted and lowered over the head. Moist heat surrounded him. “Suck me, Genny.”

His hips jerked forward, driving him deeper into her eager mouth. She sucked hard as she stroked her tongue over him. Garrik watched her as she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and slowly pumped it up and down as she continued to suckle the head.

Garrik glanced over at Jarmon, who was stroking his cock with his hand. The scar on his brother’s face was prominent, his face flushed with need, his eyes filled with lust as he watched Genny’s every move. Jarmon raised his head and gave a jerky nod. The time had come for them to claim her.

Jarmon could barely keep from coming as he watched Genny suck on his brother’s cock. He’d felt her sweet mouth on his shaft as well, knew what pleasure she was bringing Garrik. Some day soon, he would drive his cock into her mouth, fucking it until he came, but today was Garrik’s turn.

He waited, his driving lust making him impatient as Garrik gently pulled her mouth away from him. She looked up, a questioning expression on her face. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy pink, her lips were moist. Her breasts swayed as she sat back, displaying her tight nipples to perfection. Her skin appeared even creamier, softer in the glow of the firelight, and her breathing was uneven.

Jarmon motioned to the blankets as he held out his hand. “Come.” His heart squeezed as she stretched out on the ground between them, her thighs relaxed and open. Unable to resist, Jarmon guided the head of his cock to her slit, stroking it over the slick warmth before he began to push inside.

He tried to go slow but was unable to take the sweet torture of her body as it gripped him in a silken vise. Grasping her hips, he thrust. Her inner muscles contracted and relaxed, accepting him, pulling him deeper. She cried out as he seated himself to the hilt.

Garrik shifted closer to Genny’s head. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he held her steady as he kissed her. Her hands wrapped around his wrists, her short nails digging into his brother’s flesh. He finally pulled away from the kiss, but he did not release her.

Using his grip on her hair, he turned her head and guided her mouth toward his cock.

Genny opened her mouth and the tip of Garrik’s cock disappeared inside.

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Jarmon gripped her hips and pulled back until he was almost all the way out. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her ankles crossing behind his back as she tried to keep him from leaving her. He drove back in and she cried out.

It wasn’t how he’d imagined it, but Genny was taking them both at once. Jarmon slid one of his hands beneath her, caressing the dark cleft of her behind. It was wet from her juices and he rubbed his fingers through it, coating them before he began to carefully insert one finger past the opening of her ass. The tight band of muscles was resistant at first, but eventually gave way to the pressure. Genny tipped her head back, gasping for air.

Garrik groaned at the loss of her sweet mouth. “Don’t stop, Genny.”

“Take both of us,” Jarmon urged. “Take everything we want to give you.” He eased his finger deeper as he pulled his hips back and shoved them forward again, driving his cock deep into her pussy.

Genny didn’t think she could take much more. Yet again, she was close to coming.

Jarmon had one arm banded around her back as he leaned over her, his cock buried deep. His other hand was on her bottom, a long, thick finger inserted into her behind.

She knew Garrik wanted her to take his shaft back into her mouth, sucking him until he came. They overwhelmed her, filled her to bursting. Could she do as they asked?

Her breasts ached, her pussy throbbed and her mouth felt empty. Opening it, she turned back toward Garrik. His harsh grunt filled her ears as she sucked him deep. He supported her head easily and she found that she could pleasure them both at once.

Jarmon began to pump his hips, gaining speed with every thrust. He felt larger than he had yesterday. But perhaps that was an illusion brought on by the fact that he had a thick finger inside her behind.

Genny moaned as Jarmon stopped thrusting and began to insert a second finger.

She knew that he was trying to prepare her body so that someday she could take both men at the same time. Tears filled her eyes as her ass began to burn with the pain of his intrusion. That day would never come. Tonight was all they had. As if sensing her discomfort, Jarmon removed his second finger and began to pump his hips again.

Garrik slid one of his hands over her breast, tweaking the nipple. Genny concentrated on taking him as deep as she was able. Her entire body was tight, but she knew she wouldn’t come until Garrik had. It took a lot of concentration to keep sucking him while Jarmon was pounding into her.

Focusing her efforts, she sucked hard on Garrik’s shaft as he drove it in and out of her mouth in short thrusts. His actions became more erratic and she moaned. That one small sound vibrated through him. His fingers tightened in her hair, holding her to him as he came. Hot cum spurted into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed convulsively, fierce pride and pleasure filling her that she was able to do this for him.

Finally he sat back, his cock popping out of her mouth. He eased her head gently back down to the blankets as his hand continued to tease and stroke her nipples.

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As if that was the sign that Jarmon had been waiting for, he eased his finger out of her behind, seized her hips and began to pound into her. She welcomed each hard plunge of his cock. Wanting more. “Harder,” she cried as she stared up him. The scar was more visible against his flushed cheeks and his skin looked stretched over the planes of his face. His pale blue eyes seemed to glow with an inner fire. Growling, he drove even deeper.

Garrik surprised her when he leaned down and covered the crest of her breast with his mouth. His tongue flicked over the puckered nub, sending shivers of pleasure streaking through her body.

Her body jerked and heaved as her inner muscles began to contract. Jarmon gave a harsh yell and flooded her body with his hot cum. She dug her heels into his back, arching up against him. He ground his pelvis against hers as she continued to shiver and shake. She didn’t know how long her orgasm rushed through her body, but finally it was over. She unhooked her legs from Jarmon’s flanks and they flopped down onto the blankets. Tremors and aftershocks continued to pulse through her as she lay there.

Jarmon’s face was buried against her breasts. She could feel the pounding of his heart against her stomach. Garrik had flopped to the side, his arm over his face. When Jarmon lifted his head, smiled at her and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips, his body shifted, driving him deeper into her sensitive core. She cried out as tiny shocks of pleasure shot though her. Jarmon groaned and pulled out of her, sitting back on his heels.

“Thank you, Genny.” Jarmon stretched out next to her, gathering her close in his arms.

Garrik banked the fire, which had all but died out, making sure it was safe for the night. Spreading the blankets over them, he crawled in next to her, snuggling as close as he could get. “Stay,” he whispered against her ear. “Stay.

” Genny’s heart ached even as her body still shuddered with the most amazing orgasm. She blinked back the tears that filled her eyes. Both men would be watching her closely tonight. She only hoped that the intense sexual activity would make them sleep heavily, if only for a while. She would rest for a while and regain her strength. When both men were asleep, she knew she had to leave. It was time.

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Genny eased out from between the two men one slow inch at a time. It wasn’t easy with them plastered to her sides. She bit her lip and concentrated, but it was taking longer than she’d imagined it would and the night was waning quickly. They had taken forever to fall asleep and she’d dozed off while she was waiting. But she was awake now and that was all that mattered.

She froze when Jarmon grunted and rolled over onto his side. His unexpected movement gave her some space. Quickly but silently, she stood. The night was quiet except for the occasional hoot of an owl and the deep breathing of both men. She half expected a large hand to wrap around her ankle and demand to know where she was going. Part of her even hoped it would happen, that they would take the decision out of her hands. But that was cowardly.

Straightening her shoulders, she took her first step off the blankets, away from the Bakra brothers, away from the most joy and contentment she’d ever known. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. There was no time for tears. She had to be strong.

She glanced over her shoulder one final time and blinked to clear her blurred vision. In only three short days, Jarmon and Garrik had found their way into her heart.

She loved them and that was why she had to leave. Ignoring the soft, inviting cocoon of blankets, she turned away. Working her way silently across the clearing, she snagged her clothing and her pack and kept moving.

She never looked back.

Jarmon came awake with a start. Something was wrong. Not questioning his instincts, he rolled out of bed, reaching for his sword as he did so. Within seconds of opening his eyes, he was standing naked in the early morning light, sword in hand as he searched for the danger he sensed. He glanced down at the blankets to find Garrik staring up at him. “She’s gone.”

His brother patted the blankets beside him. “It’s cool. She’s been gone for a while.

How did she manage to get away from us without us waking?” Jarmon snorted as he tossed down his sword and grabbed his pants. “We were too damn sated with sex. An entire battalion of warriors could have come through the clearing and we wouldn’t have heard them.”

“I don’t think so.” Garrik was already on his feet, his pants half on. “I think it’s because we don’t see her as a threat. We trust her.” He paused. “Do you think perhaps she was telling the truth about the tapestry? Maybe it reappeared and she just went 82