All That Remains (Metamorphosis Book 1) (6 page)

"He's delicious, isn't he?" Hatch used that gravely sex voice that never failed to make Charlie's cock throb.

Summer nodded, reaching out to grab Charlie’s cock at the base. With her other hand, she slid the pad of her thumb over the slit, now slick with precome.

Which was hot enough.

Then she brought that thumb to her mouth and sucked it inside and both he and Hatch groaned at the sight. One corner of her mouth lifted at that, the power of it pleasing her.

"Hands and knees above Charlie."

She did it, kissing his belly, her nails gently scoring up his inner thighs until she gripped his cock in one hand, bracing her weight with the other.

H
atch looked at her back
, at the green and brown of the thorns and vines, the splash of red here and there and the tiny blue/purple flowers scattered all through. Her hair had slid to the side, giving him flashes of the way she'd begun to lick around the meaty head of Charlie's cock.

He took two handfuls of her ass and squeezed, parting her to his gaze. Pink and perfect, glistening from orgasm, swollen. His cock twitched, as anxious as the rest of him to get in there.

She pushed back against him and he chuckled. Not shy about what she wanted. "Just trying to be sure you're ready. And oh yes you are."

He nudged at her, the heat scalding, the slippery flesh welcoming his way.

He'd wanted to go slow but she had other ideas, shoving at him, taking him in one hard push.

"Fuck!"

"That's the idea"

Hatch snorted a laugh that died when he caught sight of the way she sucked Charlie's cock down to the root and came back up.

Charlie gave a strangled curse as he plunged his fingers into her hair and held her. "Yes, god. Yes like that."

It had been four years since he'd been inside her. He stilled a moment at the homecoming of it. At the way her body welcomed him in that sweet clasp.

Too long. He'd been away too long and other men had experienced this. He was lucky she hadn't been claimed by that point. It wasn’t simply the physical act of being in her; it was the connection between them that surged as he touched her. That feedback as she responded. That depth of intimacy that was so much more than just skin sliding against skin.

He had no further plans to tempt fate. She was theirs. His and Charlie's and that was that.

Slow at first, he thrust all the way in and then pulled nearly completely out only to press deep again. She timed her swallows of Charlie's cock with that rhythm.

"You're killing me, baby. More, please." Charlie writhed.

She hummed and Charlie groaned.

Her pussy gripped Hatch tighter. She liked it when Charlie begged. Hatch did too and he tucked that away for later.

"Hold your cock," she whispered to Charlie, who did.

She reached back, her fingers brushing the place Hatch slid in and out of her cunt and then they were gone.

Charlie's thighs were outside hers so he was spread open. Summer's fingers, slick now with her honey, played against Charlie's balls, his perineum and then over his asshole, pressing in slightly once he was nice and wet.

Charlie blew out a breath and it turned into a pleading groan. His movements grew uncoordinated and when she'd worked herself inside enough to find his gland and brush over it, he shook all over and then snarled as she sucked him deep. So deep, he blew, the taste of him flooding her for long moments.

Hatch moaned softly. "So fucking hot." He reached around her body and found her clit, playing it between two fingers until she knew she'd come again.

She kissed Charlie's cock and leaned her head against his thigh, giving over to the way Hatch felt inside her. The way his fingers drew another climax from her.

It was good. Familiar and yet new. She flew apart, her vision going white as she heard his curse and the felt the jerk of his cock as he came inside her.

Charlie’s hands caressed her shoulders and neck until Hatch pulled out and they all managed to lay down, arms and legs tangled as they struggled to catch their breath.

Summer's head spun. It was good. So good. More than good it was
right
in a way she couldn’t begin to contemplate with them both still there.

The scent of sex, of man and skin hung in the air. Charlie's taste lived in her, Hatch's taste re-awakened in her system like it had never left.

"So what would you grade it?" Hatch drew lazy circles on her arm before just pulling her into his embrace. She considered moving away but didn't really want to. She rested her head on his biceps and smiled at Charlie, who entwined his fingers with hers, kissing her fingertips.

"Grade what? Your fucking?"

Hatch laughed. "Well that too, I suppose. But your first threesome."

Charlie theatrically swatted Hatch’s arm. "Don't ask her that yet! We're not done."

Hatch give Charlie a look. "We aren't?"

Charlie nuzzled her neck. "I haven't been inside you yet." He rolled closer, inside Hatch's embrace as well. Another inch and he lay atop her and she wrapped a leg around his.

He left her breathless. He had a carefree manner, but he was serious about sex. He paid attention too. And he was really good with his mouth.

Hatch groaned. "He's got excellent recovery time. He's insatiable."

She laughed. "I seem to recall you being pretty insatiable too."

"That goes without saying. When it comes to you, there's never going to be enough."

Charlie kissed her as she lay there, wedged into Hatch, Charlie's weight a reassuring thing.

"When do you two fuck?"

Charlie's mouth quirked up, exposing a dimple she hadn't noticed before. "All the time. I already knew from last night that you liked to watch. There'll be plenty of time for that. Can you take me?" He teased her pussy with the head of his cock.

She arched and nodded and he slipped in.

Hatch stayed where he was. She was overwhelmed. Caged in. Held down. It was too much but she rode it out and it became white noise. Like the sound of the ocean and she let it hold her up.

Charlie filled her over and over, the ring in his left nipple brushing against her chest, the hair on his belly scratching her not unpleasantly. It was good. And hot.

Then he and Hatch kissed, right next to her face but she couldn’t turn her head enough to really see it though she tried. She could hear it though. The soft exhalations, the wet slide of tongue against tongue. She felt the scratch of Hatch's scruff against her shoulder.

She whimpered, not meaning to, but it escaped anyway.

"Feeling left out, pretty?"

"No," she gasped out when Charlie nipped her chin. "It's hot. I just wanted to see better."

Hatch laughed and slid a hand between her and Charlie, finding her clit.

"Too much! I can't."

"Let it go. It's not too much. Let it be enough. Give us another." He lightened the pressure but kept touching her.

Charlie changed his angle and his pace, digging hard and deep, pressing the heel of Hatch's hand against her mound, skin to skin instead of his fingertip. It drew out an orgasm, nearly ripped from her. Hard. Powerful. Overwhelming and sharp.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm gone." Charlie groaned and came, his mouth coming down on hers, the kiss a desperate sort of crush as they both soared on pleasure.

"Wait." Hatch grasped her upper arms and held her against him as he ground himself against her ass.

"Higher, baby." Charlie adjusted Summer and Hatch thrust this cock between her thighs.

"Mmmm. So wet. Yes, god, that." He didn't put himself inside her, but fucked into that space between her thighs, his cock brushing against her cunt.

It was wet and sticky and messy and hotter than anything she'd ever experienced as Hatch took his pleasure the way he wanted it, fucking that space, his grunts in her ear as Charlie kissed her, pressing her into Hatch, his body holding her.

"Gonna come all over you. Mark you, Summer," Hatch growled in her ear, the fingers holding her upper arms digging in so hard she knew she'd bruise. It hurt enough to make her whimper, but it was a good hurt. She knew those marks the next day would make her wet just looking at them.

When he came on a snarl, he held her for long minutes after.

"A swim might be good for our muscles." Charlie kissed her and rolled from the bed.

She started to follow, but Hatch stood, picking her up and carrying her. He kept her in his arms as they walked through the small path to the lake. Never letting go until she was deep enough to float.

"
R
un away with me
."

Summer looked up to see Charlie headed toward where she knelt in her garden, harvesting zucchini. He had a bright red bandana on his head, his hat tucked into a side pocket.

"Where should we go? The circus?"

He laughed, kneeling with her. "Can I help?"

"Seems to me you're probably sick of picking produce." She knew their shift went from six in the morning until two. They then brought it all back to the processing houses where another crew would clean and package for market either in Paradise or to be sent to a transit point south of Portland.

"Don't tell anyone, but this is my way of charming a pretty girl I like."

She smiled and pushed her sunglasses up her nose. He tilted her hat forward. "Keep the sun off your face, you're a little pink."

"The curse of having red hair."

He helped her pull the rest of the ripe zucchini and indicated a few at the flower stage. "How about I stuff these flowers with something yummy? Hatch had to run a load to the processing house down the mountain but he'll be back in an hour or so. We can all have dinner?"

"All right. I need a shower. I'm sweaty and dirty."

He stood, giving her a hand up and taking the basket she'd put all the things she'd picked in. He took her hand and she liked it.

"I need a shower too. Fancy that."

"You're very subtle."

He leaned closer. "I've been thinking about how you taste on my tongue all day."

She laughed. "You just tasted me."

"Three days ago. You can't expect me and Hatch to go so long without you."

"You have each other."

He opened her door for her and she invited him inside the cool, dark living area.

"So nice in here. And yes, we have each other but we’ve made it no secret that we want you too."

He put the basket in the kitchen.

"I need to grab some towels and my toiletries."

He followed her into the bedroom. "I love the way it smells in here. Is it perfume?"

“I trade jams for scented soaps and lotions. Myra, she runs a stall with honey and sweet smelling things, she makes a special blend for me with wild rose and a hint of lavender."

He breathed deep. "I like it."

"The showers just around the bend here are bigger than mine. Hotter too and they're relatively empty. All the people returning from the orchards use the stalls near the temporary housing."

"I need to run to our caravan to grab a change of clothes. Come with me?"

She nodded and he took the bag she'd filled with her things.

"You were raised well,” she said when he opened the door for her as well.

"My mother taught me to always open a woman's door and share her burden if I could."

They walked back toward their caravan and she followed him inside, not hiding her curiosity as she walked through.

He grabbed clean clothes and his kit. He and Hatch hadn’t slept over at her place when they’d been with her before but he very much hoped they would that night. They had the following day off and he planned to see if she wanted to head out and maybe hike or see the outlying area with them. Maybe have a picnic. Whatever.

“I’m just going to leave a note for Hatch.”

After he’d jotted down that he was going to shower and be at Summer’s place, he left the note on Hatch’s pillow and joined her in their small living area.

“This is beautiful.”

She was looking at the photograph hanging there.

“My mother is a photographer. She took that one and gave it to me a few years ago for my birthday.”

“She’s got a great eye.”

He moved behind her, sliding an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his body.

“Thank you. You want to go?”

She quirked a smile, turning her head to see him better and then he kissed her.

His hands slid up to cup her breasts and she moaned softly.

“Shower. And then you and I are going to finish this up at your caravan.”

“Okay.”

They walked, hand in hand, to the showers near her place. It was, as she’d indicated it might be, empty.

“People will start showing up soon enough. But for now it’s just us.” She hung up her clean clothes and slung the towels over the side of the enclosure wall. Then she dropped the dress she had on, along with her underpants, bending to toss them into her bag.

“Damn.” Charlie grinned, his gaze never leaving her as he stripped, moving to join her as he hung his toiletries bag.

She hadn’t been alone with him this way. Yes with Hatch and the beginnings of this at the social. But naked and clearly on the verge of fucking, not yet.

“I like to watch. But not so much being watched.” He licked up her neck. “This first time between you and me I want to be alone.”

“I was just thinking that.”

They washed off quickly. Not that there was really another way anymore. There were no long showers in caravan camps, even permanent ones like Paradise Village.

“Wait. I didn’t…well we had other things to do the other night. I want to look at you.” Summer circled him.

Colorful swirls of ink covered him from his knuckles up his arms. A lot of it was old school, pre-sickness designs. Face cards and roses. Across his back from shoulder to shoulder it read FRANCO, his last name in script. Wrapped around his name and below it were two incredibly detailed wings. One or two feathers had been inked below it, one on his ass, the other on his thigh, as if they’d fallen from the wings.

One on thigh he had a skull and crossbones, on the other a mermaid, the type used on the bow of a sailing ship. Up his sides though, on the right, she ran fingertips over the raised edges of a date branded there.

“Did this hurt?”

He moved his arm, peeking at her as he did. “Yes. Part of the appeal at the time, I suppose.”

“Meaningful day?”

“The day I lost my dad.”

She pressed a kiss there and he closed his eyes a moment. “It’s all beautiful.”

He pulled her close, kissing her. “Thank you.”

Her hair wrapped in a towel, she led the way back to her place.

Two steps inside he dropped everything and picked her up instead. She laughed, wrapping her legs around his waist, her hair tumbling free from the towel as it fell.

He backed her to the nearby doorway, pressing to hold her there so he could pull the front of her dress down to expose her breasts.

He bent to lick over one and the other, making a rough sound when she yanked his hair.

“Bed,” she gasped out. “I can’t get at any of your good parts this way.”

He stumbled into her bedroom, falling to the bed with her. He’d wanted to go slow, wanted to seduce her, but this wasn’t that at all.

Instead she rolled up to her knees and tossed her dress one way and her panties the next as he scrambled to get his shirt and pants off.

He shoved her back to the mattress and landed atop her, his mouth finding hers as she hooked one of her calves around his, bringing his cock to slide against her cunt, which was already hot and wet.

“Yes.” She arched to get more of him and he hissed at how good it felt.

“Wait, wait. I want to eat your pussy first. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He went to his elbows. “Oh, I will. First with my tongue and then with my cock. I promise.”

He swirled his tongue around one of her nipples and then the other. Over and over again. She writhed against him, her nails digging into his sides as he hardened what felt like impossibly so, the tip leaking, making the friction against her belly delicious.

He licked down her belly, through the salt of his precome, and settled between thighs held wide by his shoulders. When he pushed her hips back, holding her in place, honey rained all over his lips as she gasped.

Okay then. Someone liked being handled. He could get behind that, because he liked handling her.

He lifted his head to find her watching. “Don’t take your gaze from me. See who’s going to make you come.”

One corner of her mouth tipped up, but she didn’t stop watching.

He took a lick and then another before brushing his lips over her clit, just a breath of sensation. She arched into him, demanding what she wanted.

He was so hard he ached, his cock brushing against bedding that smelled of her. She surrounded him. Her skin, her scent, her taste.

Despite being so hot for her, he took his time. Learning her. What she liked and where. How hard, how fast.

She liked it when he sucked her clit as he licked the underside. Tried to squirm away when he dragged the edge of his teeth against it but sighed when he used the tip of his tongue to circle the hood, using the friction of skin on skin instead of direct contact on her clit.

Her gaze was still on him but it began to blur as she drew closer to climax. Her taste deepened as the muscles in her inner thighs trembled a little.

As he’d promised, he fucked into her with his tongue while he brushed the pad of his thumb back and forth over her asshole. Slowly, with a little more pressure each time.

Her cunt was juicy, which eased his way when he pressed his thumb just inside her ass, stroking against nerve endings unused to stimulation. He smiled against her pussy as she whimpered.

He pushed her then, using the thumb in her ass and his mouth latching onto her clit.

Her back bowed as she came hard, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she did.

She was still lazy with endorphins when he pulled back. “Roll over. I want that pretty ass in the air.”

She reached out to slide her thumb through the slick at his slit. “It’s my turn.”

“Baby, I’ve had my cock in your throat and it was fantastic. But I want it deep in your cunt right now.”

He moved her just how he wanted, spreading her thighs, arranging her and she nearly lost her mind. She’d been wet before, but the way he…
used
her just then, something about it really worked.

“Want to look at all this pretty ink while I fuck you.”

“Uh huh,” she managed to mumble.

And he was in her. Gloriously hard and deep. He stilled for long moments as he petted over her back and sides.

“Goddamn, yes.”

She pushed back and pulled forward and hissed.

The sensation sliced through him. “Yes, fuck yourself back onto my cock then.”

Bracing her hands better, she curled her back, moving on him like he’d told her to. Taking what she pleased.

His cock was thick and swung a little to the right, brushing against her inner walls just right.

He reached around her body to pinch and tug her nipples. “Love how your cunt hugs me tighter when I do that.”

She was beyond words at that point so she mumbled in assent.

He brushed his fingertips over her belly and then lower, spreading her labia apart to expose her clit. Each time she pressed back, her skin tightened and he slowly circled her clit with his middle finger.

The build up was slow but intense so that within a few minutes her thighs trembled and her bottom lip ached from where she’d bitten it so many times.

“Can feel how close you are, baby. Come all over my cock.”

He squeezed her clit then with slippery fingers. Gently, but relentlessly, over and over until orgasm slammed into her and he took over the thrusting, fucking into her body with a slap-slap-slap of skin on skin as he did it.

“Yes, so close. That’s it.”

He groaned, coming in a hot rush as he continued hard, deep digs into her body until he finally bent and kissed her spine.

“I feel much better now.” He settled on her bed and she flopped next to him. “I’m making you dinner for that.”

She laughed. “Yeah?”

“I suppose I should have waited for an invitation. But I’d like to spend some time with you.”

She moved to lean on her hand and look at him. “I usually meet my sister for dinner in the Commons. If you’d like to come along, that’d be fine.”

“I’d like that. Hatch has spoken highly of her.”

There was a rap on the front door and he grinned. “Speaking of Hatch.” He brushed a thumb over her cheek. “You want me to let him in?”

She rolled from bed, grabbing a robe on the way to the door. “Stay. I’ll go let him in.”

When she opened he was there, his hair still wet, curled at the bottom. He looked up from the bouquet of flowers he had, smiling when he noted it was her. “Hey.”

She couldn’t have stopped her answering smile even if she’d wanted to. He thrust the flowers her way and she took them, standing aside so he could come in.

He paused after he closed her door, bending to breathe her in at her neck. “You smell good. Like fucking. And Charlie.”

“Fucking Charlie?”

He grinned. “That too.”

“I’m going to put these in some water. Charlie’s in the bedroom.”

“I’ve seen him today but I haven’t seen you in three days for more than a brief hello at your stall in the mornings before we went out to the orchards.”

“Okay then.” She went into her kitchen and found a pretty vase to put the flowers in, along with some water before centering them on her little table.

He moved to her once she’d stepped back from the table. He spun her in his arms and kissed her hard and fast. Her head spun too, but from his taste and the way he felt.

He pulled the robe open, his hands all over her as she arched into his hold.

“Want you so much,” he murmured as he kissed his way down her neck. “Never stopped.”

She didn’t want it to mean anything to her.

But it did.

He picked her up and put her on the table, stepping between her thighs. He shoved her robe back, leaving her totally naked.

“So fucking beautiful. Skin flushed. How many times did he make you come?”

He flicked her left nipple and she flinched, but realized it didn’t hurt. She swallowed and let herself feel that edge as pain hovered but never descended.

“Twice.”

He brushed down her ribs with the backs of his fingers, sliding to her hips and then to her cunt. His pupils seemed to swallow all the color in his eyes as she sucked in a breath and he blew one out between his teeth.