Bee Among the Clover (77 page)

Aron’s attention was pulled away when Wulfgar’s hand tightened in his hair, drawing his gaze up. Aron saw the pleasure flicker across the thane’s face and knew Roman was using his mouth on him, but he refused to look. Instead, he kept his eyes on Wulfgar’s, and the thane must have seen the challenge, because he gave him a slow, knowing smile.
The thane’s voice was firm as he guided Aron’s mouth to his balls. “I’m sure you’ve had this done to you before, boy. You know what to do.”
Aron knew, yes, but that was no preparation for doing it himself. He could hear the quiet sounds of pleasure Roman was making so close to him, could feel the brush of silky hair against his bare shoulder as the slave bobbed his mouth on the thane’s cock. Aron closed his eyes and hesitantly slid his tongue out to touch the tip of it to the thane’s balls.
He didn’t taste much, really, but just the knowledge of what he was doing clawed at his pride and made him want to rebel. The scent was strong, and, while not unpleasant, as Wulfgar bathed regularly, it was unfamiliar and a powerful reminder, even with his eyes closed, of where he was. On his knees using his mouth on another man.
It seemed to go on forever, Roman’s moans beside him, the thane switching them off. One moment Roman sucking him, the next Aron, back and forth, and Aron found himself drifting, finding it odd that it wasn’t the thane he was paying attention to, but more Roman. He heard every moan, felt every brush of Roman’s skin against his own as the thane moved them how he liked. He could smell the slave over the musky scent of Wulfgar’s arousal.
When the thane drew them both away, Aron caught the pout of Roman’s face and wondered if the day would come when he himself felt the way the other man did about servicing Wulfgar. And then he pressed his lips together. No, that day would never come, he was sure of it.
Wulfgar tugged them both to their feet, and Aron watched out of the corner of his eye as the thane kissed Roman, watched the way the slave clung and whimpered needily into it. And then the thane was kissing him as well, and Aron compared this kiss with the brief one he had shared with Roman, again wondering why it seemed so different. It wasn’t unpleasant, but there was no fluttering in his belly as there’d been when Roman’s lips had touched his own.
The thane began to move, guiding the three of them back to the bed and stretching out, Aron on one side, Roman on the other. Aron glanced across the thane’s chest to Roman, meeting his eyes briefly, but the slave averted them in favor of cuddling close against Wulfgar and nuzzling his chest.
Wulfgar chuckled and leaned down to brush his lips against Roman’s ear. “I want you to show the boy how a mouth should be used.”
Roman’s eyes widened and flicked up to the thane before he smiled and nodded. Dark eyes met Aron’s for an instant as Roman began to slide down the bed, and Aron felt a tremor run through him at the seductive expression.
His attention was turned as his lips were claimed by Wulfgar, and Aron was shocked to his core to find that this time the kiss seemed different. It stirred in his belly, and he would have pulled away, he was so disconcerted by the flutter of pleasure, but before he could, he felt wet, soft heat close on his cock, and he froze, tensing and then just as quickly melting as he realized it was Roman’s mouth.
Aron tried to bite back the moan but failed, barely noticing that he had begun to kiss Wulfgar back, his hips restless as all attention focused on Roman and what he was doing. His cock started to stir, hardening as the slave’s mouth sank lower. The thane lifted his head and chuckled low, one hand turning Aron’s face to show him Roman. Aron couldn’t help another moan at the sight of Roman kneeling between his legs, pouty lips wrapped around Aron’s cock, his eyes half-closed in pleasure.
“He knows how to use that mouth of his, doesn’t he?” The thane’s voice was rough against Aron’s ear. Aron nodded in a daze, trembling as Wulfgar’s hand came up to his chest, the thane’s fingers toying with Aron’s nipples and sending shards of pleasure through him.
Aron stared wide-eyed down at Roman, cock twitching at the sight. That shouldn’t have been nearly as erotic as it was, and he told himself he should protest, fight, push Roman away. Instead he was frozen, barely breathing, his eyes fluttering closed with a groan he couldn’t help as Roman sank even further down and he felt his cock slip into his throat.
Roman swirled his tongue around the head of Aron’s cock, nibbling at the glans, teasing the slit and sucking lightly. Aron felt him bring his fingers up, brush them over Aron’s inner thigh, cupping his balls with his long fingers and rolling them as he took Aron’s cock further into his mouth, relaxing his throat and beginning a slow bob. By the gods, Aron had never felt anything like it. No woman he’d ever been with had been so talented, and it was easy to dismiss that it was a man making him feel this way.
Even with his eyes closed, Aron could see Roman, knew that the brush of soft hair against his thighs was sin-dark, knew the lips that suckled him so eagerly belonged to a handsome face with wide, dark eyes, and knew that the hands touching him were slender and elegant, but not feminine at all.
What Aron had forgotten was Wulfgar, a presence that was brought back to his attention when he felt the brush of flesh against his lips, and his eyes flew open to look up and found Wulfgar had shifted higher on the bed, his cock nudging Aron’s mouth. For a brief moment Aron didn’t react, just stared up at him. Then he closed his eyes again and opened his mouth. He heard the rough groan the thane let out, and Aron wondered when that sound, or the sound of the moans and soft whimpers from Roman below, had become appealing. More than appealing, he found them curling in his belly and spreading with fingers of fire through his whole body.
Aron had no energy to try and figure out why this time was so different from the rest. All he could do was feel, and he refused to focus on the fact that he felt no disgust or shame this time, instead focused on the pleasure and the feeling of being the center of so much erotic attention. It was overwhelming, and he let himself wallow in it. He thought he heard Wulfgar say something, but he didn’t catch whatever it was, the roaring of desire drowning out everything but the physical.
Aron felt Roman slowly draw his mouth off his cock, the slave’s tongue lashing at the shaft as he did so, and moaned in disappointment. But before he could think to protest, Roman settled himself between his widespread thighs and urged one leg over his shoulder. Aron couldn’t fathom what he was intending as he shifted lower, nuzzling against Aron’s balls.
Roman’s tongue flickered out over his entrance, and Aron stiffened in surprise, inadvertently sucking harder on the thane’s cock. Wulfgar gave a rough groan in response, but Aron paid him no mind, all his focus on the warm, rough tongue sending shivers through him. The sensation was unexpected and, while not unpleasant, strange and intense. His entire body was hyperaware of the unfamiliar touch, and his breath caught when the slave’s tongue stiffened and began to work its way inside him. Roman’s fingers stroked over his skin, touching his hips, the flat planes of his stomach as his tongue began to thrust into him repeatedly.
Aron trembled. He couldn’t help it, the sensations were overwhelming. His eyes remained closed, and he sucked harder on Wulfgar’s cock as his own pleasure rose, one hand reaching down of its own volition to sink into Roman’s thick hair, the other coming up to rest on Wulfgar’s hip. The thane groaned again, and suddenly Aron’s mouth was empty, and he blinked his eyes open.
Aron watched as Wulfgar shifted beside them and reached down easily to lift Roman and turn him so that he straddled Aron’s head, his cock hanging heavy and hard above Aron’s lips. Both he and Roman gave the thane a questioning look, but Wulfgar just ran a hand down Roman’s back, which seemed to soothe him. Roman bent his head to resume his torment of Aron, and Aron arched eagerly, seeking more of that pleasure. Wulfgar closed a hand on Roman’s cock and guided it to Aron’s mouth. Aron didn’t resist, both hands coming up to curve on the slave’s hips as he lifted his head and took his cock inside.
He tasted different from the thane. Aron wasn’t sure why he was surprised by that, but he was. Sweeter, less salty, an exotic, strange flavor Aron decided was not at all unpleasant, and he began to suck, tongue flicking along the silky, hot shaft. Roman whimpered, and a hard jolt rippled through Aron at the sound. Then Roman sank a finger inside him, and Aron sucked harder in reaction, drawing a heavy moan from the slave.
It was almost as if Aron couldn’t breathe, the sensations were running through him so quickly. Roman’s finger pressed against someplace deep inside, and Aron moaned, arching against him in response to the fire that awoke within him. He’d felt a bit of that before, when Wulfgar was fucking him, but that had been more of a brush. This… this was indescribable.
Then Roman took his cock into the wet heat of his mouth again, and Aron was lost. He forgot that he was somewhere that he didn’t want to be, or that he was doing something that he didn’t want to do. Instead, there was only pleasure rippling through his body as he sucked harder on Roman’s cock until it brushed the back of his throat.
A broken, whimpered moan from Roman made Aron’s eyes open, and he watched in fascination as Wulfgar thrust one large finger deep inside Roman, the slave trembling and rocking his hips back to meet the invasion. Aron’s stomach clenched at the erotic sight, and his heart pounded faster as the thane shifted around to kneel between Aron’s thighs and Roman’s slim finger was replaced by two of Wulfgar’s.
He groaned, arching, which had the benefit of not only sinking those oil-slick fingers deeper inside him, but also thrusting his cock deeper into Roman’s warm, wet mouth. Aron gave himself over to the pleasure fully, not even trying to deny how good it was. He was surprised by the twinge of loss he felt when Wulfgar moved Roman to the side, startled to find that he regretted the loss of the slave’s cock in his own mouth. Roman knelt on hands and knees beside Aron, still sucking on his cock, and Aron rocked his hips harder between the thane’s thrusting fingers and the slave’s suckling mouth.
Aron propped himself on his elbows, eyes trained down and watching both the slow bob of Roman’s head and the firm penetration of the thane’s fingers. It was madness; why was this time different, why was he not in the least bothered by their touches? He didn’t know and didn’t care to analyze it right now, one hand reaching down to skim lightly along the sleek curve of Roman’s hip. Dark eyes flicked up to meet his before closing, and a jolt of awareness slid up Aron’s spine.
His attention was drawn away thoroughly by Wulfgar shifting, spreading Aron’s thighs wider, and the feel of the blunt head of the thane’s cock pressing against his entrance. Aron groaned as Wulfgar’s cock slid inside, easier than any time before, and he was stunned to find that, beyond just not hurting anymore, this time there was more. There was pleasure, astounding pleasure that sang along his nerve endings and shivered down his spine, making him arch and lift his hips to take him deeper. His response made Wulfgar groan, and a surge of satisfaction that he didn’t quite understand filled Aron. The thane slid a hand under his back to arch him closer, and Aron dropped his shoulders back onto the bed, moving with him and groaning again as Wulfgar buried himself fully inside him.
It felt so different, full with the slightest sting, but it was a good sting, a slow burn that spread throughout him and, combined with the heated suction of Roman’s mouth on his cock, had Aron all but incoherent with overwhelming sensations. Then the thane began to thrust, slow and deep, firmly, and Aron fisted one hand in the furs beneath him. The other hand remained on Roman, sliding along his hips, down his sleek thigh, over his slender side.
The thane couldn’t seem to resist the lure of touching Roman either. Wulfgar slid the hand that had been supporting Aron over to skim down the slave’s spine. Aron slung his legs around Wulfgar’s hips and watched with avid fascination as Wulfgar sank two fingers deep inside the slave. He groaned, and his hips bucked when the penetration caused Roman to suck harder and moan, the sound vibrating around Aron’s cock.
The three of them moved together, fluid and in rhythm. Wulfgar thrust deep over and over into Aron, who lifted his hips to meet him and thus sank his cock deeper into Roman’s mouth and throat, who in turn moaned and rocked back onto the thane’s fingers. Over and over, rocking and moving together, the pleasure rising higher and higher until Aron was twisting on the furs, his eyes lingering on Roman, who had his eyes closed and seemed entirely focused on both Aron’s cock and Wulfgar’s fingers. Aron felt a tumble in his stomach as he allowed himself to acknowledge for the first time that Roman was a beautiful creature.
Wulfgar drew Aron’s attention as well. Aron stared up at him, meeting his eyes boldly and groaning as he drove his hips in rhythm to the thane’s thrusts, demanding as much as he gave. He would never be what Roman was, malleable, tame, and meek, and he could see in the thane’s eyes that he knew it and, in some strange way Aron didn’t understand, reveled in it.
Aron could feel the pleasure coiling tighter, burning inside him, and his hips moved harder, with more determination. His eyes narrowed up at Wulfgar, who only smirked and thrust harder, seemingly determined to see him come apart at the seams. Aron couldn’t begin to stop it and succumbed entirely to the pleasure; a low whimper from Roman set his orgasm in motion, and he bucked and cried out as his cock throbbed and spilled into the warm, moist suction of the slave’s mouth.
Not far behind was Wulfgar’s orgasm. He withdrew his fingers from Roman and gripped Aron’s thighs tightly with his big hands, holding them up and apart as he thrust hard into him before stiffening with a growled shout. Aron panted as his muscles seemed to go liquid, eyes fluttering shut as he tried to gather his scattered senses.
He found his lips claimed in a slow kiss and responded instinctively to it, kissing the thane back.
“You please me greatly, boy,” the thane groaned before withdrawing and rolling to his side. Aron found himself hauled up against Wulfgar’s side while the thane caught Roman in his other arm and drew the slave against his other side, kissing him deeply.
The slave arched against him, whimpering. Roman’s need was blatant, and Wulfgar reached down to thrust two fingers deep inside him. Aron watched, breathless, at the way writhing against his body, Roman cried out into the thane’s mouth and how he arched desperately for more.