Boxed Set: Innocent Immigrant (7 page)

Griff groaned and took a fistful of my hair. “Fuck, Ari, I’ve been ready to explode since that little minx wriggled and pushed so deliciously on my cock when she lay across my lap. I don’t think she had any idea what she was doing.”

His breath heaved as he forced my head down over his prick. In an instant, he pushed at the back of my throat, and I worked my tongue, flat and firm, against the underside of his cock. I pressed against the pulsing thick vein that ran like a proud scar up the side of a tree, eliciting a grunt from him.

“God, yes. Have you thought what it will be like, fucking Katie’s lovely little mouth?”

He pulled my head off him as he asked the question, looking deep into my eyes before dipping down to claim a hard, passionate kiss. When he broke the kiss, he pushed his hand roughly through my hair.

“Get on the bed, right on the edge, face down, knees to your chest.”

I didn’t need his instructions—it was our favourite position—but I was happy for him to take charge. I still had difficulty instigating sex with him, although I suspect Griff had enjoyed other men in his past. He took my shame away, that dark place within my mind that made me feel like a worthless
half-caste
, belonging to neither Māori nor Pākehā society. And if either society knew of my consort with another man, I would be ostracised to the point where I don’t think I would want to live.

We both enjoyed the sex act with each other, but our preference was to be together sharing a woman, and to date we had never had a complaint from any partner we’d bedded.

Griff was moving behind me, and I heard the rub of wood on wood as he retrieved from his bedside cabinet drawer the jar of ointment we used for lubrication. Standing with his back to me, he was as magnificent as he appeared facing me with a willing prick and desire on his face. His buttocks were lean and muscled, his legs long, his back broad.

“Get in position, Ari.”

I’d lingered, enjoying the view of him moving around the room, naked. I turned now as asked, kneeling on the bed, my head buried in the quilt that smelled so potently of him.

“I’m going to be rough tonight so that I can be gentle with Katie when the time arrives to make her ours. Is that okay with you?”

I turned my head, my cheek flat against the bed and nodded.

“But I’ll take much delight in preparing you. Here we go, relax here”—he circled my tight ring with his finger— “and let me in.”

His finger rubbing around my anus caused my cock to jump. I reached for it, but Griff grabbed my wrist and took it up by my head.

“Not too fast, Ari. You’ll touch your cock when I say you can, and not before.”

Inside, I trembled at his words. This was the best way: Griff in charge so that I had no option but to follow his request. His finger probing my opening was delicious, and I groaned.

“That’s the way; let me take care of you.” His voice was softer now, loaded with desire.

His finger dipped inside an inch, twisting and pushing deeper.

“You’re lovely and ready tonight, Ari. Have you been thinking about this today?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Good, that makes me even harder for you knowing that while Katie rested in the house, you went about your work with the horses thinking about my cock buried deep in your arse. I bet your prick was stiff. Do you think any of the men noticed the tight lump in your trousers? Two fingers now.”

He didn’t ease them in this time, instead pushing deep, stretching me and causing that faint burn that obliterated the pleasurable tingling I’d been enjoying. I huffed his name, hoping he’d go a little easier.

He bent over my back, his hot chest covering me perfectly. I felt the nip of his teeth at the junction where my neck met my shoulder, then his mouth up by my ear. “I told you I was going to be rough. You can take it for me, Ari. Take it for Katie. I’m so ready to fuck you. It’s going to hurt a bit, just how you like it; then I’ll make you feel good. Is that what you want?”

“Fuck, yes, fuck me please, Griff.”

As I begged, Griff drew his fingers out of my arse. There was a brief delay, and I recognised the sound of him coating his cock with more slippery ointment. I’d watched him do that often enough, and now the image came to my mind of his dark, glistening cock. With that, I felt the thick head against my barely prepared ring. I tensed, and Griff moved his hand, which had been firmly holding my shoulder and shifted it down to my buttocks.

He spread me with one hand, the other on his cock, helping him push inside. “Don’t tense, my love, you’re making it worse for yourself.”

I needed the pain to remind me how wrong this was, but still I wanted him to be easy on me. “Slow...slow,” I whimpered, the sting rising from tiny pinpricks around my hole to shooting needles of pain that ran like the spokes of a wagon wheel from the hub of my arse.

“Uh-uh, not tonight. Let me into your beautiful arse. Think about how Katie will feel when we take her there the first time, hmm?”

With that, he gave a rough shove of his hips, and the head of his cock breached me. I was panting, sweat dripping down my face from my temples, and I bit into the quilt to keep my cry muffled. Griff never pulled back and teased that way he often did, driving me almost to delirium, but continued to fill me as quick as my tight muscles allowed.

“Only one direction until I’m buried in you.”

He inched further in, pulling an anxious cry from me.

“Nearly there...are you okay?”

I grunted in response. I was more than okay, even with the fear and the pain.

“There, I knew you could take it like this...there we are.” He gave a final nudge and his balls rested against me, my prick desperate for some touch of its own. “You did good, Ari.” His breathing was ragged, and in a few seconds he gave another shove as if he just couldn’t get deep enough inside. Then he lay still, covering my neck and shoulders with kisses, making a tender moment out of one that had been dominated by discomfort.

He flexed his cock, and I clenched my muscles, our groans of pleasure intermingled in the quiet night.

“I’m going to start fucking now. You behave and keep your voice down, and I’ll let you stroke your cock while I pleasure myself in your hot, tight arse.”

I lifted my hips more, giving myself room to grip my swollen prick.

“That’s my boy.” He pulled out slowly before thrusting back, deep and fast. “Take your cock, Ari, and tell me when you’re about to come.”

I knew that wouldn’t take long at all. Pre-cum had been leaking in such copious amounts there was a large wet spot darkening the pattern on the quilt beneath us. I reached down with one hand and smeared the juice around the head of my cock, down the shaft, jerking as Griff battered his way in and out of my bottom.

Suddenly his head was back by my ear. “Do you think Katie can take this?” He shoved in hard again, my muscles having tired so that they no longer tried to keep his intrusion at bay.

“No...” I grunted. “Too hard for her.”

“Then I might let you take her in the arse, first. You’re gentler, Ari, you’ll make sure she’s okay. Can you imagine that, sliding in and out of Katie’s bottom as she whimpers and cries and wonders why she’s experiencing such exquisite pleasure when you’re doing such a filthy thing to her?”

My cum felt as though it was boiling in my balls with the depraved images Griff planted in my mind taking me to the point of explosion.

“I’m going to release inside you very soon, Ari. Fill you with my hot spunk. Would you like that?” His words were ground out, matching the ferocity of his thrusts.

I was just about to agree with him, about to explode, hovering right at the point where I changed the rhythm of my cock-stroke when I became aware of a sound near the door.

“Ah, you’re ready. Let’s go, Ari.”

I turned my head a little and saw Katie in her nightgown, eyes like saucers, hand across her mouth as if she was trying to restrain the words she wanted to say.

“Fuck, Griff...she’s here.”

“Christ!”

Griff seemed to not have understood my words, and he thrust and grew inside me until one last hard shove when he erupted, spurting wildly, deep into my bowels.

It was too much for me. Despite the knowledge that Katie was at the door in some state of shock, my thighs tightened. Almost instantly, the agonising feeling at the base of my spine blew apart as I sprayed thick ropes of hot cum across the comforter.

I collapsed in a heap, Griff on top of me, heaving deep gasps of air when Katie finally spoke.

“My God, what are you doing?” Her voice was dangerously low and quiet.

“Katie!” Griff pulled himself out of me roughly, but being the man of confidence that he was, he did nothing to hide himself or his wet shrinking cock from her eyes. I, on the other hand, rolled in a deft move that wrapped the bedcover around my nakedness.

As Griff approached her, she backed from the room.

“Debauched sinners.” She spat the words out just as Griff took her arm.

“Settle, Katie—”

“No. Get me away from here.” She appeared stricken with horror, her gaze flying about the room as if expecting the devil himself to materialise.

“Katie,” Griff said again, “you will come in here and sit so that we can explain this act of coupling you’ve just witnessed, for it is not a sin, and it is not debauched. It is simply an act of physical love, made in private between two people who care very much about each other.”

I don’t know how many times Griff had settled me with those very same words. I tried to quiet my thumping heart so that I could be a presence in the room that helped Katie feel safe. I sat up, letting the covers slip to my waist. I was still more decent than Griff’s state of complete nakedness.

“In here, come on.” Griff led her to a chair and sat her down. Finally, he found a nightshirt to put on, handing another from his bureau to me.

Poor Katie was mortified.

Griff sat on the floor beside her and took her hand. It was a position we had both adopted at the feet of a woman at various times. It took away the overbearing size of a man that could overwhelm a young lady. Keeping low, making yourself small, was also a position one instinctively took when calming a frightened or wild animal. But seeing Griff like this, dropping his commanding demeanour, was something that always made my heart jump with love.

“Do you know, Katie,” he started gently, “that it is because of you we committed this act of love tonight?”

She tried to pull her hand away. “Oh, so now I am to blame for your depraved behaviour.”

Griff threw his head back and laughed, drawing a puzzled, angry look from Katie.

“What he means is that we were so filled with lust from your beautiful display after your spanking that we sought relief from each other rather than coming to you, which is what we both desired most. Griff and I care about each other in a way many men don’t. We experience as much joy in our mutual sexual release as we do with a woman. Soon, Katie, you will be the one in this group who will be the recipient of our lust and love, but that won’t happen until we’re married.”

I stood and rearranged the cover on the bed, trying to ignore the wet patch where I’d ejaculated. I went to the other side of the bed and turned back the covers. “Come in here, love. We’ll all sleep together tonight. I promise you’ll be secure, and we can hold you and let you feel how much we care about you.”

She chewed her lip but looked as though she only needed a gentle nudge of encouragement to get her to agree.

Griff stood, keeping hold of her hand. He gave it a small tug. “Come on, you’ll be safe with us, sweetheart.”

“But we’re not married.”

“And we’ll not touch you. We’ll just keep you between us so that we can all get some sleep.”

In truth, it was a terrible idea. Despite having just experienced sexual release, I feared I’d be hard again in minutes knowing Katie was alongside me. When I looked at Griff, he raised his eyes to the ceiling as if to say he’d just had the same thought.

BOOK 1 ENDS

KATIE

I
was surprised that I managed any sleep after witnessing such a shocking scene. During religious studies at the Girls’ Home, I had learned that the sexual act was designed for procreation and that anything outside of that was a sin. Men with men—sodomy—was an act of the devil. Yet it struck me that I too was a sinner when I had continued to watch the men instead of turning from the door and allowing them their privacy.

I had been asleep, startled awake by what I thought was a groan. My heart had pounded in my chest, fearful of another wild creature outside my window that might not be as innocent as the owl with the strange cry. The second time I heard the sound it appeared as though someone was in pain. I’d helped at the Girls’ Home infirmary in my last year there, so I thought it best to see if one of the men were indeed ill and needed my assistance.

The noise came from Griff’s bedroom, and when I pushed open the closed but unlatched door, the sight before me stopped me in my tracks.

I knew a little about anatomy, but I had never seen a man’s member before and had no idea it stood straight up the way Griff’s did. How they went to the toilet with
it
pointing in that direction confounded me, and I wondered if it easily pushed downward, too.

Once I was able to take my eyes off Griff’s nakedness I caught the full view of Ari, crouched on the bed like a frog. To my astonishment, Griff was pushing his fingers in and out of Ari’s bottom. This act caused the groaning I heard, and I thought then that maybe Ari had a problem with his bowels which Griff was attending to.

About to leave them, I heard my name mentioned in the same breath as Griff announcing his intent to fuck Ari, and how they would do it to me, too! Now I had to watch. Was this what would happen on my wedding night?

The light was dim, just a single lamp on the bureau by the bed, and from where I stood I couldn’t see that well. Even so, Griff’s member looked swollen, deep red, and angry.

Ari made a terrible noise, a sort of low groan, as Griff pushed his thing into his bottom. The most awful thing was that a deep thickness grew in the area between my legs where Griff had slapped and stroked and brought me such extraordinary pleasure after my spanking. Why on earth did this depraved act going on before me cause such excitement?