Ocean's Surrender (21 page)

After he crouched to clean River’s feet, he stood up, rubbing the soap vigorously between his hands till he’d worked up a thick lather. Then he reached between her legs.

His fingers were gentle but insistent as he cleaned her most intimate places, causing her to gasp. She also marveled at the turn of events that found her contemplating her love for one man, who sat downstairs, while another man she also cared for stroked her cunt upstairs.

When Fen was finished, he carefully washed the soap away, cleaning her thoroughly.

“Out, lass, time to dry off.”

River did as he said, standing like a child while he toweled off her hair, then her body. The selkie admired her while he dried himself off. Her skin was deliciously pink after her shower–her curly hair falling in slick waves down her shoulders.

When they were both dry, Fen reached for his surprise–her black silk scarf he’d brought with him and hung on the back of her door.

He held it up grinning wickedly. River’s eyes widened. Before he could speak, she knew what he was going to say.

“Do you trust me, lass?”

Chapter Twenty-One

The blindfold was cool against River’s eyelids, the silk a heavy weight reminding her of both her vulnerability and her trust in Fen, all at the same time.

It turned her on, and she marveled at how far she’d come, and how fast.

Fen kept his big body against hers, guiding her out of her bathroom in a way that made her feel completely secure. The shuffle forward was still awkward, although she couldn’t help but enjoy the press of him against her. Already hard, his cock rubbed deliciously against the small of her back.

“A little more.” Fen pushed her gently forward as he murmured in her ear, stealing a little suckle at the plump lobe dangling seductively in front of him. She gave a little whimper as his lips closed over her sensitive flesh, shimmying a little against him. He grunted into her ear.

“What’s going on?” River whispered, wondering why she was blindfolded, and what was waiting for her in her bedroom. She had some idea of course, but she didn’t understand why now; why like this.

“It’s your last lesson, sweet girl. You’ve done so well already, but there’s still one last thing I want to show you.”

“What?” River’s voice was tremulous still, but also throaty with lust.

“It’s a lesson about trust, and about vulnerability. And about how these things can be their own reward.”

River felt something soft but firm brush up against her knee—her mattress. They were at the side of her bed. Fen’s hands found the back of her knee, then, caressing her as he encouraged her upwards to kneel upon the bed. But the selkie stayed behind her, his hands moving up to rest on her elbows.

“You’ve done so good this week—taking risks, trusting me. And you’ve come so far. But I’m safe, aren’t I, River?”

River quivered, and Fen could smell her lust blooming in the small room. It was too much of a temptation. The fingers of his left hand reached up to caress her breast, pinching her nipple gently, as his right slipped between her legs. She was already soaked, and he dragged his index finger through her wetness, enjoying her sighs of pleasure. His lips found her neck, and then his teeth bit gently as his finger swirled over her clit. She shuddered, always so sensitive.

“You know that as much as I care for you, that this isn’t my home. So your putting faith in me is easier for you. I present no risk to the orderly world you’ve built around yourself. But I think that world is as much a cage as anything else.”

River’s emotions tumbled around Fen’s words, but not nearly as much as they might once have done. She knew he spoke the truth, even if she didn’t necessarily know what to do to fix the situation.

“So now you’ve got to take another risk, River. A bigger risk. A real risk.”

Fen’s finger left River’s clit; his other hand left her breast. They found her elbows again, running down her forearms to her wrists.

He moved her arms forward and suddenly she was touching warm skin, traced by crinkly hair. River took a sharp intake of breath, knowing that whoever that flesh belonged to, it was neither hers nor Fen’s. Meanwhile, the selkie guided her hands–drawing them gently down the long expanse of flesh to what had to be the top of a foot.

He then raised her hands again, leading her fingertips further out, to what must have been another leg. Again warm skin traced by hair greeted her fingers. But this time Fen dragged her hands upwards, over the hard expanse of a calf, over a knee, to what had to be a thigh.

River heard the owner of the thigh give a low, breathy moan.

Leo, River knew, although her imagination was still running rampant. Is he watching her? Why is he just lying there? Why the blindfold?

“Here you are, in my arms.”

Fen pushed gently on River’s hip, causing her to scoot over, higher up Leo’s body. The selkie led her hands to Leo’s closest arm, the right one, so that she could stroke down the muscular biceps, the strong forearms.

“But now you have to touch someone else. Let someone else in. Someone who isn’t as safe as I am.”

Fen drew her hands down another arm, and River’s imagination savored the touch as much as her fingers did. She could picture those perfect tattoos climbing around Leo’s strong arms, and she knew they were under her hands now, where she’d always wanted them.

“This is someone who can be with you, River. Who can share your life. But you have to be willing to share.”

Fen moved River’s hands together and forward, so she could brush down Leo’s muscular chest. Her fingers caressed the hard mounds of Leo’s pectorals, then down the six-pack of his abs. River tensed, unsure how far Fen would take her hands, but he stopped short of Leo’s groin. Instead Fen brought her hands back up Leo’s sides, and this time the paramedic’s low moan echoed in River’s ears as her fingertips traced ever so lightly down his ribs.

“So this is your final lesson, sweet girl.” Fen’s voice was lust-rough in her ear. “It builds on everything we’ve worked on–on trust, and vulnerability and on taking risks in order to reap rewards.”

Fen moved River’s hands back down Leo’s ribs, and then brought them together, over the crinkly hair at Leo’s belly.

“But your new lesson for today, your most important lesson, is about sharing. How do you feel about sharing, River?”

Fen guided River’s left hand back to his own aching cock, sighing as she wrapped her soft palm around him. Her right hand he guided to Leo, already erect and waiting for her. She touched Leo’s cock hesitantly, as if afraid he would protest.

Instead Leo’s hips bucked, pushing into her hand as he moaned.

“River?” Fen prompted, not letting her off the hook.

“I think I’m going to like sharing,” River said, her voice throaty. Her hand on Fen’s cock never ceased its sensual pumping.

“Good,” Fen said, loving the sight of River blindfolded, a hard cock in each hand, her lips parted with desire.

“But the sharing is two-fold. You’re sharing yourself, which is wonderful. But you’ve got to let other people share with you too. You can’t just give, River. Sometimes you’re allowed to take as well.”

And with that, Fen gently removed the silk scarf from over River’s eyes.

River blinked in the soft light cast by her small table lamp. It was the only light in the room, but it was enough to momentarily blind her. Quickly, however, her eyes adjusted, and she gasped at the sight in front of her.

It was, as she knew, Leo lying before her. But he too was blindfolded, with another of her scarves–this one gauzy and purple. But folded as it was, River had no doubt that Leo would be as blind as she had been.

That wasn’t the end of it however. Leo was also strapped to the brass columns of her headboard. She recognized his belt wrapped around one wrist, and the other was her own, discarded on her bedroom floor with her jeans when she’d gone to take a shower.

“Oh my goodness,” she whispered, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of Leo’s powerful body spread out before her, for her to enjoy as she would.

“What do you think, River?” Fen asked, running his hands down the girl’s back, and then up her front to cup her breasts. His fingers found her nipples and he pinched lightly, pushing his hips forward in a gentle reminder for her to keep stroking.

“He’s so beautiful,” River said, her hand moving on Fen’s cock again. But her hand on Leo’s erect flesh was still, as if she wasn’t sure whether she was allowed, now that her being able to see had changed the game.

“He is. And he wants you. Enough to let you see him like this; to take him like this. What do you feel towards him, right now?”

Fen felt River’s answer before she could articulate it–a rush of desire so heady it made the selkie almost lose control over his own passion. He had to stop her hand on his cock until he was able to wrestle his lust away from hers and regain possession of himself.

“I want him,” River said finding words for her deep-seated need.

“What do you want him for?” Fen asked.

“I want to touch him. To kiss him. I want to use my mouth on him. I want to make him come…”

“So you want to do what, River? What do you want to do to him exactly?”

“I want to love him,” she whispered. “I want to make him feel good.”

Fen smiled, leaning down to kiss River’s shoulder.

“Yes, sweet girl. That’s the reward we get when people make themselves vulnerable to us. We get to enjoy them; to love them. We would never want to hurt them, or abuse them or take from them.”

Fen paused. Unspoken, but there nonetheless, was the fact that what Trevor had done to her was abnormal. He’d wanted the opposite of everything she wanted right now, upon seeing Leo so vulnerable and willing to give of himself. Trevor was a pervert in the true sense of the word—not because he was kinky, but because he wanted to take the bonds we all needed to love and understand each other, and he wanted to twist them into something painful, something destructive. Trevor had wanted to use trust to turn it into deception; he’d wanted to use love to turn into pain and fear.

The problem wasn’t with ideals such as love, or trust or vulnerability, no matter how impossible they might seem in the real world. The problem had been Trevor himself.

He was sick
, River realized.
And I can’t let his view of the world win. I can’t let him take over my life.

Because she nearly had. She’d nearly let Trevor take all her natural instincts of distrust and insularity and morph them into something extreme, something that would have kept her from all other people except Jason, until she’d built a fort around her brother and herself that no one else could ever penetrate.

“I just want to love him,” River said, finishing Fen’s lecture for him. The selkie couldn’t have been happier.

“Exactly, lass. You just want to love him. To reward him for his trust.”

River’s hand gone still on Leo’s cock, started moving again. She explored his thick, hard length with gentle fingers. And still she couldn’t take her eyes off him, feasting on the sight of him.

Fen let go of River’s breasts and took a step back, so that her hand fell away from his own aching cock. Then the selkie swatted her very gently on her plump buttock.

“Well what are you waiting for, River?” Fen asked. “Leo deserves his reward.”

River finally did manage to look away from Leo, her eyes dark with lust. Fen cocked an eyebrow at her and she smiled.

Leo was being a very good boy, after all.

Chapter Twenty-Two

What River wasn’t sure about when it came to threesomes, was the logistics.

She’d fantasized about them before, and she’d seen enough porn to know how they could work. But the difference between watching people who were actually choreographed and reality were markedly different.

Especially since, while Fen’s body and his pleasures were completely known to her, Leo was a mystery.

But Fen made things easy by backing off. The selkie moved away from where River knelt beside Leo, towards the armchair that stood in the corner of her room, next to her nightstand.

Fen sat, watching with avid eyes. She knew he’d be there, seeing everything she did to Leo, imagining she were doing it with him, and enjoying every second.

The thought turned her on immensely.

So knowing she had an audience consisting of one man who could only feel her, and one man who could only see her, River acted accordingly.

Keeping her eyes locked on Fen’s, she moved so that she knelt between Leo’s knees. The paramedic moved his legs apart obligingly, but she still noticed how tense he was, either through nervousness, anticipation or both.

The first thing she did was lean forward slightly to run her nails all the way from his shoulders, down his chest and belly, then down his thighs, trailing her nails back over his calves. Leo’s cock throbbed incredibly hard as she did so, her eyes latched first on his sex, and then roving upwards towards his mouth.

A kiss
, she thought.
I want a kiss.

And so she leaned forward, planting small hands on either side of his muscular shoulders. Her full breasts crushed against his chest as she moved even closer, till her lips were mere centimeters from his own.