Ocean's Surrender (22 page)

“Can I kiss you, Leo?” she asked, because part of all of this was knowing that even if someone was vulnerable, they weren’t to be taken advantage of. She wanted to be sure Leo wanted her as much as she wanted him.

But his response was immediate and heartfelt.

“River,” was all he said, but with such a wealth of emotion riding that single word that the owner of that name nearly wept.

So much emotion, in fact, River’s eyes flicked to Fen’s. The selkie must have had something to do with the fact she could feel Leo’s emotions.

Which means he can feel mine, she realized, a second later. Before Fen, that thought might have scared River. To her affection was power, and she’d always been too scared to give any of her power away. But now after she got over that initial, reflexive reaction of fear, all River felt was anticipation.

At the same time Leo felt River’s mouth close on his so gently, he felt the tide of her emotions washing over him. He recognized fear, yes, and trepidation…the awareness that they were embarking upon something huge. But alongside those worries there lapped at him River’s love, her ferocity of devotion and her keen desire.

“River,” Leo repeated, moaning her name into her lips. Shivering at the yearning in his voice, River deepened her kiss, letting her tongue play against his. She also arched her back, so her soft belly made contact with his cock, her breasts crushed harder into his chest.

Her lust was a tight knot of agony in her belly, and further below, her cunt pulsed wetly, begging for attention. River’s eyes flicked over, to where Fen watched her kiss Leo, the selkie’s big hand fisting his cock.

She wondered when he’d join in.

But for now she had this body before her. And it was one that, if she were honest, she’d wanted for so very long. With a gentle nip she detached her lips from Leo’s, only to begin to kiss her way down his body.

She started with the area behind his ear, sucking on the soft lobe that dangled before her like a sweet. He bucked gently up at her at both actions, letting her know his enjoyment. But it was his neck he really enjoyed her kissing, and his hands fisted on their belt restraints told her that he liked her gentle bites even more.

“More,” Leo sighed, as she moved further down his neck, finding the tempting dip of his clavicles with first tongue, then teeth. Only then did she move lower, moving her knees carefully as she glided down his body, hyper-conscious of her own pleasure as her beaded nipples dragged over the crisp hairs of his belly.

And speaking of nipples, she thought, as she dragged her tongue over one of Leo’s.

“Yes,” was his response, coupled with soft groans as she swirled her tongue round his other nipple, then moved between the two. She loved how receptive he was, how open his enjoyment. For a second River was tempted to remove his blindfold so that she could see her lover’s eyes, but she decided against it.

She liked him like this, at her mercy.

Instead of reaching for the scarf covering his eyes, she moved lower on Leo’s body. Her breasts came into contact with the super-heated flesh of his engorged cock, and they both resonated with the contact. Teasingly, slowly, River made sure to fit his swollen dick between her plump flesh, stroking up and down, as she kissed first up his belly, then down, then up and down again.

“River, please,” Leo moaned, his knuckles white where they grasped the leather of his bindings.

“What, Leo?” River murmured, her eyes flitting between the sensual moue of her paramedic’s mouth and the sight of Fen, leaning forward in his chair so he didn’t miss a second, pumping his cock between his fingers.

“God, you’re killing me,” he groaned. “I’m going to come…”

“I want you to come,” was River’s response, as she moved a few inches lower on his body, just low enough that her tongue could lap at the salty drop of fluid at his tip.

His groan was harsher this time–a man obviously at the end of his rope.

“River…”

She smiled. He didn’t deserve such torture. So instead of continuing to tease him, River moved lower, her small hands pushing apart his thighs, as she lapped gently at Leo’s balls.

“Holy fuck,” was all he could say, unable to stop himself from pushing his hips up at her sweet little mouth. He’d wanted this woman for so ridiculously long–had loved her with an intensity that had been painful at times. To finally have her, devoting herself like this to him, was beyond his every fantasy.

Even more fantastical however, was the fact he could feel how much she not only wanted him, but loved him. Her desire to please him, to pleasure him, was rooted in the sort of affection and trust he thought she’d never feel for him.

Leo also realized he felt River’s emotions because of Fen, and he knew the selkie was still in the room with them. But that fact didn’t bother Leo. In fact, the thought of sharing River with Fen only turned him on, not least because Leo recognized the gifts the selkie had given the couple.

First the selkie had helped River open her heart to Leo, then Fen had saved both River and her brother from Rick.

All thoughts but River suddenly melted as her mouth moved from his balls, her tongue lapping in long strokes up the underside of his shaft, and then her hot mouth closed on his head.

“Oh, God, yes,” Leo groaned. River took him as deeply as she could, then pulled back, dragging her lips along his flesh, only to bob again, and again, until Leo begged her for release.

That’s when Fen couldn’t take anymore.

The selkie made a noise, causing River to meet his gaze. His black eyes–for he’d dropped his glamour, coming to his humans in his own skin–were pleading, and River responded by letting up on her human lover’s cock just long enough to give her supernatural lover a sexy, come-hither smile.

“Fen’s going to join us now, Leo,” she told him, wondering what he was seeing in his mind’s eye, behind his blindfold.

“He’s walking behind the bed. He’s running his hand over my back, over my hips, over my ass…”

A soft gasp told Leo that Fen was touching River intimately now. The paramedic’s own fingers itched to touch the woman, knowing she’d be so wet, so ready.

Her tongue lapping at him again only partially distracted him, and then her words brought him right back where he’d been.

“He’s fingering me now. Fuck, I’m so wet….” another throaty moan, then River was able to start talking again.

“His fingers are inside of me, pumping…his thumb’s on my clit…but I want him to fuck me…”

River took Leo back in her mouth, sucking him hard and fast, stroking up and down with tongue and lips and teeth. He knew she was trying to keep a rein on her own pleasure, till he was ready.

“Oh god, Fen,” River moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me and make me come…”

Her mouth was again full, and it was Leo’s turn to moan, nearly orgasming at the fantasies of what he couldn’t see happening in that room raging through his mind. He could “see” River on her knees between his thighs, sucking him so ardently as the selkie worked her with his fingers.

They both groaned in anticipation when the bed dipped as Fen joined them, kneeling behind River.

“Is this what you want, lass?” Leo heard Fen ask. The girl moaned an affirmation around his cock, sending a humming sensation straight up Leo’s spine.

Suddenly River was moaning even louder, the humming increasing. Her mouth watered along his cock, and Leo knew that Fen must have pushed his cock inside of her.

The selkie, meanwhile, loved his own view. River’s dark, curly hair spread out over Leo’s strong brown thighs, the sounds of her moans as wet and full as those emitting from her cunt, stuffed with his cock.

Leo’s jaw was slack as he moaned his own pleasure. He was so close, sending waves of lust crashing through both of his lovers.

“I can’t,” the paramedic moaned. “I can’t hold back.”

River only sucked him harder, and Fen let his hand fall down between the girl’s legs. He found the ripe, wet clit that was the center of her pleasure, and he began rubbing her in the quick, rough strokes he knew would bring her as quickly as possible.

Fen also fucked her harder, not wanting to come in her yet, but wanting her to know she was theirs–her man’s and her selkie’s–as much as they were hers.

Suddenly the belt holding Leo’s left hand came free, and his hand immediately found River’s hair. She sighed as his fingers tangled in her long curls, and then he helped her find his rhythm, fucking up into her throat, even as she moved her mouth on him.

“Make him come, lass,” Fen admonished her, rubbing her all the while. He also upped the stakes by wetting the thumb of his other hand in his mouth, and bringing it to the rosebud of her anus.

His finger swirled, and she bucked against him, her pussy squeezing him tightly even as she nearly came.

She was lost when she felt that thick thumb push in, past the tight ring of her ass, penetrating her as slowly and inexorably as she knew Fen would, or Leo would, or both men would, later in the night.

That thought was the last straw. Fen felt River shatter a second before Leo knew she was coming by her strangled cries.

Her pussy convulsed around Fen, milking him with an aggressive suckling that nearly made him lose control. The wash of her emotions was even stronger, as was Leo’s as he neared his own climax.

“I said make him come,” Fen commanded, giving River a sharp slap on her ass. To his surprise, that only set her off again, her pussy quivering in renewed pleasure around him.

A second later, River succeeded. Her hot mouth, the wet suckling and soft mewls of pleasure, brought Leo’s own orgasm crashing up through his balls. He steadied River’s head as he shot jet after jet of his semen down her throat. But despite his obvious enjoyment, the blindfold Leo wore was wet with his tears.

He was still crying when River removed his blindfold, kissing the tears away with such gentleness and love he almost believed he’d give up the pleasure of her mouth on him for this moment of closeness.

Almost.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“You didn’t come,” River said to Fen, when she eventually extricated herself from Fen’s arms to sit up. She undid the belts binding Leo’s wrists to her bed, running her hand provocatively down the paramedic’s chest as she turned back to her selkie.

“No,” was all he said.

Leo sat up in bed, scooting back as he did so. His moving gave River room to turn her body to Fen. But she made sure to bend over slowly, getting on her hands and knees slowly, sensually, looking back at Leo the whole time.

He licked his lips, watching every movement she made with ardent eyes. The only other time he’d seen her naked body she’d been ravaged by Trevor, after all.

Now his eyes took in every curve, every flare, every soft pad of flesh. That she was so scarred didn’t bother him. He saw the marks on her body as evidence of her courage, her resilience, as well as what they’d gone through afterward together.

Once on her hands and knees, River made sure she parted her thighs, giving Leo a good view of her slick sex. But her own eyes had moved to Fen’s dark, selkie gaze. He was enjoying not only the display she presented to both he and Leo, but also the waves of emotion rolling off of her.

He could feel River’s pleasure, her affection for both her partners, her burgeoning love for Leo and her own amazement at her actions and the situation.

Fen couldn’t wait to amaze her even more, although she was doing quite well on her own.

River, meanwhile, had finally positioned herself where she wanted to be—body open and inviting for Leo, while facing Fen and that hard cock that had given her such pleasure and not yet taken any for himself.

Just not fair
, she thought, as she reached out a small hand to stroke, oh so gently, down Fen’s hot length. He grunted in approval, moving forward.

“Let me taste you,” she said, looking up at him with that chocolate gaze. How could he resist?

Fen moved forward a bit more, and River took a firmer grasp on the base of his cock. But before she tasted him, she looked back at Leo.

“Touch me,” was all she said, and then she faced front, until her breath was kissing the tip of Fen’s cock a second before her tongue lapped out.

She could taste not only the salty precome beading his tip, but her own juices coating his hard shaft. The thought that she tasted them together, mingled, actually turned her on even more, although even that excitement was eclipsed when she felt Leo’s first, tentative touch on the back of her thigh.

Moving her soft mouth down the length of Fen’s cock, River closed her eyes with a sigh as Leo’s hands grew bolder. She felt the bed dip as he moved–probably to his knees–so he had better access to all that warm skin.

Fen watched inch after inch of his cock disappear into River’s mouth, felt her tongue moving on the underside of him in delightful circles, as Leo’s dark hands roved over River’s pale flesh. The paramedic began at the woman’s shoulders–touching her almost reverently, running his palms down the length of her back. He did this again and again, as if memorizing her, sometimes running his hands down over her spine, sometimes over the outside of her ribs. Leo’s hands would always stop just short over her backside, until one time they didn’t. Instead he let his hands continue on their path, down over the soft globes of her ass, down her plump thighs and then back up.