She moaned at how good it felt, then tensed. James was watching. It didn’t feel right to let go in front of him.
But Anso wasn’t the only one who disapproved of her holding back. “Don’t fight it,” James said hoarsely. “I want to see what he does to you.” Did he, though? Did he understand how intense this was, how ready her body was to acknowledge Anso’s claims? She groaned as James slid his hand under her robe too, where its gap gave access to her inner thighs. Okay, maybe James had a few claims too. His touch was gentler than Anso’s, perhaps because Anso was used to fondling men. Gentle or not, James knew exactly how to get to her. He found her pussy and massaged his fingers up and down her slippery folds, rubbing either side of her clitoris.
She squirmed, unable to stop herself, at the multi-layered jolts of sensation that shot through her. Her clit felt like it had doubled in size.
To her dismay, Anso wrenched his mouth from hers. “Help me,” he said to James. “I want her stretched across the mattress.” That was it for her. The idea that James was going to help Anso fuck her didn’t just slam down her buttons, it invented all new ones. She thrashed and made helpless sounds as they eased her together onto her back, each one taking charge of a different writhing limb. They made sure she wasn’t hurt, but they didn’t let her stop them from arranging her as they liked.
James freed her arms from the silky robe, leaving her naked and the men dressed. Her legs were sprawled, her sex exposed in glistening detail. The ache in her pussy was painful.
“I’ve got her wrists,” James said, holding them stretched securely above her head.
This wasn’t some endear-yourself-to-your-captor strategy. Olivia was pretty sure James got a vicarious charge from this. She saw Anso’s gaze go to him.
Whatever he found in her husband’s face seemed to make him recalculate his plans. Not in a bad way either. His tongue came out briefly to wet his lips.
“Okay,” he said, his hands going to the stretched laces at the front of his buckskin pants. “I don’t have the patience to undress. I’m just going to open these.”
Opening them turned out to be a production. His erection had swelled so big, the knots must have tightened. Olivia fought to keep her demand that he hurry unspoken. She couldn’t remember ever being this desperate to have sex. Her hips were arching off the mattress, her wrists tugging uncontrollably at James’s hands.
Not that he minded. He was panting like an old-style steam train.
“I know,” Anso said in response to her swallowed moan. He set his shoulders, dug his fingers under the ties, then took a deep breath and pulled.
The laces snapped liked they’d been thread instead of leather. He used the same determination to pop the buttons on his white flowing shirt.
“Wow,” James said, sparing Olivia the need to. “I guess you weres are stronger than normal folk.”
“Somewhat,” Anso said tightly, occupied in digging his swollen cock from the remains of its confinement. “Pound for pound ... seals are stronger than human beings.” He groaned as he won his erection free, and again when he stroked and squeezed it from base to crest with both hands. His eyes closed with pleasure, like he was so hard up he needed soothing right away.
“God,” Olivia said, because
she
wanted to do that.
“Sorry,” he said, as if he had something to be embarrassed for, as if her tone hadn’t been utterly envious. “I didn’t realize I’d like you both being here this much. I’m more excited than I was prepared for.” James made the same small sound he had for Ty earlier.
“You okay?” Anso asked him. “I promise I’ll ... do whatever I can to make this up to you.”
James swallowed noisily. “I’m okay. I, uh, I guess this is more exciting than I expected too. I’m afraid your fancy robe is gonna need some dry cleaning.” Anso gave James a look Olivia had only seen a man give a woman. It was cross between a smile and a warning. It dipped to James’s crotch, where he probably had a wet spot, then rose again to his face.
I’ll get to you later
, was what the expression said. It turned her on insanely, though it was gone in a heartbeat.
Anso dropped his eyes to hers then, their blue fire flaring for her alone.
That was a turn on she might never recover from.
He didn’t ask her if she was ready. The answer was all too obvious. He planted his elbows beside her, nudged her legs wider with his own, and pushed his tip straight between her folds like the thing had radar. The hot wet touch, so close to where she wanted it, drew a longing sound from her. Anso’s smile curved up.
“Now,” he said. “Why don’t we see if I can do this better when I’m not weightless.”
He’d done it fine when he was, but apparently practice was good for everyone. Her knees twitched up as he pushed the head past her entrance, triggering a reflex she simply couldn’t control. Her body wanted his, and it didn’t care who saw.
“Oh God,” she moaned. He was halfway in and still pushing. He was so long and thick, and she needed him exactly where he was. She crooked one leg around his hip, leaving her other foot on the bed so she could push up him.
Between the two of them, they made short work of getting him inside. Anso shuddered as he sank home, the tip of him nudging at her womb. Olivia undulated, wishing she had hands inside her pussy. She settled for tightening her sheath on him.
Anso must have liked that. He cursed and rubbed his face from side to side in her red wavy hair. James knees bracketed her head. Olivia suspected he enjoyed the motion too.
“Please,” Anso whispered, his hips writhing deeper into her. “Please let go of her wrists. When we’re in heat, we get touch-hunger.” James let go. Freed, Olivia laid both hands on Anso’s back, underneath the looseness of his open shirt. The tingle that ran from him into her palms was powerful, as if new floods of hormones were releasing from this contact. Anso made a crooning sound that seemed more seal than man. It had an innocence, a purity of pleasure most humans were too self-conscious for. Wanting to hear it again, she ran her hands along him.
He arched his spine like he couldn’t not, his hands feathering her shoulders.
His upper body had drawn back slightly, and his blue eyes glowed into hers.
“Your skin is velvet,” he said huskily. “It makes my bones hum when I touch you.”
She gasped, because he’d pulled his hot thick shaft back inside of her. She didn’t have the breath to tell him his skin was satin.
“My cock likes touching you too,” he said. He pushed it in, and Olivia went straight to heaven, a heaven she got to stay in when he started repeating the motion. Maybe he was taking a cue from James. His strokes were gentle but deep.
They felt like he was trying to learn her from the inside, pressing harder first one way and then another, searching out her shape and her responses. She longed for him to go faster, and probably he did too. The sheer deliciousness of what he was doing kept her from saying so.
“Mmm,” he moaned, his face sinking to her hair again. His right hand slid down her side to her left butt cheek, where her bent leg was pushing her up him.
His hand squeezed under her, his eyes drifting shut with pleasure as he stretched his fingers across her.
“Women are so
soft
,” he marveled. “I could spend all day just nuzzling your ass and breasts.”
She laughed, because she was proud of how firm she was in both those places.
Everything was relative, she guessed.
“Is that wrong to say?” he asked, half opening his bliss-glazed blue eyes.
“No.” She touched his flushed face shyly. “I like how hard you are compared to me.”
Her saying so sent a flicker of movement through his cock. “Maybe I could go a little faster?” he suggested, his eyes gone dark despite the banked glow in them.
“I wouldn’t mind.” She bit her lip, then decided
what the hell
. “If you could make me come soon and hard, I might be calm enough to let you play with James for a while.”
James sucked in a breath above her.
“You, then him,” Anso confirmed, his eyes firing brighter as they held hers.
“And then maybe me again? If that wouldn’t be too greedy?” Anso grinned. “That doesn’t sound greedy. Most were males have more than one go in them.”
“James does too,” Olivia confided. “Once you get his kinks wound up.” When Anso smiled at her, the fondness in his eyes reminded her of when she first woke to him carrying her on the beach: how he’d looked like he adored her.
This time she thought more than pheromones might be behind his expression.
Was she someone he could have liked if they’d met some other way? If she was, was it wrong of her to be pleased by that? Her heart didn’t think so. Her heart wanted to adore him back.
“I’ll do my best to keep winding them,” he said drolly.
She hoped he meant it. However this bizarre situation ended, she wanted tonight to be a good memory for all of them. Anso lifted his brows at her. She understood he was asking if he could start going faster now. She nodded. He inhaled, his big swimmer’s chest expanding, and then he went at her full out.
There was no warm up, just him plunging straight into the deep end. In and out he pumped, fast, hard, his rigid organ slicked by her wetness. He fucked her like she imagined men fucked men and - God - it felt wonderful.
With a groan of pleasure, Olivia gave up on hiding anything.
* * *
James suspected his size and length were what kept that from happening.
Anso’s cock was titanic, nor did it seem to have finished hardening. Each time he drew the shaft from Olivia, it curved upward more, until James thought the tip might be pointing up. James wanted to touch it all over, to see if Anso’s veins were as distended as they looked. Maybe the angle skewed his impressions, but his balls looked different from James’s. They were full but their pouch seemed snugger. Maybe James would like giving head to a man. He was sure the acts were different, but he’d always gotten off on going down on Olivia. Trading off power in bed was one of his favorite things.
Anso grunted, drawing James’s attention farther up his sweaty heaving body.
The king had shifted his left hand onto Olivia’s breast, his weight balanced on his elbow and his knees. That was always the dilemma for a man on top: how to touch everything you wanted and still get traction for your thrusts.
James braced Olivia’s shoulders to help prevent Anso’s vigor from shoving her away.
Both the pair made a swallowed sound at the sudden strengthening of impact.
“Yes,” Olivia gasped, then bit her lip and dug her fingertips into Anso’s bunching back muscles.
James recognized the signs of how close she was to coming. “Faster,” he said to Anso. “Rub your tip against her harder on the side where your cock curves up.” The king jerked in surprise, but he didn’t hesitate to follow the advice.
Evidently, he liked the new angle too.
“Oh God,” he said, his pelvis churning more forcefully.
James’s penis tightened, sympathizing with Anso’s responses. He could only imagine how it felt to have your first woman when you were old enough not to screw it up. Anso’s face looked like he hadn’t gotten over the miracle, like everything he felt was a couple times too intense.
“Fuck,” the king growled, yanking his hand from beneath Olivia’s bottom.
With more desperation than delicacy, he mashed his thumb across the base of her clit, where rubbing her wouldn’t interfere with his crazily pumping thrusts.
Luckily, Olivia didn’t need delicate. She cried out just as Anso’s upper body reared back and arched. She was coming, and he was slamming through her contractions with a series of guttural grunts. Olivia’s hands shifted to his hips, mutely urging him to join her in the climax. Anso gasped, his face twisting with ecstasy as his body succumbed.
Some instinct neither could control must have had them in its grip. They both held Anso as far into her as he could go, seemingly using all their strength. James couldn’t even want them to stop, despite Anso pouring so much seed into his wife as they strained together that it overflowed her pussy. The moment was too primal, and part of him wanted Olivia pregnant. Why shouldn’t she mother a king’s children? She was a queen to him.
Jeesh
, he thought, his body trembling with its own manic responses.
I really
have lost my mind
.
Anso and Olivia sighed in harmony as their mammoth orgasms eased.
Murmuring with pleasure, Anso bent to kiss Olivia’s neglected breast, which inspired her to rub her cheek in his gold-brown hair. Her tenderness forced James to acknowledge that his wife liked this man. Olivia wasn’t good at lying with her body. With her mouth sometimes, out of politeness, but physically she was a truth teller. It wasn’t hard to tell if she was angry or afraid or aroused. When she loved, that too was obvious.
James knew in his heart that she could come to love Anso.
He waited for this to decimate him, but all he experienced was a twinge - not much worse than when he’d observed the closeness between Ty and the king.
That was unnerving, but what could he do? Olivia and the king were blazing hot together - like the best cast, most authentic porno he’d never seen. A guy would have to be dead not to feel something watching them.
He hoped watching Anso and him together turned Olivia on half as much.
James shivered, because Anso chose then to lift his head and look at him.
James’s cock was pounding right in his field of vision, leaking precum and making confessions James didn’t have the option of concealing. Anso smiled slowly and heatedly.
This didn’t calm James’s the slightest bit.
CHAPTER NINE
NO
one saw Ty leave the royal apartments after Anso returned. Certainly, Ty didn’t announce his departure. Slipping out unnoticed might be his best chance to avoid being pimped out to James Forster.