Page 59 of Sherwood
I cursed, unable to hold back, and banded my arms around her back as I jackknifed up with my hips, driving into her over and over again until my balls pulled tight to my groin and then began pumping her full. Again.
Next to us, Lox came too, back arching off the headboard as her body bent over with the force of her orgasm, and somehow it still wasn’t enough, not enough to sate the raw hunger inside. I flipped Marian onto her back, her bound arms coming to rest behind her head, and then I dove between her legs, needing to lick her clean, needing to feel her come on my tongue.
“Ah, there’s the reward he promised,” Lox said huskily. “You were such a good girl, weren’t you? You’ve earned this.”
“Yes,” Marian said, sounding dizzy. “Oh God, it feels so good, Lox. Oh—oh—”
Lox kissed her while I ate her out, and there was something so perfect about it, being wet and tangled together, messy kisses above and below, and when Marian came against my mouth, I was already getting hard again, ready for more, even though I knew it would ache later.
Lox laughed as I emerged from Marian’s legs with a renewed erection. “Oh Marian, you’ve created a monster. You better return the favor.”
Marian was utterly spent, her arms still above her head, her breasts and soft stomach moving as she panted. “Why can’t you?” she asked Lox, and I snorted as Lox gave a sharp smile and then clicked her teeth.
“I bite,” she said simply.
It was true.
“You don’t need to move, darling,” I told Marian, approaching her on my knees and then taking my arousal in hand and pressing the head to her mouth. “Just let me use you for a minute.”
And it was really only a minute. With her plush, full lips, her curious tongue, her hot mouth—not to mention the extremely pleasant sight of both her and Lox utterly naked and utterly wrecked, I was coming nearly immediately, shoving all the way in and pouring down her throat.
When at last I’d had my fill of her and the scene, I pulled free and kissed her on the mouth. She tasted like all of us now, and I wanted to keep it that way forever.
“Hold still,” I ordered and moved off the bed to get the knife again. I cut the cable tie binding her wrists, put the knife away, and then began rubbing the irritated marks from where the plastic had dug into her skin.
Lox got off the bed and went to the en-suite, returning with a cool, damp washcloth. Together we rolled Marian onto her stomach, and I continued to massage her wrists while Lox gently soothed Marian’s reddened backside with the cloth.
“How are you doing, little fox?” Lox asked her.
“Perfect,” Marian said dreamily. “Completely perfect.”
Lox stroked her back. “You deserve to feel perfect, because you are.” She looked at me. “Shower time?”
“I should think so.”
* * *
It wasstrange having another dominant giving aftercare alongside me, but it was the kind of strange that felt like an answer to a question I’d long ago forgotten how to ask. It felt like an answer to the last year, to my entire life, to the rest of my life. Lox and I helping wash Marian, wrapping her in blankets, pulling her into our arms as we arranged ourselves in bed with her between us. I was stroking her damp hair, and she was holding Lox’s hand, when I finally found the courage to ask.
“Do you want to do this?” I asked Marian in a low voice. “I know that between us—well, it’s been fast,” I continued. “Right…but fast.”
But Marian didn’t hesitate. “Yes, I want to do this, Rafe. Do you?”
“It’s the only thing I want to do.”
Lox exhaled slowly with relief. Maybe she’d been worried about this, deep down. That while the bonds between her and me, and her and Marian, were forged in something unbreakable and everlasting, that the thing between Marian and me was still too tender and new to build a future on.
“I love you,” I went on. “And the reason I know this can last is because this is how I fell in love with Lox. Right away and completely.”
Marian looked up at me and then pressed her lips to my throat. “I love you too, sir.”
“Lox and I both loving you will be a lot.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she said, and Lox laughed.
“Good.”
After some making out, and after Lox gave Marian one final orgasm, we were all tucked in for the evening, Marian draped across my chest asleep, and Lox’s eyes glittering in the Alaskan summer midnight.
