Page 24 of Honey, I'm Home

I get my tongue worked farther into Hawthorne, the excitement of everything lighting me up. He’s moaning and thrusting against me, Aster is beginning to moan increasingly louder, and I’m going a bit mad with need.

I pump my fingers faster, slip in another, but I can tell it’s not quite enough for her.

She peeks from around Hawthorne, lips all puffy and red, watching me. “Put it in me. The whole damn jar. Fuck me with that jar of honey, Arbor. Please, I want it dripping out of me for you guys to lick up.”

Hawthorne scrambles off the counter to watch, pulling her legs back while I press it gently against her skin. “You sure? It’s rounded, but it’s a bit wide…”

She nods. “I can take it. I’m going to take that honey jar up my cunt and you’re going to fuck the honey out of it and then Hawthorne is going to lick me clean and then I’m going to lickyouclean.”

Wellfuck.

“That might be the best plan that’s ever been created,” Hawthorne breathes as I start easing the narrow glass jar into her.

I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t think it was safe, but the glass is smooth and unblemished, and she’s so wet that the glass meets hardly any friction.

When I’m halfway in, I’m sweating, body straining. I’ve got my dick in the jar to stopper it so we don’t lose the honey too fast, and the feel of it on my most sensitive parts feels so fucking good, the scent of it wafting over us and making everything so much brighter. My only regret is that I don’t have external balls that I can shove inside, too.

When the jar is completely swallowed up by her, my hips give a good, solid twitch as my shoulders drop and my head falls back, groaning as I give an experimental thrust.

It’s slow moving because the honey’s so viscous, but it’s so fucking hot that it doesn’t matter.

The sight of my dick slipping inside a jar of honey that’s insidemyjar of honey is enough to set me over the edge, and I hold onto her shoulders so I can get a little more momentum going.

Hawthorne’s eyes are glued to where my body is connected with Aster’s, one of his hands glued to her breast as he pulls her bra under those perfect handfuls and rubs at her nipple, his other hand pulling her knee obscenely high so I can get a good angle.

I drop a hand to her clit, playing slow circles around it with my fingertips, and I work myself into her over and over again until I fill the jar of honey with cum, thrusting over and over until I’m too oversensitive to handle it anymore.

I fall to my hands and knees and gain my breath, but I can’t quit yet because our girl still needs to come.

“Now get up here,” she commands, making grabby hands at me.

“Love, you don’t have to do that. I’m a fucking mess right now.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “I said,get up here.”

“You better listen to the lady, my man,” Hawthorne says. “Now move over so I can take my turn.”

He pushes me out of the way with his shoulders, nearly sending me scrambling off the edge of the countertop. But I manage to regain my balance just in time, giving myself time to kiss Aster properly before I choke her with my dick. No excuse for not kissing her before that happens.

“Ugh, you're so sweet. You already taste like honey. You taste like ours. I’m not going to last much longer before I go stiff, I’m holding it off as long as possible. Let’s work fast.”

Hawthorne starts slurping away, making her scream out loud. She has some freakishly strong hands she yanks me off of her mouth and gets me to sit on her face. I worry about her head on this butcher block though, so I reach into the drawer for a couple of oven mitts to pad it with as my vision goes spotty. When I'm satisfied she's more comfortable, I sit back and carefully remove the jar from my cock. It's got milky white cum and honey mess all over it swirled together, but Aster is licking her lips as she stares at it, prompting me to pull it off.

She can't get at my honey stick fast enough. She moans around me, starts licking me clean, the honey dripping all over her chin. After edging her for a good run, Hawthorne has her coming on his tongue in no time, and it doesn’t matter that I’m pushing through the need to give in to paralysis and am somehow hard again because I don’t think anything will ever top this moment with her, but it's intriguing to think about all the fun things we could get up to together.

“Why aren’t we paralyzed yet? It shouldn’t be taking so long,” Hawthorne wonders out loud.

I look down at Aster. “Did Dev lock up after you two were together?”

She nods, concern marring her sticky face. “The paralysis last as long as he seemed to think it would, though.”

“I wonder…isn’t there something to be said about that not happening as much with actual,truefated mates? I know we suspected that we might be, but the fact that I’m able to sit here and hold a coherent conversation and am only feeling mildly stiff kind of supports that theory,” I direct to Hawthorne.

Aster looks back and forth between the two of us. “You think we’re actually fated? That’s like…do bees have fated mates?”

“Not typically…” Hawthorne thinks out loud. “But also, most bees abide by colony rules and die young. We’re breaking apart that system by existing outside of it. I’ve heard that things can be different for bees that successfully mate without any tie to a big colony. Something about being freer that gives their blood an advantage over those still living in oppression? I don’t know. It’s been a few years since I looked into it, but…it’s weird, right? Look, I can still mostly move my hands. My vision isn’t so great and my legs are stiff, but I can move them, too, if I try hard enough.”

I look up and down all of our bodies, thinking this through, finally deciding that it doesn’t matter why it’s happening, the fact that Hawthorne and I are still able to control ourselves to some extent is a fucking gift.