Page 20 of Between Two Barbarians

“And heavy to ensure the job is done well,” Yngvar agreed, pulling out his own sword. He set aside the staff he used to find his way around, letting it rest against the tent nearest to the training area before heading for Dras with unerring accuracy. It still surprised me that he could not see. He moved as if he could and still trained like his disability meant very little to him.

The clash of weapons as Yngvar and Dras began to spar made Jamal jump and he twisted to face us both, his nose wrinkled in displeasure. “I’m not interested in carrying around a weapon like that.”

“No, tavi,” I agreed, bending to remove the blade I always carried on my ankle tucked into my boot and handing it to him. “You would start with this. After you are more comfortable with sparring hand to hand first.”

He hefted the dagger a few times, tipping his head, then shrugged and handed it back to me. “I’ve never needed a weapon before. I see no need to train with one now.” He changed topics before I could argue, waving his hand toward the encampment and beyond it. “If we aren’t leaving tonight, can you take me riding? I want to see how fast those stallions can go.”

Chuckling, Brenek nuzzled Jamal’s ear, nipping at the ring and making him shiver. “Is it the stallions you really wish to ride, little one, or can I convince you to take a rest? Since we aren’t moving tonight, the tent is still up.”

The promise of sex easily diverted Jamal from stealing the stallions for what I knew would be reckless riding. And his immediate reach for me to join eased any irritation I had toward my clan brother for asking without speaking with me first.

“Ungh, gods!” Jamal moaned, writhing as he rode my cock. He’d taken Brenek’s suggestion to heart, insisting on riding us both, and wasted no time climbing into my lap the moment I laid upon the bedrolls still out from the night prior. He’d been impatient through prep, batting my hands away just after I pushed in a third finger, and barely waited for himself to adjust before he began bouncing on my cock.

Gritting my teeth, I squeezed my eyes shut, desperate to think of anything but the tight squeeze of his body on my cock. His limited prep meant he was squeezing me like a vice, and I could barely think straight as he writhed on top of me.

“You look like you’re struggling, brother,” Brenek teased from where he was stretched out beside us, idly stroking his cock while watching Jamal’s every move. I’d nearly forgotten he was still there, too lost in Jamal’s demanding attention, and had to take a moment before I could respond to him.

“You’re just… jealous…” My growl tapered into a groan when Jamal planted his hands on my chest, grinding his hips instead of bouncing and making us both gasp.

Brenek hummed, unconcerned. “I’ll get my turn. And when I do, I’ll not make him work so hard to feel good.”

That made me scowl, my eyes flying open to glare at him. I’d tried to put Jamal beneath me, to give him the care and attention he deserved. He wouldn’t allow it, insisting on riding me instead. I would not ignore his wishes–

“Ngh, fuck!”

Jamal’s body squeezed hard, whipping my attention back to him with a sharp groan as he glared down at me, cheeks pink from exertion and his gorgeous body covered in a sheen of sweat. “You’re not paying attention,” he accused.

Running my hands up Jamal’s thighs, I sat up, tangling his tongue in a hot kiss as an apology for my blunder. “My focus is only on you, tavi,” I murmured against his lips, reaching between us to stroke his cock.

Jamal whined, thrusting into my hand, and shook his head slightly. “I want to ride you…”

I released him, helping him readjust to get his feet beneath him so he could return to his riding. He used my shoulders as leverage, moaning wildly as I gripped his ass to help him along.

“Yes, yes, like that!” he cried, his cock rubbing against my abs as he arched his back. I could feel him tighten around me, I knew he was close, and I used my grip on his hips to shift him, searching for that perfect angle that I knew would bring him over the edge. I knew I found it when he jolted and the first spurt of his release hit my skin, his gorgeous green eyes flying wide with surprise when I hit the key to pleasure directly.

“Gods!”

The tight grip of his body nearly ripped my release from me. I barely had time to twist and put him beneath me, pulling out and coming across his belly. When agreeing to share, Brenek and I agreed to avoid coming inside him. It was the only way to avoid the idea of sharing sex with each other. Something neither of us were interested in.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

JAMAL

Given their earlier disagreement, I should have expected Brenek to be demanding when it was his turn with me. He barely waited for Torgrind to wipe his release from my skin before dragging me into his lap and plundering my mouth in a fierce kiss.

I still intended to ride them both, wanting to show my skill in driving men wild in hopes of using it to my advantage later. But when I sank down onto Brenek’s cock and shifted to my knees, pushing him to lie back and enjoy himself, a determined look flashed across his face. I barely got a few rolls of my hips in before he planted his feet on the bed roll, thrusting his hips up with a grip on my ass to keep me where he wanted me.

Twisting under the onslaught of pleasure, I let myself fall forward, catching myself with my hands on either side of his head and moaning directly into his face as he fucked up into me.

“Brenek!”

He growled in approval, his voice rough and husky as he encouraged, “Yes, varakai, let me give you what you need.”

I just barely registered Torgrind’s disgruntled sound, my attention on the way Brenek pounded against my pleasure spot, the stimulation just edging on too much after coming so soon before. I was so focused on that, I didn’t see Torgrind coming until he reached between us, fisting my erection with an oil slick hand and stroking me with the same rhythm of Brenek’s thrusts.

“Ah! Ah! Yes! Please!”

My back arched as Torgrind pulled me upright to muffle my cries with a kiss, inadvertently changing the angle of Brenek’s thrusts. I clamped down on him, the combination of Torgrind’s hand and Brenek’s cock too much to bear. But oh, I wished I could. If taking them one after another was good, having them both touching me at the same time was so much better.