Page 37 of Between Two Barbarians

I thought I knew where this was going, and if it was true, I wanted it more than I wanted my next breath. Being shared between Torgrind and Brenek was already an amazing experience. Being taken at the same time might very well be my undoing. But goddess, I wanted it anyway.

TORGRIND

Simon, while something of a troublemaker from what I’d seen, had been thorough in his explanation on how to keep Jamal safe and happy during this process. Thus far, following his instruction, Jamal had not shown even an ounce of pain. He panted and groaned, and when he realized what we were doing, he began begging before I’d even done more than stretch him.

I thought it’d be awkward, knowing I was not only touching Jamal but my clan brother as well. We both agreed I was more patient and therefore would be the second to enter Jamal and the one to do the most of the movement. His job was to prevent Jamal from moving too much to prevent injury.

From the expression on his face, Brenek was not unaffected by my touches, though he did keep his focus on Jamal like we’d discussed. He cupped the smaller man’s head, whispering to him and rubbing a soothing hand up and down his back when Jamal got too riled and kept wiggling. His nostrils flared when I pushed another finger inside Jamal’s body, sliding them against his cock and when I pulled them free, feeling the ease of the glide that Simon said would ensure Jamal would feel no pain, he let out a breath of relief.

Slicking up my cock with extra oil, I gave Brenek a significant look. He nodded, leaning to whisper in Jamal’s ear to encourage him to stay relaxed. While he did so, I lined myself up at Jamal’s entrance, slowly pushing the head of my cock inside while watching his face for any signs of pain. There were none, and his moans ratcheted up quite a bit as I filled him a little more.

“Oh, fucking fuck! I’m gonna–”

I paused, not wanting to push him over the edge just yet. He wanted us both to take him. He felt pleasure now but I knew he would be disappointed later if he didn’t get to experience the full thing.

While I waited for him to relax again, I took a few deep breaths, relying heavily on my warrior training to settle myself. The tight squeeze of Jamal’s body was even more intense now, and I just barely resisted the urge to shove my whole length in and take him like my body demanded.

“Okay, varakai?” Brenek murmured after a few moments, running his fingers through Jamal’s hair.

Jamal nodded but didn’t speak, his face twisting with pleasure as I sank deeper inside him. When he’d taken my full length, I pressed a kiss against his shoulder, whispering in his ear, “Good job.”

“More… please…” he pleaded, the words slurred.

“Anything for you.”

Brenek’s groan tore my attention away from Jamal for a moment when I began rocking my hips. “Oh, fuck!”

I looked up to find his head thrown back, his mouth hanging open and his fingers digging into Jamal what looked like almost painfully. I nudged his hands away, urging him to grip the furs instead. He took the redirection without argument, almost as delirious with pleasure as Jamal was.

That should not have turned me on like it did.

I drew my hips back, thrusting a little harder, and watched both their expressions as Brenek shouted and Jamal let out a little mewling cry of pleasure. It was when Brenek began to rock his hips in counter to mine, sliding partially out while I pushed in, that I focused on the pleasure and not the two men moaning and writhing beneath me. The tight heat of Jamal’s body squeezing around us with each thrust, the glide of Brenek’s cock against mine, it was better than I’d expected. Perhaps it was for the best that we were all in agreement that Brenek and I would both claim Jamal. I didn’t think I’d be able to only enjoy this once without wanting more.

My hips bucked as I thought of doing this again, of the many positions Simon said three men could share. He’d suggested this to start because it was easiest, but there was much more than just this and the wicked grin on his face said they were all pleasurable.

A string of curses had me looking away from where I was sliding in and out of Jamal’s body. Brenek looked close to breaking, his face twisted and cheeks flushed as he fought his release. Was it wrong that the competitive part of me wanted to make him come first? It was never an area we’d competed together, but… it’d be kind of fun to point out I made him come first during this little experiment.

With that in mind, I picked up my pace, listening to both his grunts and Jamal’s keening moans as he took us both. The gorgeous man couldn’t participate, he could only lie there and take what we gave him, but he seemed more than happy to accept that.

It ended up being Jamal who came first. He clamped down on both our cocks, letting out a wail, and shoved Brenek over the edge right along with him. I was only a few thrusts behind them, and when the slickness of Brenek’s spend only slicked the glide more, I felt my eyes roll into my head from the pleasure.

Brenek let out a grunt when I collapsed on top of them both, and I was going to push myself off to lie beside them instead, but Jamal’s hand caught my arm to stop me before I could, his words muffled against Brenek’s chest.

“Not yet. This is perfect.”

Unwilling and possibly unable to tell him no, I eased off only enough that I wasn’t crushing either of them, pressing kisses along Jamal’s shoulder while Brenek buried his face against Jamal’s hair, breathing him in.

I shared a look with my clan brother when he lifted his gaze to look at me, nodding in agreement to the look I saw in his eyes. We might not be in love with each other the same way we were with the man in our arms, but we could both agree that this is where we belonged. This man needed more than just one man to make him happy. He needed us both.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

BRENEK

We were in no rush to leave the tent that morning, taking our time to give Jamal the attention he craved, but eventually our growling stomachs urged us to rejoin the clan. After such a powerful release, my body needed sustenance, and I could tell Torgrind felt the same way.

Jamal pouted about it, making noises about wanting another round first, but his stomach gave him away, growling loud enough that both Torgrind and I could hear it. I chuckled, scooping him out of bed and setting him on his feet so Torgrind and I could clean him up. He practically purred with each of us pampering him, and by the time we were all dressed, his smile had returned.

“Okay, let’s go. I want to thank Simon for his idea. Maybe he has more!”