Chapter 3 - Three - Under The Trees

Chapter Three – Under the Trees

 
“Are you serious, Ben?” He asked. He was staring at me, but I wasn’t meeting his gaze. My eyes were on his chest, watching the quick rise and fall of his muscles as he tried to control his breathing.
 
“You’ve tumbled with men before?” I asked, although I knew the answer.

“No,” he said. He lifted the hand that’d been on my hip to my face and jerked my chin towards him so that I didn’t have a choice but to meet his eyes. “But you have.”

“Not like this,” I said, heart hammering. “I’ve never been penetrated and I…” I stepped closer to him, so close that our chests touched. So close that I reached down and rubbed his hard cock against my dripping pussy. It sent shivers through both our bodies, and his breath hitched. “I need it. I need you inside me.”

Iven and I stared at each other for a few long seconds. I could fee his cock twitch against me. I tried not to, but couldn’t resist grinding slightly against his hard length. 

“Fuck it,” he finally growled. “But we’re not doing it in the water, not where Orekk can roll over and watch us. We’re doing it where I can watch your face as I—” he turned red but took a steadying breath. “Watch how you fucking like it.”

“Oh, I’ll like it,” I promised, closing my legs against his cock and rubbing it teasingly between my thighs once before letting go. I’d never known him to spew many profanities, and found it endearing that horniness brought them out of him. The things I learned, having a vagina.

We sloshed out of the lake, away from our camp.

Orekk was still lying on the slab of rock, oblivious to Iven’s raging erection and my wet pussy, oblivious to what the two of us were about to do. Knowing him, he’d just want to join in, but I wasn’t ready for that.

First things first.

We found a suitable place on the moss away from the lake with its echoing water, and stood in front of each other, awkward again.

I took a deep breath. Iven was still hard. He still wanted this, with me. I most certainly still wanted it with him.

I knew he liked women, knew he was telling the truth when he said he’d never been with a man. I also knew we were best friends and trusted each other. 

I was going to have to trust him not to freak out.

I stepped closer and took his face between my hands. “You promised,” I reminded him, brushing my lips against the side of his jaw. “Promised you’d take my virginity.”

“How can someone who’s slept with half of Enten be a virgin?” He muttered, shivering under my light kiss. His hands were on my chest, rubbing against my hard abs, fingering my nipples. “They seem bigger,” he said, rubbing his thumb over a nipple. With a nervous laugh he added, “not like I’ve ever touched them, but they’re not flat like mine.”

“They’re sensitive now too,” I said, moaning when he twisted one between his thumb and forefinger. It felt good when he touched them—so good that I wanted more. I pushed against him, moving my hands from his face to his back, lower and lower until I reached his butt. I massaged the cheeks gently. 
His erection pressed against me, hot between our bodies.

His hands moved lower too, down to tease my clit. 

“Get in me,” I whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe teasingly. “Cum in me and let’s see if I can get pregnant after all.”

I’d meant it jokingly, but Iven’s pupils grew, and he turned his head quickly so that his lips caught mine. “Why not,” he growled into my mouth. We kissed, tongues twisting against each other, sliding between teeth, each provoked by the other’s arousal. I moaned into his mouth, begging him without words to take me. 

He pushed me down onto the ground and I reclined on my elbows, spreading my legs wantonly. Let him get a good look.

I’d expected him to get right to it, but instead he knelt down between my legs and spread them wider, grinning a little foolishly. To my surprise he lifted my legs and bent his head. Was he—

--he was.

His mouth on me was just as good as a woman’s mouth had always felt over my cock. 

His tongue was wide and strong and I groaned as he licked my opening.

Then he flicked my clitoris and I shouted, gripping him between my knees before I realized what I was doing. I could feel his chuckle against my hot entrance, and he dipped his tongue into me, nuzzling his face between my legs.

“You taste good,” he said, his words muffled by my pussy. “Better than most of the women I’ve been with.”

“Shut up,” I groaned.

He obliged, licking again, flicking his tongue, lifting his face only to suck on my clit, encouraging another sharp inhale from me. As he continued to pleasure me with his mouth, I could feel something rising inside me, a gathering of focus, a sharpening of my pleasure, building in intense, rolling increments until he nipped my clit and I shouted, body clenching, walls of my pussy moving, juices surging out.

I gasped for breath as he continued to suck me, licking up my juice and as my body continued to shake, continued to spasm in waves.
Before this moment as I ground against his mouth, my best orgasm had been when I’d gone without for two weeks during preparation for my Healers’ exams, too busy studying to even pleasure myself. When I’d finally passed, I’d tumbled with Elenna Allaris and when I’d finally spent myself inside her, it had felt better than anything I had ever felt before.

This felt like riding the stars.

And it still wasn’t over.

Iven lifted his face and licked his lips, giving me a lascivious look. “Enjoyed that, I take it?”

I groaned in response, my orgasmic shudders finally ending. More. I needed more. My fingers were clenching against the grass, and my hips were lifted, silently begging Iven for me.

Iven did say anything else as he positioned himself over me.

He touched the hot tip of his penis against my opening as he bent down and captured my mouth in his, the taste of my juices heavy on his lips. I did taste good, better than any of the women I’d ever tasted. Slightly sweet, slightly masculine, not like any of the women I’d tasted. I’d never tasted semen… although as he kissed me deeper, I knew I’d like to taste his.

But that would have to wait for later.

I licked his tongue with mine. “Get on with it,” I said into his mouth.

He pulled away from our kiss, apparently meaning it when he said he’d wanted to watch my face as he fucked me.

We met each other’s eyes and he pushed his hips forward, his hard erection sliding into me. There was a moment of resistance and then a sharp pain as he thrust harder, breaking my hymen. I grunted, but he pushed through.

The pain was forgotten when he paused and stared down at me. “Still good?”

“Fuck me,” I replied, eloquent as ever.

And he did.

He pulled out only to thrust back in, and my hips rose with each thrust, riding against him, shivering at the feeling of his heat, at the incredible hardness, the fullness him being inside me gave me. It was even better than I’d been imagining last night, because I hadn’t imagined the way he’d grunt with each thrust, the way he was obviously enjoying the sensation of him sliding inside me as much as I was, the way he kissed me, our tongues fighting between our lips.

“Hnn you’re tight,” he muttered, lifting his head only to rest it against my shoulder as he continued to pound me. His teeth brushed my skin and he increased his pace, making me groan and roll my hips against his.

I could feel him push against me with each thrust, rubbing over my insides, hot and so very, very hard. I wanted more. I wanted him deeper.

He grunted and abruptly pulled out of me. “Roll over,” he ordered, his face flushed and his breath coming fast. “On your knees.”

“Like a dog,” I sighed, but grinned as I obliged him. My palms and knees dug into the grass, and I lifted my butt, smirking as he took my hips in his hands and slammed himself into me, rutting me from behind.

It was not the way civilized people mated, and as I went from my palms to my elbows, I groaned as he increased his pace and the power of his thrusts. I clutched harder at the ground, trying not to moan at the way he filled me and rubbed against me, but when he slid one hand from my hip to twist one of my sensitive nipples, I lost it.

I screamed and my body shuddered into orgasm, and I could feel the walls of my pussy clench down around him, holding him inside me.

He swore and came in me, still bucking his hips against my backside.

We didn’t speak for a few seconds, his softening member still inside me, his hips still pressing me into the dirt.

I don’t think either of us knew what to say.

Grass crunched and leaves rustled, announcing someone’s approach. Before Iven could slide out of me, Orekk was standing over us.

“Ah,” he said, a particularly lecherous smile on his face, “that’s what the two of you have been up to.”


