Oh, Lord, but he was a beautiful creature, and she wanted him, whatever that entailed. And what it entailed was a bit of caution, so as not to re-open his wound. Using his arms and his good leg, he positioned himself on the bed. Arabella and Davy followed, and she found herself between the two men as before. But this time, they were more insistent.
Malcolm reached between her legs and said, “Open up for us, lass.”
She began to spread her knees, but Davy said, “Wider.”
She opened them as wide as she could, until it ached. Arabella felt the rush of air upon her most private parts, and then the questing fingers of Malcolm, exploring her folds, and the little spot between them that made her yelp. She felt a rush of wetness between her legs, which prompted Davy to say, “That’s it, lass, we’re going to make you nice and slippery now. I want to kiss your pretty pink nether lips.”
Arabella shivered, beyond a place of coherent thought. She hadn’t known anyone would kiss a woman there. But Davy crawled down her body, raining a trail of kisses in his wake until his tongue darted out to touch the same spot Malcolm had found. “Oh!” Arabella cried, her back arching.
Malcolm plucked at her nipples, forcing her to moan into his mouth. Not knowing what else to do with her hands, she reached down for Malcolm’s shaft and stroked it, just as he’d shown her how to do before. She loved the feel of it. The weight of it in her hand. The uncompromising hardness of it. It was a part of him she wanted to satisfy. A part of him she wanted to please. He must have known it, because he pulled her into a kiss.
All the while, Davy gave her a different kind of kiss, between her legs, that nearly undid her. He kissed, and licked, and blew upon her downy fur until goosebumps raced up and down her skin. “Your pussy is so hot and tastes so good, Arabella. Sweet as honey.”
These words embarrassed her, but made her more excited too.
“I think you’re teasing me,” she accused him.
“I’m going to keep teasing until you can’t stand it,” Davy promised, hoisting her knees over his shoulders, and burying his face between her legs. He wriggled that tongue in a way that made her gasp. He pressed his hot tongue flat against her sex in a way that made everything tighten inside her like a rope about to snap. And he flicked his tongue back and forth until she began to undulate.
Trembling with an unfulfilled need that she couldn’t quite understand, she whispered, “Oh, I need…I need…I don’t know what I need but I need it.”
“We know what you need,” Malcolm promised, narrowing his eyes.
Davy lifted his head from between her legs, and grinned a gleaming, wicked grin. “But you canna have it yet.” He said this even as his fingers softly probed her opening, pushing into the channel only a little ways. “There it is…”
/> “What?” Arabella gasped, burying her face against Malcolm’s neck.
“Your maidenhead. I’ve never felt one before.”
“Because you’re a whoremonger,” Malcolm said, gruffly, then turned his attention back to Arabella, slowly thrusting his hips in time with the stroke of her hand on his shaft. “That feels very good, lass.”
“I want it to,” she said, a frantic hitch in her voice. “I want to please you so badly.”
“You are,” Malcolm told her. “You’re pleasing us both.”
Davy had her hips in his hands, her sex at his mercy, his tongue wriggling its way against her maidenhead, making her wet. So wet. So ready.
“Please,” Arabella, pleaded, though she wasn’t sure why.
At the sound of her begging, Davy sat up, and stripped off his clothes. Whereas Malcolm’s body was all lean sinew and iron, with scars in various places, Davy’s was fleshy and strong and relatively unmarked. A body that made her mouth water, as if she somehow wanted to devour him, freckles and all.
“Lass, would you consider using your mouth on me?” Davy asked, fisting his hard penis and rubbing it quite near to her face.
Arabella hesitated, only because she didn’t know what to do.
“Kneel up and suck his cock,” Malcolm instructed.
And that was enough of a command to make her do as he said. Though her body was near boneless with sexual need, she rolled over, onto her hands and knees while Davy stood at the edge of the bed. She trailed her fingertips down his flat, muscular belly in a motion that made him quiver.
In a moment, she pressed a kiss to the pulsing head of his shaft, and gloried in his answering moan. Then she sealed her mouth over the throbbing knob of Davy’s member, delighting in the salty taste of it. In the smooth skin that slipped between her lips. In the growl of appreciation Davy made as he pushed slowly all the way to the back of her throat.
Arabella looked up at Davy then, and he smiled down at her with a feral glint in his eye, as if the sight of her with her mouth full of him was enough to make him climax on the spot. His hand went to her hair, grasping a handful of it.
Meanwhile, from behind, she felt Malcolm’s finger slowly work its way into her channel. In and out, he pushed the wetness, and pulled the wetness, until he finally smeared it back between her cheeks to the puckered place she could not imagine any man would touch.
“I’m going to fuck you here,” Malcolm promised.
She could not argue. She was too busy sucking on Davy. And she wouldn’t have argued with anything Malcolm said he would do to her, truthfully. But she was glad that Davy explained, “After we take your maidenhead, I’m going to fill your cunny and he’s going to take your arse. Bury himself deep. Fill you up where there’ll be no risk of children. But you’ll need to be very wet for him, lass. Wet for us both. Slippery as oil.”