Page 64 of More Than I Can Bear

My thumb moved experimentally, rubbing across the head of his cock and finding it slippery with pre-cum.

“Fuck, I’m gonna explode,” he groaned.

“Hold it together.” Kaine’s tone wasn’t demanding, more like a coach encouraging his star player, like his belief in River’s control would help him achieve it. “You can do it.”

“But she feels so fucking good.” River forced his head down, staring into my eyes, cupping my chin with his hand before rubbing his thumb on my jaw. “Your hands are so small and soft and… fuck!” I tightened my hold, feeling the rapid pulse of his heart through the thick vein that ran up his shaft. “Beautiful, you make me want to come apart.”

“So this would be a really bad thing to do.”

I’d touched precisely one dick before this moment, so I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing, but his hips followed the swivel of my hand, a low rumble in his chest indicating how pleased he was.

“Answer our mate, River,” Kaine said, right as his hands swept up my ribcage. I was beginning to see how River felt, because the tingle of sensation was oh so distracting.

“Bad…?” River sounded all choked up. He pawed at my hair, stroking me over and over. “No, so fucking good, but this is going to be over way too soon if you keep doing that.”

“You want to come?” I asked, having no idea where this boldness came from.

“So fucking much.” He darted in, kissing me lightly. “I fucking ache every time I’m around you and now that you’re touching me… No one’s ever… I need…”

“No one’s ever done this before?” I stopped then, needing a moment. The idea of virginity was a weird one, coded with a whole lot of other cultural stuff that had little to do with actual sex, but I felt like this required pausing.

“No one,” he said.

“No one but you.” Kaine confirmed what I had been suspecting, but had found difficult to accept. “There’s no point touching other women, because there’s only you.”

Then he found my nipples with unerring accuracy, rubbing them through my shirt until they were almost painfully sensitive, and a low, heavy throb starting up between my legs. Kaine shoved my shirt up and my bra cups down, seeking skin to skin contact. And then I knew exactly what River was going through, as every caress resulted in something so very sweet pulling between my legs, making me swell and slicken, grow ready. But for what?

I knew.

I’d felt it every night since Adam. And every day the ache he left inside me started up again. I’d bend over to wipe a table, or pick up a bin and feel it, the emptiness he’d left inside me. But River could fill it, or Kaine, o,r fuck, both of them. My thighs rubbed together furtively, resulting in Kaine pushing one of his hands down the front of my jeans, only to spear through my folds.

“Make River come,” he commanded, “and I’ll do the same for you. If you want more, he’ll rise again. Both of us will, for as long as you need us.”

But I couldn’t answer him, couldn’t think, not while that blunt finger slid through my too wet pussy, the friction as he stroked my clit too much and not enough, all at the same time. I had plenty of G-spot toys at home, so I knew how to stimulate it myself, but it’d never ached with this kind of ferocity during self play. I made a small sound of protest, one that had Kaine chuckling.

“Something you need, mate?”

How did I say it? That as I jacked River’s cock harder and faster, I could feel the hard line of something I craved. His baculum, that’s what I’d discovered. If I was just to lie back, let him drive himself inside me, I’d be full, so full. And then, he’d tug against that aching spot, turning pain into pleasure that would melt my bones and… I pulled away, leaving River wide eyed and Kaine watchful, right before I yanked my shirt up over my head.

Only for Kaine to stop me.

My hands were trapped by my shirt and he wrapped his own hands around my wrists, holding them above my head.

“No need to rush,” he said. Those blue eyes of his seemed to take me all in, roving, roving, as if snatching a glimpse of something about to be taken away. He moved closer, pulling my shirt free, tracing the line of my bra with his fingertips before asking the important question. “But we need to know how far you want to go.”

As far as I could, that beat hot in my blood. For the first time in my life I felt greedy for experiences, wanting everything. I said something to that effect, the look of pure satisfaction on both of their faces reaffirming that need.

“So I can touch your beautiful fucking tits?” Kaine asked, reaching behind to flick open my bra clasp. “I can flick your little clit and push my fingers inside you, rubbing against the spot that aches.”

“Yes, that! Kaine—”

“I know what you need.” He pulled away to stroke my face so gently, all the care in the world in that hard blue stare. “I’ll always know. You need pleasure, yours and his.”

“Yes,” I said, then tacked this on afterwards, “please, Kaine.”

“Well, because you ask so sweetly,” he said and then moved behind me. My top button was undone, my zip slid down and I moved with him to remove my jeans then my underwear and that’s when I experienced the singular pleasure of being naked between two still clothed men.

“Fuck, look at you,” River groaned, reaching out to touch me, his hands hanging worshipfully in the air before he tugged me closer, his mouth dropping to my nipple.

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