Fantasy Lynxed [Teeth, Nails and Tails] - Brynn Paulin

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Chapter Two

 

Summer startled awake from the most sensual dream she’d ever experienced. Unlike the last time she’d roused, her body didn’t throb as if she might die. She still ached, but now, she felt as if she could move without crying from the pain. And that dream… Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she closed her eyes and again saw the two dark-haired men who’d filled her mind, their hands touching every part of her body before they brought her to climax over and over. Her eyes went wide. Wait a minute! Oh God… They’d been massaging her body when she’d fallen asleep, just like in her dream. Her brow furrowed as she did a mental check of her body. Achy, yes… But not in the places she’d feel sore if she’d had vigorous sex with two men. She frowned at her displeasure. What was wrong with her that the reality disappointed her? The dream had been so good; that was her problem. She certainly wanted to be awake and willing when she had sex with her two rescuers. Whoa! Back up that train, Summer! She didn’t even know them, and she was already planning to fuck them? She didn’t go around having sex with strange men, no matter how pretty they were. She didn’t go around having sex at all! Apparently, the crash had smacked the sense right out of her head. Rubbing her temple, she sat up. Perhaps, if she got moving, the illicit thoughts would be pushed from her mind. Not likely. As soon as she moved, the quilt slid down her body once more, the cotton catching on her aroused nipples. She caught her breath at the unintentional caress and lifted her hands to the taut peaks. She ran her fingers over the tips, rolling her hips as the motion amplified the heavy tension thrumming in her pelvis. Her palm skimmed over her belly to her pussy, and she slid her hand over it, finding her slippery folds. A soft groan slipped past her lips. Her teeth gritted. This was bad…so bad. Her body was strung out with the need to fuck. Almost of their own accord, her fingers circled her throbbing clit, and a low moan escaped her.

The sound startled her, and she jerked her hand away. She needed to fuck, but she couldn’t do this here! She didn’t know these people, and God forbid they heard her and thought she was in pain. She could just see it: her arched on the bed, her hand working between her thighs, as they stood in the doorway and watched her pleasure herself. But hey, maybe she’d get what she wanted… She rolled her eyes at the errant thought and reluctantly pulled her hand from her pussy. She swung her legs to the edge of the bed. Quickly, she scanned the room for her shirt and pants but didn’t see them. Well, crap. Naked and aroused with no clothes in sight. Peachy. Pulling the quilt from the bed, she wrapped it around herself. The room gave Spartan a run for its money. There wasn’t even a closet or wardrobe. The bed and a small rustic table that appeared to be made of sticks were the only furnishings. The window was covered by adjustable wood slats but had no curtains. The cold wood floor beneath her bare feet didn’t feature so much as a throw rug. Her stomach growled and pulled her from her perusal, reminding her she hadn’t eaten since last night. She hated having any food just before she flew, and judging from today’s events, that was a pretty good idea. The hollowness in the pit of her stomach had her wondering if the flight had really been today. How long had she been unconscious? That would be one of her first questions. She cracked open the door while holding the blanket tightly around her. Save for the loud tick of a clock, there wasn’t a sound coming from anywhere in the house. Where was she? As she strained to hear, she detected no traffic sounds outside and nothing concrete to tell her where she was. With some relief, she heard the yells of children playing somewhere in the distance, as well as a dog barking. Then out of nowhere, the drone of a plane overhead and getting closer. A corner of her mind recalled that plenty of small villages in Alaska were accessed only by air-taxi. In fact, the place she’d been headed was one of those. Could this be similar? The middle of nowhere? At least, she wasn’t wandering the Alaskan wilderness. Or dead. Opening the door farther, she stepped from the room into a large living area. It seemed to be a living room, dining room and kitchen wrapped into one big space. An enormous wood-burning stove stood in the center, and she saw from the glow through the grate that it was heating. Facing it, a couch and two oversized chairs formed a conversation area, but no one was seated there. As she glanced around and peeked into the three open doors off the communal space, she found two bedrooms and a generous bathroom/laundry combo, but no people. Just as she was processing that she was truly alone, the slider door to the living room opened and two naked men stepped inside the house. She blinked at that, and her body immediately went soft, returning to the state she’d been in when she’d woken. The two froze, staring at her. Finally, the slightly shorter of the men smiled. “We didn’t think you’d be awake,” he said. Mika. That one was Mika, and the other one was Bar. Silently, she congratulated herself for pulling their names from the mental fog that had accompanied her earlier waking. “How are you feeling?” Bar asked. “Better than before,” she replied. To her surprise, neither man rushed for his clothing. “Do you need more tea?” Bar offered. “It will ease any pain.” “No,” she said hastily. She needed to keep her senses around her. “It’s nothing major. I feel fine.” Except that her arousal grew with each second, they stood in the doorway naked. Dream or not, she remembered how it had felt in her head, how she’d fantasized what her body would feel when they both fucked her. She couldn’t stop her rapid breathing as her need took over. “Auraq, Summer…nuliaba abnaba, are you alright?” Mika asked, his brows drawn together. “Her body senses us,” Bar said. “It needs us.” Summer shook her head at his quiet words. They were intended for Mika only, but she heard them. Understanding his meaning was a whole other thing, even if it was true. Beneath the blanket, her body shook with the tension tightening in her belly. Flames of desire licked at her pussy, spreading into her abdomen and thighs. She wanted these two more than she’d ever wanted any man. And it didn’t make sense. “I do…” she whispered, meeting the two sets of lust-darkened eyes zeroing in on her. Nerveless fingers released the quilt, and she let it drop to pool around her feet. The chill of the room bit at her over-heated flesh, but she barely noticed it. Goose bumps unrelated to the temperature lifted on her skin as her awareness heightened and blood rushed through her. Mika and Bar came around the couch, their cocks filling as they stared at her naked body. And she stared at theirs, her eyes immediately drawn to twin six-packs, sculpted bellies and the jut of their hipbones that she and her friends affectionately called “the curve”—by God, the “curve” on these two caused a quiver in her clit as she visually traced the sharp lines to their groins. Their generous shafts sent a shiver of anticipation through her, as she eyed the engorged lengths with their faintly purpled glans. Momentarily, she considered dropping to her knees to take them into her mouth. A drop of pre-cum beaded at Mika’s tip, and she wanted to taste it. She took a step forward before she thought better of it.

Normally, she’d be self-conscious standing before two strangers this way, but it was as if she’d dropped into a naughty fairytale world. Anything could go here. And later, she’d hop onto the air-taxi back to reality and leave Neverland. She could do whatever she wanted with these men, and no one in the real world would know. They wouldn’t be hurting anyone. “Do you know what you’re asking?” Bar wondered as he drew his fingers down her arm. She nodded. “I want… I-I want you to fuck me. I’m not out of my mind, but I’m not usually like this either. And before you say it, I’m not just grateful that you saved me. I don’t know why, but…” She ran her eyes over their hard, muscled bodies. Wide shoulders, slim hips, powerful thighs…large cocks. They’d feel so good inside her pussy and her ass. “Well, I know why. I’ve just never wanted someone— two someones—so bad.” Mika took a deep breath. “Is that arousal for us, baby?” She blinked. “You can smell that?” “It’s the sweetest scent I’ve ever encountered. I want to taste it.” Summer gasped, her breath shuddering as her insides jerked at his words. She wanted to feel his tongue on her. “I…” She nodded. “Yes,” she managed. Immediately, he dropped to his knees before her. His parted lips pressed to her belly then made a trail from her navel to the edge of her curls, his tongue flicking out to taste her along the way. His hands smoothed along her thighs, his thumbs teasing the inner curves and making her shiver. Her fingers sank into his tousled dark hair, the strands like silk against her skin. Those strands brushed her legs as he moved. Bar stepped behind her as Mika eased her legs farther apart. He spread her pussy, exposing her inner labia, while Bar’s large, calloused hands splayed on her hips, steadying her. He pulled her to lean on his wide chest as Mika pressed his mouth to her slick folds. An immediate response exploded through her, and her knees buckled, but Bar held her up. Summer closed her eyes and moaned as Mika’s tongue dragged along her slit, flicking around her opening before dipping inside her. Arousal knotted in her belly, drawing tighter with each pass of Mika’s tongue and each graze of Bar’s hands. She shook as Mika found her clit and sucked the nub into his mouth. His fingers traced her seam. He explored without delving inside, which forced her need higher. She had to feel him inside her. Her hips rocked into him, needing to feel him fucking her, even if it was only with his fingers. She was so long past caring about the situation or propriety. She just wanted these two men fiercely. Her demand was sidetracked before she could verbalize it as Bar’s hand skimmed upward to her breast. He molded the mound, kneading it gently as he brought his lips to her ear. He pulled at the tip, twisting until she moaned. “You’re so beautiful, nuliaba abnaba.” She didn’t know the language he spoke, but the lilt of his words sent a delighted shiver through her. She could listen to him speak in that deep rolling voice all night long, whether he spoke English or whatever that other language was. His firm lips pressed to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, finding her pulse point and sucking at the spot.

She didn’t know what to do, whether to pull Mika to her or to reach around and wrap her arm behind Bar’s neck. In the end, she decided to do both. Bar balanced her so she was able to curl her fingers in Mika’s hair and pull him closer to her pussy without fear of falling. She anchored herself to Bar with an arm thrown up around him. It was so strange, touching two men while they both loved her, feeling surrounded by them. She’d never done anything like this. She’d been with other men, but never two men at once. These two seemed to touch her all over, to fill her vision and every breath she took. Their musky, manly scent permeated the air as they ran their splayed hands over her body and curled around her.

As Mika licked her steadily, she felt another wave of arousal seeping into her folds. Mika growled, sucking harder at her clit. He pushed a long finger deep inside her pussy, and Summer’s legs buckled. Bar held her steady when she would have fallen. His corded arm banded around her belly, further arousing her with the illusion of being their prisoner. His fingers kept up their play on her distended nipple, tugging and rolling in time with Mika’s strokes along her throbbing slit. If only they’d just fuck her. Suddenly, Bar pinched the peak he’d been tormenting and bit down on her shoulder. “Oh my God!” she cried as waves of lava eddied through her, reaction after reaction surging from her core to her extremities. She felt weak with it, yet energized for more. Bar pinched her nipple again, giving a small twist to stoke her mini-climax. She shook, her breasts heaving. She couldn’t take much more of the teasing. She could only imagine what would happen when they were inside her. “I think we should move to the bed,” Bar offered. Mika pulled his face from her pussy and looked up at them, his chin damp with her juices. “Definitely.” His blue eyes held her gaze as his tongue ran along his lower lip and he dragged the back of his hand over his mouth to wipe away her excess arousal. There was something so sensual about the look in his eyes as he gazed at her, something hypnotizing about the slow movement of his hand. She couldn’t say what—satisfaction, perhaps. His stare was almost feral, as if he were waiting to pounce on her if she tried to get away. She was tempted to run, just to see what he’d do. She caught her breath imagining it. Being pinned beneath them. Perhaps being tied. Before she could initiate her wild fantasy, Bar scooped her into his strong arms and cradled her against his hard, carved chest. As if she weighed nothing, he carried her into one of the empty rooms she’d spied earlier. Unlike where she’d woken, it wasn’t Spartan, and she could tell this space belong to one of the men. Books were piled on a heavy end table, and clothes were dbangd over an oversized chair in one corner. While the bed was made, it wasn’t particularly neat.

She had no chance to notice anything else as Bar placed her on the bed and leaned over her. Her lips parted immediately to give him entrance as Mika’s clever mouth returned to her pussy. The man was insidious in his need to devour her, but she had no complaints as his tongue flicked and his teeth scbangd at her sensitive labia and clit. “Have you ever had two men, nuliaba abnaba?” Bar asked as he claimed her lips. She shook her head. He grinned before he lowered his head again. Slowly, he nipped and licked her mouth, teasing her then momentarily deepening the kiss, but never letting her settle into it. Reaching up, she grabbed the back of his head and held him still as she pressed her lips to his and sucked his tongue into her mouth. She moaned into him as Mika sank two wide fingers into her and began to fuck her with them again. Restlessly, she pushed her thighs farther apart for him and shifted her hips, wanting more, wanting harder drives…even more, wanting his cock buried in her pussy, shafting to the hilt. She drew in a shocked breath at the thought and drew away from Bar’s mouth. Never missing a beat, he kissed his way down her neck to her breast. Those talented lips pulled an aroused nipple into his mouth. His tongue lashed around her crinkled areola. She bowed into him, deciding he was definitely a breast man. He couldn’t seem to get enough as he devoured one then the other. “Bar,” she cried, her arms wrapping around his head. Gently, he pulled them away and pressed her wrists to the pillows. With his body dominating her upper half and Mika taking over the lower, it seemed as if she were being touched everywhere. Controlled by them. Claimed. Bar’s teeth scbangd across her nipple, bringing her right to the edge of the mind-blowing release that had been simmering inside her since they’d rubbed her body with oil earlier. Her need had only grown while she’d slept, until she’d woken on the knife edge of control. Just a bit in either direction and she fall into oblivion. As if following unspoken commands, Bar sucked her nipple hard while he pinched the other peak. At exactly the same time, Mika grabbed her clit with his teeth and drove two fingers deep inside her. Summer screamed, arching beneath the heavy bodies holding her to the mattress. Colors spun before her eyes as the long-sought after orgasm exploded through her body. Afterward, she lay there panting as she became fully aware of her surroundings once more. When she opened her eyes, Bar and Mika were leaning over her, smiling. She reached up to touch their faces, almost bemused by what was happening but unwilling to over-think it. She was giving into the fantasy and indulging in something most women only secretly imagined. “Are you okay?” Mika asked. “None of your soreness has returned?” Bar clarified. “We can wait, if you are feeling unwell.” Wait? God, no! Mika groaned, and Bar gave him an admonishing look, with raised brow. “Yes, we can wait,” Mika said after a moment. “You’re lucky to be alive. If you ache at all, please let us give you medicine. Then you should rest.” “I’m fine,” she told them quickly. “Don’t stop,” she begged. She did ache some, but not enough to stop this encounter. She slipped her hand behind Mika’s head and pulled him down to her for a kiss. She moaned as her tangy flavor filled her senses. How could her own taste turn her on so much? Because it was on him. She was tasting it on him, and it made her pulse for more of him, more of them.

“Fuck me,” she murmured against his lips. She needed that more than any medicine. “I want you inside me.” Mika growled, and his grin was feral when he looked down at her. “Both of us? We do things together. We fuck together.” She glanced over at Bar, biting her lip. She nodded. She didn’t know exactly what “both” would entail, but saying no to either of them just seemed…wrong. She desired them both. Equally. Mika scooted to lie beside her then he pulled her atop him with Bar’s help. Obviously, they were both determined to be careful with her. She wanted hard and fast then the same thing again, but she understood the wisdom in their thinking. She’d survived a plane crash today. Logically, she should be resting, not fucking. But, hey! She was in a bed, right? “Stay still, and let us do the work,” Bar said as he moved behind her. His lips skated along her spine, and she shivered as he found the spot on her neck that sent goose bumps along her body again. And Mika felt so good pressed beneath her. His hard, warm physique stoked the need inside her. She smiled. Who was she kidding? Everything about both the men aroused her. Her legs curled around Mika’s hips, and she raised herself above his engorged cock. She needed him inside her. She knew he’d stretch her wide, testing her limits. She paused as Bar reached around her to the table then tossed a packet onto Mika’s chest. Oh, yeah, right. Condom. Behind her, she heard foil rip and knew Bar was girding himself. She sat back on Mika’s thighs and snatched the condom off his chest then, feeling momentarily puckish, she traced a swirl between his pecs with the corner. “Auraq,” he moaned in that foreign language she loved. “Pivsaamik! Please!”

“What’s that you want?” she teased as she continued her path to the fine trail of hair that ran from the shallow indent of his navel to his groin where his cock bobbed against her pussy. His fingers closed around her wrist in an iron-like grip, his silvery-blue eyes seeming to glow in the room’s subdued lighting. “Akkupak!” Bar moved closer behind her. His legs straddled hers on either side of Mika and his body was flush to her back. His cock pressed against her ass as he leaned to her ear. “Now, he says. Mika wants you now. No more teasing.” His large hands closed around hers, and he guided her in opening the package. Sliding his fingers to her wrists and covering Mika’s on one side, he brought her hands to Mika’s cock, and the three of them rolled the condom into place. Bar didn’t pause as his hands went to her waist. She let him move her, sinking into the erotic pleasure of these men taking control. As Mika’s tip pressed to her slick opening, she caught her breath. He was wide, but not so much so that she feared it. He’d feel so…big, fiery hot, steely…good. Bar held her there, hovering at the precipice of pleasure when she would have slammed forward to take Mika’s solid length inside her. She could barely breathe through the anticipation, her entire focus centered on the glans pushing between her labia. “Please,” she moaned when Mika didn’t move beyond that spot, even as her cream seeped around him. She tried to force her pussy down his shaft. Bar was having none of it. One arm slid beneath her belly, keeping her still while he reached the other toward Mika. Through a haze, she watched Mika grab a bottle from the table and squirt a bit of gel on Bar’s fingers. Immediately, Bar moved his hand to Summer’s ass. As his cool fingers circled her anus and slowly probed the small opening, she understood. They meant to take her at once. Together.

She shuddered as two thick fingers pushed inside her ass. Mika’s cock jerked at the same time, thudding against her clit. It bobbed as Bar pushed his digits in and out of her until she was a burning mass of need. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she rocked. The sensation of being between them was so good. With Bar’s drives behind her and Mika’s shaft sawing over the sensitive nub of her clit, a new orgasm twisted in her belly. Her breathing echoed in her ears, competing with the thundering rush of blood through her body. When Bar’s hands suddenly clamped onto her waist, she was so deep into the moment that she hardly noticed the change—and then she did. Summer’s eyes, which had fallen to half-mast, went wide as both cocks lined up at her openings. “Nuliaba abnaba,” the men murmured together as they pressed forward. They moved slowly. Mika somehow seemed to sense Bar’s pace as he made the more difficult entrance. Pain seared through her as Bar’s wide tip pierced her anus and breached her rectum. In her pussy, Mika aligned to him. She breathed heavily, tears in her eyes as her body adjusted. Both men waited, and she stared down at Mika, her gaze silently telling him this was what she wanted. Her hands clamped on his shoulders as she held herself over him. “More,” she pleaded as her body softened, opening to them. “Give me all of you. Please!” She tipped back her head, and her lids squeezed shut again as the men pushed farther inside her. “Please… Oh yes…” She was so full with the two cocks lodged deep within her passages. So full and it was so good. Every inch of their rigid shafts abraded her inner walls as the men claimed her, and it was every bit as perfect as she’d imagined in her darkest secret fantasies. “Nuliaba abnaba,” they both intoned again as they reached their hilts. “Yes,” she replied, not knowing what they said but guessing yes was the correct response. At her word, the men began an alternating pistoning, fucking her hard while the world seemed to shake around them.

She gripped Mika’s shoulders as her world shifted, everything before this moment fading as they drove into her. Mine! Mine! Ours! Finally! “Yes,” Summer groaned, so immersed, it seemed their words echoed in her head. She felt the men inside her, infiltrating her awareness. Their sensations, their joy at fucking her, their arousal…somehow, it all looped and twined with her consciousness. It was as if the three of them were joined energy, so united she experienced their feelings as they took her. The overwhelming emotions combined with her own pleasure, shoving her over the edge. Then, as if her release was the catalyst to an explosion, Mika erupted, followed a split-second later by Bar. Colors flew before her eyes as she soared into the abyss, her release, her ecstasy coalescing with the men’s, braiding together so tightly, she couldn’t tell where she ended and they began. The energy went on and on while she jerked and screamed, her voice a hoarse yowl of dark, unmitigated pleasure. Each time she thought the tail of her orgasm approached, one of the men would jolt and she’d ascend to another higher plane. Bar and Mika were with her the whole way, the extension of their climaxes unimaginable but so good as the three experienced it as one. When her world went black, her body unable to take more, she felt them there with her, too.