Falcorans' Faith (35 page)

“Really?” she asked, surprised.

“Yes, really,” Tristan replied.  Gray and Jon both smiled and nodded their agreement. 

“I think you three are sort of beautiful too.”  Her face heated and she dropped her eyes to the table again.  “Now what?”

“We would like very much to kiss you,” Tristan said.  “If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” Faith said, her pulse speeding up.  “I don’t mind at all.”

Tristan stood up, then walked around the table to where she sat.  She looked up at him, his bright emerald eyes locked with hers.  He held one hand out to her and she took it, letting him help her to her feet, her head tilted back as she continued looking into his eyes.  When he reached up with one finger and traced her lips, her entire body shivered, her skin pebbling.  She wondered, in a small corner of her mind, how his fingertip on her lips could cause such intense feelings to arc through her body. Then his mouth came down on hers and all rational thought was swept away by the tidal wave of sensation that burst through her.

She’d been kissed before, when she was a teenager.  She’d even had a few short term steady boyfriends.  Of the handful of young men who’d kissed her, one had been downright gross, and two had lit a faint spark within her.  Of those, neither had any real interest in her, and both had gotten angry when she refused to go further than the kiss.  That had taught her not to kiss anyone again.

What she felt when Tristan kissed her was like nothing she’d ever experienced.  It was shockingly intimate.  His lips, his tongue, his taste and scent, his hands on her shoulders, his breath on her cheek, all of it combined to set her blood on fire as it raced through her veins.  By the time he ended the kiss she was dizzy and panting, her knees were weak and her entire body was trembling.

She felt Gray and Jon on either side of her, so close that she could feel the heat from their bodies envelop her.  She turned her head and looked up into Gray’s brilliant green eyes, a hot shiver racing through her at the expression of unbridled passion on his face.  Tristan’s hands on her shoulders urged her slightly toward Gray.  A moment later her arms were around Gray’s neck, his mouth on hers, his arms pulling her body close against his.  When she felt Jon’s body press against her from behind she moaned softly, unable to contain the intensity of her arousal.  His hands slid slowly along the silky fabric at her hips while Gray’s tongue plunged in and out of her mouth in a rhythm as old as time.  By the time he lifted his mouth from hers she was panting, whether it was for air, or in need, she wasn’t sure. 

“Jon’s turn,” Gray said in a low whisper that vibrated with desire, sending a rush of liquid heat through her core.  She turned around in the tight space between Gray and Jon, her body rubbing against theirs, their soft growls of pleasure spiking her self-confidence.  She was sandwiched between them, the hard bulge of Gray’s cock pressed into the small of her back, Jon’s equally hard bulge against her stomach as his mouth claimed hers.  She shifted back and forth slowly, deliberately caressing them with her body.  Their responsive groans gave her a sense of erotic power that heightened her own arousal. 

Jon and Gray stepped away from her just enough for Tristan to turn her toward him.  Then the three of them held her between them, caressing her gently until she calmed and caught her breath.  She looked up into Tristan’s eyes, uncertainty returning in a rush.

“We want you, Faith,” Tristan said, his voice hoarse.  “We want you so much we can barely think.  But it has to be your choice.”

“Yes,” Faith said at once.  “Absolutely.  Now.”

She felt all three of them relax against her.  “We should take this into your room,” Tristan said.  “It would be more comfortable for all of us if Bubbles was in her own bed.”

Faith’s eyes widened, then she smiled, and laughed softly as she spotted Bubbles sitting on her chair, watching them curiously.  “Agreed,” she said.

Tristan lifted her into his arms and Jon urged Bubbles onto his shoulder.  Gray checked to be sure the corridor was empty, then they speed traveled to Faith’s room next door.  Bubbles seemed to understand that they wanted privacy so, after giving Faith a series of goodnight kisses, she went into her little bed, curled up and went to sleep.

By then Faith’s arousal had cooled enough that she was beginning to feel self-conscious.  Tristan pulled her gently into his arms and kissed her deeply, reigniting her passion and inflaming his own. 

“We will only go as far as you want,” he said once he got his breath back.  “Tell us to stop, and we will.”

Faith nodded quickly in understanding, then pressed herself tightly against him as she raised up on her toes and ran her tongue along his throat, causing his entire body to shudder.  He threw his head back and gritted his teeth in an effort to keep himself from coming right then.  Once he had himself under control, he kissed her again, then turned her around to face Jon and Gray, and pulled her back against him.

Jon leaned in to kiss her mouth, then trailed kisses along her jaw and down her throat while his hands caressed her breasts.  Faith shivered when he lightly pinched her hard nipples, sending a sharp thrill of sensation straight to her clit. 

Gray knelt down on the floor in front of her and ran one hand up the inside of her leg to her thigh.  She leaned back against Tristan, relying on him to keep her from falling to the floor when her knees threatened to buckle.

“We want you naked,” Tristan whispered into her ear.  She nodded, unable to speak through the intense sensations caused by their hands and mouths on her body.  The moment she agreed they moved so fast she barely saw them.  One moment she was leaning against Tristan fully dressed, then next she was completely naked, the cool air against her skin causing her nipples to harden to the point of pain.  Almost as though he sensed her discomfort, Jon wrapped his hot tongue around one nipple while Tristan caressed the other with his fingers.

“You are so beautiful,” Gray murmured as he placed his hands around her ankles and urged her to spread them.  Tristan helped by lifting her slightly, then lowering her slowly after Gray spread her legs wide.  She felt a frisson of embarrassment knowing that, from his position, he could see everything.  But the embarrassment was quickly replaced with anticipation as he ran his hands up her legs, followed by his tongue.  Her pussy responded with a rush of heat, which caused Gray to groan with pleasure.

“You’re so wet for us, and you taste so sweet,” he said.  The closer his mouth got to her pussy, the more tense she became until she was arching her back, thrusting herself toward him.  When his tongue finally caressed her hot, swollen folds, she gasped at the intensity of the pleasure, shuddering so hard that Tristan nearly lost his hold on her.  Another long, slow lick and she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip.  A third lick and she shook her head against Tristan’s chest, every muscle in her body vibrating with tension.  It was too much.  Too intense.  Too hot.  Too everything.  The pleasure was rapidly escalating into discomfort. She couldn’t take any more, and didn’t know what to do.

“She needs to come, Gray,” Tristan said tightly.  “Now.”

Gray slipped one finger into her narrow channel and sucked the tiny bud of her hard little clit into his mouth.  Faith shuddered again.  He lashed the nub with his tongue and added another finger, stretching her carefully.  She moaned, a high sound of pleasure bordering on frustration.

“More,” Tristan urged as his fingers tightened on her nipple.  Gray set his teeth carefully at the base of her clit while Jon did the same with her nipple.  Then, at the same time, they squeezed firmly with their teeth while sucking hard.  The sharp, intense sensations threw her over the edge into a maelstrom of pleasure that encompassed every muscle and nerve ending she possessed.  Bright lights flashed behind her eyes as her body jerked and shuddered between her men.

The taste of Faith’s orgasm was almost too much for Gray.  He added a third finger to her soft channel as he lapped up her juices, his own body screaming with need.  When Faith pulled back away from him, too sensitive for more stimulation, he rose to his feet and threw off his clothes.  Then he reached for Faith, lifting her away from Tristan.  She came to him willingly and he claimed her mouth, sharing the taste of her passion as he carried her to the bed.  He laid her down, positioning her hips at the edge of the bed, holding her legs up at his waist.  Jon and Tristan removed their clothes as quickly as he had and climbed onto the bed beside Faith.  They each reached out to support one leg, spreading her wide, watching as he placed the large head of his cock against Faith’s entrance.

Faith looked into his eyes and arched toward him with absolute trust.  Gritting his teeth against the need to plunge himself into her depths, Gray went slowly, allowing her body to stretch around him bit by bit.  She lifted her hips toward him in a bid for more, but he shook his head, afraid of getting carried away.  If he let go of his control for even a moment, he wouldn’t be able to get it back, and he knew it.  He wanted her far too much.

Faith sobbed in frustration as her body strained toward him. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Gray said.  Her entire body grew tense, her hands gripping the sheets as though she were in pain. 

“Did you release pheromones?” Tristan asked as he watched Faith worriedly.  Both Jon and Gray shook their heads.

“Give her what she needs, Gray,” Jon said, his own tension rising along with Faith’s. 

“But...,” Gray began, but Tristan cut him off.  “You’re not going to hurt her.  She needs us as badly as we need her, Gray.  Just do it!”

Gray couldn’t fight it any more.  He pulled back the scant two inches he’d entered so far and plunged all the way into Faith’s hot depths with one hard thrust.  Faith’s scream of pleasure nearly set him off, but he fought it back.  He was not going to come until she did.

He drew back slowly, then plunged in again, and again, setting up a hard, fast rhythm.  Faith met him thrust for thrust, her head tossing back and forth as she gasped and moaned beneath him.  Gray knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but Faith clearly needed something more to get her over the edge.  He reached down between them and began stroking her clit.  She shuddered in response, but it wasn’t enough.  He gripped the throbbing nub between two fingers and squeezed in time with his thrusts as he pounded into her, the hot velvety clasp of her body around his almost too exquisite.  His own pleasure wound tighter and tighter until, with one final plunge, he squeezed her clit sharply and held it.  They both exploded into a bone wrenching orgasm, her sheath rippling around him as she came, dragging every drop of seed out of him.

In spite of the intense orgasms she’d already had, Faith still felt as though she needed more.  For a moment, she wondered if something was wrong with her.  As soon as the worry entered her mind, she understood.  She was Arima to three men.  Her body would not be satisfied until she’d had all three of them.  It was the way she was made, just as they were made to need one woman, together. 

She opened her eyes and smiled at Tristan, who slid off the bed and took Gray’s place, while Gray lay down beside her.  He leaned over to kiss her as Tristan entered her with one long, steady thrust, not stopping until he was fully seated within her.  She felt her body adjust to his presence, then clench tightly around him, her back arching in an effort to pull him even deeper.

“Would you like to feel Jon in your mouth?” Gray whispered into her ear as he stroked her breast lightly with his fingers. 

A fresh wave of excitement ripped through her.  “Yes,” she gasped breathlessly.

“Good girl,” Gray said.  He moved further up the bed until he was kneeling behind her, then lifted her shoulders and shifted forward until she was leaning against him, her head on his chest, his cock, already hard again, pressed against her smooth back.  Jon got on his knees and moved closer to her, his long, heavy cock inches from her mouth.  She reached out and wrapped her fingers around it, surprised at how silky soft it was.  She stroked it gently, experimentally, then lifted it slowly towards her lips.

“That’s right,
pixka
,” Gray said.  “Stroke him with your tongue.”

Faith did as Gray instructed, surprised at how much she liked the feel and taste of Jon’s cock in her mouth.  She ran her tongue around the thick, soft head, capturing a drop of fluid from the tiny slit.  She moaned softly at the taste of him, and Gray rewarded her by pinching her nipples gently.  Tristan slammed deep into her and began stroking her clit at the same time.

“You are so beautiful with Jon in your mouth and Tristan in your pussy,” Gray said, his voice so deep and hot it felt like a caress.  “Would you like them to come inside of you at the same time?”

Faith nodded, the idea causing her pussy to gush around Tristan, making him groan. 

“Take Jon deeper,” Gray said.  “Relax your throat and swallow when he thrusts deep.”

Jon began thrusting slowly in and out of her mouth as Gray spoke, Tristan matching his brother’s rhythm.  When Jon’s cock touched the back of her throat, Gray said, “Swallow,” and she did.  Jon’s cock entered her throat with a popping sensation, then he pulled back and rested against her tongue.  She took a breath and put one hand on Jon’s hip, pulling him back. 

Jon thrust forward again, then out, then in again at a steady pace that Tristan matched. 

“I can see Jon’s cock in your throat when you swallow him,” Gray said, his voice stroking her as intensely as his brother’s cocks.  “I want to see him come there,” he said.  “Do you want that?”