This was beyond the controlled lust she’d always presided over. This was straight want, passion driven by the need to connect to another person. This was about her heart’s desire.
“Gods, Stella,” Faris muttered, biting down on her earlobe. “I can feel his cock rubbing against me. All three of us.”
Ulric licked the other side of her neck. “I need you to come so badly. I want to feel you squeeze us tight with your ass and cunt. Please, Stella.”
She bucked forward, grinding her clit hard against Faris. “Faster. Hurry.”
Ulric groaned, snapping his hips forward. The increased force driving her against Faris was exactly what Stella needed. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast. Her muscles tightened as her entire body froze. Neither man held still for long, though they slowed their rhythm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Faris let out a low groan through his clenched teeth as he came.
Ulric tensed behind her, thrusting forward once more and coming as well. Stella felt wet heat flood her from both their releases. As if with a single thought, they all stopped moving at once, collapsing together. Stella waited for Ulric to slip from her body, before sliding off to the side of Faris. Random limbs entwined, until she wasn’t sure where one of them started and the other ended.
Time slipped from her until she wasn’t sure how long they lay there. When Faris moaned, pulling her closer, the uncomfortable reality of their position on the floor became apparent.
“We should move,” she whispered.
“Only if we are all together.” Ulric kissed her cheek and entwined his hand with Faris’. “I’m not letting either of you out of my sight for a while.”
“The bed in the other room was ample enough to accommodate us all.” Faris brushed a strand of her hair from her face. “And it’s far more comfortable than the slate.”
Stella bit her lower lip, an unfamiliar burst of uncertainty hitting her. “So, you will stay with us? Here on the ship?”
Faris smiled, nodding once. “You won’t be able to get rid of me.”
“I knew this was what we needed. All of us.” Ulric traced a pattern over Stella’s arm. “I was…concerned things wouldn’t work out.”
Rolling in his arms, Stella pressed a kiss to his bare chest. “I love you,” she whispered.
Ulric held her a bit tighter. “Love you too.”
Faris pushed himself away from them with a sigh and a groan as he straightened his back. “Do I need to haul the pair of you to the other room? Comfortable bed, sex toys, remember?”
Ulric chuckled. “Bossy. He might give you a bit of a challenge.”
“Not if he knows what’s good for him.”
“I thought you were good for me?” Faris pressed his hand to his chest. “I’m so confused.”
Letting Faris help her to her feet, Stella smiled. “I know what’s best for you. Just remember to listen to me.”
Both men smiled. “Yes, Mistress.”
About the Author
It took Christine a lot longer than the average bear to figure out what she wanted to be when she grew up. When she was home on maternity leave, she decided to take a stab at saving her sanity and sat down to write a romance novel. After dabbling with various sub-genres, she realized she really enjoyed creating strange new worlds and writing about sex. Whether due to the pregnancy hormones or sleep deprivation, she thought this was a great combination.
Many years later her kids are in school and she’s back at her day job, but the writing bug is here to stay. When not torturing her characters, she’s busy playing with her children or conducting “research” with her husband.