Alien Revelation Page 21
“Oliver, we can talk about this later,” Brogan told him before making a show of looking at his wristunit. “Doesn’t your class begin in a few minutes?”
“Shite!” Oliver exclaimed, and jumped from the bed.
“Language,” the three of them admonished to his retreating back as he ran from the room.
Onalee began to swing her legs back onto the bed, then stopped. Brogan could see her struggle internally, and waited.
Be brave, he silently implored her. Conall would acquiesce more easily if Onalee broached the topic with him, instead of Brogan doing it.
Thankfully, his female was brave. She stood up and brought her hands up to frame Conall’s face.
“I love being here, in your home,” she told him quietly. “I don’t want to leave and go back to my monotonous life. I want to be here, where I’m surrounded by a family I love… and males I love.”
Conall’s breath hitched. His hands came up to grasp her wrists in a loose hold.
“You love me?” he asked quietly.
She nodded, then held out one of her hands to Brogan. Both sets of eyes went to him, and he took a step closer to be at their sides. Her hand came to his cheek.
“I love you both,” she confessed. “I don’t want to be apart from either of you.”
Brogan was so on board with that plan, but Conall was unsure, just as Brogan knew he would be. He kept looking from Onalee, to Brogan, and back again, while she held onto them both. Brogan understood that she was the one gluing them together at that moment.
“Onalee…” Conall began, but she cut him off by stepping in close to his body and kissing his neck softly.
“Make love to me,” she whispered against his skin.
Conall shivered, his eyes closed for a few beats of his heart. When she pulled back, her eyes were on Brogan. He gave her a nod of encouragement and she began kissing her way along Conall’s jaw towards his mouth.
When she got close, her lips met his, and Brogan had to reach down to adjust the bulge in his pants. The sight of them kissing was incredibly sexy, and he knew it would only get better from here on out.
For a moment Conall lost himself in their female. He deepened the kiss, angling his head to better meld their lips together, as his hands went to her waist. But it didn’t last long. He pulled back abruptly, his gaze going to Brogan.
Their eyes locked, and Brogan saw panic in the blue depths.
“I don’t… I don’t know if I can do this,” he quietly confessed to Brogan over Onalee’s shoulder.
Brogan moved forward until Onalee’s back was against his front, making sure to keep eye contact with the other male.
He was trying to keep things slow, and peaceful, so that Conall didn’t panic. It was like walking up to a wild animal: one misstep, and Conall would retreat before he’d given the three of them a fair chance.
Brogan needed him to see how wonderful they could be together, even if Conall couldn’t be with him fully. As much as it may hurt Brogan’s heart, he was willing to sacrifice making love to Conall, as long as the three of them could still be together.
“Today is about Onalee,” he told Conall in a low voice—don’t startle the wild animal. “I love her, and I know you do too. Let’s show her how much.”
Brogan moved Onalee’s hair aside, and she bent her neck to the left, giving him unrestricted access to her silky skin. He kissed her neck, while her hands ran up and down Conall’s chest.
Conall’s eyes were locked onto him, and Brogan watched the male’s breath quicken with excitement. He licked around the shell of her ear, and Onalee moaned.
“And we wouldn’t have to… touch?” Conall asked him.
Brogan’s chest constricted. He wanted nothing more than to touch Conall. He wanted to make love to the male with his hands, his mouth, his entire body. He wanted to show him the ecstasy that could be found with another man, and the joy of all three them sharing their bed, and their love. But if this was the only way Brogan could have him, so be it.
“No, Conall, we don’t have to touch,” Brogan answered past the lump in his throat. He hoped the other male didn’t notice the slight hitch in his voice.
Onalee held her breath until Brogan replied. She knew that it cost him a great deal to push his feelings for Conall aside, but she’d been afraid that if he didn’t agree, they would have missed their chance. She had every intention of mating with the two males… they just both needed to be on board with that plan.
Brogan was with her, they just needed to convince Conall; and she suspected that it would take baby steps. The first one: the three of them being naked together.
After Brogan’s statement, she watched as tension left Conall’s body with a sigh. His eyes refocused back onto her, and she saw heat in his expression. She shivered; this was what she’d been waiting for.
Conall slid his hands up her torso to cup the underside of her breasts. She arched into the touch, and it emboldened him. Brogan watched from over her shoulder as Conall’s thumbs played with her nipples, before he palmed her breast and massaged her tender globes. Onalee moaned, and laid her head back onto Brogan’s solid chest.
Conall’s hand ran down her body, over her hip, and slid up the shorts she wore. He pulled his head back to look into her eyes.
“No panties?” he asked.
Onalee shook her head.
“Bloody hell,” Conall groaned before he fell to his knees.
There was a moment where Onalee feared something was wrong with him—why would he suddenly crouch on the carpet?—but then he was nuzzling her mound through her shorts, and her legs went weak.
She had a vivid, not-so-distant memory of Brogan’s mouth on her. Would Conall do the same thing? The anticipation was killing her!
Brogan braced her against his chest and began massaging her breasts, as Conall whisked her shorts off. Once her hairless mound was bared, he hooked her left leg over his shoulder, which parted her legs and allowed him access to her core.
Onalee held onto Brogan’s forearms as Conall’s mouth came into contact with her delicate flesh. She cried out at the first feeling of his tongue slipping through her folds.
He lapped at her greedily, burying his face and tongue into her cleft. It didn’t take long before her legs were trembling.
“Let me help,” Brogan offered.
Onalee had no idea what he intended, and was surprised when he reached down and wrapped his hands under her thighs from behind. A flex of his muscles, and she was being held up, braced by his chest at her back, and wide open for Conall’s ministrations.
She leaned back onto Brogan, and laced her fingers in Conall’s hair. He paused for a moment, looking at Brogan over her shoulder, before leaning forward and taking her with his mouth once again.
She moaned and yanked on his hair, but still Conall continued until she was nearly at her peak. Then he suddenly stopped.
Onalee opened her eyes to see Conall sitting back on his haunches, breathing hard, mouth glistening with her essence. Why had he stopped? She’d been so close!
“Let’s put her on the bed,” Conall suggested huskily.
Brogan set her on the mattress, and she realized that both males were still fully dressed. That was something she needed to rectify.
She got on her knees—careful to make sure her thigh muscle wouldn’t protest—and reached for the buttons on Conall’s shirt impatiently. She was too aroused to be careful or slow, but once the material parted, she stopped. Conall had hair on his chest and stomach.
She reached out and ran her fingers through the red strands. They were the same color as the hair on his head, but coarser, and led down past the waistband of his pants.
“Is this an Earther trait?” she asked him.
Conall nodded. “Aye. Most men from Earth have hair on their chests.”
“Do you have it anywhere else?” Brogan asked in a thick voice from their side.
He wasn’t touching either of them, but his eyes were locked onto Ona
lee’s hand as she stroked down Conall’s stomach, following the red trail.
The two males made eye contact and Conall answered, “Aye.”
Tension suddenly filled the air, and Onalee was afraid that if she paused for too long, Conall would rethink their actions and stop.
She trailed her hand lower over the bulge in his pants, and back up. Conall’s eyes flew back to her, and she smiled before leaning forward and kissing across his chest. The hair tickled her face, but not in a disturbing way. Actually, it felt good, and reminded her of what a rare male he was.
She stopped to lick one of his nipples, while her hands worked the unfamiliar fasteners of his pants. Soon she had them open and pushed down his thighs.
Conall’s hard shaft bobbed in front of him, nestled in a fiery patch of hair. Onalee gasped at the sight.
“It’s as red as the hair on your head,” she remarked.
“Aye, it’s always been that color.”
She sat up higher and brought her lips to his for a kiss. “I love it,” she told him against his lips. He gave her a smile and she kissed him once more. “Now it’s Brogan’s turn.”
Onalee turned towards Brogan and pulled him closer. She pulled his shirt over his head, before kissing him. He removed his wristunit, as she undid his pants and pulled them down. His cock sprang free of its confines.
Brogan was thicker than Conall, but both were stunning examples of the male form. Onalee felt immensely blessed to have them both in her life, and in her heart.
She encouraged Brogan and Conall to stand closer together where she could easily reach them both at the same time. One hand on each, she began at their chests and caressed her way down to their hard lengths, both standing out from their bodies and begging for touch.
She gripped both of their bases and gave them a firm stroke. Conall hissed and pulled back slightly, gripping her wrist with his hand.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked in concern.
“It’s just that I need you to be a little more gentle. I don’t have his…” he pointedly looked at Brogan’s erection, still grasped in her other hand. “… abilities.”
Brogan’s shaft glistened with his arousal, while Conall’s shaft was dry and velvety soft.
“You’ll just need to get him wet some other way, love,” Brogan told her huskily.
“Oh,” she sighed in understanding. “I can think of a couple of ways to do that,” she said with a smile.
Onalee sat on the bed, but it was still the wrong angle. She settled for lying on her stomach, one hand still stroking Brogan, while the other brought Conall’s shaft to her lips.
He groaned as she licked her way around the mushroom head, before taking the tip into her mouth. He felt and tasted completely different than Brogan, but their dissimilarities fueled her ardor. She moaned, and took him deeper.
Conall’s hands threaded into her hair, but he didn’t force her movements. She bobbed on him as far as she could, before pulling back and using her saliva to stroke him with her hand. Once she had him covered, she switched her mouth to Brogan’s turgid length.
He moaned and arched his hips, pushing his member to the back of her throat. Onalee held her breath and bobbed a few times before pulling back. She inhaled deeply and did it again, loving the way he made her feel full.
“By the Gods, Onalee,” Brogan groaned. “Do that to Conall.”
She happily switched back to their other male, taking him as deep as she could. Conall breathed a curse while Brogan encouraged her.
“Take him deep, love. Yeah, that’s the way. Show him how much you love his cock in your mouth.”
Onalee moaned, enjoying the deliciously naughty words Brogan growled. Then she felt Brogan shift, bending forward over the bed. His hand massaged the muscle on her ass before his long fingers slid down her crack to her wet cleft.
She moaned louder than before, and Conall gasped at the vibrations it sent down his shaft. She did it again, and spread her legs for Brogan.
His fingers slipped through her arousal, quickly coating him and allowing him to plunge two fingers deep. She pulled off of Conall and cried out, her body quaking with need.
Just when she began to grind down onto Brogan’s fingers, he pulled them out to stroke her clit. She was close and he knew it, but instead of letting her fall over the edge, he brought her wet arousal to the puckered ring of her ass, and massaged.
This was uncharted territory for Onalee, but most things sexual were. She trusted Brogan, knew that he’d take care of her in all things, so she let him continue to play while she went back to licking Conall.
Round and round Brogan’s finger circled until she relaxed. Then, she felt the tip of his finger breach the ring of muscle. She startled, but felt bereft when, after a moment, he pulled it out. Thankfully he repeated the motion, again and again, until she was gyrating her hips in an unconscious need.
“Brogan!” she pulled back and scorned him. “You’re killing me!”
The male chuckled. “I doubt that,” he told her, but he did insert a finger from his other hand into her sheath. That helped ease the deep emptiness she’d been feeling, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Brogan, I… I need something,” she confessed.
“What do you need?”
“I don’t know.”
It was the truth. She had no idea what she needed, but knew that he currently wasn’t giving it to her. There was more; there had to be!
“Conall, do you want to give our female what she needs?” Brogan asked, his hands slowing to a near-stop on her body. She nearly cried out in frustration.
“Fuck, yeah, I do,” Conall exclaimed.
She let him go, and he climbed onto the mattress, his head on her pillows. He held out his arms for her. “Come here, baby,” he cooed.
Onalee moved quickly to his side, and straddled his hips when he encouraged her. His hard length was pinned between his stomach and her cleft, and she rocked on him, luxuriating in the feeling. His hands went to her hips, and suddenly stopped her movement.
“Wait. Do we have a condom?” Conall asked urgently.
“A what?” Onalee asked.
“A condom. It’s something to prevent pregnancy.”
Onalee and Brogan both stopped dead in their tracks.
Pregnancy?! She gasped as she suddenly realized that for the first time in her life, there was a chance—albeit a small one—that she could get pregnant. Conall was an Earther. Arathians and Earthers had made babies before; it could happen again. She wanted that desperately, but not now. Not today.
She turned to Brogan. “Brogan, could you go check… uhhh… maybe the replicator?”
He was already pulling on his pants. “I’ll be right back,” he called as he grabbed his shirt and hurried for the door, not bothering with shoes.
Everything felt very still once he’d left.
Onalee looked down at Conall and saw embarrassment. “What’s the matter?” she asked, stroking her fingers through the hair on his chest.
“Are you angry that I mentioned it?” he asked.
Her eyes went wide. “No! Of course not! You just caught me by surprise, that’s all.”
He began running the pads of his fingers over the skin at her hips. “I couldn’t tell if you were upset that I’d brought it up.”
She bent forward and kissed him before she answered.
“I’m not, truly. It’s just that getting pregnant has never been a concern before. Now, with you, there’s a whole new world of possibilities. Not just having a baby, but a real family.”
She gave him another long kiss. “If we do decide to have a baby, it will be far from now, and after lots of conversations between the four of us.”
His brows creased. “Four?”
“Of course: you, me, Brogan, and Oliver. I wouldn’t dream of giving him a brother or sister without first talking to him about it.”
Conall smiled. “I’m not sure you know what you’re getting yourself into.”
They were kissing deeply when Brogan returned to the room. He was slightly winded, and held up an injector like a prize.
“Got it!” he exclaimed, before he tossed it onto the bed, and hurried to remove his clothes.
“What is it?” Conall asked.
“It’s an injection that will prevent Onalee from getting pregnant this month,” Brogan explained as he climbed back onto the bed.
Onalee was familiar with the instrument, and knew that the injection would be painless. She held out her arm, and Brogan placed the injector on the inside of her elbow.
“You’re sure it’s safe,” Conall asked again, just to be sure.
Brogan softened. “Absolutely. I’d never give her something I wasn’t completely confident in.”
Conall nodded, and Brogan initiated the device. A painless moment later, Onalee was guaranteed baby-free, and able to make love to her males.
She wasted no time, and brought Brogan forward for a kiss. She licked his lips, encouraging him to open his mouth to meet her. His tongue dueled with hers, while Conall’s hands roamed up and down her torso, lingering on her breasts. Onalee moaned when he pinched her nipples, and rewarded him with a swivel of her hips.
His cock, which had softened halfway while they’d talked, was now hard beneath her. She rocked on him, and stroked Brogan’s length with her hand. The head of Conall’s shaft kept rubbing on her clit with every arch of his hips, and soon she began to ache. She pulled back from Brogan and planted both hands on Conall’s chest.
“I can’t take it anymore,” she told them both.
Brogan moved to her back as Conall gripped her hips and encouraged her to lift herself higher. She aimed Conall’s length where she wanted him, and slowly sank back down.
It took her a moment to comfortably take him inside herself, but once she was seated on his lap, the feeling was amazing. He fit her perfectly.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Brogan murmured.