Duran's hot tongue swept over his balls, circled around the wrinkled sac. Blood surged, hot and heavy, into Finn's already erect dick. Finn clenched his buttocks and moaned. “Shit, Duran. I can't take much of that.”
Duran chuckled and licked him again.
“Damn.” Finn gasped as the muscles in his butt clenched again. He dug his fingers into the leather arms of the chair.
“I want you desperate for me, Finn.” Duran blew a soft breath of air against his hot sac.
“I'm there. Trust me on this, okay?” Shuddering, Finn struggled for control as he fought the beginning tremors of orgasm. “Damn it, Duran. For a guy who's new at sex, you learn way too fast.”
Again that hot tongue stroked his balls, but Duran wrapped his fingers tightly around the base of Finn's erection. No way could he come with pressure like that.
His balls ached and pressure built.
Duran's soft chuckle sent a warm breath of air over Finn's sac. He cursed softly.
“Nyrians are entirely telepathic,” Duran said.
Gods but those warm puffs of breath on his nuts were going to kill him.
“We tend to share our experiences, Finn. You are the recipient of all any of us have learned from your kind over the past few days. All Zianne has learned from Mac.”
Morgan laughed. Finn raised his head and glared at him, but Morgan suddenly cursed and pressed his head against the back of the couch. His eyes closed, his lips twisted in a grimace as Bolt bent over his lap and sucked his cock deep.
The cords stood out on Morgan's neck. His entire body went rigid. Finn almost laughed out loud.
Serves you right,
he 'pathed.
Morgan responded, but even his mental voice sounded breathless.
Crap, Finn. How do they do this? I've never been so turned on in my life. Oh . . . shit. Bolt!
Finn slipped out of Morgan's thoughts when he realized Duran was standing behind him again. The Nyrian's thick cock pressed against his ass, slipped along the crease, and stopped against his tightly clenched sphincter. Duran pressed forward until Finn felt the burn, the steady pressure as his body automatically tightened to fight the intrusion.
He took a couple of deep breaths, fighting for control. Slowly exhaling, Finn pressed back against Duran. He felt the slightest give, as that small, taut muscle released. Finn pushed a bit harder and Duran's cock slipped through, steadily filling him while Duran kept that ferocious grasp around the base of Finn's cock.
Let me in, Finn. Let me all the way in.
Duran's hips thrust forward. Finn grunted and held tight to the arms of the chair.
Shit, Duran. Poetry at a time like this?
The soft chuckle that was all in Finn's head sounded moderately threatening. Duran managed a hard twist with his cock on the next thrust, rubbing in a most effective manner across Finn's prostate. He groaned.
Would you prefer a novel, Finn? Maybe a ballad in three parts. Or something more esoteric? I see it now, a large tome titled
The Effect of Nyrian Sexual Domination on Hardheaded Irish Humans
. Yes, I think that one works.
The only warning Finn got was the tightening of Duran's fingers around his cock before the Nyrian slammed into him. Finn grunted as Duran buried himself deep. Their balls pressed together and Duran's hand squeezed tighter around the base of Finn's dick.
Finn struggled to catch his breath.
For a guy new to the language and the body, you're sounding awfully cocky.
Duran picked up the pace, rocking fast and hard against Finn until the
slap, slap, slap
of thighs meeting thighs, of groin against butt, echoed in Finn's head. Duran growled, a primal, sexual, sensual sound that wrapped around Finn both inside and out. He pressed his lips against Finn's ear, but the words weren't actually spoken.
Finn felt them deep inside. Felt Duran's mind driving deep into his, as deep as his cock filled Finn's ass.
You can say that to me, Finnegan? You, a human who plans to invade an alien spaceship before it destroys your planet? Invade and kidnap the slaves they hold? A human who thinks he can disassemble his very molecules, travel through space, fight a powerful alien race, and return victorious? And you think I'm cocky?
He slammed deeper and harder until Finn saw stars. With his lips still against Finn's ear, Duran whispered, “I think you're the cocky bastard who deserves that title.”
Yes, you son of a bitch. You're damned right I'm cocky. Now fuck me, and do it right. Get into my head and scramble whatever you have to, because we only get one shot at the bastards.
Duran's soft chuckle came with a velvety stroke of fingers along Finn's shaft and a deep, long thrust into his bowel. And Duran's voice in his mind, this time a subtle caress filled with love and hope.
You are so right, Finnegan O'Toole. You are one cocky bastard, and I thank Nyria we've got you on our side.
Finn shivered. His climax was building, but he didn't feel anything different, couldn't see that they'd accomplished anything beyond what was probably the most amazing fuck of his life.
Then Duran's mental voice seemed to pause within his mind. There was a subtle shift, almost as if the two of them had stepped from one room into another. The pressure built in Finn's cock; his balls tightened within his sac and the pain was so sweet, so all-consuming that he whimpered. Not a moan or a manly groan, but a soft and needy whimper.
Finn shuddered at the changing sensation. Duran covered him like a warm blanket, steadily pumping deep inside his ass. Steady, strong, and so perfect, until the sensation shifted yet again. So subtle. So absolutely perfect.
And something . . . something unfamiliar in Finn's mind opened. A thought process he'd never noticed, a part of his mind forever closed away, suddenly unlocked. He sensed it, open and waiting for him to find the switch, to reach for it, and then, without a moment's hesitation, to flip it from one side to the next.
Climax welled up from deep inside. A shattering burst of power from brain to spine, from balls to cockâa shimmering flash of painful pleasure and perfect energy. Finn's back arched, his muscles clenched and he cried out. Duran's final thrust seemed to go clear through his gut.
The sharp, sweet pain of release overwhelmed his senses until Finn's focus narrowed itself to the rhythmic pulse of pleasure. His cock, Duran's, both of them pulsing in metered time with their thundering hearts.
Nothing was as it seemed, and yet all felt refreshed. Renewed. Forever changed as Finn realized he was somehow floating freely in the small front room of his cabin, surrounded by the sparkling blue and gold energy that was Duran. He felt whole, and yet knew he was not. Knew he was little more than mist and molecules, a part of the Nyrian who held his disassembled essence within his own sparkling energy.
Morgan was still on the couch beside Bolt, staring at the spot where Finn and Duran had been fucking, but he didn't move, as if his body had been caught in stasis.
No, Finn. He is moving, but we are moving at a much faster speed, our very atoms spinning beyond what Morgan can see with human eyes. Give yourself over to me.
How?
Relax. Let me hold you. I want to see how well we can travel together in this form.
Okay. Where?
Out.
Before he could question that enigmatic statement, Duran had wrapped his colorful energy around Finn and they flashed through the walls of the cabin, out beneath the midmorning sun, across the vast plateau with the satellite dishes shimmering beneath them. The world beneath was a motionless tableau as they moved over the edge of the property, the two of them nothing more than a burst of sparkling light.
Wait! Duran. What's that? Slow down. We need to see what they're doing.
Duran retraced their path and Finn caught the image of at least a dozen bodies in the brush below, appearing immobile as statues to him in this disassembled form. Still, he knew they were climbing up the side of the hill, saw they were armed with heavy bolt cutters and other tools and equipment, all of them heading toward the chain link fence at the edge of the property.
We have to warn Mac!
We will. We're returning now.
And within a mere fraction of a second, they were back in the cabin and Finn was back in his body, leaning over the edge of the chair, his cock pumping thick streams of semen over Duran's fist.
“Where'd you go?” Morgan leapt to his feet, his cock still high and hard against his belly. “What happened?”
Finn gasped for air, sucked in another lungful and then drew in more as he came down from an unbelievable orgasm. His body tingled and he broke out in goose bumps when Duran pulled free and, with a self-satisfied smirk, headed to the bathroom to clean up.
It took Finn a moment to find his voice. “First of all, it worked. I found the switch, and Morgan, that's what it is. A switch in the brain that lets you disassemble. I turned into energy, just like Duran, but we were moving at a rate that's so much faster than humans that you and Bolt looked like you were sitting still.”
“Crap. That's awesome.” He turned to Bolt, but Finn caught his shoulder.
“You're right. It's fucking awesome, but Duran took me on a bit of a ride around the plateau. There's about a dozen guys climbing the hill on the backside, armed with bolt cutters and shit. I need to warn Mac. You need to find your fucking switch.”
“Got it. Go.”
Finn grabbed his jeans and dragged them on without hunting for his boxers. He slipped his feet into his worn moccasins. “Tell Duran I'll be right back. I need to tell Mac we're under attack.”
4
T
he door slammed behind Finn. Morgan glanced over his shoulder at Bolt, who was still sitting quietly on the couch. “I need to find that fucking switch, Bolt. Now.”
Bolt nodded. “I agree, but I would like Duran's help. Now that he's shown Finn the way, it will be even easier to teach you with Duran's guidance.”
“Whatever.” Morgan tried to play it cool, but energy practically screamed across his nerve endings. Finn did it! He'd watched the guy disappear. Flat-out disappear. He just blinked out, right in front of them. Shit. One minute he was there, getting his ass reamed by Duran, and then
poof!
He was gone. Secondsâjust a couple of seconds and then they were back, Duran still fucking Finn's ass, and Finn saying they'd flown around the entire site.
This was just too fucking cool for words.
“Morgan?”
He jerked, startled when Duran appeared next to him. He hadn't even heard the guy come back into the room. He really needed to get his head back in the game. “Yeah.” He nodded. “Bolt says he wants you to help. Is that okay?”
“Of course.” Duran shrugged like it was no big deal.
Such human gestures, and yet these guys were all aliens. The thought crossed Morgan's mind that they'd all accepted the goodness of these people on faith alone. Well, faith and some damned good sex. Then he glanced at Bolt and realized he had no doubts about him at all. That the only reason Morgan felt a bit uneasy with Duran was that he'd just watched the guy fuck the ever-lovin' hell out of Finn.
Watching the two of them had been one of the hottest things Morgan had ever seen in his life and he was still strung tight as a rubber band. He wanted Duran fucking his ass, wanted Bolt sucking his cock, wanted both guys banging him hard, making him so hot that he'd forget how scary all of this was. Forget that he was preparing to travel through space within the formless energy of an alien, board a spaceship, and attempt to rescue the last members of the Nyrian race.
Shit, yeah. He took a deep breath. Let it out in a loud huff and felt a bit calmer. “We'd better get started, then. If you saw the group coming up the back side of the mountain, we need to be ready to stop them. Tonight, of all nights, we have to have everything under control.”
Duran nodded. “I agree.” Then he laughed. “But I have to admit, this is one of the more pleasurable methods of teaching I've ever experienced.” He grinned at Bolt. “Ask Bolt. I was a teacher on Nyria, before the Gar came. There I dealt with young Nyrians who were more interested in mischief than in learning.”
Bolt stood beside Morgan. “You realize that's probably because we didn't use sex as a teaching tool.” He wrapped his hands around his erect cock. “Obviously inappropriate with the young, but I could get used to this method of teaching adult humans.”
Duran grinned at Bolt, and it was like watching a couple of guys in the gym joking back and forth. Impossible to see them as anything but human. Then Duran turned to Morgan, and all sense of humor fled. He folded his arms across his broad chest and took a more serious stance. “Morgan, are you okay with both of us having sex with you? Both of us taking a dominant role? Our dominance and your submission is important to the learning process, though we should only need to do it this way once.”
He thought about that, about submitting to two men. He was used to being the top, but that had changed dramatically over the last couple of days. In fact, everything he'd ever thought about himself seemed to be undergoing a dramatic shift. “I'm willing to give it a try,” he said. “I haven't done anything like this before, so I don't know how I'll react, but I'm open to trying whatever works.”
“Good.” Duran seemed to relax a bit. “We realize we're thinking with our Nyrian minds. Our thoughts tell us you'll be more comfortable with Bolt, a man you're familiar with, and that should make it easier for you to accept me as well. I've learned the human pathways for finding the switch in Finn's mind, which should make it easier to find yours.” He shrugged and Morgan got the feeling Duran was uncomfortable trying to explain himself to a mere human, but at least he was trying.
Morgan almost laughed. He really needed to let the poor guy off the hook. It was bad enough that the three of them were standing here bare-assed naked, having this discussion. “So all you're saying is that it'll help if we all work on this together. I'm okay with that. Where do you want me?”
Duran's sigh of relief was almost audible. Almost. “With three of us, the bedroom would probably work best.” He led the way into Finn's room. “On the bed, on your hands and knees.”
“Okay.” Morgan took the position in the center of the bed. Bolt crawled up beside him, then rolled over and slipped beneath Morgan's belly. His erect cock was right in front of Morgan's face, the broad tip practically brushing his lips.
He was leaning forward to take it in his mouth when Duran stopped him. “Not yet. Hold perfectly still.” He turned and walked back into the front room.
Morgan dipped his head and stared at Bolt lying between his thighs. “He can say that because he just came. I'm hard as a post.”
Bolt laughed. “I was thinking the same thing. You have no idea how much I want you to suck on me now.”
Morgan's laughter was a little tense. “Oh, I think I can imagine.”
Duran returned with the lube in his hand. “Now,” he said. “Touch each other, but only with your fingertips.”
Bolt's fingers softly stroking over his sac rather than his erection caught Morgan by surprise. He gasped and his buttocks clenched. He heard Duran's soft chuckle.
“Did I mention I love control?”
“I kinda figured that much. You know that's a very human desire, don't you? You remind me of my seventh grade math teacher.” Gritting his teeth, thinking of anything but what Bolt was doing to his already sensitive genitals, Morgan first ran his fingertips up and then down Bolt's shaft, swirled one finger around his perineum and then rubbed gently against his anus. Bolt groaned. His fingers kept up their tickling exploration of Morgan's balls and then slowly trailed the length of his dick.
As if this wasn't enough to have him crossing his eyes, Morgan felt Duran settling between his calves, kneeling directly behind him. He imagined the guy stroking that huge cock of his, and the visual made him tense every muscle in his body.
Warm hands caressed his buttocks, thumbs traced a line along the cleft between his cheeks. He waited for the cool wash of lube.
Instead, he got a warm, very mobile tongue. “Shit!” He gasped and sucked in a deep breath. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“You don't like this?” Duran's tongue circled the sensitive ring of his anal sphincter, pressing gently as if for emphasis.
Morgan mumbled a reply as Duran's tongue worked at the tiny opening, licking, stroking, and then pressing harder.
Screw Duran's orders.
Morgan leaned over and sucked Bolt's cock deep between his lips. He had to concentrate on something else, something that wasn't his ass being licked and rimmed by Duran's tongue or he was going to lose it right here and now.
Nothing had ever felt like that. So intimate and yet not nearly enough of what he wanted. What he needed. Hell, they didn't have time to screw around. He needed to learn to disassemble, needed to have time to practice forming and reforming, coming out of that state the way Finn hadâbody and mind sharp and ready for action. He sucked harder, felt Bolt's answering groans and the hot suction of his mouth as he took Morgan deep.
Felt Duran's sigh against his ass. “I see you're both ignoring me. Why am I not surprised?” Then he was slapping lube against Morgan's butt and, from the squishy sounds, apparently covering his cock as well.
There was no warning, no easy teasing foreplay. No, he just pressed the broad head of his cock against Morgan's small, tight sphincter and pressed forward. Hard.
Let me in, Morgan. Into your body. Into your mind.
Morgan grunted, but he forced himself to relax, to push back against Duran's thrust. He felt the muscle relax, then give just enough to allow Duran to breach his anus without too much pain. The burn was sharp, the pleasure even sharper.
Let me in, Morgan. Let me into your body, let me drive deep and hard. Let me in. Relax. Don't fight me. Let me in.
Duran went deep and then paused, giving Morgan time to adjust to his size and the depth of his initial thrust. He'd gone as far as he could, balls deep, and the soft cadence of his words filled Morgan's mind just as that long, thick cock filled his body. Bolt held still as well, holding Morgan's cock between his lips, his tongue probing gently at the tiny slit.
Morgan felt the layers of sensation building as he drew Bolt's cock inside his mouth, working the broad head with his tongue, frantically reaching for that final push that would take him over. He needed to overload with sensation, enough to open his mind, his body, and his heart to these two men.
Duran's voice was a steady song in his head, a rhythmic poem with a hypnotic effect, tied to their hearts, their lungs, their very thoughts.
Let me in, let me see you, feel you, let me touch you. Open to me, Morgan. Open to sensation. To life and love and all that your body, your heart, and mind can take.
He fell into the words, the rhythm, the steady thrust and release as Duran drove deep and then pulled back, in and then out, harder, deeper until Morgan was caught in the maelstrom of mouths and cocks, hands stroking and minds linking. He felt Bolt inside his mind as his mouth engulfed Morgan's full length, but it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.
Something was missing. Some
one
was missing. Rodie? This wasn't right without Rodie, but how could that be? They were too new, too fresh together for him to feel this deep yearning for her touch, for her mental connection.
But merely thinking of Rodie took him beyond control. He trembled, struggling to hold on, but Duran thrust hard and Bolt's cock jerked between his lips. Morgan felt his own climax racing from spine to balls to burning release, the three of them coming together, their bodies shuddering as one, hearts thudding, cocks spilling seed, lungs filling with air, in and out and in again.
They collapsed, the three of them together on the bed, bodies sticky with semen and sweat, mouths gasping for air, the sense of failure riding Morgan hardest of all.
It hadn't worked. Morgan sucked air and wondered what had gone wrong. “What happened?” He rolled his head to the side and frowned at Duran's shocked face. “No switch, obviously. How come?”
Duran shook his head. “I'm not sure. There was a wall. A solid wall keeping me away. You didn't open to me, even at the point of climax. I don't understand.”
Bolt raised his head, his entire focus on Morgan though he spoke to Duran. “I do. I should have guessed. Morgan is bound to Rodie. I felt her in his heart as well as his mind. She needs to be part of this if you're to pass through that wall. He's holding himself back, protecting what belongs to her.”
Rodie? No way. “Where the hell did that come from?” Morgan pushed himself upright and glared at Bolt. Bound to Rodie? Hell no. He might have been thinking of her but he wasn't bound to anyone. Not Morgan Black. The most commitment he'd ever made was to this project and Mac. When it ended . . . hell. He didn't know if he and Rodie would even keep in touch when it was over.
So why did that thought make him so uneasy? He shook it off and focused on the problem at hand. How the hell could these guys think his feelings for her were keeping him from linking to Duran? That was a bunch of crap. “I don't belong to anyone.” He shook his head and glared on Duran. “I mean, yeah, I like Rodie. She's great. She's smart and funny, but we're not married. Not committed to each other in any way. We're . . . we're fuck buddies. You know? Friends with benefits. I'm bi, anyway. If I ever commit to anyone, it's probably not going to be a woman.”
And why did the thought tease the edges of his mind that he was denying much too vehemently, that he was trying to prove something to himself, not necessarily to Bolt and Duran?
“You admit that the sex with Rodie is good, right?” Bolt shoved himself back and leaned against the headboard. His chest was covered in sweat, the muscles glistening, and his hair hung in tangles around his face. The guy was so fucking gorgeous that Morgan wanted to crawl across him, wanted to lick the sweat off his pecs, let their bodies slide together.
But that wasn't going to solve the problem. “Yeah,” he said. “Sex with Rodie is fantastic. You know it isâyou've been with us.”
Bolt laughed. “I just wanted to hear you say it. I'm going to go get her. Bring her back here to join us. I think Rodie's presence will help us get inside your head.”
Before Morgan could come up with a fitting response, Bolt had turned into energy and disappeared. Just the way Morgan should be able to do, if he'd only gotten it right. Shit.