“Seri, angel—”
His voice shattered into a whine and his head fell back as a long, low moan tore from his throat, his entire body tensing.
Hot, white spurts coated my hand and wrist, and I continued stroking him gently, marveling at the way he shook beneath my touch. As Koa hummed approvingly and Casimir whispered, “Good girl,” I lifted my wrist and licked a drop from my skin. The taste surprised me, not bitter as I’d expected, but almost sweet, with only a hint of salt.
“Savory?” Zane panted, throwing one forearm across his glowing, sweaty face. “Sweet? Citrus bouquet?”
“Cheesy?” Koa snickered as I swirled my tongue, considering.
“Shut—”
“Like honey left in the sun,” I interrupted.
“I’m never washing this dick again,” Zane groaned.
“If you’re trying to kill him, beloved, it’s working.” Casimir nuzzled my neck, and I shrugged, a blush creeping over me again.
“Just wondered how it tasted. Sorry if I was torturing you, Zoodle.”
“If this is torture, I’ll gladly be your victim any day.” He let out a shaky laugh and collapsed across the center of the bed, his limbs spread like a starfish.
With one husband sated, at least for now, I turned my attention to the other two. My confidence had returned, but they were different. Koa was so much more heavily built, which made him more intimidating, despite his constant gentleness with me. Where Zane had been firecracker-bright energy, Koa radiated a banked heat, like coals waiting to ignite a forest.
And then there was Casimir. He was so dominant, so controlled. Would he even enjoy me doing something like that to him?
Might as well get that disappointment over with first, I thought to myself.
“Simmy? Will you please take your clothes off? Before my nerve fails?”
Without a word, he stood and quickly stripped down. Where Zane was lithe and Koa was heavily built, Casimir was a balance. Strong and broad-shouldered, but with a leaner waist and hips. His erection, longer than Zane’s, rose from a nest of blond hair and curved toward his navel, veined and flushed at the tip like a storm-cloud bruise.
The first touch of my fingers made his abdominal muscles leap like startled deer.
He’ll hate this, I thought.Too vulnerable.
But when I glanced up, his eyes burned hotter than fire above his clenched jaw muscles.
I kissed his navel first, just to give myself time to steady my nerves, and felt his entire body quake like tectonic plates shifting. That tiny fracture in his control encouraged me.
“I didn’t really get to investigate what’s below… You know, Zoodle’s, um.”
“His sac? Balls?” Koa supplied helpfully, without even a hint of mockery. “Scrotum?”
“Yes.” I nodded, grateful for his matter-of-fact approach, and flicked my eyes back to Casimir. “Can I explore yours, Simmy?”
“Your kingdom, my queen.” He stepped closer in clear invitation, his stance wide and open, which made me both blush and clench my thighs together. “They’re sensitive, so be gentle at first. You can cup them like this,” he guided my hand, showing me how, “or stroke underneath.”
The weight surprised me. It was heavier than it looked, the skin loose and silky. I experimented with gentle squeezes, enthralled by how everything shifted in my grasp.
“Playing marbles, moonbeam?” Zane’s titter came from the nest of pillows. “Look at him, sweating like a nun in a whorehouse.”
“Hush, menace,” Koa muttered, his chin resting on my shoulder as he observed. “Let her learn.”
“They’re so warm.” My fingertips traced the delicate seam under his scrotum, earning a sharp inhale. “Like stones from a sunlit riverbed.”
I liked the way Casimir’s body responded to my touch: Thick veins rising along his shaft like braided rope, a bead of moisture welling at the tip.
“Simmy, can I…”
