Darkest Love (23 page)

“Rain! I love you so much!”

“Love you, gorgeous.” He tapped her chin up with a finger, making eye contact. All around the room shadows were playing in the light of the familiar candle. A breeze streamed in, fanning the mosquito net around the bed and causing Annie's journal papers to crackle on the table. It sounded almost like a satisfied cackle. “Annie. We've been through a lot together.”

“We've been through everything.” She was almost wailing. Her hand squeezed his. “Through hell and heaven. Rain, I found myself through you.”

“Same here.”

“Body and mind. I saw my past afresh. And the future I could see with you was so perfect. I couldn't understand why you couldn't see it, too.”

“Oh, Ann…”

“I thought you were stupid.” Now she was almost scolding. Rain suppressed a guffaw at her sudden shift. “So stupid! That you couldn't see what we had. That you'd let us fade away. Like you imagined what we have could just come along again.”

A cicada was chirping outside, signaling the arrival of nightfall. Rain pressed a finger to Annie's lips. Maybe now she would let him finish.

“Annie we've been through a lot together. I see now that we're natural partners. I need intensity—intellectual and physical—and I need someone who'll explore…” He shifted. “…dark things with me. By my side. Away from society's eyes.”

“I need the same.”

“That's why I'm going to quit academia. I want to move to the forest, maybe Alaska, or Quebec. And Annie...I want to marry you, but I have one condition.”

She froze. “Yes?”

“If I cheat, you accept it. You stay by my side. I don't know if I can ever be monogamous, but the last thing I want…” He squeezed her hand. “…is to lose you. Or hurt you by not being open about that from the very beginning.”

Rain could feel her breath warming him through his flimsy t-shirt, and her eyelashes fluttering in the scoop of his V-neck, over his chest hairs. “I thought you were going to suggest something new and kinky. Something violent. I was holding my breath.”

Rain stroked her hair. “I never want to hurt you again. And I never want you with anyone else. Is that clear too?”

She nodded on his chest, nose flicking over his pecs. Her bottom lip caught on the folds of his cotton tank as she hugged him tighter.

“You're too precious,” he whispered.

The cicada was chirping, breaking the blissful silence. Soon a whole group joined in, filling the hut with their rattling harmonies.

Annie spoke: “Can I set one condition?”

Rain froze up. What could this be?

“Rain, I want to sleep with you and Sola.” The unbelievable hazel eyes looked up at him through Annie's lashes, tinged with sunset pink. The moment was stamped on eternity. Rain listened for the flight of a bird outside, or the whoosh of a Kaamo boy running past on hyperactive legs.

Listening for omens.
With a mussing of his hair he shook himself out of it. He'd definitely been spending too much time with Princess Sola.

“You want…a threesome?”

She nodded. Rain exhaled. When his breath had left his body he did not take more in, but listened, noting the intensified silence in the room. The cicadas had stopped, the wind was still, and the room seemed to have shrunk to half its previous size. It was a small pink rosebud of a room, cozy and bursting with promise and anticipation.

That was sexual anticipation he could see in Annie's eyes. For the first time since their heartfelt talk began, Rain's penis stirred.

He hugged his new fiancé. He was definitely a lucky guy.

It began with the hottest kiss. Rain wanted to jump up and join in, but he was not allowed. He sat with his ass firmly in the chair as he'd been instructed. As the kiss heated up, his dick shot so high he tensed his buttocks, trying to calm the beast down and locking himself firmly in the chair.

Annie approached Sola, placing a caring hand at the back of the younger woman's head. The princess giggled.
Oh, God
. It was the most intoxicating sound: flirty and nervous at once.

One of Sola's eyes darted to Rain and back, aware–oh, so
very
aware–that she had an audience. It was as if she couldn't decide to whom she should give her full attention. Soon Annie won out.

Sharing a kiss sort of forces your attention in the direction of your partner, Rain supposed. Especially when—
oh sweet lord in heaven
—your nipples are already pressing against hers, both sets of buds craning through a flimsy cotton tank. It was happening: the pretty nipples of the two hottest sets of tits Rain had ever seen were just desperate to meet. As eager as their owners, and nowhere near as shy.

Perhaps there was a mystical universe of hotness where sweet sets hear of each other, the way Fiona Apple has certainly heard of FKA Twigs or Madonna. Like Plato's World of Forms, Rain reasoned, willing his ecstatic groin to calm down, only sexier and with a lot more tongue-on-nipple action.

Annie's big beautiful rack was courting Sola's perky princess tits, like the sexiest mother hen that ever walked the planet. Rain had a flashback to all the older woman/ younger woman porn he'd watched in his twenties and almost came that very second. This was archetypal. And yet none of those images had prepared him for the hotness of this.

Ohhhh.
When Annie and Sola's lips met, Rain's neck craned up in counterpoint to his cock, desperate not to miss a sexy second. Damn, why did the women have to tilt their heads so he couldn't see their expressions? He wanted to see every nervous cheek twitch, every shy eyelash bat, every flick of a horny tongue. Just thinking about it made him want to leap out of his chair, cross the room in two strides, insert his penis between the women's faces and instruct them to bond over that.

The kiss grew deeper. What started as a timid parting of their lips became a wet, slobbery meeting. Cries mingled with slips and slops of saliva as the woman worked each other's mouths: Annie more rhythmic and assured, Sola uneasy, flicking her chin around too much and disrupting the rhythm. The
slurp slurp
slurp
drove Rain absolutely crazy. Oh, how he wanted to add a bit of his own moisture to that mix. The slow parting of their lips made his whole chest fire up. It foretold the way their pussies would behave: tight and coy at first, teasing his cock, and then opening wider as he powered in.

He was dying to get started. But tonight was his turn to follow some rules. “You wait for the girls to get acquainted,” Annie had told him, voice stern but eyes flashing with excitement as they darted back and forth between him and Sola much the same way Sola's had darted between Rain and Annie. “The princess and your fiancé need to get to know each other. You've been with both of us; we have only just met.”

“We have just met, but our souls have long consorted,” Sola had added. Rain longed to make a quip about how the groundwork was laid, but held off. It sounded like the perfect quickie sex template to him.
Trust has already been established–soul-to-soul–and now it's just a simple matter of taking off your clothes, rubbing your tits together, licking between each other's legs and moaning as you take turns sucking my cock. Then maybe you can lock clits and scissor while I watch. Your legs and arms will flail, forming a fan-shape, like the arms of Ganesh.

“We need to get acquainted,” Annie had finished, breasts bouncing. “You sit down, Rain.”

He'd had no choice but to submit to their demands, a situation he certainly wasn't used to.

Now the kiss was reaching equilibrium. The openings and closings of lips were assured. The heads turned this way and that with confidence:
left, right, left, right.
The tits were chummy and intimate–they met, then pulled apart as if they were whispering to each other, like school girls at an interracial sleepover.

Rain felt certain Annie and Sola were ready to move on to something else. Annie's hands were twitching, grasping Sola's hips before falling away. Sola's fingers had risen once to brush Annie's nipples and the soft cry from his woman's throat had almost made Rain stand up, break them up, and give Annie a quick kiss so it didn't look too rude and sudden when he shoved his cock in her mouth.

Sola was gripping the bottom of Annie's t-shirt. The cotton was balled in her fist and she was pulling at it, as if she was eager to move up to the next level of this fascinating game but didn't know what to do next. Finally, with the patience of a mother correcting her daughter's cross-stitching error, Annie took the fabric from Sola's hand and surrounded the princess's fingers with her own. The women's eyes met, shining, and Rain didn't know whether to laugh along or feel alone and confused when they both burst into giggles. Happily, this was soon followed by a lusty stroke of Annie's breast by Sola's free hand.

“Rain. She has the breasts of our perfect sex goddess, Ishtu Kla. She is depicted this way only when she is fertile and young, driving the men wild.”

Nice.
Rain wished he had been smart enough to give Annie lots of mystical compliments like that. Because his fiancé rewarded Sola with a tender brush of a hand that began on Sola's cheek, as if to say
aren't you sweet and don't you choose your words well?
And it did not stop there. The hand continued to the princess's abdomen and dived between her legs. There it fingered the clit that Rain himself had been the first to touch, only weeks earlier.

Sola's mouth opened in an ecstatic O. Her eyes returned Annie's warmth, shining with gratitude. Rain wasn't sure whose face to look at. There were too many tits, too many curves, too many fascinating, coy and smoking-hot little displays of affection. He felt like he wanted to stand up and tear a hole through the very space around him, the spectacle was driving him crazy.

Oh….
Yeah!

Now Sola was rolling Annie's skirt down. With a giggle and a caress of Annie's hips, she unfastened it and it dropped to the floor. Rain's eyes locked on Annie's slit, shaved to perfection in New York or Sydney. He had always loved the shape of it. Both women had tiny, contained pussies: neat slits that gave nothing away. They reminded him of shy, aloof women: the ones you meet in cafes who have a certain cold sexiness that makes you want to get closer.

Looking between Annie's legs once, he had thought her spirit was there: her intellect was so sharp, her thinking so cogent, her words so elegant, and the girl she described from her childhood so pure and feminine and untroubled. Why had she ruined everything, opening herself up to assholes in her college party years? She should have followed the model of her dainty slit, which was, like Annie herself, refined and self-contained by nature.

Instead, she had opened herself for all those guys. Her slit and her mind and her heart had all been sullied for a time.

Not anymore.
Annie was his now. Rain's somber thoughts faded as Sola pulled the skirt away, instructing Annie to step over the hoop of fabric so she didn't trip. Annie's breasts bounced with each step—first the left jiggling, then the right—and her hand on the shoulder of the kneeling Sola gave her the look of a dominatrix. It looked like Annie was instructing her sub to kneel down and get to work with the oral sex.

Rain knew the hand was really just so Annie could steady herself. However, when Sola had removed the skirt fully and flung it across the room, almost totaling a candle, she did not rise to her feet. Instead she planted her lips softly on the hairless space between Annie's legs…

Rain was happy to let his initial fantasy pan out. Annie was the busty matron, instructing a younger woman to give her sensual pleasure.

The young have so much to give…Such potential…

Rain recalled all the resumes from undergraduate interns who had applied to work for him and Annie. Many of the females were eager to meet Annie Childs and absorb her woman-centric, feminist take on anthropology. He remembered a few of them had described themselves as
hungry
. Rain smirked. He knew it meant
ambitious
in that context. But now, watching Sola eating Annie out like her pussy was a never-ending buffet of treats—treats that must have been good because they were definitely making her moan—it was difficult not to let his mind wander.

How many of those women could we have seduced?

Never mind.
He snapped back to the scene as Sola cooed into Annie's clitoris, producing a rumble that was obviously pleasurable; it registered on Annie's face. Rain's body responded too–the last to be hit by a sexual shock wave.
Epicenter: Sola's tongue.
A hot feeling spread though his groin and the chair screeched forward.

He had powered it with an involuntary thrust.

To Rain's horror, the women looked around, startled. Sola's lips were off Annie's slit. Her amber eyes sparkled. Her face was flushed in the naughty manner of one who has just given oral pleasure. Rain shook his head, waving a hand, trying to signal
don't stop
.

“Can I get up now, ladies? This is torture.”

“We need to get warmed up, Rain.”

“You already said that. Hurry up.”

Annie's wink and dark eyes were hotness personified.

“I was just imagining the princess was your serving girl and you were taking advantage of her. Making her do your pedicure, then lick your clit.” Rain rose slowly to his feet, watching the women's expressions. When neither of them tutted he rose straight up. They both looked eager and horny–and both sets of eyes were on the tent in his pants. “That could get us in trouble, you know.”

“I am a princess, Rain,” Sola said testily, still on her knees. “If I choose to go down and serve, whether with Annie or as I did with you, I do it. It is my decree.” Her eyes flashed. “And not your choice. Mine.”

Rain laughed, taking his first predatory step forward. “You know little of Western political correctness, Sola. We would get in
real
trouble for that fantasy.” He enjoyed the way the women had teamed against him. Sola had a hand on Annie's abdomen, gently stroking, occasionally walking her fingers up to tickle the underside of her enormous DD breasts. Annie had a hand on Sola's head, stroking her hair, like a mother protective of her charge.