A Stroke Of Midnight   ::   Гамильтон Лорел

Nicca said, “What if Kitto almost lies under Merry, with her head resting on his stomach?”

We tried it. It took some maneuvering, especially to find a comfortable way for Kitto’s legs to be underneath me. Nicca suggested that Kitto turn over on his stomach, which probably would have been easier, but I vetoed it. I wanted the press of him against my head. I wanted not just Kitto’s body, but a very specific part, to be my pillow. I wanted the sensation of it, and I wanted to give Kitto at least that much. He’d given up his place for intercourse, and for oral sex. He deserved at least to be touched.

So I lay back against the line of Kitto’s body, and my head was cradled on a pillow that was so warm, so firm, so erotic. I rubbed my head against that firm pillow, and Kitto cried out.

“A little less body language, Merry, or he’ll go before anyone else,” Galen said, but he smiled when he said it, shaking his head.

I stopped rubbing, and just lay there with my head pressed against Kitto. “What?” I asked.

“Just watching how happy that made you.”

“Do you have a problem with it?” I asked.

“No,” he said, and grinned suddenly, “and I can prove it.” He crawled to us, and arched his body above my face, knees on one side, hands on the other. I wrapped my hands around him, and squeezed gently. It brought his breath out in a shuddering laugh. “Stop that.”

“Why?” I asked, and put my other hand at his balls, cupping them, while I stroked along the length of him. I’d touched Galen hundreds of times by now, but I never quite got over the marvel of being allowed to touch him. I think it was because I’d wanted him long before it had occurred to me to want any of the other guards. They had been untouchable, and almost invisible to me, as I’d been to them. But Galen, he had always been real to me.

He looked at Nicca and said, in a voice that couldn’t quite control itself, “I’d hurry if I were you, Nicca. She is so not going to behave herself.”

Nicca gave that uniquely masculine laugh. “I’m not finishing until she does, I’ll warn you of that now.”

I ran my thumb over the round tip of him, and rubbed my head against Kitto at the same time. Galen shuddered for me, and Kitto made another satisfying cry. “We’ll do our best,” Galen said. He gazed down at me, smiling, eyes a little wide. “Is this a test of how much control we have?”

“No,” I said.

“You’re mad because I’ve said no to this for so long, aren’t you?”

I thought about that for a second or two, then frowned.