Juneau Heat by Tressie Lockwood

Shiya’s
breath hitched, and her heart tried jumping from her chest. So much for
appearing calm.
    Her dark
soon-to-be lover took the glass from her trembling fingers and raised her hand
to nip her inner wrist. “Do you like to be spanked?”
    She
shivered. “I think I might like it. I haven’t officially had it done.”
    “And what
about anal?” Birk suggested. “Do you like it?”
    “I’ve never
tried it.”
    Birk undid
the buttons on her dress and let it gap open a bit, revealing that she had
elected not to wear a bra. He skimmed his hand over her nipple, pebbling the
little bud. “And?” he demanded.
    “I think I
might try. I-I admit I’m nervous.”
    “We will
teach you,” Kotori assured her. “Oral?”
    “Oh yes,
giving and receiving.”
    “Mm, Shiya,
you are a perfect little human, aren’t you?” The deep rumble in Birk’s voice
washed over her. She leaned back against him, while Kotori pushed her dress up
her thighs. Her pussy clenched knowing soon he would not only see it but touch
her in the most intimate of ways.
    Wait, did he call me a perfect little
human?
    Kotori’s
finger flicked her clit, swollen behind the material of her thong. She moaned.
    “Easy, my
friend,” Birk told Kotori. “Shiya is different. We have to be sure about her.”
    She raised
her chin to meet Birk’s gaze. “I’m sure.”
    He kissed
her, threading his tongue into her mouth. She parted her lips wider and tasted
him with greedy hunger. Birk pulled her hand up to push into his hair. The
murmur of sound he made with his throat didn’t seem humanly possible. He liked
her stroking her fingers through his locks.
    Kotori
tucked his hands under her knees and jerked her forward a little. The movement
broke her and Birk’s kiss, and she looked over at him. Kotori’s unhappiness was
clear at being told to wait while Birk went ahead and kissed her. She leaned up
on her knees and gave him the same treatment. Their tongues met and curled
together. Kotori’s was so big it filled her mouth and sent tingles of pleasure
to her core.
    Unlike
Kotori, Birk waited until they were done before he continued. The tent in his
pants only belied his patient attitude. He drew her away from Kotori to sit
down.
    “Baby, my
friend likes it rough. To please you, he can tone it way down.”
    Birk eyed
Kotori. “But on the way over here, he also told me of your reaction when he
pinched your nipple on the trail.”
    “Damn, do
y’all tell each other everything?”
    Birk
whipped her onto his lap and raised her dress up to her waist. “Isn’t it
important for us to know if you like a little pain?”
    That made
her nervous, and a bit intrigued. She scooted off Birk’s lap and stood up. Both
men followed her movements as she raised the dress over her head and tossed it
aside. She liked her figure okay because she worked to keep it, and her breasts
were on the upper side of a C cup.
    Both Birk
and Kotori stared at her breasts, and then Kotori swore. She glanced at him and
smiled. He’d noticed her thong panties. She turned to the side and let him
look.
    “All the
way,” Birk commanded.
    Okay,
Kotori might like it rough, but Birk enjoyed giving orders. She spun for him
and waited for his approval.
    “Take them
off.”
    She put her
hands to the band.
    “No, wait.”
    She peered
over her shoulder at him. Birk stood and loosened his belt. Her gaze flew to
his face.
    “Do you or
don’t you like it rough, Shiya? We need to know now before we start. We will
always take our cues from you, and if you tell us to stop, we will, but if you
say you’re open to anything, we will do anything and everything in our
enjoyment of that lovely body. Do you understand?”
    She licked
her lips. “I understand. I want all you have to offer me. If I don’t like it,
you’ll know. But . . .” She hesitated.
    Birk waited
for her to speak again.
    “I don’t
know you that well. I want to, but can we take it a little slower tonight?” She
thought they would