Page 52 of Five to Love Him
Hands settled on my legs, my hip. “Leo. Are you ready?”
My throat was dry. I nodded. “Yes.”
“And…you still want to?”
“I do. You do, too, right?”
Subdued laughter came from one or two of them. “Yes. Very much so. We’ll show you in a moment. We’ll have to undress you. We’ll go slowly. Tell us if you want us to stop, okay?”
“Yeah. Uh. You too.”
“We promise,” they said and kissed me.
It was just the one who didn’t have a shirt on. His body was warm—I imagined that or maybe it was because I was enjoying waking in a warm bed for once, but his mouth, his mouth was like a small, glowing flame that I tried to take into myself.
He—they—were so much better at kissing than I was. Jealousy struck, a possessive urge. Mates weren’t supposed to kiss other people, Instructor Arick hadn’t said that, but it was implied. Logically, I knew they had a past, my mind was simply spinning as the moment stretched and my thoughts scattered all over the place.
“So good,” one of them whispered into my ear while they pulled my shirt off my shoulders. I’d not even noticed them undoing the buttons.
Before long, the noises in the room distracted me. The other hivelings were stripping, I watched them out of the corner of my eye while all of them were focused on me.
I moaned, interrupting the kiss when they pulled my pants down, touched my cock. The hiveling who’d been kissing me shifted his—their—attention to my neck, and I shivered, jerked in their arms.
“Leo, you are so sensitive.” “We have to be careful. If we touch you too much, then it’ll be over too quickly.”
“W-what are you saying?” I looked around as they coaxed me into a semi-sitting position, stripping me all the way.
One of them caught my eyes. “We don’t want you to cum too fast.”
“Oh. Right. Yeah, I guess that makes seee-aah!”
One of them was running his hot tongue over my left nipple while another rubbed the right one between his fingers. The intensity of the sensation was unreal, nothing like trying this by myself.
“Is it good?” they whispered in my ear. “Do you like being licked?”
“Hnngh…it’s…I like it,” I said, not thinking at all.
“You look like you like it,” another one said, and when I turned my head to see where they were, it gave them an opening to get to my neck once more, kiss and suck, probably marking me.
I made an awfully embarrassing sound, my body tingling, my fingers curling around thin air, and with my vision blurring slightly, I couldn’t see which one of them lifted me and adjusted me to their liking or which were still administering their kisses and touches.
I had no idea whether this was normal for sex with a hive—I knew this wasn’t even really sex yet—but I was pretty sure they had the advantage here, could turn me into soft putty in their hands. All their hands, ten of them. Heavens knew what all they could do with those.
twenty-four
We were the luckiest of all the hives, had the best gleaming one anyone could wish for. Leo trembled and shivered at our every touch, and the feeling of his goose bumps under our fingers was addictive.
We lifted him into the lap of one, the friction of his heated skin against ours more erotic than anything we could have ever dreamed up. We made sure to keep an eye on him. The past should stay in the past, but the memory of that room we had been locked in, of what had happened, it loomed like a shadow. The best we could do was ignore it and make sure Leo never knew anything even remotely as painful as that had been.
That was why we would be going very slowly. We wanted everything at once, wanted to experience every way in which a hive could enjoy pleasure with their gleaming one, but giving Leo time to adjust to being intimate was paramount.
In our arms he was falling into pleasure, allowing us to hook his leg over our shoulder so we could kiss his knee and all the way up his thigh. We ignored his erection, his cock flushed and dripping precum. Instead, we trailed our tongue over his balls while we sucked at the skin in the crook of his neck and grazed his nipples with our teeth.
He made a brief, high-pitched noise before falling quiet. It was only when we stopped licking his balls that he breathed out, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to touch himself.
We knew it would be over then. He was overstimulated, not because we had made a particular effort to do so but because he had no tolerance, was still getting over not having been touched in too long.
“Let us take care of you, Leo.”
