Sang Unleashed

Chapter Five

The drive to Mr. Blackbourne’s house began quietly, with soft violin music playing in the background. I could tell that he had a lot to say, but was struggling with where to begin. Tension was evident in the hard line of his jaw. Tentatively, I reach to place my hand gently over his forearm. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel. Maybe I had gone too far today. Maybe he was rethinking this sharing idea.

“D-did I do something wrong, Mr. Blackbourne?” I ask quietly.

Mr. Blackbourne’s back stiffens and he glances over at me quickly before returning his eyes to the road.

“No, of course not, Miss Sorenson” he replies. “I’m just wondering if we’re going about this all wrong.”

“Going about what?” I ask.

“This relationship” he replies simply.

I’m confused. Does he mean that I am moving too fast with the other boys? Or does he mean his relationship with me, specifically.

“I’m not sure I understand” I start. “Did I go too far today? I really am just curious.”

“I understand your curiosity, Miss Sorenson” Mr. Blackbourne responds. “But I was referring to the way we’re presenting ourselves to you. By putting you in complete control of every interaction, it seems to be causing the boys a bit of stage fright. And premature ejaculation.”

The last bit is said with that millimeter smile. I’m relieved now. Maybe my night with Mr. Blackbourne has been setup so that I can get my curiosity under control and we can go back to normal. Although I’m not sure we can go back to normal now. Now that I know what comes after kissing, I want to explore that more. With each of them.

“I had thought that you would want this to be like the kissing” I start. “You know, with me taking the first step. Do you think that’s a bad idea now?”

“No. You need to be the one taking things further with your partner, whoever that may be” Mr. Blackbourne says. “But I think this is going to be a slow process, judging by the reactions you’ve gotten so far.”

I sigh, knowing he’s right. If North can’t even hold himself back, I can’t imagine how someone extra sensitive like Gabriel will be able to.

“I just wanted to look and touch” I say. “I didn’t realize talking would affect them so much.”

Mr. Blackbourne shifts in his seat in an uncharacteristic show of discomfort. Is he being affected by my words as well? We aren’t even talking about details, just theoreticals right now.

“Yes, well, Kota reported that you didn’t say anything to him” Mr. Blackbourne begins.

I blush, remembering my moments with Kota. I had tasted him. Dr. Green had glossed over foreplay in his lesson, choosing to focus on pleasuring ourselves and the basics of how sex works, but I do remember him saying that oral pleasure was something partners often indulged in. Would one of the guys be willing to teach me more about that? Am I ready to learn more about that?

“I didn’t realize he would react so severely to that” I say.

“That’s one of the issues we need to discuss, Miss Sorenson” Mr. Blackbourne starts. “Some of our family has experience and some of our family does not. I don’t want to tell you who you can and cannot experiment with, but I just want you to know what to expect.”

“Kota said the same thing” I say. “But then North exploded before I could even touch him, so I’m not sure if the amount of experience they have matters.”

I know that I sound petulant, but two of the four penises I have attempted to touch today have erupted before I could even see them. And the other two erupted after just a few seconds. Will I ever get the opportunity to simply explore?

Mr. Blackbourne coughs, trying to hide a laugh and I smile. I’ve never been able to get much of a reaction from him, other than that millimeter smile. Any laugh, even one he tries to hide, is something I want to treasure.

We arrive at Mr. Blackbourne’s condo and I’m surprised to recognize the street.

“Doesn’t Dr. Green live around the corner?” I ask.

“Yes” Mr. Blackbourne replies simply.

Mr. Blackbourne stops the car and hurries around to help me from my seat before reaching in back for my overnight bag. It seems much too small for something Gabriel packed, but I ignore the thought for now.

We step into a pristine and simply decorated living room. I see accents of grey throughout, but the predominant colors are varying shades of white. I’ll have to be extra careful in this place.

“This is beautiful, Mr. Blackbourne” I say.

“Thank you” he replies. “But if you don’t mind, while we’re here, in this capacity, please call me Owen.”

Surprised, I blurt “This capacity?”

“Yes, Sang” he starts, guiding me to the couch by a hand at the small of my back. “Owen and Sang, two members of a large family.”

I frown, my name sounding strange on his lips. “Owen” I test while I sit next to him on the soft couch. It sounds much more casual and I’m not sure if I like it.

“I just thought it would make you feel more comfortable with me” Mr. Blackbourne explains. “Since you’ll be sleeping here with me. Unlike Dr. Green’s condo, I only have one bedroom here. I know you share the bed with the rest of the family, and if you’re uncomfortable sharing mine, there’s always the couch.”

“Mr. Blackbourne, no” I reply, still uncomfortable using his first name for some reason. “As long as you don’t mind, I’ll be just fine sleeping in your bed.”

I lean across, intending to kiss his cheek. I miss a bit and end up pressing my lips to the corner of his mouth. We both freeze, unmoving. I don’t even think I’m breathing. I pull back to apologize, but he follows my movements. He places a lingering kiss on the corner of my lips and I realize that he, like Kota, is still following the first kiss rule and with a start also realize that this is our first kiss. I turn my head slightly and meet his lips softly with my own. More a question than a kiss.

Of all the boys in our family, Mr. Blackbourne and I have made the least amount of progress intimately. I had assumed our lack of touching had more to do with the Ashley Waters job than anything else, but now I’m beginning to wonder if he’s just been waiting for me.

Mr. Blackbourne surprises me by grabbing my hips and situating me so that I’m straddling him on the couch. The air shifting while I’m being moved, reminds me that I’m still not wearing any underwear. But I quickly forget about everything that isn’t Mr. Blackbourne as his lips and tongue plunders my mouth and his hands roam my back.

I moan at the sensations he’s creating and grind into his hardening length beneath me, which I can feel so clearly through his thin slacks and my lack of underwear. He groans in response and lifts his hips up to meet mine. I feel his hand wandering from my back to my hip, to my thigh and finally, to my core where I need him. He growls when he realizes there’s nothing guarding his fingers from touching my bare skin and I shiver in response. He sounds primal, nothing like that buttoned up Mr. Blackbourne that I’m used to. This, this sounds like someone I could call Owen.

So I do, I repeatedly whisper his name like a prayer while he strokes me and I grind further down on his erection. His rather large erection, I notice when I look down.

“Can I touch you?” I ask.

“No” he responds brusquely. But before I can argue he adds, “but you’re going to let me taste you. All of you.”

I can only nod in response to the command in his voice. I’ve always loved his commanding presence and it’s even more alluring in this setting.

He pulls his mouth away from mine only long enough to remove my shirt, exposing all of my top half to him immediately since I chose to wear a simple shirt with a built-in bra. He groans at the sight and place both of his warm palms over my nipples. I arch my back at the sensation and issue a groan of my own. Mr. Blackbourne leans in to lick, kiss and suckle his way down my neck to my chest. He circles one nipple with his tongue and then trails his mouth over to the other, giving it the same attention. He repeats his ministrations several times before I’m clutching his shoulders and begging for some sort of mercy.

With me still in his arms, he turns so that I’m laid out on the couch with my head resting on the arm. Once he has me situated on the couch, he moves so that both of my legs are draped over his shoulders. He bends down and rubs his nose along my thigh, inching closer and closer to my core.

“You smell absolutely divine” he murmurs, brushing a kiss along my folds.

“Please, Owen” I pant.

“Easier to say my name now, is it?” he chuckles before licking my slit from bottom to top.

I moan his name again and he takes pity on me, sliding his tongue further into me. I gasp and reach for something to hold on to and end up with my fingers in his hair. He moans at my touch and the vibrations send my whole body into a round of shivers.

He takes his time, alternating thrusting his tongue into me and circling my sensitive nub. My body is writhing and my moans are loud in the quiet room, but I can’t bring myself to be embarrassed. Not when I’m laid out for him like this and his reactions are so intense.

Just when I think I’m about to go crazy with need, he presses a finger into me and circles my clit with his tongue again, pressing harder than he has been. I squeeze my fists in his hair and press myself closer to his mouth, trying to get more. More pressure, more sensation, just more. Mr. Blackbourne pulls back, looking up at me with determination.

“You taste divine, Miss Sorenson” he says, reverting back to my last name. “I could sit here and taste you all day, but I believe that would be unfair to you as you seem to need to go over. Will you ask me, Sang? Will you ask for permission to cum?”

I moan and writhe at the filthy way he’s talking to me. This is exactly how the men in my novels talk to the heroine and I can’t help but compare the two. The biggest difference I notice, is that Mr. Blackbourne is mine and coming from his mouth the words don’t seem filthy. They’re exciting and naughty, yes. But for him, it just feels natural.

“Please, Mr. Blackbourne” I beg. “Please let me cum.”

He growls his approval and returns to licking and sucking my core. My body is vibrating with need, but I can’t go over. I need more.

He places two fingers at my entrance and slowly slides them into me. At the same time he licks my clit before gently biting down. I explode all around and cry out. My silent cry is replaced by low moans as he laps up my release. I’m a quivering mess before he finally looks up and meets my eyes.

“Absolutely perfect” he murmurs.

“I quite agree” I hear Dr. Green say from somewhere near the door.

Mr. Blackbourne presses a hand to my chest to keep me from jumping up, but he can’t stop my stammering.

“D-d-r. Green! When did you get here?” I ask at the same time Mr. Blackbourne says, “She started it.”

Appalled, I sit up to cover myself and say “I did not!”

Dr. Green laughs while leaning against the doorway. “I got here sometime before the begging” he says, eyes twinkling. “Honestly, Pookie, dirty talk looks good on you.”

Mr. Blackbourne straightens himself out on the couch and pulls me into his lap, which I assume is to mask the gigantic erection I can feel poking me. “Yes, well, like I said, she started it and we got a bit carried away” he says.

I huff and turn to glare at him, “excuse me, Mr. ‘Now I’m Going To Taste You’, but all I did was kiss you.”

“You kissed me and then asked to touch me” Mr. Blackbourne responds, smiling. A real smile! “No way was I going to end up exploding like the rest of the guys. I had to distract you.”

“And what a distraction” Dr. Green adds. “I completely forgot why I came over here.”

Dr. Green walks to the couch and takes a seat by the arm, which is where my head had been just a few moments ago. I turn in Mr. Blackbourne’s lap so that I’m facing Dr. Green and hear Mr. Blackbourne’s low groan in my ear when I lightly brush against his still bulging erection. I smile over at him, brushing a kiss across his lips.

“Not that I’m not happy you are” I say. “But why are you here?” I ask, turning my attention back to Dr. Green.

“Oh!” he exclaims. “We have to discuss the Academy job and you have to decide if you’re willing to take it. It will require spending lots of time with me and eating too much ice cream. I’m not really sure what there is to think about, but do you have any questions?”

“It entails quite a bit more than Dr. Green is implying” Mr. Blackbourne interjects. “You will need to try to speak with one or more of the children at some point during the week.”

“How old are the children?” I ask nervously.

“None of the children are older than 10, but we’re asking you to focus on the 8 year-old boy and the 9 year-old girl” Mr. Blackbourne explains.

“So I just casually talk to them and try to find out if they’re being touched inappropriately?” I ask.

“That pretty much sums it up” Dr. Green says. “Plus, ice cream and time with me.”

“Ok” I reply. “It sounds like something I’m comfortable doing. When do I start?”

“We’ll get everything setup tomorrow and you can expect to start Monday afternoon” Mr. Blackbourne says. “I just want to warn you, to prepare for the first day you’ll be staying with Dr. Green Sunday night.”

“Why would you need to warn me about that?” I ask.

“Because the rest of the family will be vying for more private time with you now that you’re experimenting sexually” Mr. Blackbourne states, matter-of-factly. “You need to be able to tell them if/when you already have plans, or even if you genuinely need to rest.”

“That reminds me” I start, not sure how to phrase my question. “Since I’ve been intimate with some of them, everyone seems a bit less jealous now. Is that normal? Also, is it normal for some of them to be comfortable touching me or being touched by me while one of the others is near or even while one of the others is touching me?”

“You mean as in the situation with Gabriel and Luke earlier today?” Mr. Blackbourne clarifies.

“Yes” I answer hesitantly. No one quite knows the extent of touching that went on between the three of us, but it’s pretty easy to guess.

“That will depend on the individuals, or pairs as it is” Mr. Blackbourne responds.

“For instance, Owen and I might both be present on occasion with you, Pookie” Dr. Green adds. “There are things I would like to try with you, when you’re ready of course, that require another person being there.”

“Sean, I think…” Mr. Blackbourne starts before I interrupt.

“What things?” I ask curiously. I know I still don’t know every single thing about sex, but what could possibly require three people?

“Miss Sorenson” Mr. Blackbourne says, getting my attention. “Today has been a very educational day, but I think we should save some things for another day, perhaps.”

“What things?” I ask again. Seriously, three people? Two guys and me? That’s two penises, one vagina. My mouth? My hands? What things? What is this extra person supposed to do while Dr. Green is inside me?

“Sang, what do you know about anal?” Dr. Green asks.

“Uh, that some girls do it and some girls don’t?” I respond. “That some guys like it and some guys don’t.”

“And where did you get that information?” he continues.

“One of those explicit novels I told you about” I answer.

“Okay, well, it’s just something I want to try. One of these days” Dr. Green finishes.

Anal? But that doesn’t explain what that third person would be doing while Dr. Green is inside me. And then I realize what he’s saying. My eyes widen and I blush.

“That would be...interesting” I say, meeting Mr. Blackbourne’s gaze.

“Right” Mr. Blackbourne says, addressing Dr. Green. “It appears everything is situated for the assignment and it’s getting quite late.”

“I can take a hint” Dr. Green says, smiling. “Walk me out, Pookie?”

I jump to my feet and follow him to the door. He presses me back against the wall and kisses me fiercely.

“You looked radiant in there” he whispers. “I can’t wait to get you alone Sunday night.”

With that, he walks out the door, leaving me panting and on edge. Again.