Bound by Love's Gravity [The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Mia Ashlinn

  Unable to speak, she nodded vigorously.

  Deke snatched her off the stool and threw her over his shoulder. With a tap on her bottom, he took off. “If I have my way, you won’t be without us for a long time to come.”

  Not wanting to make a big deal of Deke’s declaration, she held back her surprised gasp. “I like that idea,” she croaked as Deke carried her through the door and started in the direction of their wing. “I like it a lot.”

  * * * *

  No sooner than Deke shut the door to their apartment, Adam had Sarah in his arms, threading his sizable hands through her hair. “Kiss me,” he whispered in a dark, sensual, irrefutable voice as he lowered his head to hers.

  Unable and unwilling to fight him, Sarah wound her arms around Adam’s strong neck and claimed his lips. Hesitant at first, her passion swelled as their closed mouths moved together sensuously. Desperately, she hungered for a taste of him, craving the wholly male flavor she knew only he had.

  Opening her lips in blatant invitation, she silently implored Adam to do the same. Immediately, he did, and she inhaled him, sweeping her tongue inside and curling it around his. Twining their tongues together, she mated them as one.

  Silently, Deke approached her from behind, pressing his overwhelmingly powerful body to hers. He anchored his hands on her hips, the heat scorching her from the inside out, and she squirmed. A moan erupted from her throat, only the wanton sound never escaped because Adam absorbed it, heightening the intensity of their kiss, taking control and consuming her all at once.

  Deke tightened his grip on her hips, digging his long fingers into her flesh until moving was no longer an option. He ground his rock-hard erection against her backside, murmuring, “See what you do to me, Sarah. You make me ache for you. My dick is throbbing, demanding I fuck you right now.” He swooped his head down, nuzzling the curve of her neck. “Do you know what I want to do?”

  She shivered, knowing whatever he was about to say would melt her faster than cotton candy in a feverish mouth.

  “I want to unzip my pants, jerk your dress up, and bury myself inside you. No preliminaries. No foreplay. Just raw, pure fucking—hard, fast, and furious. Then I want to hear you come. I want to feel your pussy clamp down on my cock, milking every damn ounce out of me.”

  Oh yes. If Adam would release her lips, she would have willingly begged Deke to do just what he wanted. She would have jerked her own dress up and bent over for him. She was that ready. But of course, Adam didn’t stop. He continued his toe-curling, panty-dropping kiss.

  “Do you know what Adam wants to do, sub?” Deke breathed against her neck. “He wants to do the exact same thing.”

  Adam pulled away quickly. “Yes I do,” he declared then reclaimed her lips, barely giving her time to catch her breath.

  Deke glided his hands down over her hips to the hem of the formfitting dress she’d worn just for them. “Foreplay is overrated sometimes,” he murmured as he toyed with the fabric’s edge. “Considering we’ve been preparing you for a week now, I think you’re ready to take us. Hell, I’m willing to bet you’re dripping wet at the thought of it.”

  He had no idea. She whimpered.

  “Let’s see,” Deke said, sliding his hands underneath her dress and lifting the material gradually, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He guided the fabric—up and up—until it bunched at her waist. “Is our sub’s pussy wet?”

  Does a spanked bottom turn red? Boy, it was a good thing her mouth was occupied. Otherwise, she would have learned all about red bottoms rather than being kissed within an inch of her life by one of her Doms while awaiting the adept touch of the other. And that would have been an erotic tragedy.

  Unexpectedly, Adam’s lax hold on her hair tensed as he seized a fistful of the strands and tugged mercilessly. The surprisingly severe sting stole over her scalp, and she moaned.

  Adam released her lips with a tormented groan. “God. You’re killing me, Sarah.”

  “Me too,” she squeaked as Deke slipped his hand between her body and Adam’s then directed it downward. “I’m dying here.”

  “Not yet, sub.” Deke’s hand continued its descent, gliding much too lazily, far too casually, for her impatient hormones. “But you will be by the time we let you come.”

  Sarah shuddered. “Please. Don’t torture me. Touch me.”

  Flashing one of his charming smiles, Adam asked shamelessly, “Who said anything about torturing you? We’re merely going to love you and worship your exquisite body.”

  Deke cupped her mound. “If she’s a good girl, we will. If she starts making demands like she just did, I’ll show her the meaning of torture.”

  Lust flared in her body. The prospect of being punished by her Doms had her blood boiling in her veins, her heart hammering in her chest, and she had to bite back a plea for more.

  Adam pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “I’ll help you, Deke.”

  “That goes without saying,” Deke countered as he finally burrowed between her slick folds. “Two Doms means double the pleasure and double the punishment for our sub. She knew that when she agreed to belong to us.”

  “I did know.” She gulped. “I do know.” And I’m not likely to forget.

  “Good girl,” Adam praised. “You know exactly what you want. Don’t you?”

  She nodded, squirming when Deke grazed her clitoris with the pad of his finger on his path to her weeping entrance. “Yes,” she hissed as he invaded her pussy with a single finger. “I want you. I want Deke.”

  “There’s no question you want us, sub,” Deke announced as he added a second finger then a third, slipping them in before sliding them back out. “Your soaked pussy says that loud and clear.” As though proving his point, Deke quickened his tempo, the sound of his digits sluicing through her copious juices singing through the heavy, sex-scented air. “The question is what do you want to do with us?”

  “You know,” she panted.

  “I want to hear you say it. Say the word, Sassy.”

  “Fuck.”

  Deke’s eyes widened, the chocolaty orbs glimmering in approval. “Good girl. Our language lessons have improved your bedroom vocabulary. We’ll have you dirty-talking in no time.”

  “Yes.” She moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck you. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

  Adam chuckled, releasing her hair before lifting his hands to unlock the grip she had on his neck. “We’ll get to that.” Bringing her hands down, he left her arms at her side. “After we get you out of these clothes.”

  What they did next caught her off guard, and she gasped. Deke eased his fingers out of her pussy, leaving her yearning for his skilled, sensual touch, while Adam grasped her dress and split it down the middle without a moment’s hesitation. She cringed at the sound of chiffon ripping. “No,” she protested.

  “Yes.”

  Sarah heard the determination in Deke’s low, rasping voice. The reality of what he was showing her, who he was allowing her to see underneath the aloof persona and pressed suits, hit her like a thunderbolt. She realized he was no longer himself. He didn’t see her as Sarah anymore. He was a Dom. She was his sub. And there was no changing that. Not that she or her body wanted him to.

  As the length of her dress gave way, Adam’s hands dove underneath the ragged pieces of fabric but never made a move to remove it. He snaked his hands around her waist before slithering them down to her derrière and cupping the globes. Wrenching her groin closer to his, he rubbed their crotches together.

  “Up,” Deke demanded as he encircled her waist, splaying his hands on both sides, and helped Adam lift her feet off the ground. “Wrap your legs around his waist.”

  She complied, enclosing Adam’s waist with her legs then hooking her ankles behind his broad back. The new position placed her pussy against his flawlessly cut torso. Unable to help herself, she undulated her hips, abrading his abdomen with her aching core. She felt her moisture saturating his sweater, but the cashmere wicked the fluid with ease.

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bsp; Deke worked his hands between her and Adam’s body, not allowing the cramped space to deter him. A second later, she heard a zipper being lowered then a rustle of fabric. The sound of a condom wrapper being torn open followed right behind it.

  Using his solid hold on her bottom, Adam rocked her hips forward then raised her higher. Beneath her rear there was a slight commotion, but it was forgotten the moment a sheathed cock prodded her opening.

  “I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime to do this.” The words barely passed Adam’s lips before he lowered her on his cock, impaling her with his aroused flesh bit by torturous bit. When he finally seated himself inside her fully, their groins touching intimately, he gave a gravelly groan.

  As her walls stretched to accommodate Adam’s mammoth erection, Sarah moaned. Sweetly, he held still, allowing her to adjust to his size. But when she wriggled, he started to move.

  Surging his hips upward, Adam tunneled inside her pussy, the thick shaft dragging along her walls deliciously. He continuously buried himself inside her, pushing and pulling, advancing and withdrawing.

  “Fuck,” Sarah cried out, to the chuckles of both men.

  Deke positioned his hands at her hips, aiding his partner’s frenzied movements for a moment. Then without warning, he lifted her off Adam, swiftly turned her, and speared her with his own condom-covered cock. He bounced her up and down, propelling his hips up as he slammed her hips down. “You want to fuck? We’re fucking you—one at a goddamn time.”

  She moaned, thrashing between them violently.

  Adam dropped to his knees behind her. As he did, Deke paused mid-thrust. Before she knew what was happening, Adam popped open the lid to something. “But one day, we’re going to fuck you together, sweet pea. Can you imagine it?”

  Yes, she could. Oh, how she could.

  A lubed finger dipped between her butt cheeks, skating smoothly yet swiftly. Adam glided his digit forward then back again. With each pass, he went just a little deeper. “You’re going to love us fucking both your holes. I’ll fill your hot, little cunt while Deke takes this ass.” His finger brushed her back entrance, a gentle caress that was both fleeting and arousing. “The pleasure will blow your mind, and you’ll never want it to stop. One orgasm will never be enough. We’ll have to fuck you together again and again.”

  Adam’s wicked words, the forbidden act he was preparing her for sent her lust soaring. She shook turbulently as the pure, raw passion poured into her veins like an addicting drug. Perspiration broke out on her skin, and she whimpered.

  Adam nudged her back hole with his finger as Deke seized her lips, kissing her voraciously. He eased the tip into her anus, pausing for a mere second before forging on. He relentlessly burrowed inside until he reached the tight ring of muscles that would fight his penetration. Instead of slowing, he pushed forward mercilessly.

  Fire bloomed in her ass, and she jerked her lips from Deke’s. “Oh,” she squealed, the scorching heat momentarily overwhelming her senses. Then the discomfort subsided, and a delicious heat spread. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

  Adam chuckled, his laugh edgy and dark. “I think someone likes my finger up her tight ass. She’s going to really love my dick.”

  “Get on with it.” Deke growled. “Her pussy is rippling around my dick. I need to fucking move.”

  Again, Adam chuckled. But he did as he was told. He slipped past her sphincter then fully embedded his finger. “Move,” he barked.

  And they both did. Deke advanced. Adam retreated. Then they switched, fucking her together, one with his finger and the other with his cock. As they continued on, Adam added another finger, shoving that digit inside her so deeply, so quickly that she screamed. And then she screamed again as Deke’s shaft swelled inside her.

  Feeling so full, a fever built inside her. The heat swelled until it crested, and she gave in to the burn. The fire ravaged her body, blazing through her veins and blistering everything in its path. She sobbed in euphoric ecstasy.

  The sound of her coming apparently tipped Deke over the edge. His entire body stiffened, the veins on his neck straining and his cock pulsating inside her as he filled the barrier between them. Unexpectedly, he threw his head back, roaring his release. But he didn’t stop there. In a hurry, he pulled out of her and handed her off to Adam, who immediately carried her to the giant bed.

  Dropping her on the mattress brutishly, Adam covered her body with his and was inside her in a flash. As he fucked her without restraint, his face grew tight, the features fierce. His body moved fast and frantic. His normally cultured character vanished. He was untamed. He was undomesticated. And he was all hers.

  Another orgasm careened through her, the rapture shattering her into a million pieces. Her breath caught, and she couldn’t manage a sound. Neither could Adam. He came in complete silence as cum blasted out of his cock and was caught by the condom he wore.

  Gasping, Adam rolled to the side and cuddled her to him. “I love you,” he whispered against her hair, his breath fanning through her strands.

  “Me, too,” she managed between pants.

  The bed dipped as Deke joined them. He spooned himself behind her, his already hardening cock bumping into her ass. “God, I lo—”

  She felt his body freeze, sensed his air stalling in his chest. “You don’t have to say it,” she murmured. “I can love you enough for the both of us. I can tell you enough for the both of us. It’ll work out.”

  Deke’s body relaxed then he said, “I loved fucking you, Sarah. But—”

  Her heart stopped. But?

  “I think I should make it up to you. Our first time wasn’t supposed to be like that. I wanted to take you slow and easy, to cherish every inch of you, to devote myself to your pleasure. But I lost control.”

  From the sound of Deke’s confused voice, losing control had never happened to him before. Of course, it hasn’t. He’s Mr. Control. He’s Mr. Cool. “Deke, you might not have taken it slow and easy. But you cherished me. You devoted your pleasure to me. Sometimes you need to let go. It honors and humbles me that you did with me. So thank you.”

  “You’re thanking me?” Deke asked, apparently shocked by her words. “I fucked you like an animal. Shit, we didn’t even take off your clothes.”

  “Who gives a crap whether you left on my clothes or not? It was hot. And I wanted it as badly as you did. I had no more control than you did.”

  “Well, you’re not the Dom.”

  Oh. Now Sarah got it. He’d broken his Dom code—always in control, always the one on top.

  Sighing, Adam threw in his thoughts. “I’m the Dom, too, and I fucking lost control. And damn it, I loved it.”

  Deke fell silent, as did Adam.

  “But if you really want to make it up to me, the night is young.” She didn’t particularly like saying those words. However, she knew that was what Deke needed. And despite his role as the Dom, she wanted to give him what he needed—in and out of the bedroom—whether he asked for it, demanded it, or said nothing at all.

  Heaving a harsh breath, Deke touched her hip gingerly. “Yes it is, Sassy. Yes, it is.”

  * * * *

  Ready to start the night anew and more than prepared to make up for his lack of control, Deke scooted away from Sarah. Using a gingerly touch, he rolled her flat onto her back on the mattress, making damn sure he kept her between his and Adam’s body on their bed. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”

  Blinking up at him with her spellbinding eyes, she locked their gazes, and his breathing grew heavier, more ragged. The air escaped his lungs in hot, moist respirations as he peered at her pretty face. “Speaking of my dress,” she whispered, “I need to thank you for getting it. You guys have great taste.”

  Huh? What dress? Deke knew his jaw had to have dropped. If not, he’d been doing a damn good job of hiding his puzzlement. Apparently, he wasn’t the only lost one. Adam turned over to his side in a rush, his huge body shaking the bed in his haste and bumping into Sarah’s with a grunt.

/>   Completely unaware of the sudden tension permeating the room, Sarah went on. “I’ve been dying to thank you guys for the presents.” She patted both of their chests. “The flowers, candy, and stuffed animals were terribly sweet. But goodness, the dress and jewelry were too much.” Sliding her lids closed, she sighed. “I hope you guys aren’t too mad that I’m saying something. I know how you like to secretly do things for me. But seriously, you both deserve to know how much I loved all of it.”

  Deke glanced at Adam, who stared back at him and shook his head. “I didn’t,” he mouthed. “Did you?”

  “No,” he mouthed back.

  Fluttering her eyelids open, she glanced at both of them, one at a time. “You know you’re going to spoil me. Right?”

  “Right,” Adam croaked with a frown.

  Evidently, his partner wasn’t going to set the record straight. Great. Fucking great. We need details, and he’s going to beat around the bush. I don’t fucking think so. “Sarah,” he started. But Adam promptly cut him off.

  “What was your favorite one, sweet pea?” he asked, flashing one of his charming smiles.

  For once in his life, Deke wanted to smack that expression off his partner’s face. He was using his charisma to trap their woman. And Deke didn’t like it. Not one damn bit.

  Sarah stared off into space as though seeing something he and Adam couldn’t. She wore the sappiest grin he’d ever seen, even from her. If he hadn’t been about to lose his mind and his heart wasn’t threatening to beat out of his chest, he would have watched her like that all night long.

  “Hmm,” Sarah said. “I really liked Deke’s class ring. You know how old-fashioned I am. I felt like one those college girls whose boyfriend pinned her.” Wistfully, she sighed. “I can’t imagine how happy I’ll be to wear your collar. It’ll be so romantic.”

  Silence. There wasn’t a noise, save their breathing.

  Sarah clearly misunderstood their reaction. She flushed a rosy red then rushed to correct what she’d seen as an overstep of her boundaries. “Not that you’re going to collar me. I mean. At least, not right now…maybe one day, if I’m lucky or good or whatever.” Averting her eyes, she added, “Man, I’m getting ahead of myself.” By the time she finished her rambling, she was breathing raggedly, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.