Sleeping Beauty (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Beth D. Carter

  “Wow,” she whispered, awe evident in his voice. “I’ve never dreamed sex could feel like that.”

  “That was only foreplay, honey,” he told her and watched with amusement as her eyes widened.

  He winced again and adjusted his dick even more. He was going to have to excuse himself soon and jack off in the bathroom. Hell, it wouldn’t take long at all for him to come. In fact, one good rub against the restraints of his pants and his jizz would be making a messy deposit.

  “How do I take care of you?” she asked him.

  His eyes shot to her and he saw that her gaze was focused on the bulge at his groin.

  “You don’t have to,” he said. “This was for you.”

  She reached out and tentatively touched the front of his pants. His cock pushed against the material, as if wanting out. He closed his eyes for a moment, swallowing hard to pull back from the edge. Fuck, one little innocent touch of her hand and he was ready to explode.

  “You swallowed me, I want to do the same to you,” she told him.

  “Honey, you have no idea what you just said.”

  “Yes, I do. I listened to my nannies, remember? They used to talk about licking men’s cocks.”

  Just like that, he knew he was a goner.

  He undid his pants and slid them down, gently easing his swollen member from the confines. She stared at his cock like it was some strange, fascinating creature.

  “What do I do?” she asked.

  “Stroking me like this feels really nice,” he said, clenching his molars together so he wouldn’t spurt. “It’s called a hand job.”

  “What about the licking part?”

  He closed his eyes with a groan. “Oh god, sweetheart. You can take me into your mouth. No teeth, but use your tongue to caress me. Even tongue the hole.”

  And then she took over from him, wrapping her hand around his girth and kissing the tip. His hips surged forward and his cock banged against her lips.

  “You’re so big,” she murmured in her exploration and delight. “Are all men this big?”

  “I don’t know. I’m a little bigger than Noah.”

  “Where did you put this the night I watched you two in the forest?”

  “Holy fuck, you watched us? Shit, that’s hot. Did it turn you on?”

  “Yes. I wanted to be with you both.”

  “Ah, Alivia. You’re so fucking sexy.”

  “So where did you put this?”

  “When men fuck a cock goes up the ass.”

  Her eyes widened. “And that feels good?”

  “It’s incredible. There’s a spot inside up there that is a pleasure spot. When a cock hits it, or a finger, it’s the most intense feeling in the world.”

  “Do women have this pleasure spot in the ass?”

  “Yours is in your pussy,” he told her, breathing deeply as her hand gently rubbed up and down. “But you can still find anal sex pleasurable. Especially if you have a cock in front and a cock in the back.”

  “Two men?” she asked, wide eyed but definitely intrigued. “Could you and Noah do this to me?”

  “Yes. But don’t you want to save yourself?”

  “Save myself for what?”

  “Not what. Who. A husband, maybe? To please your benevolent mother?”

  Her hand paused and she dropped her gaze. Ronan was calling himself all kinds of stupid for saying this now, when his dick needed badly to explode. But then she began pumping again, a little quicker and whole lot more determined.

  “No. Not for a life I no longer have and not for a who. For you and Noah. I want you both to be mine. My lovers.” And that was all she said because the next moment her lips were wrapped around his cock, then the wet warmth of her mouth was sliding over him. His eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned his excitement.

  For a novice, she learned quickly. She French-kissed the tip, sliding her tongue into the hole, licking off the pre-cum he knew had to be dripping like a faucet. Then she took him into her mouth, as far as she could. He felt the muscles in the back of her throat moving, working to accommodate his girth. He slid his fingers into the red strands of her hair to teach her how to go up and down while her fingers worked the base.

  And he knew he wasn’t going to last long. He felt his balls drawing up, getting ready to blast a huge load of cum.

  “I’m going to come,” he grunted. “Can you take me, sweetheart? Can you swallow me down?”

  “Uh,” she managed to say around his cock stuffed in her mouth. Then she sealed her lips around him, not letting him go and he got his answer.

  “Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck! Oh fuck! Alivia!”

  With a loud shout of her name, he erupted. He felt her trying to keep up with the pulses of release jetting into her hot little mouth. Every time she swallowed the muscles caressed the shaft, sending another wave over him. When he was done, he collapsed boneless against the bed and looked at her through half-open eyes.

  A dribble of white cum lay on her chin, near her lip and it made her look so fucking sexy. He wiped it off with his finger before sliding his hand into her hair. He brought her up against him and kissed her, tasting his own salty bitterness lingering on her tongue.

  “You are so beautiful,” he murmured against her lips.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Noah kept whittling at the tie that bound his ankles. The hard plastic bit into his skin, breaking the flesh and leaving bloody sores unable to scab over. Yes, it hurt like a son of a bitch, but he tried his best to ignore the constant throb.

  He knew whatever Max was planning for him wasn’t going to be pleasant. Five years ago, Noah found himself slightly too old to be valuable to Max and he knew it was only a matter of time before he would be sold off. And Noah knew that he’d be lucky if he survived past his next birthday. Being sold didn’t mean he’d go to one person, it meant that he’d be lucky not to be gang raped every damn night by whatever ship bought him. Twinks were usually the passengers for long-term exploration vessels, pirates, or the sadistic pleasure barges.

  He knew if he was going to survive he couldn’t be put up for auction. Max had brought him and three other Twinks to Isaren to sell and Noah waited for the perfect opportunity to escape. Isaren was the perfect place to disappear because the toxic atmosphere prevented extensive searching.

  But Max must have sensed something because the night Noah ran, Max came after him. And Noah ended up sinking a knife in the man’s torso.

  Now, Max had him again and Noah knew his old pimp wasn’t going to settle for less than his pound of flesh. Despite the bravery he showed earlier, Noah had to be honest with himself and admit he was slightly scared of the retribution coming his way.

  He also thought about Alivia. And Ronan.

  Would he ever see them again?

  He had no doubt Ronan would try to rescue him and the thought that he could be hurt made Noah’s stomach clench.

  But he didn’t have time to dwell too much on that line of thought because Max walked back into the small room where Noah was being held. In his hand was a shiny, sharp knife.

  Noah’s insides froze.

  “To use your words, payback will be a bitch.”

  * * * *

  Ronan couldn’t sleep so he rose early and settled the account with the station’s mechanic as well as unloaded his salvage cargo to put into storage for Charter. Then he spent time checking the ship’s systems, making sure the kitchen was clean, pacing, and finally, brooding.

  He was sitting with his chin resting on his knuckles when Alivia’s arms encircled him from behind.

  “Any news from Charter?” she asked in a sleep-husky voice.

  His cock immediately hardened. He shifted on the chair, trying to ease the tightness in his pants. “None.”

  “Worried?”

  “Anxious more like it,” he replied. “It’s been twelve hours since Noah was taken. I’m trying not to think about what Max has done to him.”

  She pulled back and circled around
till she faced him. “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t know all of what Max did to Noah, or what Noah did over the years,” he said. “He was going to be sold and had to escape, but Max came after him with a knife. Noah wrestled it away.”

  “What happened?”

  “He buried it in Max’s belly.”

  Her eyes widened. “Oh, no. We have to rescue Noah!”

  At that moment, the ship’s com link beeped. Alivia jumped but Ronan immediately hit the open channel.

  “You there, Ronan?” Charter asked.

  “Go ahead, Charter,” Ronan said. “Tell me good news.”

  “It’s all rigged up, chap,” Charter told him. “I called in a few favors and greased some palms so the enforcers will turn a blind eye. The gas will be distributed through the ventilation ducts on the tenth floor in a half hour and be pumped for fifteen minutes. So get Noah and get out.”

  “Got it. I’ve left you my cargo and enough money in a storage bin. The dock master will let you know which one.”

  “Thank you, boy. I’ll say good-bye for good because if you ever set foot on Tortuga I’ll personally kick your ass, as Tatum would’ve done.”

  Ronan gave a ghost of a smile. “I appreciate this, Charter. You ever need a favor you com me, okay?”

  “You got it. Take care.”

  The com link turned off.

  Ronan glanced at her. “Stay here.”

  “I want to come with you,” she said.

  “No,” he said, shaking his head. “I can’t be worrying about you while I’m getting Noah the hell out of there. If something goes wrong I want you to be safe.”

  She grabbed the front of his shirt. “You’re scaring me. Please, Ronan, be careful.”

  He cupped her face. “I will.”

  “I couldn’t stand it if something were to happen to you and Noah,” she told him.

  “If something does happen, go to Charter. He’ll protect you.”

  “That’s not what I meant,” she insisted. Her hand reached up and encircled his neck to pull his head down to hers. “I’m falling in love with you. With both of you.”

  He searched her eyes and saw the truth of her statement shining bright. Something inside of him flared to life, a need he never really knew he craved. He had Noah. Noah was his heart. But Alivia moved his soul and the connection was unmistakable.

  He bent his head and captured her lips. She’d already parted them and he slid his tongue in, gliding along hers to dance with it. She was warm and soft, pliant in his arms. Ronan felt his body ignite and all he wanted to do was tear her clothes off and sink his aching dick into her tight little cunt.

  But that would have to wait. He had to get Noah, and then the three of them really had to straighten some stuff out. So he broke the kiss and stepped back.

  “I have to go,” he said, his voice gruff with suppressed desire.

  “Be safe. Both of you come back to me.”

  “Always.”

  * * * *

  Ronan received many questioning stares as he made his way to the bank of service elevators dressed in his space-walking suit. It was the only mask he had that the gas couldn’t penetrate. A timer was displayed on the inside of his helmet so he could keep track of how much time he had to spare because once the gas was on, he didn’t have that much wiggle room to play with. He had to locate Max’s place and then locate Noah. A lot depended on luck.

  He stepped into the elevator and punched the button for the tenth floor. The countdown was seconds now and when the doors opened he saw people begin to pass out.

  He hurried through them, stepping over bodies, trying his best not to step on fingers or trip over legs. He made his way to the place where the bodyguards had come from and saw the big bruisers slumped together.

  He pushed them away from the door and stepped inside. It was a business office but there was another door off to the right. He tried it but found out it was locked. He took a few steps back and then rammed forward. The doorframe cracked and the door opened.

  Noah lay on the floor, out cold. Ronan saw blood and he almost lost it, almost flung himself down onto Noah’s body in pain and grief. But he didn’t have a lot of time. So instead, Ronan took the knife from his belt and carefully sliced off the band around Noah’s ankles before he picked Noah up and slung him over his shoulder.

  Max was nowhere to be found.

  The countdown was rapidly winding down so Ronan hurried back to the service elevators as fast as possible. Once the doors had closed and they were going back to the fourth floor, Ronan gently eased Noah off his shoulder to cradle him in his arms. He patted Noah’s cheek.

  “Come on, baby, open those pretty blue eyes for me,” he murmured.

  Noah stirred and a second later, his eyelids raised halfway.

  “Ronan?”

  “Shh. I got you, baby.”

  But Noah was agitated and grabbed hold of the suit’s front. “He went after you. To the ship.”

  Ronan’s eyes widened. Oh no.

  Alivia.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Alivia couldn’t help but pace back and forth. The waiting was crushing. What would she do if they didn’t come back? Her heart would be crushed. Even now, just thinking that maybe she’d never laugh with Noah or snuggle with Ronan was enough to break down her firm resolve of not crying.

  She couldn’t deny that she’d fallen for them even though she’d only known them a few days. She’d experienced more in the short amount of time she’d been with them than in all the years she’d lived on Marvala.

  Of course, there was the fact that maybe what she felt for them wasn’t real love but some type of romantic idea of being rescued. What was that ancient Earth name for that? The Knight in Shining Armor Syndrome. She didn’t want to believe that she was projecting emotions onto the situation but she couldn’t shake the question.

  She’d figure it all out soon, once they reached Marvala and she had the chance to see with her own eyes what had happened to her home. Would she even want to stay on Marvala? Could she bear to watch Ronan and Noah fly away without her?

  She frowned and rubbed the area between her eyes, trying to soothe the tension. A beep suddenly hailed through the ship and she jumped. She spun around and tried to remember Ronan’s instructions on how to open the com channel. Another beep came through before she found the switch.

  “This is a station enforcer,” came a droning voice over the link. “I need to report a body that was found.”

  For a second, Alivia’s heart stopped. And then it began to thunder with agony. “Body?”

  “Is this the ship of Ronan Hark?” the enforcer asked, sounding hesitant.

  Her knees collapsed and she fell heavily into a chair. Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheek.

  Oh, no. No, no, no!

  Ronan was…no! He couldn’t be gone. He just couldn’t be.

  “Is this the ship of Ronan Hark or not?” the enforcer demanded. “I demand you tell me now!”

  The angry words snapped her out of her misery. “Why do you need to know?”

  “Because, bitch, I’m an enforcer. Now open the damn door!”

  Something was wrong. Something was completely off. She got back to her feet and reached for the blaster that Ronan had put away not too long ago. Then she went to the hull door and unlocked it. Slowly, she pushed it open, making sure to keep the blaster hidden behind her leg.

  The man she saw wasn’t an enforcer. It was the man from the eating gallery, the man Noah had identified as Max. This man had tortured and brutalized Noah. This man had kidnapped him with thoughts of retaliation and vengeance. He might have even killed Ronan. She knew he wasn’t an enforcer, but she kept her mouth shut to figure out what he wanted.

  “Well, lookie here,” Max mused, his eyes traveling up and down her body. “I was told there was a female but I didn’t want to believe it. You’re quite a lovely one, ain’t you?”

  “This ship is mine,” she stated.
/>   His eyes narrowed. “I was told it belonged to Ronan Hark.”

  “You said there was a body,” she continued, ignoring his remark. “What body?”

  “If this is your ship, then never mind. I’ll have to question my informer.”

  She raised the blaster and pointed it at him, all the while knowing she hadn’t been able to fire it earlier. Half of her balked at holding the weapon, knowing it had the potential to hurt someone. The other half of her cried out for justice. Right now, Alivia wasn’t sure which side of her would win.

  “I asked you a question,” she demanded. “What body?”

  “Ah, I see I did get the right ship,” he sneered and took a step closer. “Which body should I tell you about? Ronan Hark, who turned his back while I bled to death in a toxic-fumed alley? Or Noah Kabot, who stuck the blade in? Which one would you like me to produce for you?”

  Grief poured through her but she pushed it down. This was not the time to wallow in her sorrow.

  “Give me the blaster, little girl,” Max taunted, taking another step closer to her. “You look like you don’t even know how to pull the trigger.”

  “Stop. Don’t come any closer?”

  “Or you’ll what? Shoot me?”

  “Why are you here?” she demanded. “What do you want?”

  “An eye for an eye. I got Noah, now I want Ronan to suffer.”

  Did that mean Ronan was okay? If so, then the body had to mean…no! Not Noah! Her hand began to shake. Not out of fear or fatigue, but out of soul-wrenching anguish.

  Max’s eyes lit up when he saw the blaster waver and he pounced. Instinctively, she fired the gun and he fell back, staring sightlessly up. Smoke rose up from his chest as the smell of burnt flesh permeated the air.

  She was still standing there, blaster in hand, as she stared down at the lifeless body at her feet, when she heard her name.

  “Alivia!”

  Her gaze jerked up as she saw Ronan and Noah. Ronan had his arm around Noah, helping to hold him up, but the dark crushing pain that had gripped her suddenly snapped and disappeared. With a cry of happiness, she rushed at them. Both men embraced her, wrapping their arms tightly around her. She was never going to let them go again.