by Dead Moon Rising [Siren Menage Everlasting, American Heroes- South Dakota] (lit)
“Aw, sweetie.” His fingers gently brushed through her hair. “Then isn’t that just one more sign you belong with us? I can’t wait to see what you do when Del gets home.”
Miami felt a world away. An alien world. She loved her Uncle Eddie, but she didn’t want to give up her men.
Her men. Her home.
She closed her eyes and rested her cheek against his chest, enjoying the feel of his hair against her flesh.
“Can we just lay here and take a nap? I don’t want to move.”
He kissed the top of her head and pulled the sheet over them. “Baby, we’ll stay here as long as you want. I’m not going anywhere.”
Chapter Eight
Sarah awoke from her nap pleasantly surprised to find John between her legs with his tongue buried inside her. She didn’t know how long they lay like that, only that he wouldn’t let her come, driving her half out of her mind with need before he’d back off, let her cool down, just to fire her up again. His skilled tongue thoroughly explored her, including a journey down to her virgin ass, where he introduced her to rimming before returning to her clit.
“Please make me come!” she begged.
He chuckled. “No, baby. I told you, I want you on a high simmer for Del.” The front door opened and immediately slammed shut again. “And there he is.”
The sound of pounding footsteps down the hall reached them. By the time Del hit the doorway, he already had his shirt off and was ripping his bulletproof vest off, too.
John sat up, making her moan again. “Easy, tiger. Give me your piece.”
Del kissed him as he yanked off his holster belt. “Jesus, I can taste her on you.”
“Have a taste yourself.” He climbed off the bed to safely stow Del’s sidearm in the closet lockbox when Del, still in his uniform pants and shoes, dove onto her.
“Hiya, baby.”
She giggled. “He’s mean. He won’t let me come.”
“Oh, is he now? Well, let’s see what we can do about that.” He kissed her as she wrapped her arms around him and tried to hump herself against his rock-hard thigh.
She melted beneath him, his aggressive passion stoking the flames within her even higher. Despite Del’s usually gentle ways, she’d always suspected, from the hunger in his eyes when he looked at John, that he took control in bed.
John returned. “Jesus, get naked, for chrissake.”
“You have no idea how horny I’ve been all afternoon.” He sat up and pulled her with him, lowering his mouth to her breasts, one then the other, eagerly nipping and sucking. “The thought of the two of you, in bed together”—he kissed her again, sucking on her tongue—“and knowing what I had waiting for me has been torture.”
John knelt behind him and unfastened his slacks while Del continued kissing her. “Ten seconds, buddy, that’s all it takes to get naked.” He shoved Del’s slacks and briefs down his hips and grabbed his cock. “You want that inside our sweet girl, you need to get these off first.”
“Fuck!” He stood and kicked off his shoes, ripped off his T-shirt and socks, and shoved his pants off, nearly tripping when he pulled the last leg off.
John used the opening to lie down on the bed and pull her on top of him. “Just like I told you earlier, baby. I want to eat you out while he’s fucking you.”
Del froze. “Holy fuck,” he whispered, “that’s goddamned hot!”
“Then get your ass back in bed.” He handed him a condom.
Sarah settled over John’s head, eagerly grabbing his throbbing cock and sucking on it. He pulled her hips down so he could reach her pussy with his mouth and latched onto her clit.
Moaning, she released his cock. “Please, dammit, fuck me!”
That broke Del’s spell. He frantically ripped the pouch open and rolled the condom on before carefully kneeling behind her. She looked at him over her shoulder, her heart melting at the dark passion in his blue eyes.
“You want this cock, baby?” he hoarsely asked.
She nodded.
He teased her, rubbing the head up and down her soaked pussy, parting her lips with it even as John flicked her clit with his tongue.
She thought the explosion John had brought her earlier rocked her world, but suspected that experience was about to be blown out of the water.
He squeezed her ass. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. He kissed her back, feathering his tongue over her cheeks, down between them, to her ass, teasing her. “Another fantasy, I think for tomorrow since I have the day off.” He sank his cock home inside her, a little larger than John, making her moan.
“Yes!”
Del grabbed her hips. “Okay, baby. I want to hear those moans around his cock. Make him come for me while I fuck you.”
She slurped him back down as deep as she could. John moaned around her clit, setting off a chain reaction inside her. As Del fucked her, hard and fast, stroking every last nerve ending inside her, John sucked on her clit, not holding back.
Explosive fireworks went off inside her womb, spreading out through her body as she screamed around John’s cock.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby!” Del cried out, thrusting harder, deeper, the sound of skin slapping skin as his balls hit her with each stroke.
She wasn’t done. Another, stronger wave crashed over her, robbing her of strength as John’s hands clamped tightly on her thighs and refused to let her move.
“Yes!” With one last thrust, she felt Del’s cock throb inside her as John’s exploded in her mouth, filling her senses with his sweet, musky essence.
Del’s hands hit the bed on either side of her, holding him up, keeping him from crushing both of them, but she felt his chest hair against her back, both of them slick with moisture.
John relaxed his grip on her and placed a final, gentle kiss on her clit. “Good?” he mumbled from beneath her.
She let his softening member slide from her mouth and laughed. “Um, yeah.”
Del nipped her shoulder. “Jesus, baby, I think my brains exploded through my cock. Hot damn, that was fucking awesome.” He sat up. “And you, mister. What the hell was that you did to me?”
She wished he didn’t have to pull out, but knew the condom made it a necessity. Once Del stepped away from the bed, she swung off John, who sat up with a smile on his face. “What? I just let my fingers do the walking.” He winked at her and kissed her.
“What’d you do?” she asked.
She heard the toilet flush, and Del returned. “He shoved his finger up my ass is what he did, sneaky bastard.”
“Didn’t you like it?” John asked, the picture of innocence.
“Fuck yeah, I loved it.” He stretched out in bed and pulled her down to him, kissing her. “Maybe next time you can actually fuck me while I’m doing that.”
John curled up on her other side, one hand snaking down and coming to rest between her legs. “Mmm. You trying to get me hard again, or what?”
“Is it working?” Del asked.
She giggled.
Del arched an eyebrow at her. “What’s so funny?”
“You two. You’re too much.”
He kissed her again, this time gently, tenderly. “You might be thinking we’re too much by this time tomorrow night. Not letting you loose any time soon.”
“What about dinner?” John asked.
“What about it?” He sat up, moved John’s hand, and licked her mound. “I have a snack.”
Her giggles turned to moans as John kissed her while Del changed position and crawled between her legs. He didn’t torment her, though. He quickly brought her to a hard orgasm that slammed into her, arching her back as John held her tightly and softly urged her on.
“That’s it, baby. Show us how hot you are for us.”
Once satisfied he’d satisfied her, Del sat up. “Now I’m ready for dinner,” he announced with a grin.
* * * *
John reheated leftovers. Del wouldn’t let her get dressed, instead tossing her his robe. As she pulled it on he stop
ped her, slipping his hands inside it and pulling her close. “I don’t want anything to stand in the way of me getting to you, baby,” he growled, nipping the base of her throat and making her moan. “We’ve finally got you where we want you, and I want you like you cannot believe.”
“How long are you going to want me?”
He froze, then looked at her. “Sar, forever. We’re not just screwing around with you.”
“You mean it?”
He pulled her in again for a tight hug. “Hell yeah, we mean it. Baby, you’re ours.”
John didn’t bother washing up the dishes. “They can wait,” he said. “This can’t.” He pointed down at his boxers, which had tented.
She grinned. “Good thing I promised not to sue you for sexual harassment.”
Del smacked John’s ass. “And he calls me a horn dog. Back to bed before I break out the handcuffs.” He hadn’t bothered putting anything on and his rock hard cock had inflated halfway through dinner.
He scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder as she laughed all the way down the hall. He dumped her on the bed, landing beside her as John kicked off his boxers and joined them.
By the time the three of them collapsed a little after ten, worn out and exhausted, Sarah was ready to sleep. She’d ended up the last round draped over John with Del pressed along her back. John leaned in for a kiss, and she yawned.
“Sorry,” she apologized.
He smiled. “I’m not complaining. Maybe if we keep you too worn out to want to leave, we have a chance of holding on to you forever.”
She was too tired to argue, not that she wanted to argue with him anyway. She simply smiled and closed her eyes, crashing into sleep.
Chapter Nine
Sarah awoke the next morning to the comfortable feel of a strong arm draped over her, with a warm hand cupping her breast. When she opened her eyes she spotted John in front of her, still asleep and on his side facing her.
She wondered how much of Del’s day off they’d let her spend out of bed. Not that she wanted to be out of bed. Especially not out of their bed.
Ever.
While she wouldn’t presume to say they loved her, every hair on her body screamed at her to commit to them, to promise to stay with them, because it damn sure felt like love. That wasn’t naive, first sex, magical thinking, either. That was what she felt through her very core as the color of their emotions had changed, grown more rich, vibrant, deeper. As if a black and white filter had been removed and the true jewel tones of their deepest feelings could now shine through.
Not to mention the fact that both men had mentioned the word “forever” more than once the day before.
She’d never felt like this before, never felt emotions like this from anyone else before, either.
Damn sure not from her ex.
Basking in the glow, she nestled snugly against Del’s hard body and suppressed a snicker when his fingers kneaded her breast as his cock stiffened along the seam of her ass.
Hot, moist lips feathered the nape of her neck. “Know what I want to do today, baby?” he rumbled.
“I can guess.”
“I want to feel that sweet ass of yours take my cock while he’s fucking your pussy. I want both of us inside you at the same time, so you know who you belong to and don’t get any notions about leaving us.”
His possessive tone made her shiver in a good way. Not only did they love her, they wanted her. She’d never had that before, either.
His words also started a new flood of moisture pooling between her legs.
“Mmm,” John sleepily said. “Did I just dream that, or did you really say it?”
“Oh, I said it, buddy. You up for some action before breakfast?”
John blindly groped behind him for the bedside table drawer, and came up with two condoms and the bottle of lube. “As long as you’re on top. I want to pace myself.”
Del’s voice changed from sexy to concerned. “Is your leg okay?”
“Oh, it’ll be fine as soon as my cock’s buried inside this beautiful woman lying all naked and gorgeous next to me.”
Sarah felt the blush rise in her cheeks. “I’m not beautiful,” she mumbled.
“Who says?” Del asked, more than a touch of anger in his voice. “You are beautiful, and don’t you dare say otherwise.” He kissed her, silencing any further protests.
John rolled one of the condoms on and grabbed her by the hips, guiding her onto his stiff shaft. “I want you right there, baby.”
She could easily see herself spending the rest of her life like this, sandwiched between two hunky men. He pulled her down onto his chest, his arms around her. “Just lay there and enjoy this, sweetie.”
Behind her, Del rolled on a condom and pressed a lubed finger into her butt. She squirmed on his hand, enjoying the wicked sensation of both of them and knowing it was about to get a lot better.
“Oh, man, you are gonna feel so good,” Del said. She felt him press the thick head of his cock against her hole, going slow, letting her get used to it.
She wiggled her hips at him, wanting more, wanting him deeper and the feel of both of them inside her at the same time. “Please, give it to me!”
“I am, baby.” Del’s hands smoothed down her back. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to enjoy this.” He slid another inch in, stretching her, the erotic burn lighting nerves she never knew she had and making her squirm even more to rub her throbbing clit against John’s body.
“More, please!”
John chuckled as his hands cupped her breasts and he rubbed the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. “He’ll give you more. Just be patient.”
“She’s so tight!” Del clamped down on her hips to still her incessant movements as he slowly worked more of his hot, throbbing shaft into her. “If you don’t hold still, you won’t be able to enjoy this because I’ll be shooting off before I’m all the way in.”
Whimpering with need, she stilled her movements as John pulled her down to his chest again, holding her, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss as he plunged a hand into her hair to hold her there.
Agonizingly slow, Del buried himself inside her until his entire cock disappeared into her dark passage. “Okay, baby,” he grunted. “You want it, you got it.”
“Yes!” She felt so full and at the same time knew if she could just get them moving that a cataclysmic eruption would soon reward her. Her body hovered, almost at the tipping point, just needing a little more from them.
Del pulled her up against his chest. “Let’s see what we can do for you, baby,” he growled. “Don’t hold back.”
John’s fingers found and strummed her swollen bud as she started rocking her hips against them. She hooked an arm around Del’s neck as he met her stroke for stroke. “More…I need more.”
“Take what you need,” Del told her, nipping at her earlobe. “Take it all. It’s yours.”
She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against his strong shoulder, the intense sensations surrounding her, flooding her, taking away all sense of time and space as she felt the eruption grow close.
“Don’t hold back,” John assured her. “I won’t break, baby. I can take anything you can dish out.”
With that assurance, she moved harder, driving their cocks even deeper inside her, Del’s member pushing John’s into that magic place inside her as his fingers helped her along. “I need…I need you!”
“You have us, baby,” Del whispered. “Take us.”
With that, the dam burst. Her back arched with the force of her orgasm, spinning out of control as her conscious shattered into a thousand fragments.
John’s fingers clamped down on her hips again as he thrust up into her. “Oh, fuck yeah, baby. Milk my cock with that sweet pussy.”
Del started moving harder, faster inside her, and the twin friction of them both triggered another avalanche that finally robbed her of strength and reason. John’s cock throbbed and swelled within her. “I’m there, baby�
�yes!”
Del lowered her to John’s chest and with three more hard thrusts, he too was joining them. He placed a hand in the center of her back to steady himself as they all fell still, breathing heavy, the combined scent of their passion thick in the air.
Del moved first after leaning in to kiss her. He stepped out of bed, and she heard the toilet flush before the sink ran. John carefully eased himself out of her without making her move, his arms tight around her, fingers brushing along her spine.
Eyes closed, she breathed, relishing this peace and wondering if it could last. Praying it could.
Del returned, and she felt him reach between her and John for the condom. “I’ll take care of that since I’m already up,” he said with a chuckle.
“You’re up that quick?” John mumbled. “Damn, you are a horn dog.”
“You’re both horn dogs,” she said. She kissed his chest as she let her fingers play with his hair. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Del returned and slipped into bed with them. He cuddled close, draping an arm over her. “You okay, baby? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She smiled without opening her eyes. “Yes, I’m okay, and no, you didn’t hurt me.”
“I need a nap,” John said, “and then we can have breakfast.”
She thought that was a damn spiffy idea and settled in, feeling safe and secure, to go to sleep. Content, sated, satisfied.
Wanted.
And, she suspected, loved.
* * * *
After an hour, she awoke to find she’d shifted position in bed, John ending up in the middle. She carefully climbed out of bed to find something to wear. She pulled a T-shirt, Del’s she suspected, over her head, and it hung nearly to her knees. She turned to look at the men. John slept with his head tucked against Del’s chest. She lingered in the doorway for a long moment, arms crossed and a smile on her face. They looked adorable, perfect for each other.
And they want me, too.
Breakfast could wait a little longer. She wanted them to get plenty of rest. A smiled played along her lips.
