A Daring Desire (Dare Menage Series Book 4)

by Jeanne St. James

  “Shoes off. Socks off. Pants off. Hurry up,” she demanded. Though her voice sounded a little too breathy to be bossy.

  Trey’s smile got wider, and the corners of Gryff’s eyes crinkled, though he hadn’t quite cracked a smile yet.

  He would.

  She was sure of it.

  The differences in the men were obvious, of course. Gryff dark. Trey light. Gryff’s hair tightly trimmed, Trey’s, even though trimmed now, still a little shaggy. Gryff’s eyes a dark, soul-searching brown. Trey’s a bright sky blue. Gryff serious. Trey... not.

  Trey tossed his clothes in a pile. Gryff neatly folded his and placed them on the chair.

  Yin and Yang.

  She was one lucky woman.

  Both men’s erections were long and thick. Trey stood a little bit behind Gryff and Rayne knew he studied the darker man. Taking his time, he ran his gaze over his shoulders, over that black dragon, down Gryff’s solid back, the muscular globes of his ass, his thick thighs and defined calves. All while Gryff’s attention remained on her.

  “What’s he doing?” Gryff asked her as if incapable of turning around.

  “Appreciating your beauty,” she said, giving him a reassuring smile.

  “You’re the one who’s beautiful,” he responded, making her heart squeeze at his words.

  “Each of us are beautiful in different ways,” she said. She completely understood why Trey made no move for the bed. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Gryff, either. Each wanted to savor the moment.

  “Are you just going to stand there, Trey?” Gryff finally asked, looking a little uncomfortable.

  “No,” he murmured. “I want to do so much more.”

  “Where do we start?”

  Trey finally moved past Gryff to stand beside the bed. “With Rayne.”

  Gryff shook his head slightly, not quite understanding.

  Trey explained, “Rayne is our center. We concentrate on her. We pleasure her. We share her. If you want to touch me during this, you touch me. If you want more, we do more. No need to ask me, just take what you want from me. I’m sure Rayne feels the same.”

  “Yes, whatever you want, Boss. Whatever feels good to you. To me. To Trey.”

  Trey continued, “If I forget myself and I do something you’re not comfortable with, just simply tell me to stop. I don’t want to risk doing anything that will make you not want to do this again.”

  Trey climbed on the bed and pulled Rayne to her knees, moving behind her. He kissed along her shoulders, sliding one of the thin straps out of the way. Lifting her hair, he kissed along her neck, then sucked at the skin at the top of her spine. A shiver ran through her.

  He pressed his lips to her ear. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered, then sucked her earlobe.

  He cupped her breasts, squeezing, pinching her hard nipples through the silky fabric. As she closed her eyes, the sensations rushed over her. His hard length pressed against her back and her pussy clenched tight, needing one of them, either of them, inside her.

  Gryff still stood frozen in the center of the room, his cock appearing harder than it was moments ago. She reached a hand out to him.

  One beat. Two beats. Three heartbeats later, he came closer, entwining his fingers with hers. She tugged, encouraging him to join them on the bed. He moved to her front, and with Trey behind her, she was truly sandwiched between them. It felt amazing and made her light-headed at the thought of these two men being hers. All hers.

  They were here to pleasure her and only her. Make her feel good. Make her feel beautiful and wanted.

  With hands to his face, she pulled Gryff closer, kissing his lips softly. She pulled away before he could deepen the kiss. “Kiss me again, but down there. Make me come with your mouth, Boss. Show me what it’s like to lose my mind. To forget everything but you between my thighs.”

  His eyes hooded and his breath hitched as he stared into her soul.

  “Please, Boss.”

  He looked behind her at Trey. “Pull her back.”

  Trey helped her maneuver, so she was no longer on her knees, but leaning back against his chest, her head at his collar bone as he leaned against the headboard. His cock felt hard against her.

  “Should we take off her dress?” Trey asked.

  “No. Leave it for now. She’s not wearing panties.”

  No, she wasn’t. She hadn’t all night. Now that he settled between her legs and slid the silky fabric up her thighs, it was obvious.

  She felt wet, slick, warm. Very ripe for his mouth. He couldn’t touch her soon enough with it. She squirmed under Gryff’s touch, against Trey’s body.

  Trey pressed his lips to her ear again. “Shh, baby. He’s going to make you come really soon. I’m going to help. I want to watch you come. I want to hear you come. I want you to call out our names. I want you to beg us to fuck you.”

  “Yes,” she murmured. As Gryff slid two fingers between her folds, separating her, she gasped. Then his tongue stroked her, teased her clit. Those long fingers of his slipped deep, his lips sucked at her sensitive nub. Watching his head buried between her thighs just about made her fall apart.

  Trey cupped her breasts under the loose fabric of her dress, finding her aching nipples. He pinched each one between thumbs and forefingers, gently twisting back and forth until she cried out, “Harder.”

  He pressed his cheek into the crook of her neck, whispering words that could drive her to the edge on their own. With his hands on her, the heat of his body against her back, Gryff’s mouth on her slick pussy, it didn’t take much for her neck to bow, her eyes to squeeze shut, and her hips to surge against Gryff’s hand and mouth.

  “I’m coming.” She wasn’t sure if they heard her. Her words were no more than a ragged breath.

  “That’s it, baby. I bet you taste so good right now,” Trey murmured against her ear. “Warm and wet. I might have to taste you next. That was only your first orgasm. There’s going to be so many more tonight. I promise.”

  If they were all as intense as the one she just had, she might not last the night.

  When Gryff lifted his head to look at them, his lips glistened with her arousal. Trey said, “Come here. I want to taste you both.”

  Surprisingly, Gryff complied, pushing himself to his knees and leaning close, squeezing Rayne between them as they kissed over her shoulder. She groaned at the intimacy of the act.

  When they both thrust against her at the same time, she just about lost her mind. The thought of Trey taking her from behind and Gryff from the front made her head spin. It was something she definitely wanted to try. Not tonight, though.

  Like Trey said, baby steps.

  As soon as Gryff broke the kiss, he took her mouth while Trey sank his teeth gently into her shoulder. Her back arched and her nipples pushed into Gryff’s chest. With a last sweep of his tongue over her lips, Gryff pulled away and told Trey, “Take that nightie off her.”

  “It’s not a nightie,” she murmured, her mind fuzzy with what was about to come.

  “From now on it is. You won’t wear that out of the house.”

  She blinked, realizing he wasn’t joking. He was serious and normally she would argue. But his demand turned her on even more. “Yes, Boss,” she answered.

  “Sorry, baby, but I agree with boss man. No one should see you in this little number but us,” Trey stated as he drew her arms and the green satin sheath over her head. “On your hands and knees. Face boss man. It’s time for dessert.”

  Gryff kissed her lightly before helping her into the position Trey wanted, which put her at the perfect spot to take Gryff into her mouth. And she did so, wrapping her lips around him, sucking him as deep as she could. His fingers raked through her hair then found purchase. She whimpered around him when Trey’s tongue stroked her pussy, his fingers teased her clit. He nuzzled and nipped, making it hard for her to concentrate on Gryff. Though, she heard no complaints. She let his fingers guide her head, back and forth along his length. If she di
dn’t need her hands to hold her weight up, she’d have one wrapped around the root of his cock, the other cupping his soft sac, so she tickled the area where his cock met his sac with her tongue instead. His hips jerked. He must like that. She stored that little tidbit away in her memory for future use.

  Figuring out Gryff’s likes became quickly forgotten as Trey slipped two fingers inside her. She heard the snap of the lube cap and felt the cool gel drip over her anus. He had done this the other night, too. He had teased her and worked her open until she begged him to slide a finger, then two, into her tight canal. She loved ass play and Trey hadn’t been the first to explore that with her. So, when he started to tease her back there again, she moaned around Gryff’s cock, her eyes rolling back when Trey pressed a finger past her tight ring. He worked her slowly, two fingers in her pussy, one in her ass until she climaxed around him, tightening her jaw so she wouldn’t clamp down on Gryff.

  Before the waves of orgasm finished, Trey replaced his fingers with his mouth, sweeping a tongue along her slick folds, tasting her arousal, her climax, while still working her ass.

  It was the most glorious thing she ever felt.

  “Watching you do that while she has her mouth on me is not helping my endurance,” Gryff groaned to Trey.

  Trey rose to his knees, pressed closer between her thighs and before Rayne or Gryff realized what he was doing, thrust deep inside her. One hand grabbed her hip, the other still working deep in her ass.

  Rayne let Gryff slip from her mouth and pressed her forehead to his lap, lifting her rear higher, moaning against his skin.

  “No condom,” Gryff growled, his body stiffening.

  “Boss, touch me,” Rayne cried out, trying to get his attention off the man fucking her from behind. “Touch me.”

  His dark eyes dropped to hers and it was hard to miss his hard expression, his frown.

  “You haven’t used one yet,” she reminded him, which only deepened his frown. “Really? Right now?” she said impatiently under her breath.

  Trey and she had discussed it the other night. However, Gryff had never discussed it and now he wanted to pound his chest like a hypocritical gorilla. She wasn’t going to have any of that. Especially right now. Especially since his little territorial show had slowed Trey down.

  “We discussed it,” Rayne said.

  “But not with me,” Gryff answered.

  “No, but then you and I didn’t discuss it the first or the second time. Before or after. Remember that.”

  Gryff’s jaw tightened for a moment, but she could see his face change as he relented.

  Trey had slowed to a stop which did not make Rayne happy. “Are we going to analyze shit right now? Or are we going to fuck?” he asked, sounding a bit peeved.

  “We’re going to fuck,” Rayne answered, giving Gryff a look. Then she gave Trey a smile over her shoulder. “Carry on.”

  He chuckled, then smacked her ass, making her jump. “I need to get back in the groove, baby.”

  She wiggled her ass against him playfully. “Spank me again. I like it.”

  “I know you do, baby. I know you like the sting of my palm against your ass. Especially when my fingers are deep inside you there, too.”

  “For fuck’s sake,” Gryff muttered.

  “Gryff, get with the program or get out,” Rayne said, giving him a scowl.

  “Yeah, boss man, you’re bringing me down here,” Trey complained. “And I was about to bust a nut.”

  “Jesus.”

  “Boss,” Rayne warned. “Please. Please don’t ruin this.”

  Gryff’s nostrils flared over his flattened lips as he searched her face. She didn’t hide her displeasure at his attitude. Then he gave a sharp nod and a painful grimace she guessed was supposed to be a comforting smile. Not even close. She rolled her eyes.

  He lifted her chin up and met her gaze. “Sorry,” he whispered. “This isn’t easy for me.”

  “I understand, but don’t— Oh, fuck!” she yelled when Trey’s hand smacked her ass again, this time even harder. Then she heard a low chuckle behind her. Gryff’s eyes flicked to Trey then back to her quickly and she could see him trying to keep his expression neutral.

  “You like that?” he asked her, his voice sounding a little more strangled than a moment ago.

  He must like that, too.

  “Yes,” she hissed as Trey slapped her ass again, this time on the other cheek. She looked over her shoulder. “Fuck me while you do that.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Trey said giving her a grin. He began to move again, his fingers and his cock sliding in and out of her with the same rhythm. She couldn’t help but close her eyes for a moment as the sensations overwhelmed her. She opened them when she realized she needed to make sure Gryff felt included. She didn’t want to cut him out in any way, even slightly.

  “Do something!” she yelled a little too loudly at Gryff.

  His eyes widened. “Like stop him?”

  “No! Like join in.” Her laughter almost pushed Trey out of her. Then, finally Gryff smiled, his body relaxed a little, and he raked his hands through her hair, made two fists, yanking her head up none-too-gently.

  “That’s it, Boss,” she practically breathed before he took her mouth, sweeping his tongue deep until she pushed back over and over meeting Trey’s thrusts. She moaned into Gryff’s mouth.

  “I’m going to fucking blow,” Trey bellowed. “Watching you two kiss… Ah, fuck.” And with one last hard slap to her rear, he thrust deeply, then pulled out both his cock and fingers as his cum shot all over her ass in long, hot strings. With a groan, his damp forehead pressed against her back as he leaned over her, sucking in air. “Fuck,” he groaned.

  Not even a second later, Gryff growled, “Get a washcloth and clean up your mess. It’s my turn.”

  With a grunt, Trey slipped off the bed and headed to the master bathroom.

  Rayne noticed it wasn’t only her watching the quarterback’s ass as he walked away from them.

  “I can’t wait to watch the two of you together,” Rayne murmured.

  “Right,” Gryff answered, swinging his gaze back to her. “Don’t hold your breath.”

  “Right,” Rayne echoed, giving him a smirk.

  “I’m serious.”

  “Uh huh.”

  His lips flattened out, and she struggled to keep from laughing. “I know you want a piece of that. You can fight it all you want, but your eyes give you away.” She tilted a head toward his lap. “Not just your eyes.”

  He grabbed the root of his cock and squeezed. “How do you know this is not all you?”

  Rayne’s smirk widened into a smile. “Right.”

  Trey came back with a damp washcloth and gently wiped the evidence of his climax off her skin and gave her another light tap on her rear. “Pretty in pink, baby,” he said, indicating the color of her ass cheeks. “Mmm. Can’t get enough of a woman who likes a good spanking. How about you, boss man?”

  “Right,” Gryff echoed Rayne.

  Trey tilted his head. “On your back.” Rayne shifted to lay on her back, but Trey stopped her. “No, not you. You,” Trey said to Gryff. “On your back, boss man. I have an idea.”

  When Gryff cocked an eyebrow at Trey, Rayne tapped his cheek and said, “Go with it, Boss. Let him direct us. He knows what he’s doing.”

  Since he told her he’s had a few threesomes before—and not just threesomes, but more—she trusted him to know what he was doing. She hoped she wasn’t wrong.

  With a grumble, Gryff spread his large frame on her bed, tucked a pillow under his head, and waited.

  “Damn,” Trey murmured as he kneeled between Gryff’s calves and studied the man laid out before him. “I really want to climb on. But… Oh, fuck… Baby, hop on and face me.”

  With a last glance at Gryff, Rayne straddled his waist, giving him her back. His hands went to her hips to steady her since his body was wide. She wrapped a hand around his hard-as-a-rock cock and leaned over to quickly lick off
the precum that had beaded at the head. His hips jerked slightly beneath her and she heard him blow a breath out behind her.

  “When you’re ready, baby,” Trey encouraged her, giving her his arm to assist her to mount the widest part of Gryff’s hips. Both of her knees no longer reached the mattress and her legs were spread so wide she felt a pull in her inner thighs.

  Lining Gryff’s cock in between her slick folds, she teased him a bit, rubbing the crown back and forth, taking advantage of her own natural lube. She peeked over her shoulder to see Gryff’s eyes were dark, his lips pinned together as if he struggled not to thrust up and into her.

  With a small smile and Trey’s help, she rose then slowly lowered herself until Gryff was balls deep. Sighing and closing her eyes for a moment, she savored the stretch and the feeling of fullness. Gryff’s fingers dug harder into the flesh at her hips.

  He made a noise that caused her to break out in goosebumps. “If you don’t do something soon, you’re going to end up on your back,” he warned her.

  “Patience, boss man,” Trey whispered, giving Gryff a look over her shoulder. Then he kissed her, exploring her mouth, moving his lips over hers until she moaned. Trey cupped her breasts and squeezed them together, finally breaking the kiss to drop his head to flick each nipple with his tongue, pluck each hard tip with his lips. His eyes flashed when he said, “Put your hands on my shoulders. Use me for balance.”

  She did what he suggested and was surprised to see how small her hands looked on his broad, tattooed shoulders. At five-six, she wasn’t tiny, but she wasn’t large either. Even so, the contrast brought home how big both men really were, not just in height.

  Trey leaned closer, nuzzling her neck as Rayne used him to lift and lower herself slowly on Gryff.

  “Fuck,” Gryff groaned. “Faster.”

  “No,” Trey murmured against her throat. “Go slow. Make this last.”

  “That’s not going to make me last. You’re torturing me,” Gryff said, jerking his hips.