Men on Fire [Men for Hire: Firemen 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

Brody took the clamps from Wiley, bent over, then snapped them onto her nipples. The sting was hard at first, and in the moment before pain turned to delight, she almost used her safe word.

  It was as though he knew her thoughts. That he was in tune with her feelings. “Do you want to use your safe word?”

  She moaned. “No.”

  He added a slap to her butt cheek right before Wiley gave her another lash. “What did you say?”

  “No, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” She mewled and arched her back, thrusting out her breasts. Another lash from Wiley brought a fresh wave of delicious torture.

  They hadn’t been apart for very long since the last time, but it seemed like forever. She couldn’t imagine not having them with her for the rest of her life. Her pussy throbbed as her body tensed, preparing for yet another flick of the flogger. She needed them to satisfy not only her sexual craving, but her craving for love. She cried out again as Wiley administered another strike to her bottom.

  “Do you want to come, little one?”

  “Yes, sir. But not without having your cock inside me.”

  Wiley added a little extra power to the next hit. “You don’t tell us what to do.”

  “No, sir. I won’t.”

  “Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers first?”

  “Please, sir.”

  She sucked in a breath when he inserted two fingers into her pussy and started thrusting them in and out, fast and hard. Her body responded, sending her into a world filled with desire. It was like being tipsy, only better, as though the world had become a lighter and airier place where she could let go of all her worries. Her body trembled and filled with a thrumming yearning that only they could fill.

  “I want to see you come, little one. I want to feel your cream on my fingers.”

  She cried out, not in pain but surprise, when he dropped the flogger and took her by the hair. His dark eyes glittered with hunger.

  “Too much? Say your safe word if it is.”

  She kept her mouth closed, giving him her answer.

  “When I say come, you let it go. Do you understand?”

  Was that even possible? Could she come on command? “Yes, sir.”

  He twisted one of the nipple clamps and slammed his hand against her, pushing his fingers in as far as they could go. She felt him bend his fingers and graze the soft spot.

  He put his lips to her ear then whispered, “Come.”

  She didn’t have to think about it. Following his command came as natural as breathing. As soon as he said the word, as soon as his fingers found her G-spot again, she let go, screaming out her climax. Her pussy contracted and released, letting her cream flood out of her, down her legs, and over his hand. Her body shuddered and she let out another cry as the orgasm continued to erupt. Rolls of release thundered outward, until she reached the peak of its rapturous assault, then dove into a downward spiral.

  When it ended, she had to grab hold of the chain between the cuffs and use the bigger, thicker chain to hold her weight. She was spent, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want more. She couldn’t ask for it, but she still wanted their cocks inside her.

  Brody slipped his hand between her legs and rubbed her juices over her mons as he slid his tongue between her breasts. As he got lower, he moved his body in between her legs. “Sit on my face, little one. I need to taste your sweet cream.”

  She did, hoping she had enough strength left in her to keep some of her weight off him, but she needn’t have worried. He cupped her ass in his hands and held her at the perfect height.

  When his tongue found her pussy, she cried out again as yet another, smaller release swamped over her. He lapped her cream up, his tongue sliding from her aching clit to thrust inside her pussy. The whirlwind she thought had taken all of her came back, growing stronger with each flick of his tongue.

  Wiley moved behind her. He cupped her breasts, toying with the clamps to add yet more stings, and nuzzled her neck.

  “Does that feel good, baby? Do you like my brother’s tongue inside you?”

  She moaned as Brody dug his fingers into her flesh to keep her still. “Yes, sir. I love it.”

  “Do you want him to fuck you with his cock?”

  “Yes, please, sir.” Her breath was coming in pants as she tried to answer his questions. But with him playing with her tits and nibbling on her neck, not to mention Brody eating her out, it was all she could do to give any answer that made sense.

  Brody let out a satisfied groan, then eased out from between her legs. He got to his knees, then kissed her, letting her taste her own sweetness on his lips and in his mouth. She moaned and flicked her tongue around, picking up his flavors once hers were gone.

  Wiley unhooked her and her arms fell to her side. Breaking the kiss, he took her away from Brody, then tugged her off the bed. He held her to him, facing him.

  “Jump and wrap your legs around me, baby.”

  The chain hanging from one of her wrists jangled as she did her best to jump. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him. Without warning, he thrust his cock inside her weeping pussy, then staggered back before slamming her against the wall. His balls slapped at her inner thighs as he pounded into her, pumping into her. Taking off the nipple clamps with a hard tug that sent pain spreading through her breasts, he made up for it, easing the sting by sucking a nipple into his mouth.

  She was in another world. A world filled with the two men she adored. A world filled with pleasurable pain and unrelenting turmoil of climax.

  He slammed into her again and again, driving his cock back until she thought she could feel it in her backside. She held on, feeling the way his muscles rippled under her fingertips, her legs tight around his lean waist.

  Suddenly, he spun around, putting his shoulders to the wall. “Hang on, baby. Brody’s joining us.”

  She felt the coolness of the gel against her ass hole and flinched. Her anus instinctively tightened around his fingers as he worked the gel against her ringed muscles. He played with her, easing the tightness enough to accept his cock.

  “Easy, little one. Remember to breathe.”

  “Please, sir.” Yet her words sounded like hard “uhs” as Wiley thrust into her again.

  Brody took his fingers from her puckered hole, then pressed his cock against her. She lifted her head to gaze into Wiley’s eyes, then widened her own as Brody worked his cock inside her ass. She inhaled, then, needing an even deeper connection with Wiley, she clutched a hunk of his hair in her hands and tugged his mouth to hers. At the same time, she reached back and grabbed hold of his brother’s hair.

  The question of whether she was permitted to do that flashed through her, but when the men didn’t pull away or admonish her for it, she smiled into the kiss.

  They were her men and she was their woman. She put all her love, all her devotion, all her trust into the kiss and into her grips on their hair. As Brody plunged his cock into her ass and Wiley rammed his cock into her pussy again, she gave all of herself to them. Her body was theirs and so was her heart.

  She broke the kiss, needing air, then closed her eyes and sucked in a breath before letting it out in a scream. “Yes! Yes! Please, fuck me!”

  She opened her eyes just in time to see Wiley nod at his brother. Together, they pulled out of her then came back, pounding both their cocks into her at the same time. She couldn’t scream again. They took her, controlling her more now than ever before as they used their cocks to show her their love. The spin of desire grew stronger, more out of control, spinning her ever closer to the edge of release.

  As though he knew, Brody commanded her again. “Come again, little one.”

  As before, her body responded to his demand, erupting as her muscles clenched and unclenched in release. She was sent hurtling through space where time no longer mattered, where the sensations racking her body were all that were important. She let them ravage her as they caught her between their onslaught.

  Her body was under their control a
nd no longer answered to her mind. Like a storm of emotions raging over the precipice of a cliff, her instinctive sexual reactions took over and pushed her over the brink to the cliffs below. She soared high above the rocks as her body shuddered and rippled. Cream gushed from her to mix with their sweat.

  Her body wouldn’t stop. Another climax took her, amazing her, but not giving her time to react. Somewhere, as though far away, she heard the men ground out their own releases, their bodies stiffening as they let their seed fly.

  All at once, she couldn’t hang on any longer. Instead, she let them hold her up, trapped between them. When Brody pulled out, then stumbled away from her, she held on and let her other lover take her to the bed. They fell on top of the bed together.

  Their breathing echoed in the room as they clung to each other, then were joined by Brody. If she could’ve had one wish fulfilled, it would’ve been to stay that way, lying together, covered with the aftermath of their lovemaking, for the rest of her life.

  “Michelle?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He rolled onto his side. “No. Just Brody now.”

  She saw the earnestness in his eyes and it took her breath away. “Yes, Brody?”

  He cupped her cheek. “You need to know this. We love you. The both of us.”

  Wiley placed a tender kiss on her shoulder. “Yeah, we do. We love you. We should’ve told you before, but—”

  “Hell, we should’ve told you a lot of things before now.” Brody let out an exasperated breath. “Like we said before, we did this all wrong, but what’s done is done.”

  They were expecting her to say she loved them, too, and she didn’t want to disappoint them. Not in that or in any other way.

  She placed a palm to each of their cheeks. “It doesn’t matter how it started out as long as it ended up like it has. Who knows? Maybe if things had gone a different way, we wouldn’t be here now. All that matters is that I love you, too.”

  Epilogue

  “Miss Michelle, Mr. Elbert wants me inside. Can I go?”

  Michelle had expected as much. Every time Lenny’s turn came around to clean out Bailey’s pen, he found an excuse to leave before the job was completed. The puppy had grown fast over the past month and ate like a small horse. All that meant was that he was now plopping more and more “presents” all over the yard. On the whole, the boys had kept their end of the deal by feeding, exercising, and cleaning up after Bailey, but every once in a while, she or another staff member had to pitch in and scoop up the poop.

  “Okay. Fine.” She took the shovel from Lenny, who didn’t waste a moment in taking off at a quick run. He disappeared through a side door with a quick grin at her.

  “Figures.”

  Bailey picked that moment to dash around the corner of a building, barrel toward her, then skid to a stop using her legs as a wall to break his momentum. “Bailey, I swear you’re going to knock me over one of these days.”

  The sweet dog was big for a Dalmatian, and like the men who had given him to Hope House, he was all heart. He lifted his face to her, his sloppy mouth lifting into a doggy smile and his big brown eyes melting her heart. He got into trouble at times, not because he was a bad dog, but because he was playful and inquisitive. Yet as angry as his messes made her, she’d never give him up. His effect on the boys was terrific and worth every shovel of dog poop she had to pick up.

  She sighed, checked to make sure the garbage can wasn’t full, then started walking over the backyard, looking for mounds of his stool. When she found one, she bent over and slid it onto the shovel, then carried it back to dump into the can.

  “Hey, baby. What’re you doing?”

  She turned, felt the flutter that always came to her stomach whenever her men came around, and gave Wiley a look. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m dancing the lead in a ballet.” She held out the shovel with two hands, pretending it was her dance partner and did a slow spin around.

  Brody crossed his arms, a soft smile on his lips. “Well, we wouldn’t want to disturb you. Come on, Wiley. Let’s let her rehearse.”

  “Don’t you dare, Brody Russell.” She came to him, still holding the shovel, and grabbed hold of his T-shirt. Yanking him down, she crushed her lips to his. She played a little, sweeping her tongue into his mouth to drink up his warm taste, then pushed him away.

  “Damn, little one. That was great.”

  “Then why the face?”

  “Sorry, but you stink.”

  Her mouth fell open. “I do not. It’s the shovel. I got stuck picking up the dog’s dumps.”

  “Oh, shit.” Wiley grinned. “Sorry. Poor choice of words. It’s just that maybe this isn’t the best time to give you our surprise.”

  “Surprise?” She loved surprises. Especially ones from Brody and Wiley. However, that was because they gave most of their “surprises” in the bedroom. “What’s the surprise? And can you give it to me here?”

  “Yeah. This one has nothing to do with sex.” Wiley caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, then skimmed his thumb over her lips. “Although we wouldn’t mind it if you wanted to thank us later.”

  “Maybe I will.” She loved the way they played with her with both their words and their toys. “But first, I’ll need to see what it is.”

  “Wiley, I think maybe we should do this another day.”

  “Okay. What’s going on, Brody? Why are you trying to back out of giving it to me?”

  “He’s chickening out because it’s really more of a surprise for Bailey.” Wiley bent over and played with the dog’s ears.

  What kind of surprise was for both a dog and for her? “You’ve gone too far. Show me.”

  “We kind of figured that Bailey could use a friend.”

  At first she refused to believe it. “A friend? He’s got over a hundred friends here.”

  “We were thinking in terms of a friend more like himself. You know. An animal friend.”

  Brody turned around, put his fingers to his lips, and whistled. Her eyes grew big as she followed his gaze to the end of the first building. Was another dog about to dash around the corner? Would she have two dogs to pick up after?

  “Oh, no you don’t. If you’re giving the boys a second dog, then you’re the ones who’re going to have to pick up after it.” She kept her attention glued to the end of the building. “I swear, you two, if you’ve saddled me with another Bailey, I’m going to bruise you.”

  Wiley put his hands on her shoulders, and like Brody, stepped behind her. “Calm down. We’re just joking around. It’s not a dog.”

  “Then what?” And yet, as soon as she’d said the words, she saw him. “Curt!”

  She was too stunned to move. Was she imagining it? But there he was, walking toward her. A rare smile formed on his face as he got closer.

  “Hi, Miss Michelle.”

  She let the shovel fall to the ground, then yanked him to her. Amazing her, he didn’t pull out of her hug and she clung to him even tighter.

  She’d checked in on him at Westmore Heights in the past month, but each time he’d refused to see her. He’d looked all right, peeking at him through the blinds in the director’s office, but that hadn’t let her worry any less.

  “Uh, Miss Michelle? I can’t breathe.”

  She didn’t want to, but she turned him loose anyway. “I’m so glad to see you.”

  She searched him. For what, she didn’t know. If it wouldn’t have seemed improper, she would’ve skimmed her hands along his body to make sure he was really there.

  His bright eyes dimmed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blamed you. It’s just that I was so angry and—”

  “Hush. You don’t have to explain.” She gave him another quick hug. “I’m so glad to see you. Are you all right? Are you getting along at Westmore Heights?” She sucked in a gasp then grinned. “Are you coming back here?”

  “Damn, Michelle, let the kid get a chance to answer,” joked Brody.

  She turned him loose, then fought the urge to hug
him again. “I can’t get over it. You’re really here.”

  “Yeah, but only for a day furlough. I still have work to do at the Heights, but they’re giving me some days where I can come here. If that’s okay.”

  She glanced at Brody and Wiley and bet they’d had something to do with Curt getting visiting days. “Of course it’s okay. Isn’t that right, Bailey?”

  Curt laughed—had she ever heard him laugh before?—and bent down to ruffle the dog’s fur. “Hey, boy. Man, you’ve gotten big.”

  “Big with the turds to match.”

  “Wiley!”

  “Oh, come on, Miss Michelle. I’ve heard you say worse.” Curt’s grin was a welcomed sight.

  She started to object, but the truth was the truth. “Fair enough.”

  Brody retrieved the shovel and thrust it out to Curt. “How about giving her a hand and finishing the job?”

  Surprising her yet again, Curt took the shovel without complaining. “Sure thing.” He took off running with the dog at his heels.

  Wiley chuckled and leaned close to her ear even though Curt couldn’t have heard him. “Only a boy would find shoveling shit fun.”

  “We do have another surprise for you.”

  She couldn’t imagine what could be better than having Curt back in her life. “Really? Please tell me it’s not another dog.”

  Brody pulled her into his arms now that Curt had gone around the corner of the building. The men had continued to show up and work with the boys, and although they’d tried to keep their love for each other hidden, she thought some of the boys suspected. Reluctantly, she pulled away. It wouldn’t do for anyone to see that she was attracted to both men. Ménage relationships were still on the outside of so-called normal relationships, even in a large city like Tulsa.

  “Tell me what it is. Is it a new car? Or a vacation? Or jewelry? Or a yacht? Ooh, maybe it’s a brand new big home with seventeen bedrooms and a pool and a tennis court.” She bit her lower lip to keep from laughing. “I’m kidding. I didn’t mean to frighten you. You know I don’t care about material things, right? I was just playing with you.”

  Wiley put his hand on his chest. “You had me going. But no. It’s better—or at least we thought it was—than all of that.”