Edwards, Willa - Midnight Mirage (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Willa Edwards

  “Not enough time,” she whispered, half hopeful they’d ignore her denial.

  “I don’t know about you, Linc, but that sounds like a challenge to me.”

  She could hear the smile in Gabe’s voice, but when she opened her eyes a slit, all she saw was Lincoln’s intense stare, his dark head dropping in an agreeing nod.

  “I’m sleeping.” Mallory slammed her eyes shut again, pretending to fall back asleep, though sleep was the last thing on her mind.

  “Then we’ll just have to wake you up.” Lincoln’s voice was husky with desire. His fingers smoothed along her neck, traced her collarbone, and explored farther. Her entire body sizzled liked she’d been covered from head to toe in champagne.

  Mallory’s eyes fluttered open on a moan, the sensation of her nipples being fondled, and pinched rousing her awake faster than a cheer in the dead of night. This was definitely the way to wake up. Her body shifted, pushing into their caresses, demanding more.

  Mallory didn’t allow herself to think that this might be the last time she woke up this way. There was no point in focusing on the future when the present looked so good.

  “Your nipples seem to have woken up.”

  Gabe’s elegant accent dotted each word, the sound alone enough to make her wet all over again. She looked up to meet his warm honey eyes. A cocky, crooked grin, exemplifying his leading rock star persona, covered his face. His hand stroked her breast, twisting the very tip between his talented fingers.

  Gabe’s warm body circled her left side. The hard muscles of his stomach and chest pressed up against her own flush form. His knee pushed between hers, opening her to the cool air, the soft breeze brushing across her tender, damp cunt. She rolled her head on the fluffy down pillow toward the heat and touch of Lincoln, on her other side. His hand gripped her closest inner thigh, massaging with deep, penetrating fingers, his hold moving in tandem with Gabe’s touch.

  She’d imagined being with two men occasionally, never with any real intention of fulfilling the fantasy. She was sure many other women did the same. Now that she had, Mallory knew all those other women were dead wrong. She’d been wrong. There was no way anyone could imagine the intoxicating sensation of having two men at once. Even the differing movements of these two men’s hands running over her body was so erotic and overwhelming, she thought it might be possible for her to come by the sensation alone.

  But it was more than just sensations. More than hands and tongues and cocks. The most addictive part was the look in Lincoln and Gabe’s eyes. Her heart skipped a beat at the emotion that radiated from their gaze, as if she were the center of their world, the most beautiful woman in the world. She’d give anything to make it last, to keep this feeling, but she knew it would come to an end. All good things do.

  Gabe leaned over, pinching her nipple hard as he whispered into her ear, “Ready for more?”

  She moaned, both from the sensation and words whispered into her ear, thrusting her chest forward for more. Gabe groaned with her, gripping her tighter, while Lincoln’s fingers smoothed along her thigh, racing up to graze her pussy. Only the tease of a caress. Gabe lifted his head to meet his friend’s gaze over her naked, flushed body. Her breath desperate and panting as the two men smiled in unison. Their appreciation vibrated through the air, as if her cries were a new hit song they’d never heard before.

  “I think that’s a yes, Linc.” Gabe’s hand brushed down her stomach, zipping electricity along every nerve.

  Lincoln nodded, sweeping soft, teasing strokes along her clit and lower lips, pushing his fingers inside her. Her body tightened against his seductive assault, heat blooming beneath their touch.

  Her thighs closed together, hoping to find the friction she needed, desperation controlling her body as well as her mind. Both of the men surrounding her instantly responded to her reaction. Lincoln jammed his finger deep into her sensitive pussy, forcing her back to arch as she pushed against him. Gabe’s hand yanked her legs apart, his fingers almost bruising where they encircled her thighs.

  Her eyes flew open, meeting Gabe’s stare as he shook his head. She hadn’t meant to close her legs against them, but her body had behaved on its own, searching the pleasure she needed.

  “Roll over,” Lincoln commanded, easing his fingers out of her, the demand and slight disappointment burning in his dark eyes.

  Mallory rolled over, straddling her legs around Gabe’s waist. The silky sheet slid down her back, leaving her completely nude and exposing her entire body to the winter cool. Gabe’s fully-erect cock brushed along her lower belly, tickling her pussy lips spread wide by her position. She almost moaned at the vulnerability and eroticism of the position, propped up on her knees, her ass protruding into the air, open to both of them.

  Lincoln’s hands rubbed her shoulders, smoothed down her back, sending shivers across her chest and scaling her spine. His heat enveloped her, the slippery tip of his cock tracing along her ass where it curved into her thighs.

  Mallory had never been very submissive, in bed or outside of it, but enveloped between these two hard male bodies and demanding wills, she found herself giving in to their commands. Her body was so ripe and needy she couldn’t stop herself, and she didn’t want to. It felt too damn good.

  She’d always thought submissive women were wimps, without a mind of their own. But if this was how it felt to be dominated, Mallory took it all back. They were the smartest women in the world.

  Lincoln’s fingers tickled the sensitive dimples above her ass as Gabe rocked his hips. The soft thrusts rubbed the length of his cock along her engorged pussy, occasionally brushing her clit, her sex convulsing and quivering with desperation. Lincoln’s palms kneading the rounded muscle of her ass, soothing and separating, massaged heat and need into her body.

  Beneath her, Gabe smiled, pinching her nipples until she moaned. “I love that sound,” Gabe whispered. He licked her right nipple before sucking the left into his mouth and nipping the tip.

  “I agree.” Lincoln’s breath ruffled her hair as he kissed her nape. “How about some more?” His words were husky, directed past her to the man pinned beneath her, happily toying with her breasts. She floated on sensation as her two men determined a plan to make her scream. Her body convulsed with anticipation.

  Lincoln decorated each of her vertebra with a kiss as he traveled down her back. The bed bounced as he shifted his weight off the mattress. Absent of his heat, goose bumps prickled across Mallory’s shoulders and upper arms.

  “Finally, I have you all to myself.” That devilish smile that meant trouble, in the best way, covered Gabe’s lips. He wrapped his arms around her, tangling his fingers through her hair and directing her down to his waiting mouth. His lips wrapped around hers, warm and soft. His tongue plundered her mouth, dancing with hers. The kisses were sweeter than they’d shared before, surprising given the erotic positions they now held, and all they’d already done to each other.

  “Not so fast,” Lincoln growled behind her. The bed sagged as Lincoln climbed back onto the mattress to rejoin them, lurching Mallory forward and smashing her breasts into Gabe’s chest. Her face snuggled into the crook in his neck as Gabe’s arms tightened around her. He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck as Lincoln’s hard, warm frame returned to cover her, replacing all her chills with hot quivers.

  “Over too soon,” Gabe whispered in her ear, too low for Lincoln to hear. Her body flushed at the words, heat different than the bright burst of lust or molten shivers their touch created. It was a warm heat, like a warm fire surrounded by friends, or a mug of spiced rum. The sensation made her chest tighten and breathe hard to grasp.

  She looked up to meet Gabe’s eyes as a slick finger tickled her anus, causing her to squeal and buck between her men. Gabe’s arms fastened around her, holding her still for the slow intrusion. She cast a glance over her shoulder to see Lincoln’s dark eyes staring back at her, flaming, tempting her to give in to anything these men asked for, the very little she hadn’t alr
eady conceded in their previous blissful abandon.

  “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?” Gabe asked, the naughty words and image even more seductive in his accent.

  Mallory nodded, biting down on her lip as Lincoln’s thick finger probed her nether hole.

  Lincoln growled behind her, pressing his finger deeper, the heat and slight pain forcing her to moan. It didn’t hurt, not that bad, but the idea that she’d failed them with her experience made her heart throb. It was a sensation she’d never felt before.

  She’d never cared what men thought of her past. She’d never been ashamed of being a sexually active modern woman in control of her own choices. Yet staring down at Gabe’s honest, caring eyes, for the first time in her life she felt she’d been deprived of something, of having these two men initiate her in such a way.

  “I was curious,” she justified, not entirely sure why she felt the need to explain.

  Gabe’s hands smoothed over her arms, around her hips, and along the back of her thighs and calves, soothing her with his warm touch.

  “Did you enjoy it?” Lincoln’s thick voice rumbled in her ear.

  She shook her head, her long hair rubbing along her back in exaggerated, tickling brushes. The strands tangled along Lincoln’s chest hair and his strong arms. His body pressed so close to hers there was no room between them for her hair to move without sweeping his skin.

  “No?” Gabe’s warm palms skimmed her body, using a slight pressure to stimulate every inch he touched.

  “It was okay,” she qualified, “but he wasn’t gentle.” Mallory winced at the memory, her entire body tightening at the remembered pain. Sensing her discomfort, Lincoln massaged the round muscles of her ass, soothing her with his gentle touches and comforting pressures.

  It wouldn’t be the same with these men. Mallory knew it wasn’t possible. Nothing was the same with them.

  “He didn’t know what he was doing,” Mallory continued, not even sure if Gabe was asking for an explanation, but compelled to give him one.

  She didn’t want them to think she wasn’t interested in being with both of them at the same time. She wanted it so bad she shook with desperation. She knew it was ridiculous, but she worried if they didn’t both fuck her together, her body might stop functioning altogether. It was definitely getting harder to breathe.

  Gabe’s hands wandered up her spine, then stroked up her neck to cup her face. He turned her chin toward him as Lincoln continued his slow penetration from behind. His fingers smoothed the lube around her anus, rimming her with a fierce caring that echoed down to her bones.

  “I can’t promise it won’t hurt, love.” Gabe’s words wafted across her moist lips. Her mouth watered to taste them again. “But it will only hurt a little. Just enough to make it feel so damn good.”

  She nodded, unable to stop herself any longer, her new submissive nature faltering already. She dropped her head to capture his lips in a fierce kiss. He allowed her a minute to enjoy her control before he took command, making her gasp in response. His tongue pushed commandingly through her teeth. The vague taste of herself still clung to his lips, though it had been hours since his tongue had played between her legs. As Gabe consumed her mouth, Lincoln shoved another thick finger into her anus, scissoring them inside her to open her farther. Heat flared deep in her stomach, across her chest, and between her legs.

  She moaned into Gabe’s mouth, the pain doing exactly what he’d described, intensifying the pleasure until it felt so damn good she thought she might black out. Without thought, she pushed back against Lincoln’s intruding fingers, slowly fucking herself against his hand. Lincoln snarled, pulling her hair until her neck arched back toward him. He placed his lips on her neck, gliding down the column in a soft, warm swipe. His teeth gripped her throat in a sizzling bite. His hand tightened in her tresses, each tug on her scalp increasing her desperation.

  “I think she’s ready.” Lincoln’s sex-graveled voice echoed from behind her. His lips traced across her shoulder, nipping the farthest curve.

  “Are you open to us, love?” Gabe asked, his fingers cradling her head, directing her gaze to his as Lincoln’s fingers scaled her spine, quivers echoing down her limbs.

  She nodded, but neither man moved. Their strong bodies, posed and waiting, curved around her. They wanted more. They wanted her complete acceptance, and she was all too happy to give it to them. “Yes.”

  Gabe grabbed her hips, holding steady. Lincoln’s warm, hot palms spread her cheeks, opening her to the extreme as he slowly directed his cock toward her oiled ass.

  He pushed his bulbous cock head into her, forcing a scream from deep in her throat, the pain rippling through her, shivering down every nerve, followed quickly after by a wave of pleasure. Lincoln’s hands smoothed her skin as he whispered sweet words of affection and encouragement in her ear. She thought she heard love, commitment, and tomorrow in his whispers, but she couldn’t hold on to it. She couldn’t focus on anything beyond the twisted pain and pleasure rocking through her.

  Gabe’s hands held her hips secure as Lincoln pushed forward slowly, not giving her too much of his length at once. It burned, the stretching deep in her ass enough to overwhelm her senses, yet thrilling all the same. The naughty feeling of being filled entirely skittered her mind. She pushed back against him, encouraging Lincoln to thrust forward, to fill her the rest of the way.

  Lincoln groaned, long and deep, as he plunged into her to the hilt. The sound settled inside her like a warm glow. She’d never made a man groan that deep, as if she’d fulfilled him on a level he’d never known he had. Even the man she’d allowed to violate her this way before hadn’t appeared to enjoy it as much as Lincoln did. Her empty pussy dripped, hot enough to melt glass, demanding more.

  Lincoln’s fingers shook as he gripped her waist, holding her stable as Gabe’s hands dropped from her. She felt the light, teasing tickle of his cock along her soaked pussy, separating her lips, brushing along her clit, coating the tip with her arousal.

  She cried at the soft brush. Her nerves were so extended and alert, even the lightest touch overpowered her system.

  “Are you ready, love?” Gabe growled into her ear.

  Biting down on her lip to keep the panting moans and desperate whimpers to herself, Mallory nodded. This time it was enough.

  Gabe settled his cock into her entrance, then pushed forward with deliberate determination, the space much tighter with Lincoln thrust up her back and her body still recovering from their previous performance. As he worked his length into her, Mallory fought for breath between moans and desperate pleas for more. The sounds rolled off her tongue in an incoherent jumble.

  Gabe let out a long groan, fully seated inside her. Her jaw rattled, making any speech beyond a moan impossible. Her body shook between her men, shivering as if she’d been left outside, naked in the cold, for hours. Though her skin flared so hot she could set the sheets aflame.

  Inside her, Lincoln and Gabe remained still, giving her a minute to acclimate to the sensation. But Mallory wasn’t interested in adjusting, in having space or time. She needed two cocks fucking, driving her past sanity with their dual sensations, and she needed it now. The feeling was instinctual, beyond thought or control.

  Mallory gripped the sheets on either side of Gabe’s torso, using her grip to prop herself up to move against them, to take what she wanted and her body craved. But she couldn’t move. Her arms shook beneath her weight, her leverage not enough to thrust between their hard male bodies. She screamed out, frustrated, needing more but unable to satisfy her craving.

  “Please. I can’t,” she pleaded, pinned beneath Lincoln’s muscled body and Gabe’s equally rippling frame.

  “Don’t worry, love.” Gabe’s hands smoothed over her chest, molding around her breasts and kneading gently.

  She threw her head back, prisoner to the sensation. The additional touch zipped along her nerves in a white-hot burn, adding fuel to the already-raging fire in her cunt.
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br />   “We’ll take care of everything.” Lincoln’s breath gusted along her neck as his hand snaked around her body to find her clit, buried in her slick folds. She moaned, her head drooping to Gabe’s chest as Lincoln’s fingers plucked at her clit with a demanding rhythm.

  “Let us do all the work.” Gabe kissed the top of her head, loving and sweet.

  Her heart clenched. Foreign words filled her mind, concepts of permanence that could never be. Whispers of commitment, which had never mattered to Mallory before, bloomed to life in her imagination.

  Lincoln rammed into her, making her cry out, scattering her thoughts as Gabe retreated. Lincoln slowly pulled out as Gabe plunged balls deep inside her. Her body rolled between the two men as they each thrust, pushing her closer to the edge. The dual sensations as these two men plunged into her over and over sizzled along her every nerve, their practiced rhythm too much to handle.

  “I’m coming,” she moaned, her back arched, and her legs trembled around Gabe’s hips. Starbursts of color flashed across her eyes, bright and dazzling as the New Year’s fireworks igniting some other midnight.

  “Me, too,” Lincoln growled behind her, his movements speeding up, his thrusts deeper, more demanding, almost too much to survive, but if she could pick a way to die, this would be it. The intensity and pleasure was too amazing to deny.

  “God, Mal,” he whispered into her hair, her head thrown back against his shoulder. “I love you.” Lincoln’s words were rough, distant as she cascaded over the brink, swirling down into her orgasm.

  Lincoln screamed her name again as he came, his cock jerking inside her. His body shook. His arms wrapped around her, his fingers maintaining their dizzying circular movement as Gabe continued to thrust into her, shoving through each convulsion and contraction.

  Exhausted by her release, she slumped forward, burying her face in Gabe’s neck as Lincoln eased back from her. She tried to focus on the sensation around her, to ground herself in the continued fullness of Gabe inside her, the smell of both men along her skin. But it all appeared distant and blurred, like looking through crystal.