Loving Sanctuary [Slick Rock 12] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  “Are they all married?” Sabrina asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

  “Yes,” Trent answered. “The wife marries the oldest man on paper, but that doesn’t mean the others involved aren’t treated the same or loved any less. In everyone’s heart they are all husbands and wives.”

  Sabrina nodded, not sure what to say. Her heart yearned for what the other people had, to be loved for who she was, and just the thought of having these three men loving her, touching her, was enough to send her waning arousal back up to a low simmer.

  “Sab, we would really like to make love with you.” Trick paused to clear his throat, and she felt his fingers twitch on her legs.

  She was surprised that such a confident, authoritative man would be nervous around her. When she glanced at Trent and then Tristan, she saw that they both looked tense, too. It was like they were holding their breath. And she realized that she was doing the same when she felt her lungs begin to burn. She exhaled and then inhaled as her heart began to beat fast inside her chest.

  “Will you let us show you what being with us would be like, sweetheart?” Tristan almost whispered the question, and she felt his arm flex over her shoulder.

  She didn’t know if she was making the right decision, all things considered, but she couldn’t say no. She wanted to know what it felt like to be with them more than anything, and although she couldn’t find her voice to answer, she met each of their gazes before locking her eyes with Trick’s and nodding.

  She held her breath as Trick got up further onto his knees, and then he was leaning forward. He cupped her face in his hands, keeping their eyes connected until he was too close and out of focus. Her lids lowered, his lips met hers, and she was lost.

  She was lost in sensation as his lips moved over then parted hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth, slid along, and then swirled around hers. She breathed him in through her nose, taking his clean masculine scent deep into her lungs, and held him there. But it wasn’t only her lungs that were affected. Her heart was, too. Trick, Tristan, and Trent had worked their way under her skin and into her soul. The rightness of this moment was so profound, so poignant, she felt tears of emotion burn the back of her eyes. Her heart was full of joy, and her body was warming up from the inside. The more he kissed her, the more she wanted, and although she knew she would never want to let them go, she couldn’t think about that right now.

  Trick broke the kiss, and it took all of her ability to not reach out to him when he rose to his feet, but then he was reaching out to her. He took her hands in his and pulled her up from the bed, and as he stared at her for so long she began to wonder if he’d changed his mind.

  His next words relieved her mind and made her knees feel weak. “Why don’t we get rid of the robe, sweetheart? We want to see all of you.” His hands reached for the belt tied at her waist, and he hesitated a moment as if waiting for her to protest, but when she didn’t, she felt the knot loosen and then he pushed it from her shoulders.

  “Fucking beautiful.” She heard Trent’s voice as if from a long way off. It felt like she’d been waiting for this moment all her life, and now that it was here—everything felt a little surreal.

  “We need to get you more comfortable, baby,” Trent whispered in her ear as he moved up behind her, and she gasped when he pulled her back against his front. Her skin felt almost alive, so sensitive, as if all the nerve endings were exposed, as his clothes brushed against her naked flesh. He was so warm and hard, she wanted to turn around and rip his shirt open so she could know what it was like to have his skin beneath her hands and fingertips. But she wasn’t that confident and didn’t want to do anything wrong.

  Trent lifted her up into his arms and then lowered her onto the middle of the bed. He got up on one side of her, and Tristan got up on the other. She looked toward Trick when he pulled his T-shirt up over his head and felt like drooling when she saw his tanned, muscular chest, wide shoulders, large biceps, and washboard abs. Trent and Tristan tugged their shirts off, too, and she panted as she took in their brawny physiques. She’d never seen men as fit and ripped as these three, and just looking at them caused her pussy to clench and drip moisture.

  Trick gained the bed near her feet, and she inhaled raggedly when his hands landed on her shins, before caressing up and down over her skin to her lower thighs.

  Tristan cupped her cheek and turned her toward him. He’d scooted down on the bed on his side and was lying with his head propped up on his hand. “I need to kiss you again, darlin’.”

  Then he was doing just that. He didn’t start out tentative. He devoured her. And then she moaned into his mouth when a hand cupped and molded one of her breasts. She didn’t have to look to know that Trent was touching her. The warmth simmering low in her belly grew hotter and brighter, making her muscles feel like they had no substance. The hands on her legs moved higher and higher, and she couldn’t help but arch her hips up, begging for them to touch her where she was aching to be touched.

  Her nipple was caressed lightly with a finger or thumb, and then it was being squeezed between the two. The hands on her legs widened them, and her cry was muffled by Tristan’s mouth when fingers explored her pussy.

  “So fucking wet,” she heard Trick rasp.

  The mattress between her legs dipped. Arms wrapped around her thighs, and then she was being spread wide. Trent released her mouth just as Trick licked her. The moan which emitted from her lips seemed overly loud in the room, but she couldn’t help it.

  “Yes, baby,” Trent almost growled. “Let us hear how much you like it.”

  Trick’s tongue was gently and slowly laving over her clit. With each pass of his tongue the pleasure grew and the tension built. She moaned when he rimmed a finger around her entrance and then dipped into her creamy cunt. Her pussy clenched, forcing moisture from inside to drip down over her perineum to her ass. But when he pushed that finger up inside, it felt so damn good that her mouth opened on a breathless cry.

  Trent took advantage of her gaping mouth and kissed her with a voracious hunger. She couldn’t prevent a sob of pleasure when Trick began pumping his finger in and out of her vagina.

  “So fucking tight, sweetheart,” Trick rasped before he started licking over her clit again. She wanted to reach down, grab hold of his hair, and shove his mouth tighter against her pussy, but she fisted the sheet in her hands instead.

  She’d never known the walls of her cunt to be so sensitive before. She felt every slide and glide of his finger as he stroked in and out. Trent’s mouth muffled her groan when Trick added another finger. She felt full and stretched, and although everything they were doing to her was blissful, she wanted more.

  Trick ramped up the speed of his thrusting fingers as well as the rapid movement of his tongue over her engorged pearl. The fire simmering inside grew, as did the tension in her muscles, and she began to wonder if she would survive such ecstasy.

  Tristan leaned down, took a nipple into his mouth, and bit down gently yet firmly, making her cry out, but he didn’t hurt her. The pleasure and pain sent another surge of endorphins traveling through her blood, heating it so much she was scared it might start boiling inside her.

  Every muscle in her body grew taut, making her arms and legs shake, her stomach muscles jump, and her sheath seemed to gather in on itself.

  Trent broke the kiss, and then he, too, was sucking, licking, and biting at her other nipple. Trick did something inside her that caused her to jerk as she hung on the precipice of something so mind blowing that her whole body began to quiver.

  And then she was screaming. Her pussy clenched and released around Trick’s fingers, only to grab hold before loosening again. She’d never felt anything like she was experiencing in her life as her whole body quaked and quavered in the most monumental orgasm.

  She was only vaguely aware of the growls of approval as nirvana buffeted her this way and that. And when she did start to come back down to awareness, she realized that Trick was still lapp
ing lightly at her pussy and she actually heard him swallowing down her juices.

  Trent and Tristan were both caressing their hands over her shoulders and arms and sides in slow, soothing strokes while making nonsensical noises. Sabrina hadn’t even noticed that her eyes were closed until she opened them, and when she did it was to see three sexy, gorgeous men looking at her as if she’d created the moon and stars.

  “I love seeing you come, honey. But the next time you do I am going to be buried inside this pretty little, tight cunt.” Trick kissed the top of her mound before he got off the bed. His gaze was still locked with hers as he reached down and opened his jeans and then pushed them and his underwear down.

  Her breath stuttered in her throat and her just-satisfied libido began to simmer again when she saw his thick, long cock. She exhaled raggedly and then looked at the ceiling as she tried to get ahold of herself. Her pussy was already clenching and leaking juices in anticipation of being filled, and her blood heated.

  She looked back down when she felt the bed dip again, and then Trick was hovering over her. With a quick glance to the sides, she saw that Trent and Tristan had moved away to give their brother room.

  His knees were on the bed inside of hers, and his hands were bracketing her near her shoulders. He lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the lips, making her groan with frustration when he didn’t deepen it the way she wanted him to, and pulled back again.

  “Sabrina, are you a virgin?”

  “No,” she whispered as heat filled her cheeks. She wished she could have said yes, but she wasn’t about to lie.

  “When was the last time you had sex, sweetheart?”

  Her cheeks heated more, but she was glad that they were getting this out there, because she didn’t want them to think she was experienced when it was so far from the truth.

  “I had sex in my first year of college and not since.”

  “Did the guy look out for you?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Did he make you come?” Tristan asked.

  “No, but it was my first time and I’d heard it could be painful and an orgasm might not happen.”

  “He was an ass, baby.” Trent stroked a finger down her cheek.

  Sabrina nodded because she didn’t know what to say.

  “He hurt you, didn’t he?” Trick stated more than asked, and she wondered how the hell he knew that.

  She frowned but nodded again.

  “How do you know?” she finally managed to ask.

  “You got this look on your face right before you climaxed,” Tristan said.

  “What look?”

  “Like you were surprised,” Trent answered.

  “Umm…”

  “I’m glad we could show you a sample of what making love is meant to be like.” Trick leaned down and kissed her lips again. “And we have a whole lot more to show you, sweetheart.”

  Then he was kissing her like she wanted him to. Open mouth, tongue thrusting in and out, and so carnally her body began to burn again.

  Sabrina clutched at his shoulders, and he just continued kissing until she thought she would pass out. When he broke the kiss, she gasped in air only to moan as he licked, kissed, and nibbled his way down her neck to her chest.

  His lips closed over one nipple, and he suckled on it strongly until she was moving restlessly. He worked his way over to her other nipple and drew on that one firmly, too.

  She arched up when his fingers dipped into her soaking pussy, and then he lifted his head to stare into her eyes.

  “Are you on the pill, honey?”

  She shook her head and hoped they wouldn’t have to stop. She mentally cursed herself for not thinking that far ahead.

  “Don’t go fretting, Sab. I’ve got you covered.” Trick reached over and took a foil packet from Trent. He ripped it open with his teeth, sat back on his heels, and rolled the condom over his cock. “Are you ready for me, honey?”

  “Yes,” she answered breathily, which made him smile. That smile caused her heart to flip, because it lit up his whole face, making him look even more handsome.

  Trick shoved his arms under her legs and then lifted them. His suited cock brushed up and down her folds, making her moan, and then he was pushing inside of her. The wet tissue of her pussy stretched as the head of his cock slid inside. He held still and panted for breath.

  “All right, honey?”

  “No,” Sabrina moaned. “I need more. Give me more, Trick.”

  “With pleasure, sweetie.”

  He shoved in a little more and held still again, repeating that process over and over until he was all the way inside. His cock was so thick and long she swore she could feel him in her throat, but it was damn amazing, too.

  Sabrina wiggled her hips and bowed up in silent demand and groaned when he heeded her command. He withdrew to the bulbous tip and then slowly shoved back in. With each stroke of his cock in and out of her aching, wet pussy, he increased the pace of his thrusts. His dick glided along her inner walls, faster and faster.

  His erection felt stupendous sliding in and out of her cunt, creating a friction so good it almost hurt. Her body began to coil, her muscles becoming stiff as the need inside grew hotter and brighter.

  He was moving inside her fast and deep, his pelvis slapping into her ass cheeks, which caused her flesh to ripple and, amazingly, sent more pleasurable vibrations deep inside. She was so close to the peak she could practically taste it, but for some reason she couldn’t manage to topple over. Not that it really mattered. She was awed that she was giving Trick pleasure and didn’t really care if she didn’t get to come a second time.

  But all of a sudden Trick shifted up higher onto his knees as he released one of her legs, and then he was gripping an ass cheek with his hand. The changed angle as he shoved down inside her had her sobbing with bliss as his shaft caressed over her clit and the head of his cock touched a very sensitive spot inside.

  One stroke, two strokes, and she was screaming. Her pussy contracted hard around his cock as she came. Over and over, her internal walls gripped and let go, and to her surprise, cream gushed from her cunt.

  “Fuck yes,” Trick growled as he shoved into her again and again. “Come all over me.”

  Sabrina saw stars as the orgasm seemed to go on and on, and on.

  Trick pistoned his cock in and out of her four more times before thrusting forward as deep as he could go, and then he froze inside of her. He roared when his cock twitched and jerked inside her, eliciting more aftershocks as he, too, reached climax. Then he flopped down over her with his weight braced off of her and shoved his head into the crook of her neck.

  His breathing was loud in her ear, but she loved hearing it and knowing she was the reason for his breathlessness. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him tight. She loved the feel of his sweat-coated skin beneath her hands and ran them up and down his back, mapping his muscles with her fingertips.

  She felt him tense, and then he braced his body and pushed up so he could see her, their lower halves still intimately connected.

  “I’ve never…” He paused to swallow, and she saw so much emotion in his eyes her heart flipped. He leaned down and placed a gentle yet reverent kiss on her lips. “You’re amazing, Sab. Special.”

  Tears filled her eyes, and to her horror, they spilled over.

  “Baby, what is it?” Trent asked.

  She turned to look at him but couldn’t reply because the lump in her throat was too big, so she gave a slight shake of her head.

  “Sabrina, did I hurt you?” Trick asked.

  “No,” she managed to say even if her voice was a little husky. “You made me feel so much.”

  Trick smiled and winked, and then they both groaned as he pulled his cock from her body.

  “I know just how you feel, honey,” he said before rolling off the bed and heading toward the bathroom.

  She couldn’t help but watch and drool over his sexy ass flexing as he walked away
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  Chapter Eight

  Trent couldn’t wait any longer. He needed Sabrina, and he needed her now. He rolled from the bed and tugged at the button of his jeans so hard it went flying across to the other side of the room and hit the wall. He didn’t care. All he cared about was sinking into her hot, wet pussy.

  He shoved his jeans and boxers down and cursed under his breath when he realized he still had his boots on. He toed his boots off, and then he kicked his jeans and boxers aside. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes a moment as he tried to get his raging hunger under control and was pleased he did, otherwise he might have done the unthinkable and joined with Sabrina without getting a condom. He rushed over to the bedside table, tore the pack open, and rolled it down his cock as he got up onto the bed beside her.

  He barely glanced at Trick when he came back from the bathroom and took a seat on the sofa across the room.

  Trent needed to make sure she was with him all the way before he even thought about pushing into her body. He lay down beside her, and when she turned her head to look at him, he reached up, cupped her cheeks, and slanted his mouth over hers. He kissed her like there was no tomorrow, and right now there wasn’t. There was only the here and now with her.

  He growled into her mouth when he felt her fingers threading through his hair and shifted his hands down to position her onto her side before pulling her up against him. He groaned when her warm, soft, naked skin connected with his, the sensation so intense his eyes burned.

  He mapped her curves with his hands, still kissing her hungrily, and shifted his body away from hers slightly so he could cup her breasts. His hands molded her soft, plump globes, and she arched them further into his hands while making a kittenish mewing sound in the back of her throat.

  Fuck! I love those sexy little sounds she makes. I want to hear more.

  Trent strummed his thumbs back and forth over her nipples as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, dancing with and along hers. She tasted so fucking sweet, so right, he wanted to kiss her forever. But he couldn’t because he needed to fill his lungs with more air, and he had no doubt that she did, too, so he slowed the kiss and then gasped in a breath before he nibbled down her neck. He smiled against her skin when he felt her shiver when he found a sweet spot, so he sucked the skin into his mouth and nipped it.