Made Men 8: All or Nothing (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  Brew held her purse and the yellow envelope in his hands as he stood watching them.

  Logic unzipped her dress, and she let her arms hang to the sides as the material fell to the floor. She was naked, only wearing the thin, sheer bra that showed her nipples, but helped to show no lines in the thin, sexy dress she had worn.

  He bit his lower lip. Brew was breathing through his nostrils behind her, pulling off his shirt.

  “If I ever see that man, any man other than my brothers touch your ass, your body, or try to kiss you, I’m going to kick his fucking ass,” Logic warned her. Her lips parted, his intense tone and facial expression, narrowed eyes, heavy breathing made her pussy drip.

  “Tell us you want us. That you accept us claiming every part of you tonight,” he said to her.

  She was shaking, she felt so aroused. She wondered how many women they brought to this luxurious penthouse. How many they seduced and fucked in each of these large rooms and maybe even against the island with the million dollar view in the wall to ceiling glass?

  “I don’t want to be just another woman you’ve brought to this penthouse, showing off your wealth and power. I want and need more. It doesn’t matter how crazy you make me. Or how needy for each of you to be inside of me. I’m risking everything.”

  Logic closed the space between them and cupped her hair and head.

  “You are the first and only woman we’ve had in this penthouse. In our home. Don’t make me wait any longer. Accept us. We’re taking you together.”

  He stared into her eyes and she knew he would wait, they each would until she accepted them fully.

  “Yes. I accept. All of you, together.”

  He kissed her tenderly, spreading kisses from the corners of her mouth to the center, plunging his tongue deeper, then lifting her up and carrying her through the penthouse.

  Logic set her down in the center of the room. He pulled away and undressed quickly. So did the others. She reached back and undid her bra, letting it fall to the rug. Hands were on her everywhere as Brew thrust against her backside, his thick hard cock pressing against the crack.

  “Use this. A lot of it,” Royce said and she looked toward the bed and the tube of lube there.

  Brew gripped her hips while Logic suckled one breast and Train suckled the other. She felt Royce’s palm slide along her ass, squeezing her flesh then stroking a finger along her crack. Brew bit gently on a sensitive cord in her neck and shoulder.

  “Oh,” she moaned, feeling her body go limp, only for the men to hold her upright and feast on her together. Hands spread her thighs, causing her to part her legs then fingers took turns stroking up into her cunt.

  “So wet and swollen for cock, aren’t you, sweetie?” Train asked her.

  “Yes. Oh yes, please,” she begged for it.

  “You made me wait too long for you, Alda. Too fucking long.” He nipped her shoulder then pressed something thick and cold to her asshole as Train lifted her leg and thigh up against his hip on the left side of her. Logic knelt in front of her, held her on the other side stroking her pussy and Royce suckled her breast. Hard.

  Brew’s finger slid into her asshole all the way as Logic thrust fingers into her cunt slowly.

  “Oh, it burns. Oh,” she moaned.

  “Take slow, easy breaths, Alda. You’re so tight, but you want us to claim you, to take you together and make you all ours. You want a cock in this virgin ass. Tell me yes. Tell me yes,” Brew demanded and thrust a little faster.

  She felt her core tighten and an orgasm hit her so hard she cried out. “Yes! Yes, damn you, yes.”

  Immediately they pulled fingers from her body and Brew lifted her up, turned her around so he lay on the edge of the bed and she straddled his hips. She felt wild, needy, and as she lowered over his shaft, sunk down on his thick cock, she took in the sight of all his muscles, his tattoos and the demanding, troublemaking terror of a man who turned her on and kissed him wildly. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and ravished him as he had done to her the other night. She rocked her hips and he ran large, warm hands up and down her back, her ass then to her neck. He gripped under her hair and she pulled from his mouth and gasped.

  “Relax those muscles, and get that mouth ready for cock,” Brew ordered to her just as Logic pressed lube to her asshole. The bed dipped as her ass burned and then began to ease with every stroke.

  “Just like that. Nice and easy breaths, and rock those hips. Ride Brew’s cock, woman. Take from him what you need,” Train said to her as he palmed her ass with one hand and stroked his cock with the other.

  “Holy fuck, she looks so hot. She’s sucking my fingers in good and tight,” Logic stated aloud.

  “She’s ready. She has to be ready,” Brew said through clenched teeth.

  “Take me, too, sweetie. Open that sexy mouth and suck my cock,” Train said to her. She opened her mouth immediately, never feeling so alive, so sensual and ready for whatever they wanted to do. She licked the tip of Train’s thick cock, and then absorbed the taste of him, and the scent of him as she rocked her hips up and down. Hands landed on her hips and then Logic’s fingers pulled from her ass just as she felt the orgasm building. She moaned against Train’s cock in protest when she felt the thick, bulbous head of Logic’s cock press against her asshole then push and nudge into her.

  She tightened up.

  Smack.

  She jerked.

  “Ease up and relax those muscles. You’re ours, woman. All fucking ours,” Royce stated firmly.

  She eased her muscles and Logic grunted and complained. “So tight. Too fucking tight.” He rocked into her, trying to get in when suddenly she felt the plop and he was inside of her all the way and they all moaned.

  “Beautiful. Now claim her together,” Royce stated and they all started moving in sync after the direct order. She did her part and sucked and bobbed her head while they filled her with cock and made her theirs, a part of them forever. Tears filled her eyes and hope that this wasn’t temporary because she knew she would never be the same again. She couldn’t even keep up, the sensations overwhelmed her. Brew gripped her hips and thrust upward. Train stroked into her mouth.

  “There. So fucking there,” Logic yelled out and came in her ass.

  “Move,” Royce demanded. Brew and Train chuckled. Train ran his fingers through her hair and spoke to her as Logic eased from her ass.

  “So sensual and sexy. Things are going to change, baby. Change so fucking much.”

  She felt the hands on her shoulders massaging her there and then Royce’s cock against her asshole.

  “Nice and easy, baby. My turn to claim this ass. We’re all going to claim it tonight. All of us,” he said and she felt the cool liquid press into her anus and a second later the tip of Royce’s thick cock pressed into her asshole.

  “Oh man, I can’t. Holy fuck, that’s incredible,” Train said and rocked a little faster. Gripped her hair and she knew he was coming. “Swallow me. All of it,” he demanded as he came and she gulped and suckled until he pulled out, moaning.

  “Oh,” she exclaimed the second Royce shoved into her ass and held still.

  “Come on, Alda. Take us. Come on, baby, together,” Brew encouraged her and she was gasping for breath, feeling overwhelmed as another orgasm approached. They started to thrust in sync, fucking her ass and pussy then slowing down as if they were making love, marking her, easing inside of her, making a path and paved way that would always be theirs. She could hardly focus as the tears hit her eyes and her vision blurred. “Oh!” She cried out and came.

  “Grr.” They both growled and pumped into her then came at the same time.

  Royce kissed her shoulders and spine as he eased out of her ass. She lay flat against Brew’s chest, his hands caressing her everywhere and then his mouth and lips kissed her cheeks and jaw. He eased her to the side, slid from her cunt and then spread more kisses along her breast and neck. Train raised her arms up above her head as Logic and he washed her up and the
n kissed her from palms to toes, tickling her.

  * * * *

  Train traced along the cleavage of Alda’s breasts as she lay on the bed. Royce held her wrists above her head, kissing her other breast. Brew and Logic sat in large cushioned chairs at the edge of the bed, watching them and resting. He looked at the light scratch on her hip healing quickly and his chest tightened, remembering that night. He traced her tattoo and she inhaled, tilting her hips up. He glanced back at her watching him, eyes glazed over with desire, body naked to their eyes, their touch.

  “So tell us about Antonio and your so-called business meetings with him.”

  She tightened up and Royce gripped her wrists and leaned closer to her lips.

  “Never lie to us. Remember that.”

  “And you?” she retorted quickly.

  “Will be honest with you,” he said and then kissed her lips. Royce pulled back and Train continued to caress her skin and trace the tattoo.

  “There’s a lot going on at work,” she whispered.

  “That involves him and you meeting for dinner, having an intimate drink at bars?” Brew asked from the edge of the bed.

  “Not intimate.”

  “Don’t. I saw his hand on your ass,” Brew stated and sat up, rested his elbows on his knees, his legs apart and stared at her body.

  “He touched your hair tonight. Gazed into your eyes and kept a hand on you like you belonged to him. Hell, he even pulled you close as if to protect you from us,” Logic told her.

  “I’ve been with him all week.”

  “What?” Train asked, stopping what he was doing.

  “Not with him, with him. Just at work, at the studio, and out to dinner. There’s so much happening right now.”

  “That’s why you made up reasons to avoid getting together with us?” Royce asked, releasing her wrists and sitting up.

  “You had excuses, too,” she countered.

  “If you want to call trying to track down this fucking asshole drug dealer making the pills that could have gotten you and Alessa gang raped, sure,” Brew raised his voice at her.

  She lifted up, leaning on her elbows. “That’s what you’ve been doing? Not avoiding me, running from a one-night stand?” she asked, looking and sounding shocked.

  “One-night stand? Is that what you thought of our first night together?” Logic asked her.

  “I did, because Royce and Brew were gone when I woke up and Train and Logic didn’t even ask for breakfast or act like they wanted to stay. They were like take a shower or soak, and then just standing there when I walked into the room. It was awkward,” she told them.

  “Honey, we never ever stayed at a woman’s place, nor took the same woman together,” Royce told her.

  “What? No. No way, not with your reputations,” she said and sat up, pulled the covers up to cover her body.

  “Don’t believe everything you’ve heard about us. Women, people talk and make shit up,” Logic said to her.

  “We’re getting off track here. Back to Antonio and the fact the man wants you in his bed. What are you going to do about him?” Brew asked.

  She stared at Brew.

  “What are you proposing?” she asked him.

  “Proposing?” Brew asked.

  “Sure. You’re telling me the other night was not a one-night stand. I’m assuming tonight isn’t either since I did let you make love to me together and I’ve never let any man do to me what the four of you have, so I think it’s safe to say I am hoping there’s more to this than just sex.”

  Royce caressed her thigh.

  “This is new to us, too. We’ve never had a woman come over to our penthouse, never mind sleep in my bed or any bed,” Royce said to her. Obviously this was his room.

  Train could see her expression like she was expecting more than that.

  “We need time to adjust to this, too,” Train said to her.

  “As I do, too,” she said.

  Train wanted to tell her to stay away from other men, and from this Antonio guy, but how could he? They all needed to be on board with this and the reason why she was pissed at them was because they pushed her away and they were still trying to get over these new emotions.

  “Back to Antonio. What’s going on with work and changes?” Royce asked her this time.

  “The company is expanding and looking to promote overseas one product at a time,” she said to them.

  “Overseas?” Logic asked.

  “Yes, and Antonio, his cousin and the company they have are negotiating terms of importing and exporting services for MAX Industries. I had to do a lot of prep work for this potential new position they’re offering me,” she said to them.

  “What new position?” Train asked.

  “What prep work?” Brew asked and she lowered her eyes and her cheeks flushed.

  “They want me to be the image, the face of the cosmetic line. I had to go to the salon, get the works done, then to the studio for a shoot all day Tuesday, the proofs are over there if you want to see them,” she said and pointed to the dresser where they had placed her purse and the yellow folder earlier. Logic walked over and opened the file. He whistled.

  “Let me see,” Brew stated and Logic showed him a picture and then placed the folder onto the bed. They spread them out, looking at Alda posing, some close ups, some far away. She was dressed professionally yet sexy, with her cleavage showing. Train noticed one particular picture where she leaned against a square cube that had makeup products on it, her hand on her waist, her brown hair flowing and a tight black dress that showed how well-endowed she was, and the roundness of her breasts, tan legs crossed, and sexy as damn hell.

  “Holy fuck, this is a hot shot,” Royce said and held that picture up.

  “So Antonio was with you for this shoot and all these pictures?” Brew asked her as Logic gathered up the shots and stared at the one they each thought was the sexiest.

  “He picked the best shot. Along with Maxwell and Haley, and of course the photographers.”

  Brew climbed up the bed. He pushed the covers from her body and spread her thighs, climbing between her legs.

  “That dick got to see you posing all sexy, and even looked at photos with you to decide the best ones? Did he have his hands on your ass as you looked?” he asked, raising his voice.

  “No, Brew. He was very professional, and nice. I think he’s a very nice guy.”

  “Nice enough to sleep with?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  “I don’t like him and I don’t trust him. He wants what’s ours. Limit your alone time with him and no more lunch dates,” he told her then pulled her down by her ankles before pressing between her legs and kissing her.

  Train looked at Royce and Logic. He didn’t like the feeling he had. Jealousy, uncertainty filled his heart and that wasn’t like him or his brothers at all. They were rock solid men with steel hearts. Alda was perfection and then some. Could they make a real commitment to her, or was she right? Was it just lust, a super strong attraction that eventually would die out? He didn’t think so, because for the first time in Train’s life, he wanted a woman for more than just her body, and temporarily. He wanted Alda entirely, and the thought of her with any other man besides his brothers made him see red. It was a lot to process, but they had time. It was only a week, not quite since they first had sex. In another week they could re-evaluate their feelings and the next steps. Maybe.

  Chapter 8

  “How are things coming along with that company? Can you get the deal signed so we can increase supply?” Salento Sorenno asked Antonio over the phone.

  “It’s taking some time. I don’t think we should rush this, Salento.”

  “I want to make the money fast and start this operation going.”

  “I understand that, but Tatum and I need to ensure that this plan is foolproof. We’re working with manufacturers now to see how we can smuggle the product in and make it undetectable.”

  “By breaking it down to powder
form and placing it into the makeup palettes. Once they hit the states you can break them down into capsules carefully. Every bit counts of that stuff,” Salento stated.

  “You don’t need to tell me since we created it. The fewer people who know about this operation, the better,” Antonio replied.

  “Agreed. Now, about the supply I have now. It isn’t enough. I’ve got people offering to pay double the price. I have a list.”

  “What we gave you needs to suffice or we could risk getting busted,” Antonio told Salento.

  “You don’t understand, Antonio. It’s over a million profit. A million just from this small amount you got me. I want more.”

  “I thought the plan was to work out international shipment and getting through customs so we can hit overseas?”

  “You’re worried about getting caught, why not keep things local, within the US. Hell, Antonio, we’re distributing pill by pill here in NY and making millions. You can take your time getting things ready with the overseas situation and that company you want to use to hide the product. That takes some pressure off you and Tatum, doesn’t it? Maybe leaves time for other things.”

  Antonio thought about that a moment. There really was no need to rush. After seeing the men’s reactions to Alda tonight he was concerned about possessing her. Tatum was meeting her tomorrow night at the party. Antonio knew Tatum wouldn’t be patient. He would give him days, maybe a few dinners or lunch meetings with Alda before he would want her in his bed. Their bed.

  “I’ll let you know about additional product. You be sure that you put good people in charge of distributing that and we get top fucking dollar. You can get me the money tomorrow night at the event at the Grand Marquis.”

  “Excellent. I will take care of it, and have the product sold and money in hand within twenty-four hours,” Salento Sorenno told Antonio and then Antonio ended the call.