Their Independent Submissive [Knights in Black Leather 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

  Max’s voice reminded her that there were others still around them. For a few minutes she’d forgotten about them.

  “I now pronounce you husband and husband and wife. You may kiss your bride, gentlemen.”

  The entire building erupted into applause, shouts of support, and downright raunchy suggestions. All Darla could do was grin and cry. She was married and they’d surprised her in the sweetest way. She looked up at the two men and pulled them both into a tight hug before Gunner pulled back.

  “We’ve got a room for us waiting upstairs.”

  “What?” she asked.

  “There are rooms here for out-of-town guests who need one from time to time, and for when someone is too tired from the play to go home right away. Tonight, we have it to celebrate our marriage. It’s not our real honeymoon, but that comes next summer when Tommy can go with us,” Gunner explained.

  As they walked toward the stairs, well-wishers followed to cheer them on. If she hadn’t been so surprised and excited with all of it, Darla was sure she would have been completely embarrassed with the attention.

  When they topped the stairs, Scope led them across a very nice open area with couches and chairs down a short hall to a door. When he opened it, she gasped. Inside was a variety of play benches and other props as well as an enormous bed. She ignored the play accessories and turned to look up at her husbands.

  “Thank you. That was the nicest surprise I’ve ever had,” she told them.

  “You are the nicest present we’ve ever had the pleasure to unwrap,” Scope told her.

  “Over to the bed, babe. The night’s not over yet.” Gunner crowded her so that she had to take a step back, then another one.

  Darla couldn’t stop the smile that slipped free. She’d never been so happy in her life. She followed Gunner’s instructions and walked over to the bed, then stood waiting for what he would say next.

  “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, Darla.” Scope walked up next to her. He kissed along her cheek and down her neck where he nipped her lightly at the shoulder before slipping in behind her to begin unlacing the corset.

  Gunner stepped closer and cupped her face in both hands before ravishing her mouth with such heat and passion Darla was sure she would die of pleasure. She never doubted how Gunner felt about her. He poured all of his feelings into his kisses and the way he held her or looked into her eyes.

  “I can’t wait to see you scream in pleasure, Darla. If you didn’t wear out I could watch you come undone all night long,” he said with a soft chuckle.

  “You’ve already tried that and I’m no good after four orgasms. Sorry, Sir,” she said, looking down.

  Gunner lifted her chin with a finger and smiled. “That’s okay. Practice makes perfect, babe. I plan on doing lots of practicing.”

  Darla’s heart stuttered at the promise in his voice. She wasn’t sure she would survive the practice. She grinned up at him before quickly smothering the smile.

  “There, now. That didn’t take nearly as long to unlace as it did to lace up. I bet you can breathe easier, can’t you, sweetness?” Scope said.

  “Much. Thank you, Sir.”

  “Up on the bed you go,” Gunner said, lifting her then setting her on her knees. “I want to watch Scope fucking you from behind while you suck my cock.”

  Darla shivered as the deep raspy voice skipped down her spine. She loved it when he was already aroused enough that he couldn’t control how he sounded. It promised an amazing time when his voice betrayed his excitement from the very start.

  “Get my dick out, Darla. I want to feel those pretty pink lips around it,” Gunner said.

  She looked down to hide her smile as she quickly set about freeing his cock. It was her little secret that she had on a nice layer of cotton-candy-pink lipstick that promised to decorate his shaft. He wouldn’t notice until Scope pointed it out to him—if he pointed it out. That all depended on how much he wanted to mess with the other man.

  She shoved Gunner’s leathers down enough that she had easy access to his balls. The thick, hard stalk stood out, heavy and angry-looking in a shade lighter than blood red. The sight of all that flesh waiting just for her put a catch in her breath. She lowered her mouth to the tip of him and inhaled his unique scent of leather, dusky male, and something slightly tangy that was probably from the soap he’d showered in. Her first taste sampled the dewy drop of pre-cum that adorned the slit at the top of the mushroom head.

  Gunner hissed as she swept that drop into her mouth. He groaned when she licked around the flared head. This was the power she had over her men, her ability to take their control and their inhibitions. They’d do anything for her no matter what, but sucking them off was something they both loved. She liked surprising them in the early morning with a blow job or when they were in the middle of something where they couldn’t stop her, like working on the old pickup Scope had bought because it reminded him of the one his granddad had given him to learn to drive in.

  There was nothing as satisfying as taking control of a man when he had to keep his hands off of her or get her all greasy and dirty. She’d driven Scope nearly insane on several occasions like that. Now she was going to do her best to rev Gunner’s motor the same way.

  “Hold still a second, sweet thing. I want to get my cock inside of you before you start going down on him. It’s hard to hit the hole when it’s moving around,” Scope told her.

  “You need to improve your aim,” she sassed back.

  A sharp slap on her rear made her yelp. “Hey!”

  “No backtalk, woman,” Scope said in a growly voice. Then he had his cock pressing into her cunt.

  The feel of his hardened flesh penetrating her pussy was enough to silence anything else she had been about to say. He literally took her breath away. The more he moved, the hotter she got, finding herself lifting her ass to meet his thrusts.

  “Settle down, babe. You’re forgetting something here,” Gunner said, bringing her back to what she was supposed to be taking care of for him.

  It all rushed back into her head at once. Giddy with excitement, it was all Darla could do to suppress her happiness with her life and the two men who’d made it work. She wanted to do anything they needed and then some. She needed no further urging. Darla sucked Gunner’s cock deep inside her mouth then down the back of her throat.

  Scope fucked her pussy like there was no tomorrow, plunging in and out faster and faster. It made sucking Gunner’s dick a challenge, so she didn’t end up choking on it while she struggled to keep her mouth on it. She used her tongue to stimulate him beneath the crown’s flared ridge.

  Gunner was close. She could feel it in the way he went up on his toes and dug his nails into her scalp while she lapped at the stalk with her tongue. It was easy to swirl it around the long line of his dick. The trick was not to let him catch her off guard and stuff his thick cock down her throat when she wasn’t prepared.

  “Fucking hell, your mouth is like a wet dream, babe. Suck it just like that. Oh, fuck. I’m so close,” Gunner said, flexing his hands in her hair.

  “I’m on the edge, too, Gunner. She’s so damn tight and wet. It’s like running my cock through a tunnel of hot water,” Scope told Gunner.

  Darla smiled around Gunner’s dick and reached between his legs to cup his balls. Again he went up on his toes, groaning so deeply she worried she might have squeezed too tightly. His hiss and the way he threw back his head altered her opinion. He wasn’t in pain—well, not a bad kind of pain, anyway. She took a chance and cupped his balls in one hand, gently squeezing them as she raked her nails over them. Then she ran her finger from where the ball sack originated back to his anus where she rubbed her finger over the pucker again and again.

  That was all it took. Gunner yelled out then rose to his tiptoes and filled her mouth with his cum. She swallowed every last drop even as Scope started groaning, a sure sign his orgasm was just around the corner. As Gunner cursed and slowly came down from the intense cl
imax she’d coaxed from him, Scope rammed his shaft into her hard, twice, then held there, buried deep inside of her pussy while maintaining a firm hold on her hips.

  “Yes!” she screamed as pleasure coursed through her from his pounding away. Her entire body seized from the orgasm that caught her by surprise.

  It wasn’t until he’d filled her with his seed that she collapsed to the bed, completely worn out. She wasn’t expecting to have both men bombing out on her. Gunner sank to his knees and just hung there for a few seconds before crawling up on the bed and closing his eyes to sleep. Scope wasn’t far behind him. Pulling out, he collapsed on the opposite side of the bed, snoring before he’d even rolled to his side.

  Darla laughed into the covers.

  “I guess the honeymoon is over.” Her men had already started falling asleep after sex.

  “What honeymoon, babe? That’s not until next summer. This was just a practice run,” Gunner told her. He still had his eyes closed, but at least he was talking.

  Darla climbed on top of him and rested her chin on her clasped hands. She stared into his eyes and smiled.

  “I love you, Gunner. I will do everything in my power to be who you need me to be,” she told him.

  “No, baby. I want you just like you are. Don’t change. Not one single suggestion. Hear me?” Gunner asked.

  “I hear you.” She kissed him, savoring the taste of him.

  “I love you, Darla. You’ve given me parts of myself I didn’t think I’d ever have back and you found parts of me I hadn’t even known were missing. You make me whole,” Gunner told her.

  “That goes for me, too,” Scope said on the other side in a sleepy voice.

  “I do all the talking and you try to make it yours, too,” Gunner said. “I don’t think so. Find you own words, man.”

  “Will in the morning. Oh, and you might want to go take a shower. You’ve got pink lipstick all over your dick, man.” Scope ducked when Gunner threw a pillow at him.

  “Guys. No pillow fights. Who knows what Max will do to us if we mess up his room,” she told them.

  “Let Max get his own room to mess up,” Scope said, tossing the pillow back at his friend.

  “He has this room. Now settle down and rest. I’m going to be ready to get back to our own bed in the morning,” Gunner told the other man.

  Darla couldn’t agree more. This had been wonderful and fun, but there was no place like home. Home was where Tommy was and where she and her husbands belonged.

  THE END

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  Marla Monroe has been writing professionally for about eleven years. Her first book with Siren was published in January of 2011, and she now has over 70 books available with them. She loves to write and spends every spare minute either at the keyboard or reading. She writes everything from sizzling-hot cowboys, emotionally charged BDSM, and dangerously addictive shifters, to science fiction ménages with the occasional badass biker thrown in for good measure.

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