Love Under Two Private Dicks [The Lusty, Texas Collection] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Covington

  “Is that where you bought those butt plugs and the lube, too, Emily Anne?”

  She’d show him she really wasn’t afraid of intimacy, or of believing herself worthy of them. “Yes, it is. Summer has other toys in stock, as well. Handcuffs. Blindfolds. A paddle or two.”

  Connor seemed to get her message. He fought his grin. “And flavored lube, too, I take it?”

  “Mmhmm, in strawberry, vanilla…and banana.”

  “Banana. Someone has a sense of humor.” Connor certainly did because his mouth twitched and Emily Anne knew he was working hard at holding back a laugh.

  “Probably some marketing guy with delusions of…large bananas,” Mel said.

  Connor’s eyes swept her body, and then his gaze met hers. “Do you know, this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Connor said, “made sexier still by the fact that you’re wearing it. In fact, the entire ensemble makes quite a statement.”

  “I’m hoping that statement is ‘fuck me.’” Emily Anne’s arousal climbed with each heavy beat of her heart. They were looking their fill, talking in their dreamy-deep voices, and barely touching her yet they were stoking her libido to a fever pitch.

  “Oh, yes, your outfit is definitely begging for you to get laid. Let’s make just a couple of adjustments to the ensemble, shall we?”

  Emily Anne had no idea what Mel had in mind, but she had no trouble whatsoever putting herself into his hands.

  He knelt before her and unhooked the stockings from the garters. She nearly opened her mouth to tell him that the stockings would stay up on their own unless he rolled them down—but he didn’t seem interested in the stockings themselves. Instead, he very quickly and very deftly unhooked the garters from the basque.

  “That’s good. Nearly perfect,” Connor said.

  Mel grinned, and looked over his shoulder at the other man. “Do you want to make the final adjustment, since we are so obviously of like mind?”

  Mel stood up and took a step back. It was Connor’s turn to get down on his haunches in front of her.

  She gasped when he very adroitly moved her thong panty off her hips and down her legs. “Step out.” He held them for her so she could easily do so.

  She placed a hand on his shoulder and did as he asked.

  He rose up to his full six-foot-plus awesomeness and then stepped back and simply drank her in with his eyes. “I like that a lot. You’ve got such a pretty pussy. I like being able to just look at it—look at it and know that soon—very soon—I’m either going to be licking you there or fucking you there.”

  “Mmm, I very much want you to do both.” Oh, she wanted them. She wanted Connor and Mel every way she could have them. Maybe tomorrow she’d remember to make a note so that in years to come she could celebrate this day—the day Emily Anne Bancroft finally took full possession and command of her womanhood.

  “Feeling a little greedy, precious?” Mel asked.

  “I’m feeling very greedy.” She lowered her gaze from his just a moment. When she looked at him again, she thought that maybe she got the sultry look right, judging by the way his eyes widened and his nostrils flared. “Did I mention that I have tomorrow off?”

  “Oh, baby,” Connor sighed. He reached out and took her arms in his hands and eased her closer to him. “You are so getting laid tonight.”

  “Less talk. More action.”

  “Laid, and maybe a little spanking, too, for pushing our limits?”

  She didn’t know if Connor was talking to her, or Mel. But she said, “Oh, yes please. Every time one of you mentions the possibility of a spanking it puts a delicious little shiver on my clit.”

  “Perfect.” Connor sealed the one word against her lips as he covered her mouth with his.

  His kiss took her deep, a drugging kind of seduction that made her hotter and wetter than she already was. He kept his hands clamped on her arms but when she indicated that she wanted to move, he released her. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his around her and pulled her in tight.

  Mel stepped in close behind her and played his fingers over her naked ass. Back and forth he strummed her flesh, teasing her with a hint of what was to come.

  “Are you ready for us?” Connor asked the question against her throat but never gave her the chance to answer. He fastened his mouth on hers once more, his tongue seeming voracious as it explored, stroking her tongue in a rhythm that made her clit throb and her pussy pulse.

  He lifted her and then laid her on the bed, tenting her as he weaned his lips from hers.

  His gaze never leaving hers, he wrapped a large hand around each of her ankles and spread her legs wide.

  Open, her cunt naked to their gaze while they were both fully clothed, she should have felt vulnerable and intimidated. But she didn’t. With her stockings and shoes still in place she felt naughty. She felt tremendous pride that the sight of her could so obviously arouse them to such an extent.

  And she felt anxious for them to strip themselves naked and fuck her.

  “You are so incredibly sexy. Can you keep your legs spread like that for us? We want to look our fill as we strip.”

  “Yes, I want you both naked.”

  She didn’t have to worry about expending energy to keep her legs in the air and spread on her own for very long. It took them barely a minute to throw their clothes off.

  “Now I think I’m overdressed.” She couldn’t keep the giggle out of her voice.

  “No, precious, you’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.” Mel held his hand out and Connor handed him a condom.

  Mel had it open and on in a heartbeat.

  Her eyes followed his hand as he smoothed the latex into place and then stroked his cock a couple of times. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him quite that hard. She couldn’t help but lick her lips in anticipation.

  He knelt on the bed between her open legs. “I’m so damn horny, I know I won’t last. So I’m going to fuck you, hard and fast and deep. And then, the second time, I’ll be able to hang onto my control long enough to play with you.”

  “You hope,” Emily Anne said. Feeling uncharacteristically bold and sure of herself, she ran her hands up and down the inside of her thighs—close to but not quite touching her pussy.

  Mel’s look turned hot and smoky. “Well if not the second time, most definitely by the third time.”

  “Fuck me, Mel.”

  Mel grasped his cock and placed it right at the opening of her cunt. The heat of him made her groan. When he moved just a little and brushed his latex-covered cockhead against her clit, she knew that despite his warning, he’d certainly last long enough to get her off.

  She was nearly already there herself.

  “Thank God you’re dripping wet and ready for me. Damn, your succulent heat is almost enough to make me shoot my load before I even get inside you.”

  What a coincidence.

  Mel thrust his cock into her pussy in one slow and solid push. He hooked her legs on his arms and used his body’s angle against her to keep her spread wide open.

  Hard and fast and deep. True to his word he fucked her with such dedication Emily Anne felt every thought fly from her head. There was only this man, and his powerful body cradled between her thighs, and the fabulous fucking he gave her. The friction of his hard, wide cock stroking along the walls of her tunnel, and the brush of his pubic hair against her clit were enough to make her scream. But she held on, held off, wanting more. She wanted to enjoy every moment of this wonderful fucking, wanted to submerge herself in the twin thrills of the sexual stimulation and the sense of feminine fulfillment that having her lover’s cock moving inside her gave her.

  “Come for me, precious. I want your cream all over my cock.”

  Emily Anne tried to let go of the control but found her greedy body wouldn’t cooperate. She whimpered, the ability to speak beyond her.

  Mel seemed to understand. He adjusted the angle of his penetration, and then took up his rhythm again. Only this time he hit tha
t spot inside her that made her go wild. He hit her sweet spot once, twice, and she erupted in orgasm. “Yes, oh yes!” She clutched him closer and cried out as spasm after spasm of bliss washed over her.

  On and on it went and Emily Anne knew she’d never come so hard in all her life. And then another thought hit her and it was enough to make her rapture spike anew.

  Oh my God, our evening is really only getting started.

  Chapter 14

  Connor reached down and stroked his latex-covered cock in response to the sight of Mel fucking Emily Anne.

  Until he experienced it, he never would have guessed that he could get so turned on sharing a woman. He’d hoped he could, of course, and hoped that he’d be able to actually get naked and hard in close proximity to another man who was also naked and hard. But he hadn’t known, and not until this moment had he realized fully that because it was the three of them together, it was not only hotter than hot, it was right.

  It was him and Mel united and at their center was Emily Anne.

  If he kept his thoughts and his focus on that one reality, then it would all be fine. The little twinges of conscience and discomfort he was experiencing would eventually fade.

  Connor really was more turned on than he’d ever been in his life before, and more conflicted. A tiny voice inside him was trying to tell him that being this way—naked, and hard, when another man was in the same state, wasn’t manly.

  Connor shook his head. If he wanted this to work he had to suppress those feelings. He needed to keep the main thing the main thing.

  His eyes feasted on Emily Anne. She was their woman and he and Mel were unified, of one mind, with one purpose. That purpose was to take care of their woman—to make her feel loved, and sexy and special.

  Nothing else mattered—nothing else could matter—least of all his stilted sensibilities.

  The fact that they were two heterosexual men, naked and with erections in the same room together couldn’t matter. The fact that they might accidentally touch each other in such a situation couldn’t matter.

  The fact that they might each of them feel the other when they joined together inside their woman’s body could not matter.

  All that could matter in this special place and time was Emily Anne, and the satisfaction that they, together, could give her.

  Connor understood in an instant that this was the defining purpose of his life. This was why he’d survived all the hell holes of the world his career had landed him in.

  He had survived so he could join with this man to love and cherish this woman. They were both his in a way that he’d never imagined anyone could ever belong to him.

  As an only child, and then an orphan, he’d dreamed of having a family. He’d hoped, when he’d married Judy, that he’d taken the first steps to achieving that goal. When his marriage had failed, he realized now, he’d figured that he had failed and so hadn’t even thought of trying again.

  Not until he’d fallen for this woman, with this man.

  Yet he’d never imagined as profound a connection as this was even possible.

  I’m a warrior, and I’ve done things, hard things in the execution of my duty. But from this moment on I will take care of these two people with all that’s in me. They’re mine.

  They are my family.

  Mel held himself off Emily Anne, his head bowed as he tried to catch his breath. For her part, their woman had a dreamy kind of smile on her face. Eyes closed, she ran her hands lightly over Mel’s head. It didn’t appear to bother her that her legs were still in the air, spread and suspended over her lover’s arms.

  Moving slowly, needing to be a part of them but unwilling to disturb their mood or the connection between them, he eased himself onto the bed beside Emily Anne on her left.

  He could smell her arousal, a sweet siren-scent that made his cock even harder than it had been just moments before.

  Connor reached out and stroked her, running his finger up and down her side, just missing the plumpness of her breast.

  “That was incredibly hot to watch.”

  “It was incredibly hot to experience,” Mel said. He eased up onto his knees and slowly lowered Emily Anne’s legs to the bed. Then he reached down and removed first one shoe, then the other. He rolled her stockings down one at a time, dropping a kiss on each thigh as he did so, then let her stockings fall to the floor.

  “I didn’t hurt you, precious?”

  She opened her eyes and blinked. Then she smiled, reached out and caressed Mel’s face. “Of course not. I didn’t know I could get so high or feel so much. Thank you.”

  Connor saw in Mel’s expression the sense of wonder he felt in his own heart. Mel leaned over and kissed her gently. “I’ll be right back.” He flicked a look at Connor, and said to Emily Anne, “I think Connor needs you, now.”

  She turned her head and met Connor’s gaze. “Now that’s just fine, because I need him, too.” She looked over at Mel for a moment, then back to him. “I don’t know why it is, but I don’t feel as if I’ve done it right unless I have the both of you.”

  Connor flicked a glance at Mel. Did their woman understand the reason for that? He might very well be new at the ménage lifestyle, but even he knew why Emily Anne felt that way.

  It was because she loved them, and was meant to be loved by the both of them.

  He very nearly told her so. But then he decided knowing it for fact, at the moment, was enough. He didn’t need to hear the words spoken aloud right then and there.

  Mel got off the bed and headed to the master bathroom. Connor stroked Emily Anne’s face with just one finger.

  “You have me so triggered. I’m afraid, sometimes, that I’ll lose control with you and hurt you. I don’t ever want to hurt you, Emily Anne.”

  “I know you don’t.”

  The look in her eyes just then humbled him and made him feel as if he could move mountains at the same time.

  She reached over and ran her fingertips lightly down his face. “Darlin’, I’m not as fragile as all that, you know.”

  “Ah, but you are. And I don’t mean that in a negative way.” He angled toward her and kissed her lightly. “You’re softer to the touch than I am.” He picked up one of her hands and brought it to his lips. “I consider you to be a woman of strength, but I know I could hurt you and not even realize I was doing it.”

  He could tell she was neither offended, nor convinced.

  Emily Anne sighed. “Connor, I’ll tell you if I think things are getting out of hand, if I think you’re on the verge of hurting me. And when I do, I know that no matter how ‘triggered’ you are, you’ll stop. I have no doubt whatsoever about that.” She grinned. “But the idea of a man losing control? The thought that a woman could make her man lose all control? That’s an exciting thing to contemplate. And a woman wouldn’t mind experiencing it, either, every now and again. I wouldn’t mind experiencing it. Sometimes sex should be raw and edgy and maybe more than just a little bit rough.”

  Then in a move that surprised him, she rolled until she lay on top of him. He let her have her way, lying flat on his back when she showed him that’s how she wanted him. She wiggled her luscious body until his cock was nestled snug between the lips of her cunt.

  His gaze locked with hers as he ran his hands down her sides. Her breasts were pressed into his chest, so his thumbs, as he caressed down, didn’t actually brush over her nipples. But he felt those twin succulent peaks pebble against him in response to his touch.

  “A man likes to know he turns his woman on.” Connor turned her words right back on her.

  “You do. You both do. Sometimes it’s so huge, this heat, this arousal. I honest to God didn’t know it could be like that until you decided to make a move on me.”

  Connor wrapped his arms around her so that one hand splayed over her head. He exerted just a little pressure telling her without words what he wanted.

  When she laid her mouth on his he plundered, using his lips and tongue to taste every b
it of her mouth, to drink her in as if her essence alone could sustain his life.

  The taste of her fired his blood, creating a craving in him that only she could quench. Without taking his lips from hers he lifted her hips slightly, holding her above him. Her hand surrounded his cock, and then yes, she moved and took him inside her hot, wet pussy.

  Wet and warm, tight and tantalizing, Emily Anne surrounded his cock, bringing him home. She squeezed him, giving him the sweetest caress he’d ever had.

  She grinned against his mouth and broke their kiss. With her hands on his chest she pushed herself upright. Sighing, closing her eyes, Emily Anne raised her arms above her head. Thrown up in victory—or maybe joy—that gesture proclaimed her a woman who’d taken hold of her own fate. Her lips stretched wide in a sultry smile, Emily Anne began to ride him, her body moving in a soft, steady, undulating pace.

  Emily Anne Bancroft lost in sexual abandon was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. How could this angel have ever thought herself unattractive, or unappealing?

  “My God, look at you.” Reverence laced Mel’s words, and Connor knew his friend—his brother—felt the same way about her as he did himself.

  “Glorious,” Connor agreed. He flicked a glance at the man who stood watching and waiting. Connor nodded, giving permission for him to step into the moment with them. I guess I’m not the only one being careful.

  Mel headed for the bedside table and the delights that Emily Anne had placed there for them to enjoy. He took both items with him back into the bathroom.

  Connor knew Mel would return shortly, and that was fine.

  He put his attention on the woman riding him. His hands slid up her body until he cupped her gorgeous breasts. Overflowing his palms, her plump orbs felt softer than any flesh he’d ever stroked. He used his thumbs to pluck her nipples and smiled when those tiny points responded by turning into hard little buttons.

  Acting on pure male impulse, he squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, giving them a steady but firm pressure.

  A veritable flood of hot, fragrant juices gushed around his cock, accompanied by the sound of a very sexy moan.