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

by Cara Covington

  Emily Anne opened her eyes and looked down at him, passion kissing a blush across her face and down her neck while arousal lit her eyes. “Do that again, please?”

  “Damn, woman, you’re perfect for us.” Connor complied, and felt his cock react to the heated look in her eyes by pulsing strongly in her cunt.

  “That was incredible.”

  “It’s called erotic pain, sweetheart, and I think you’re going to really like all the different ways we know how to give it to you.”

  “I do want you to give me everything. I want to try it all.”

  Mel came to stand beside them. He looked down and watched the way Emily Anne rode Connor’s cock. Then he leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Does that mean you’re ready for some anal play, sweetheart?”

  “Yes, please. I think…” Her words faded off and her blush deepened.

  Connor really looked forward to the day when she wouldn’t stop herself from saying whatever was on her mind. “What do you think, Emily Anne? You can say absolutely anything you want to say to us.”

  “I think it’ll be easier for me—the anal play—if I’m really turned on while you’re doing it.”

  If I ever meet that sorry son of a bitch I’m going to be hard pressed not to pound the shit out of him. Connor had a very strong suspicion Emily Anne’s last boyfriend tried to have anal sex with her without any kind of preparation at all.

  It took a great force of will for him to submerge his anger with Billy J. Cooper and focus only on her. Meeting her gaze, he found doing just that a lot easier than he would have imagined. God, she looks at me as if I’m her hero, and I haven’t really done anything to deserve it. That was all the more reason for him to be careful in this relationship they were building, and not abuse her trust.

  “Yes, angel eyes. It will be easier for you if you’re really turned on.” She had stopped moving on him so he brought his thumb and forefinger up to his mouth and wet them. Then he used those digits to stroke her clit. Satisfaction filled him when her gaze lost its focus and the passion returned to her eyes. “It’s our job to make sure you’re really turned on, that you enjoy everything we do with you, and that you’re really well satisfied…over, and over and over again.”

  “That is exactly our job.” Mel ran his hand down her back, kissed her head, and looked at Connor.

  By the expression on his face, Connor saw that Mel had come to the same conclusions about Emily Anne’s previous anal experiences as he had. Then Mel turned Emily Anne’s face toward himself.

  “Precious, you have to let us know if we hurt you, okay? We won’t lie to you. There will be a bit of discomfort for you, but if we do it right, what you feel will be only erotic pain.”

  “Just like when I pinched your nipples earlier,” Connor said.

  “I promise you that I’ll tell you if it hurts more than I can take.” Emily Anne stretched up toward him, so Mel bent down and gave her another kiss. Then he met Connor’s gaze and nodded.

  “Come here, baby,” Connor said. “Lay your head on my chest and let Mel have that pretty ass of yours.”

  * * * *

  Emily Anne lay down on Connor, her head turned to the side so that if she tried really hard, she could manage to see what Mel was doing behind her. All the butterflies in Central Texas were alive and well and living in her stomach. Connor’s heartbeat sounded in her ear, strong and steady. His hands caressed her back, and she counted it a miracle that she wasn’t shaking like a leaf.

  “I set the lube in a cup of warm water, precious.” She guessed Mel must have done that when he went into the bathroom a few moments before.

  Mel swept one hand over her bottom, in a sweet, gentle caress. At the same time the fingers of his other hand found their way to the crevice between her ass cheeks. He stroked her there gently with a slow kind of petting that fired her blood. She began to relax as tiny skittering explosions of arousal shot from where he was touching her all the way through her body to her clit.

  She couldn’t hold back the slight moan, or prevent her body from seeking more of his touch.

  Connor flexed his cock inside her. She licked her lips and gave him a squeeze right back.

  Mel removed his fingers just for a moment. When he brought them back, they were covered with something slightly warm and very silky and slick.

  Emily Anne shivered, and the men chuckled.

  “How’s that feel so far, honey?”

  “Different. Sexy, but different. Like…”

  “Like what?” Connor asked.

  “Like tiny little electric shocks going off and streaking all over my body.”

  “I remember reading somewhere that there are a lot of little nerve endings here.” Mel rubbed his finger back and forth across her anus. “Nerve endings that can deliver pleasure as well as pain.”

  Recalling the last time someone touched her anus, she could certainly attest to the pain part. But there could be no denying the pleasure that was snaking through her body, right then, either.

  Connor gently stroked over her back and used his thumbs to brush the sides of her breasts. He used his hands to anchor her back, and then thrust up with his hips, pushing his cock into her even deeper than it was already seated.

  Mel added more lubricant and made his touch against her firmer. She moaned because with each pass of his finger over her anus, her arousal grew.

  “I’m going to press my finger inside you, precious. Tell me if it gets to be too much.” He leaned over her and kissed the middle of her back. When his finger began to press forward, she felt the beginning of the burning sensation she remembered so well and an echo of fear, of helplessness, reverberated through her.

  Emily Anne nearly opened her mouth, nearly told him to stop. But the burning didn’t flare into a raging fire. In fact, it eased just slightly, becoming a heat and an ache that actually fed her arousal, making it higher and hotter.

  She shivered and moaned and wiggled her bottom, seeking more from Mel even as she squeezed Connor’s cock inside her pussy.

  “Angel eyes, your nipples are trying to bore holes in my chest and your pussy just gushed. That tells me you’re doing okay.”

  “More.” She felt the beginnings of a climax, those tingles that promised Nirvana, but held down the way she was, she didn’t know how to reach for it.

  Mel began to move his finger in and out of her ass, and oh God, the sensations were indescribable. Had she been afraid it might sting? Suddenly she wanted more of a sting, more of a burn.

  “Please. I need more. I want to come.”

  “Don’t come yet, honey.” Mel softened his command by kissing her again, a sweet butterfly caress on her shoulder. He continued to finger fuck her, but it felt as if he was moving his finger in a circle as well as in and out.

  Then he withdrew from her ass and the immediate sense of loss made her whimper.

  “Hang on.” Connor held her close and thrust up into her again. Before she could beg, she felt Mel’s fingers return, with more lube. He pressed and the burn started all over again, heavier than before.

  “I’ve got two fingers inside you, precious. Still okay?”

  The sound that emerged from her throat must have meant something to them, because both men responded with low, satisfied-sounding murmurs of their own.

  Emily Anne closed her eyes, focusing on the strange and wonderful sensations coursing through her body. Having her head on one lover’s chest and his cock inside her, while the other lover knelt close to them both and played with her ass had to be the most naughty, most erotic thing she’d ever experienced. She wanted to move, to pull more of these delicious feelings toward her, but she wasn’t sure how.

  Almost before the thought finished, her muscles proved that they seemed to possess knowledge her mind lacked, because her hips began a quivering kind of rocking that seemed to make everything she was experiencing just then more, made it better.

  “Mmm, sweetheart. You really want to come, don’t you?” Connor thrust up into he
r as if answering her increased movement.

  “I need…” She didn’t know if she could even really tell them exactly what she needed. She needed to get closer, and closer still to each and both of these men. She needed to find out what all she’d never known existed for lovers to share.

  And yes, she very much needed to come.

  “All right, now, precious. Just a little bit longer.” Mel shifted behind her and she felt his fingers slide out of her.

  Something else pressed against her almost immediately and she understood it was the butt plug.

  “Come here, love. Kiss me.” Connor’s deep voice washed over her. She went where he led, raising her head off his chest, eager for his kiss. He combed his fingers through her hair and anchored her, his tongue strong and commanding as he slid it against hers. He wooed her with his mouth every bit as much as he seduced her with his cock, his thrusts above and below in sync, short and sharp and urgent.

  Mel leaned over her and the pressure against her anus burned anew. She felt herself being stretched even more than she’d already been stretched. But instead of shying away from the sensation, from the bite of pain and the stronger pressure, she welcomed them. Her excitement grew, her heart pounded and it felt as if her blood raced through her veins.

  “Oh…oh, yes…I need just a bit…oh, yes!”

  Mel slid the butt plug all the way into her at the same moment that Connor reached down and brushed his fingers against her clit. The climax exploded inside her, sending unimagined pleasure to every part of her body, every nerve, every molecule. For this heart-stopping, mind-dizzying space in time, her body shivered as each part of her connected to these men and the ecstasy they selflessly served her.

  Chapter 15

  Emily Anne stifled a yawn as she made her way, loaded tray in hand, back to the kitchen. She’d had trouble sleeping the night before—probably, she thought, because it was the first night in a while that she’d slept alone in her own bed in her own apartment. It seemed totally unfair that she could be spoiled from being cuddled between those two men this soon.

  Get a grip, girl.

  Emily Anne shivered. She absolutely hated it when her mother’s words crept into her head, even if they were the right words at the right time.

  As she loaded her tray of dishes into the dishwasher, she acknowledged that she really did need to get a grip. Mel and Connor had mentioned the night before that they’d be getting an early start this morning. They planned on heading over to Divine to have a quick conference with Ace Webster and Kemp Whittier. They’d told her she could stay the night—had practically begged her to stay the night again—but no, she’d latched onto what had felt like the beginning of a brush-off and decided to go home. Of course once they’d started to really plead for her to stay she’d felt too damned embarrassed by her knee-jerk reaction to change her mind. Besides, she did need to do some laundry, and, she’d assured herself, it wouldn’t hurt for her to sleep in her own bed for a change, for one damn night.

  She’d told them the reason for her decision was so that she wouldn’t be awakened by them heading out at four-thirty a.m., but that hadn’t exactly been the truth.

  Now that I think on it, I’m probably just being silly. Imagining trouble where none exists—or picking up on something that has a simple explanation.

  What was it about women that made their thinking go all haywire the minute they got involved with a man? In her case, she felt as if her thinking had gone dippy times two, because she had two handsome studs loving on her.

  The steady and quiet words of her inner voice, telling her that something really was wrong, were words she decided to ignore.

  I’m not going to go reading too much into pauses and facial expressions and the sensation that something is off, for God’s sake.

  Mel and Connor showed her they wanted her almost every minute they were together. They told her they wanted her and she was going to stop thinking about odd feelings and senses and just take them at their word. Her inner voice whispered, she was certain, just to spite her.

  I swear to God if they’ve changed their minds about me, there’s going to be hell to pay.

  “Order up for you, Emily Anne, two orders of breakfast tacos with sides of beans.” Carrie Benedict set the plates on the serving counter under the heat lamps.

  “Thanks, Carrie. Here’s another order for you.” She tore the slip off the order pad and clipped it to the hood over the counter.

  Kelsey hadn’t given up on the idea of using a computerized system for placing orders. She just hadn’t found a program that suited her, yet.

  Emily Anne had no preferences either way. The crowd at Lusty Appetites was never so large that it would make that big a difference in her routine.

  The kitchen door swung open behind her and Michelle Grant came in. “Kate’s come in and chosen a table in your section, Emily Anne. She’s set herself down at one of the smaller ones by the window.” Michelle inhaled deeply. “She looks…I don’t know…sad, I think.”

  “I thought she seemed a little preoccupied since they all returned from up north,” Carrie said.

  “Mom and the dads have been, too,” Kelsey said. She shook her head. “Mom said that the funeral for Victoria Dorchester was just so sad.”

  “I guess it’s different when it’s an older person who passes,” Michelle said. “But to have a woman, a wife and mother in her prime suddenly die—it must just be heartbreaking for those who loved her.”

  Emily Anne knew that even if Kate Benedict hadn’t known her granddaughter, Victoria Dorchester, all that well, she’d have felt the sadness of the people around her.

  Kate Benedict was a woman tuned in to the emotions of others.

  “I’ll take these tacos out to the paramedics and then go take care of Grandma Kate.” It didn’t matter to Emily Anne one whit that the elderly woman wasn’t really her kin. The lady had entreated her to call her “Grandma Kate” since day one. That sentiment went both ways.

  Warren and Edward Jessop had been sitting uncharacteristically quiet as Emily Anne approached. Usually they could be counted on to be deep into some work-related conversation about tourniquets or saline or something equally perplexing. Well, perplexing to her at any rate. But they were sitting quietly and they looked—well, they looked off to her.

  There’s that damn word again. Honestly, Emily Anne, is it everyone else who is “off” or is it just you?

  She told her inner voice to shut up, and set a smile on her face. “Here you go, gentlemen. Careful, the plates are hot. Can I get you anything else?”

  “No, thanks,” Warren said.

  “Yes, actually.” Edward looked up at her, his focus singularly intense. “Candy or flowers?”

  She looked from one to the other of them and wondered what the hell she’d just stepped into the middle of.

  “Um…in what context?”

  Edward’s face turned a bit red. He flicked his gaze down, then looked up at his brother.

  “Well, you started it,” Warren said.

  “I just thought Emily Anne would be a good person to ask since, you know, she is a woman and she is dating.”

  She hadn’t heard any rumors about the two paramedics being interested in anyone, but suddenly their question to her made sense.

  “Are you asking me what the best gift is to bring a woman when you go calling on her?” She made certain she kept her voice soft, so that no one else could hear the question. These poor men were easily embarrassed, though she had no idea why they would be. Though she wasn’t attracted to them, she had eyes and could see they were both very good-looking men. Texas Grade A prime, her cousin Patsy would say.

  “We searched online but could find no definitive answer,” Warren said. “Some experts suggested wine, and some a small piece of jewelry, or a bottle of perfume. Not that we would mind the cost of any of those, you understand, but we didn’t know if those gifts would be appropriate, or not, or if they would be acceptable, or not.”

 
“I really liked that one suggestion about a piece of intimate apparel,” Edward said—as much to his brother as to her. “I especially liked that web site we found. Some of those corsets and chemises were both beautiful and sexy. I could totally see her in one of those. Maybe as things progress we can buy her something from there.” Edward frowned. “Though how those experts know the tenth date would be the time to offer one of those items, I haven’t a clue.”

  “Maybe we can. But before we can plan on what we’re going to do for our tenth date, we have to have our first date, and I am afraid that at the speed we’re making decisions here, we’re never going to get to a tenth one.”

  Emily Anne felt like a spectator at a tennis match, but she thought she finally had an idea what the men were talking about, and what their dilemma was.

  “So you’re wondering what to bring with you as a token gift when you ask a woman out on your first date, is that it?”

  Both men put their attention on her and nodded their heads.

  Flowers or chocolates? That seemed to be the traditional route, and a much better bet than any of the other things either man had mentioned.

  “May I ask one question, first?” She was actually dying to find out who it was these two sweet men were sweet on, but instead of asking for a name, she asked something else entirely. “Is she city or country?”

  “Country.”

  Emily Anne smiled. They’d both answered at the same time, and that was good.

  “Well, what we mean is she has spent time in a major city, but she’s country, all the way. Sweet and caring and beautiful.”

  While Warren had spoken Edward had nodded his head enthusiastically.

  Emily Anne tilted her head to the side. “If it was later in the spring I’d suggest flowers that you’d both gone out and picked yourselves. But since it’s not, you can still make it flowers—but nothing fancy or heavy scented, unless you know for certain that her favorite flowers are, say, roses. And nothing exotic or imported, either. Just go with something that, when you look at them, makes you think of her.”