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

by Cara Covington

  She couldn’t love one without the other. It just didn’t work that way for her.

  Once inside the bedroom, they surrounded her completely, pressing close, and she reveled in kissing one, and then the other. Their taste sustained her, healed her, and made her whole. Closing her eyes, she gave each of her lovers her mouth in turn, and thrilled inside when she realized the subtle differences in their flavors and their style of kissing her.

  Then Mel placed a sweet kiss on her shoulder. “I want to light some candles, precious, and put on some smoky jazz. I want to make this night special.”

  Emily Anne’s heart softened. The night was already special as far as she was concerned. Their loving her made it special. “I don’t need to be romanced.”

  “Maybe we need to romance you.” Connor cupped her face. “You told us you loved us. Do you have any idea how wonderful that makes us feel?”

  “I do, because you said you loved me, too. I never really believed anyone ever would.” She didn’t worry that such a confession would make her seem pathetic. She’d demanded of them, earlier, to let down their guards enough to accept a level of intimacy with each other most men couldn’t accomplish. How could she not let them see all of her?

  “Then let us give you the romance,” Mel said. “So we can show you how very much you are loved.”

  She would never be able to deny these men anything. So she surrendered, to the moment, but most importantly, to them.

  They left her there in the middle of the room for only a minute. Mel lit candles while Connor closed the drapes, shutting out the late-afternoon sunlight. Then he stepped over to the CD player. Soft jazz filled the room, the strains just faintly there, music, she thought, to make love by.

  They returned, their lips and hands kissing and caressing, their fingers working to remove every bit of fabric that hid her from them. She loved the way they undressed her, casting aside the clothing as if it offended them simply by covering her.

  She no longer thought to cringe when they looked at her nude body or touched her stomach. Their actions had long proven their words to her. They found her beautiful, desirable, and sexy. If that’s how they saw her—and she could tell by their looks and their touches and their fierce erections that it was—then that was going to be her reality from now on.

  “I want to look and taste and touch, too. I want to know that I please you as much as you please me.” Emily Anne sighed, and decided she could ask for—no, she could demand—one final thing. “Tonight, I want to feel your cocks in my ass.”

  Each time they stroked her anus, each time they played with her and then inserted one of the butt plugs, she’d been more and more turned on. They’d been using the biggest one the last few times—the plug that most closely resembled the size of Mel’s penis.

  Emily Anne needed for this next step to happen. She didn’t think she’d be able to get them to take her together yet—some very frank and very personal conversations with Chloe had brought her to that conclusion—but she wanted to be ready for them when they were ready to take her that way.

  She just plain wanted them any and every way she could have them. She wanted to give herself completely to them, and hold no part of herself back.

  Connor’s hands trembled as he cupped her face once more. His thumbs stroked her cheeks and reverence shone in his eyes.

  “You want to please us? Angel eyes, you do please us, each and every time you reach out to one of us or smile at us. And when you respond to us, like you are now? My God, woman you send us into orbit.”

  Mel ran his hands down her body, making her shiver with the depth of the arousal that filled her.

  “You please us just by being,” Mel said. “I know that sounds trite, but, precious, when you reached for us that first time, you really did make our dreams come true. Don’t you know what you do to us? Can’t you feel it?”

  She could feel it, and counted herself a glutton for her desire to sit down at this wonderful banquet time and again and simply gorge herself on them. She only knew that she took all the loving and the pampering they gave her—she didn’t see how she gave anything back.

  The fervency of their words and the slight trembling of them both left her in no doubt that as far as they were concerned, the scales were indeed balanced.

  “All I do know is that I love you both so much. You make me feel…you make me feel, for the first time in my life, that I am a whole woman. You can’t know what a blessing that is to me.”

  She saw Connor look up at Mel. When he met her gaze once more he said, “We can. I can. You’ve redeemed me, Emily Anne Bancroft, when I never believed I would ever find redemption. I love you more than life itself.”

  He kissed her, a gentle, reverent tasting that left her shaking, in awe of his words, and the emotion behind them.

  Then he stepped back and, without breaking eye contact, pulled the clothes from his body, yanking them away from him as if the touch of them burned his flesh and he needed to be rid of them.

  “Come here.” He put his hands on her and brought her flush against him.

  Emily Anne inhaled deeply, drawing his scent, his very essence into her body and, she was certain, into her soul.

  The moment he had hands on her, Mel stepped back just enough to give himself space. She heard the sound of him undressing and wanted to smile when she realized he simply dropped his clothes and left them where they fell. And then they had her right where she wanted most to be, in between them.

  This was what she loved, that moment when she could feel them both, when she could caress them both. She loved that she could close her eyes, breathe deeply, and inhale the two of them, together.

  Emily Anne sighed, and both men chuckled.

  She gave them her smile and gave herself over to being kissed and petted, stroked and explored and teased.

  Heat rose from them, heat and the aroma of lovemaking that Emily Anne had never before appreciated. She did now. Now, the fragrance they created together, all three of them, set her heart to pounding, her juices to flowing, and her mouth to watering.

  “Please.” She wanted them closer, but couldn’t ask, not yet. She wanted them both inside her at once but knew that, too, could not yet be hers. She couldn’t beg for that, or really demand that, as much as she already had. That truly had to be a gift they both gave her together. But her one word, whispered, could convey her heart, her need, and maybe, just maybe, that part of them which was her mate inside each of them would hear it and understand what she needed.

  “Don’t beg, sweetheart.” Connor lifted her into his arms and brought her down to the bed. He fastened his mouth on hers and with his kiss alone, began to drive her out of her mind.

  She drew his tongue into her mouth the same way as she would his cock, stroking it with her own tongue, sucking, moaning, intent on giving him pleasure, making him come.

  She pushed on Connor’s chest and he obeyed her unspoken request, laying himself flat on the bed. Even as she raised herself up onto her knees, she reached with her right hand for Mel.

  He’d come down on the bed on her other side, but now he moved closer, and she wrapped her hand around his cock. Her left hand surrounded Connor’s hard shaft.

  She sat back, on her haunches, and treated them to identical stroking, her rhythm strong and steady and sure.

  She loved them both. She loved them equally. But more, she was more and more certain that she loved them because they were two.

  She looked from Mel, to Connor, and back. She couldn’t explain to them with words, but maybe she could show them with her actions. When she saw that she had both men’s eyes on her, she bent to Connor, and drew his cock into her mouth. She stroked it with her tongue, gathering in the salty flavor. She swirled around the tiny hole at the top, stealing the drop of pre-cum, and then slowly slid her mouth off of him, and turned to Mel. Her focus absolute, she bent over him and sucked his cock exactly as she had his partner’s. Their tastes were unique, but complementary. She loved the way t
hey tasted one at a time, and she loved the flavor of them both on her tongue at the same time.

  One, then the other and back, she lavished her love on them, hoping they got her message. When they took their eyes off her and looked at each other, she thought that maybe, just maybe, they did.

  She felt their heat rise, their cocks harden, and as she extended the fingers of each hand down and stroked their balls she felt those tiny but mighty organs draw up, readying. She wondered if they would let her finish what she’d started. She loved the flavor of them both and counted it a blessing when they would let her drink their seed.

  “Our turn.”

  Mel moved, and before she could blink he had her flat on the bed. He kissed her, then began to work his way down her body. With lips and teeth and tongue, he aroused her even as Connor turned her head toward him and laid his lips on hers.

  Hot and wet and carnal, his kiss tapered and then he, too, began to work his way down her body.

  Emily Anne cried out in pleasure when both men fastened their lips on one of her nipples at the same time. Those tiny points of flesh turned into tight little buds as her men lapped, sucked, and nipped at them.

  Her body bowed off the bed as she whimpered out her pleasure.

  Two hands, one of Connor’s and one of Mel’s, stroked her stomach and pressed down, as if to hold her in place. Their hands petted and caressed, working lower until they took turns teasing her slit.

  Then their touch slowed and fell into sync one with the other and then, Oh God, yes, fingers entered her cunt and she knew that they each had one finger inside of her.

  They were arousing her together, and nothing had ever felt so profoundly wonderful as that.

  They lifted their heads from her breasts and raised themselves up so she could see them both. But they left their hands on her cunt, their fingers inside her, and as she looked from one to the other, her arousal grew with the knowledge that they were both finger fucking her at the same time.

  “Which one of us do you want in your ass tonight, sweetheart?” Connor had asked the question. They continued to stroke her as they waited for her to choose.

  She had no intention of choosing one of them over the other.

  She gave them a grin that felt more than just a bit naughty.

  “I want you both in my ass tonight. And I really don’t care which one of you goes first, as long as someone fucks me in the ass soon. I’m so horny, I can’t stand it.”

  The men looked at each other for a long moment. Connor nodded, and Mel sighed.

  “Are you sure, precious?”

  “Very sure. Please, fuck me the way I need to be fucked right now.”

  “Come here, angel eyes.” Connor stretched out on the bed beside her and turned her to face him. He gently kissed her lips, then arranged her so that she was half on her side and half on him. He eased her right leg over his body, and she understood that this position gave Mel, who was moving behind her, better access to her ass.

  She heard the sounds and knew that Mel had taken the lube and a condom out of the drawer of the bedside table.

  Connor ran one finger down the side of her face and brought it under her chin. He lifted her face until she was looking in his eyes.

  “Kiss me, Emily Anne. I need your flavor on my tongue.”

  Emily Anne opened her mouth to accept Connor’s kiss and shivered when she felt the lube, cool and slick, being spread between the cheeks of her ass against her anus. Mel moved closer to her, kissing her shoulder as he worked his finger inside her. By now, this kind of foreplay barely gave her a twinge of discomfort. It did, however, never fail to increase her arousal. Tiny electric shocks of pure sexual stimulation skittered down her spine, sizzling out in every direction to inflame every nerve ending in her body. Her nipples beaded tighter and her clit actually tingled as if there was a connection between it and her rosette.

  “Two.” Mel whispered the word and then inserted a second finger into her. Here was a bit of a burn, but she welcomed the sensation. Her arousal grew, and that slight burn fed it. In and out and around in a circle, he worked her, doing, she knew, his best to prepare her. Usually it wouldn’t take him long from this moment to insert one of the plugs.

  Tonight it wouldn’t be a piece of rubber entering her, and she could hardly wait.

  “Three.”

  He’d never inserted three fingers in her before. Emily Anne moaned, because the burn had turned to pain and the pain felt so good. As Mel finger fucked her ass, she shivered in pleasure, pushing back slightly, letting him know how good it was. Her arousal climbed higher and higher, as this new and exciting sort of thrill began to consume her.

  “Please.” She pushed back against Mel, letting him know without a doubt that she wanted very much to have his cock where his fingers were.

  “All right, then. Relax for me now, precious. Let go all of your muscles and relax for me. That will make things easier. Please don’t let me hurt you.”

  “You won’t hurt me. Please, darling, I need your…oh, yes. Yes! Oh, your cock is so hot…” She found the words simply deserted her as the pressure built. The latex-covered head of Mel’s cock pressed against her most delicate place and the pleasure at just this much contact was enormous.

  She felt his cock center right on her opening, and when he placed a hand on her shoulder to help him brace, she very subtly began to push back, willing her body to accept this new, and sexy, invasion.

  Mel hissed in a breath while Connor eased back. Emily Anne gradually understood that Connor’s gaze was focused on her face. It took her a moment to understand why.

  “Relax, precious. You’re holding yourself too stiff and tight. Just exhale, and let go of your hip and leg muscles. I won’t hurt you, baby. But I need you to let go, now.”

  “I trust you, Melvin.” Emily Anne looked over her shoulder, and he kissed her cheek. She did trust him—she trusted them both. They’d spent quite a bit of time working to prepare her so that she would be ready to take their cocks in her ass without too much pain.

  They hadn’t just pushed their way into her in order to satisfy their own selfish desires, and she didn’t expect they’d start doing anything like that now. They were not, either of them, selfish lovers.

  “Baby, look at me.”

  Connor’s voice pulled her attention to him. He held her gaze, and in a way, she thought, that very action connected the three of them in this special moment.

  Mel eased off for a moment and then pressed into her again. The pain increased a little and slowly, second by second, began to morph into a biting kind of presence. Instead of hurting her, though, this bite colored her arousal, turned it darker, more dangerous, and edgier. Her arousal suddenly opened another dimension, and she gasped.

  “Oh, oh…that feels…”

  “Okay?” Mel’s one-word question came tightly wrapped in restraint, and she knew he was being very careful of her and working hard to control himself.

  For some reason, the urge to laugh shot out of nowhere. Emily Anne swallowed it and said, “‘Okay’ is such a tepid word for what this is, darling.”

  “Jesus, woman.” Mel exhaled on a snort and rested his head on her shoulder for a moment.

  She could feel him shaking with laughter and fighting for control, but neither of those seemed to have any negative effects on the strength of his erection. She met Connor’s gaze again, and smiled because he was laughing, too.

  Mel kissed her shoulder, and her neck, and then pressed against her some more. She felt her sphincter opening wider, and pressed back, just a little, letting him know that she definitely wanted more.

  “Don’t. You need to hold still. You feel so damn good, honey. I’m trying to go slowly, but it’s hard.”

  “Yes, it is hard and it’s hot and, God, I want your cock in my ass so badly. Mel, please. Just do it.”

  “That’s it. You’ve earned yourself a spanking, young lady. Just as soon as your ass isn’t sore any more from the reaming you’re about to g
et.”

  “Mmm, yes, a spanking sounds wonderful.” Emily Anne couldn’t explain why her arousal had spiked with Mel’s threat, but it had. She didn’t think there was anything these men could suggest that wouldn’t have her hot and wet and on the verge of an orgasm.

  “Easy, now.” Mel’s whispered words brushed her neck at the same instant he pressed against her a bit harder.

  Emily Anne felt herself open completely and his cockhead enter her.

  “Ah, yes. Yes.” She pushed back against him.

  Mel nipped her shoulder. “Hold still! I’m trying to control…” He let the words trail off.

  She could feel him struggling, and took pity on him. Though it nearly killed her to wait, she did as he asked. She understood how very serious both these men were about not hurting her.

  Mel breathed deeply, and she imagined he was reasserting his self-control. “Okay, precious. Hang on. I’m going to fuck you, now. Connor, I won’t last, I’m so damn close as it is. You have to help her.”

  Connor stroked her face and she met his gaze again. She hadn’t realized she’d averted her eyes until then. He leaned in and kissed her, tangling his tongue with hers, drinking her in with tiny sips.

  Mel began to move, drawing back just a bit then pressing home again. He sank all the way in this time, and Emily Anne groaned and shivered from the sensation of his cock fucking her ass.

  Connor reached down and began to run his fingers back and forth over her slit. Emily Anne felt her heart rate trip and her breathing hitch. She was torn between moving her hips forward to rub against Connor’s hand, or thrusting backward, to press against Mel’s marvelous cock.

  She felt the wetness of her juices on Connor’s fingers.

  “God, Emily Anne. You feel so fucking good.” Mel’s guttural declaration thrilled her beyond measure.

  “Yes, it does feel good…” She knew they’d wanted her to keep her eyes open, but she couldn’t any more. They drifted shut, and she lost herself in the rhythm, in the twin sensations of one lover fucking her ass while the other teased and tormented her clit. Back and forth, in and out, her arousal spiraled and rose, growing hotter and higher, until she thought she might pass out from the pleasure.