Betrayed [Bound & Cuffed 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenny Penn

  With a growl, he rolled Molly back to her knees as he gained his own and gripped her hips to hold her steady for his slow loving. Beneath him, Molly moaned, her back arching as she began to move in rhythm with his thrusts. Her sheath tightened and pulsed around him in welcome as her cunt creamed with a fresh rush of arousal.

  Her slick heat coated his cock, making Bruce burn in ways he’d never imagined. The desperate hunger clawing through him seared away whatever control he clung to, leaving him at the mercy of a lust so potent he had no hope of taming it. He didn’t even try. It was just too much fun to give in.

  Fun was an understatement for the pleasure ricocheting through his body. The addictive frenzy of delight boiling out of his balls and flooding his veins had him forgetting all about going slow, and Bruce began to ride Molly with the same unrelenting speed he had the first time. Just like that time, they came together in an explosion of such intense rapture it sapped the very strength from Bruce’s muscle and he collapsed down on top of Molly.

  They lay there for a long moment, sweating and heaving with ragged pants before Molly finally murmured and shifted beneath him. Bruce knew what she wanted, but it still took what little energy he had left to manage to pull free of her cunt and slump off to her side. He rolled onto the floor and stared up at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath, but the only thing he caught was a thought.

  He wanted more.

  * * * *

  Molly wanted more, but she wasn’t ready to admit it. Buzzing with the pleasure of her recent release, she tried to insulate herself in the sensation but couldn’t escape the nagging voice that continued to whisper to her, asking her just what she thought she was doing. Molly didn’t have an answer.

  What she had was tired and sore muscles, along with a sudden need for a moment of peace. If Molly wanted that, she knew she had to get off that floor because she could hear Logan moving around and had no doubt that he planned on picking up where Bruce had left off. While that thought had her cunt clenching with a need she was beginning to fear would never fade, it also had her heart tripping over itself in a rush of panic that things were moving too fast, too quickly.

  The shaft of fear that shot through her with that thought gave Molly the strength to get her hands beneath her. She managed to shove herself up to her feet, despite the trembling in her legs. With her muscles still spasming with the pleasure of so many climaxes, Molly turned to find Logan eyeing her like a predator did prey.

  “Don’t even think about it,” Molly warned him, though her tone lacked the force of any real conviction.

  That explained why he didn’t listen but paced forward with slow, dangerous steps that Molly matched as she began retreating down the hall toward the bedrooms in back. Bruce and Logan’s apartment was laid out identically to hers, just in the reverse. That meant she knew exactly where to flee to when he lunged for her.

  With a shriek, Molly took off down the hall, racing for the bathroom, but she didn’t make it. Before she could reach the door, Logan was swooping her off her feet and carrying her right into his bedroom, where he tossed her onto his bed. It was messy and smelled like him.

  The heady scent filled her head with a warm fuzziness that had her forgetting all about her worries. So did Logan as he slowly began to strip. With each piece of clothing he dropped to the floor, he explained just how things were going to be.

  “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking,” he warned before pausing to pull his shirt over his head and revealing the smooth, sexy flex of his well-muscled chest.

  Molly bit down on her lower lip as she eyed him, slowly beginning to feel like the predator sizing up her prey. Logan appeared completely oblivious to the growing danger as he continued to lecture her.

  “You’re thinking this is rebound sex. That this is only going to last the night.” Logan paused with his hands on the waist of his jeans, his dick bobbing out from between the slack sides of his zipper and pointing right at her. “But this is just beginning, honey, and we’re far from over.”

  Molly smiled at that and launched herself across the bed, coming right off the mattress to tackle Logan as he went stumbling down to the floor with a holler. Before he could even begin to respond, Molly was sucking down his dick as she gave in to the hunger burning inside of her.

  He tasted so good, was so thick, and responded with such enthusiasm that his enjoyment fed her own, fueling Molly’s desire to blind herself with the pleasure. Logan was wrong. This was rebound sex, and she didn’t believe for a moment it would last beyond the night. Reality couldn’t be held at bay much longer, and the reality was that Logan and Bruce were all wrong for her.

  They were players who went through women the way most men used up toilet paper. This wasn’t about love. This wasn’t about affection. This was about a primal, physical need that had been bound up too long. She wouldn’t be stupid enough to forget that, even as she lost herself in the thrill of fucking Logan straight into a writhing, cursing release.

  His dick pulsed and swelled in a warning of the impending eruption shooting straight out of his balls. Molly could have been nice and swallowed, but instead, she pulled back and dipped her head to suck down hard on the soft sac of his balls as she angled his dick to spray his seed straight over Logan’s stomach.

  He got coated, and she got to laugh. The joyous sound rumbled out from deep inside her as a merriment she’d never experienced before during sex filled her. This was fun. Even more fun was grinning down into Logan’s flushed features and taunting him.

  “Let’s get something straight, stud. This lasts as long as I say,” Molly explained, making herself perfectly clear and bringing a scowl to Logan’s brow, but she wasn’t done antagonizing him.

  “So you better plan on being a real good boy if you want to hold my interest beyond tonight. Now I’m going to go use the restroom, and you’re going to sit here and think about who you’re really messing with.”

  With that, Molly rose up to her feet, feeling a confidence she’d never had before, especially not when she was standing there naked from the waist down. Actually she was still wearing her socks, but that didn’t stop her from sauntering off, swaggering as if she was wearing six-inch heels.

  Not that she owned six-inch heels. Not that Molly even thought she could walk in six-inch heels, but for Logan and Bruce, she might be willing to try…or maybe not. Locking herself in the bathroom, Molly finally got a good look at herself and was blatantly horrified by the reflection in the mirror.

  Her makeup had long ago worn thin, leaving all her flaws on display. Speaking of flaws, her hips looked wide as hell thanks to her shirt hitting them at the most unattractive point. Her socks just made her look stupid.

  That thought had Molly frowning as she wondered just what the hell she thought she was doing. Having sex with Bruce and Logan was insane enough, but daring to pretend as if she could actually control this situation, much less them, was ludicrous…but so much fun to imagine. Really, why shouldn’t she try?

  After all, they hadn’t seemed to mind how she looked. Why should she? Molly didn’t know. She just knew it did bother her, which was why she took several minutes to try and right her appearance but without the arsenal of products back in her own bathroom. There was no going back there. Not tonight. Not ever.

  That thought had Molly stilling as she finally allowed herself to confront what she’d walked in on. Harvey and Trisha. What was she going to do about them? That was an answer Molly did know.

  She and Harvey were over and so were she and Trisha, but that was going to be a harder relationship to break. Not just because she was still signed onto a lease with the other woman, which had three more months left on it. No, the real ache in her heart was because the one bit of excitement she had in her life, listening to Trisha’s stories about the bar, was finally gone.

  Now all Molly was left with was married friends, whose complaints about their husbands were a hell of a lot less interesting than Trisha’s tales. Of course none
of her tales compared to what had just happened between Bruce, Logan, and her. That was saying something.

  Molly couldn’t help but smile as she admitted to herself that being in the story was better than hearing about it. A whole hell of a lot better. She’d be a fool to walk away now. Then again, she’d be an idiot to believe this was anything more than a one-night event.

  So she might as well make the night last.

  With that in mind, Molly pulled off her socks, shirt, and bra, leaving them in a pile on the bathroom floor as she strutted back out into the hall butt-ass naked. That was just how she found Logan as he stood muttering to himself by the kitchen sink. He was cleaning up and shot her a dirty look that widened into shock as she walked right past him and into the living room, where Bruce had managed to move from the floor to one of the two recliners that filled the small room.

  He was still dressed and looking tired as hell, except for the erection he was sporting. Molly eyed his cock, impressed by the fact that he could still be hard after everything that happened. She had to admit that he hadn’t been lying when he’d bragged about his stamina. Not that he looked ready for another round, but that didn’t make him useless.

  Refusing to let any doubts about her body interfere with the moment, Molly crossed the room to straddle him with all the confidence of any porn princess. She was going to fake it until she made it and, in the meantime, take what she wanted. What Molly wanted right then was a kiss, but not on her lips.

  Bruce started as she climbed over his lap, tucking her knees in beside his hips and settling her ass down onto her legs. Instantly his hands lifted to grip her hips and hold her steady as her cunt settled down over his dick, but she didn’t fuck him. They’d get there soon enough.

  Right then, Molly had other intentions.

  She let them be known as she threaded her hands through the silky strands of Bruce’s thick mane of chocolate brown hair and directed him forward toward her breast. He didn’t deny her, his lips parting to accept the puckered tip of her tit as she fed it right to him.

  Bruce didn’t disappoint her. He took immediate advantage, sucking down on her tit as his tongue came out to roll the tender bud and leave her gasping with a pleasure so fine Molly shivered with the delight. Those shivers grew into shudders as Bruce slid a hand down over her mound to part the folds of her pussy and capture the swollen nub of her clit beneath the hard press of his thumb.

  Then he was grinding against that magical little bud in rhythm with the kisses he spread across her breasts as he licked and nibbled his way to the other peak begging for his attention. Molly moaned, her hips beginning to move in a primal rhythm that only fueled the ache, making her cunt clench on the empty air.

  She ignored that burn, feeding a more primitive urge as she lifted all the way up onto her knees. The motion pulled her free of both Bruce’s kiss and touch as she arched forward to press her pussy up against his lips in an invitation he accepted instantly. Replacing his thumb with his tongue, he captured her clit once more and licked her straight into a writhing frenzy that had Molly screaming out as the rapture ripped through her, making her heart pound with such speed she feared she might have a heart attack and die right then and there.

  That was fine with Molly.

  She didn’t need to live beyond this moment, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want more from it. With a hunger that was all consuming, Molly dropped back down onto Bruce’s lap, bringing the clenched opening of her cunt straight down onto the flared head of his cock. The bulbous knob pressed in against her opening before filling her with a delicious burn as he stretched her muscles wide and slid in deep.

  Molly moaned, arching backward and savoring every inch until he had no more to give her. The only thing left was to move. That urge was irresistible, undeniable, and her hips began to pump and sway in a rhythm that sent slow, sensual pulses of pleasure rolling through her.

  It was divine. It was decadent. It only grew stronger as Bruce trapped her clit once again beneath the hard press of his finger and began to grind her little bud until Molly was crying out, fucking in a frantic frenzy that flooded her with a chaotic swirl of delight.

  The rapture only intensified as Logan came up behind her. He placed a hand on her back and pressed her down into Bruce’s chest as his cousin’s hands shifted to grip her hips and hold her steady. Molly grumbled in complaint, trying to twist free of their hold but failing and falling still as Logan’s hand slid down her spine to palm the globes of her ass.

  His hand was slick, coated with an oil that allowed his finger to slip easily between her flushed cheeks so he could tease the clenched muscles guarding her rear entrance. Molly’s breath caught as she buried her head in Bruce’s shoulder and tried to control the quivering tide of uncertainty that filled her along with his slickened finger.

  She’d never been taken there and didn’t think she was ready for that, but Molly needn’t have worried. Logan didn’t push farther. Instead, he teased her, allowing her to grow comfortable with the sensation as the burn grew slowly into an ache that had her groaning and once again trying to throw off Bruce’s hold.

  This time he let her. This time he helped her as the hands gripping her hips guided her into a slow rhythm that only fueled the intensity of the rapture twisting through her. Beyond addictive, the sweet sensation drove her need for more, and there was no stopping, no controlling that need.

  It consumed her, taking full command of her body as she began to ride the thick cock pulsing deep inside of her with a relentless determination that had her reaching once again for the stars. They sparkled before her eyes as her lids drifted closed and her body began to shine with the brilliance of the ecstasy flooding through her.

  Then the whole world exploded as Logan’s pressed his finger in deeper as Bruce bounced her faster and faster up and down his hard length. It was too much. Molly couldn’t hold back the force of her release as it cracked through her like a whip, lashing straight up her spine and setting every nerve ending on fire.

  Molly screamed out as she came, allowing her climax to run free and wild, unbound by any restraint. It ripped right through her, searing her all the way to her soul and draining every last bit of strength from her muscles, even as the pleasure propelled her straight into the heavens.

  Her sheath clenched tight around Bruce’s dick, her muscles pulsing around his length in an erotic massage that had him joining her within seconds. Bruce roared out as his whole body flexed upward, slamming his cock deep inside of her and unleashing another searing explosion that catapulted her straight past the heavens glowing before her closed eyes and into an endless blackness that had her collapsing into Bruce’s arms as she passed clean out.

  Chapter Four

  The morning dawned like a trumpet calling Molly back to reality as she woke to find herself naked and trapped between Bruce’s and Logan’s hard bodies. They were curled around her, sandwiching Molly in their heat and strength, but neither was strong enough to hold back to the worries and doubts that had always filled her where they were concerned. It was too late now, though, to take anything back. All she could hope for was that things didn’t sour as she feared they might.

  They didn’t start off well, though.

  Instead, her day started with panic as Molly turned to glance over Logan’s shoulder at the clock sitting on the nightstand. She was late. She was never late, never had been, but that morning there was no denying that she’d committed one of the most horrible sins she could think of. That realization had her jumping into action.

  Ignoring Bruce’s and Logan’s grunts and groans as she barreled out of the bed, Molly all but ran for the shower. She took the moment to lock the bathroom door behind her, not trusting either man not to follow her, and scrubbed down quickly, trying not to feel weird about being in a new shower.

  It was hard, though. Nothing was in the right place, and she was certain the towel she used wasn’t fresh. Molly liked everything to be just so, including a clean towel to start a new
day, but she didn’t have the time to bother rushing home. More so, she didn’t want to rush home and run into Trisha, which was just why she did the unthinkable and donned her clothes from the day before.

  Of course, she had to pick them off the floor and even wade back out of the bathroom half naked to find her panties and pants. It felt like the search of shame. Logan didn’t help as he came to linger in the door of his bedroom to watch her bend over. He wouldn’t have been him if he didn’t whistle as her ass went into the air.

  Molly shot him a dirty look over his shoulder, but he simply smirked back, obviously unrepentant. That wasn’t all he was. He was still naked and clearly aroused. Worse, he was back to looking at her like prey. That had Molly dressing all the quicker as she shook her head at him.

  “Don’t even think about it. I’m late.”

  Logan snorted at that and held his hands up in defeat. “I’m not moving, but I’m still thinking about it…tonight?”

  Tonight? That idea echoed through Molly, stirring both her nerves and her lusts to points where she didn’t know which one to go with. She chose neither and bought herself some time as she snatched up her purse and began backing toward the front door.

  “We’ll see.”

  That seemed like a non-committal, and very safe, response, but from Logan’s frown, she knew it wasn’t the one he wanted. He didn’t argue with her, though. He just smiled, a small twist of the lips that held nothing but confidence.

  “Sure,” he agreed easily, warning Molly that he was already conspiring.

  There was nothing she could do about that but flee and pray that, at some point during the day, some kind of clarity came to her. It didn’t. She might have made it out of Bruce and Logan’s apartment, but she couldn’t escape her thoughts of them that easily.