He pressed the glans to the pucker, reveling in the sight of her flesh surrendering to his. When he managed to pierce her, shoving the tip in, she let out a loud gasp, her head dropping down between her shoulders. Her loud breaths had both men stilling, preferring to watch her as Leon took her for the first time ever.
She panted, there was no other way to describe it, but the mewling, whimpering sounds that came with it were the best music he’d ever heard. Even Aaron and Loukas’s eyes were dazed. She vibrated with sensation, almost as though she couldn’t contain what he was doing to her as he slid his cock in inch by inch, determined to take her carefully, not wanting to frighten her.
He should have reckoned on Alexa, though.
She reared back, shoving his dick deep into her butt. A keening cry escaped her, and he slapped her ass, chiding, “What the hell did you do that for?”
Aaron tutted. “You should be more careful with our woman, Alexa.”
Her head reared up, and at Aaron’s amused smile, Leon knew she was glaring at him. “Fuck. Off. Aaron.” She turned to look at him. “Fuck me, Leon. Now.”
The last word was a growl, and it was a command he was eager to follow.
He thrust, carefully for the first few agonizing moments as her ass acclimatized to the intruder. It pulsed and fluttered around his cock, torturing him and making beads of sweat pop out on his brow. Then, when he could stand it no more, he slammed into her, then reared back quickly to impale her on his staff once more.
Her excited cries filled his ears, powered his movements. The air throbbed with the magic of the moment as she reveled in his attention, in the sights before her. He fucked her like he wished he’d done when they were younger, branding her as his, claiming her as their own.
But, he wanted it to last. So, he slowed down, curved his spine so his chest rested along her back, and in her ear whispered, “Suck Loukas’s cock, agape mou. Take him as yours.”
She shuddered and nodded. Alexa reached forward the few inches that separated the wriggling forms on the bed and cautiously placed a hand on Loukas’s thigh.
That touch alone made him hiss, and Loukas grunted, “You’re going to kill me before you even put your mouth on my cock, love.”
Her light laughter tinkled through the lust-filled atmosphere. “Why would I want to do that?” she teased. “I have so many plans for you, Loukas.” And with that, she traced Aaron’s mouth, currently stuffed with Loukas’s dick. She bent down and fluttered her tongue along the visible parts of the shaft.
Aaron pulled away, letting it slip from his mouth, and together, they slurped and licked, taunted and teased. Leon saw the openmouthed kisses the two of them shared, Loukas’s erection separating them, but their heated breaths and moans tortured the throbbing flesh they were supposed to be pleasuring.
Loukas’s hands dropped down, his fingers entangling in their hair as he urged Alexa closer, into taking him in her mouth. She understood his summons because she opened those pouty lips and let him slide home.
He hissed, then rocked his hips, fucking her mouth gently but watching with hot eyes as Aaron bent down, intent on supping at Loukas’s balls.
Leon watched the show with a delight that couldn’t be measured. His dreams were taking place right in front of him. It was like being handed heaven on a plate.
Watching Alexa’s mouth cave in as she sucked hard on Loukas’s cock, he reached around, slipping his hand between her legs. With a gentle finger, he began to flick her clit. Hard at first, then softer as she began to groan, the sounds growing wilder as he started to fuck her harder. Faster and faster, until that odd vibration started once more, almost like her body couldn’t contain the pleasure it was experiencing.
Around Loukas’s cock, she screamed—the sound a garbled hum—and Loukas swore, his shoulders coming up off the bed as his own climax hit him straight between the eyes. The noises they made—their unadulterated ecstasy—transmuted into his own pleasure, and as her ass clamped down on him, his own orgasm spasmed from his shaft, cum pelting her insides, bathing her in his brand. Marking her once and for all as his.
The three of them had all made her theirs now. Every part of her belonged to them, just as every part of them belonged to her.
This was not an unequal relationship. They were partners, and they were all each other’s, without prejudice.
At the thought that he was finally home, his cock sheathed in the woman he loved, he let his eyes open. Pleasure still rammed through him, but he watched on, delighted when Aaron turned Loukas over and helped him onto his knees.
Alexa gasped, her ass clamping down on him once more, as Aaron grabbed a hold of his own cock. It throbbed an angry ruddy purple, and he could only imagine how much pain and pleasure that arousal caused him.
As he covered himself in lube, Aaron hissed, that touch obviously unbearable in the face of his need. Alexa held out a shaky hand, but apparently Aaron understood because he poured some lube onto her fingers, and both of them watched as she prepared Loukas’s ass to be fucked.
The man in question hissed, moaning into his pillow, the most vulnerable anyone would ever see him as he was presented for his lovers’ pleasure. Alexa took her time, carefully preparing him, but when her slim fingers slid in deep, Loukas gasped out, “No! I can’t. Agape mou, later, later.” He hissed when she didn’t stop, and Leon realized she was rubbing his prostate.
The cheeky minx.
Covering his lover’s hide, he reached down between her legs once more, and slid three digits into her cunt. She gasped, and hesitated, then mumbled, “No fair, you can’t gang up on me.”
“We can when he asked nicely,” Leon teased, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she pouted but removed her fingers.
Aaron chuckled, the sound throaty as he crawled between Loukas’s legs. When he placed his cock to the pucker and slowly fucked into Loukas’s ass, Alexa groaned at both the sight as well as Leon’s fingers. He fucked her. Hard. His own dick was sated, and was now resting limply and happily in the curves between her ass cheeks, but he wanted her to come again.
Giving this woman pleasure was the only role he’d ever wanted in life. Making her happy, fulfilling her was something the three of them had always wanted.
And he intended to start as they meant to go on.
Her throaty gasps were their lovers’ soundtrack as Aaron found his pleasure in Loukas’s butt, and Leon timed the thrust of his fingers to Aaron’s. With his spare hand, he rubbed her clit with his thumb, and she screamed at that delicate touch. “No! No! Too sensitive,” she garbled.
“Torment her, Leon,” Loukas groaned out, his mouth still muffled against the pillow.
She sobbed, “No, please, please.”
He smiled, setting his teeth against her shoulder and biting down. Hard. Hard enough to mark her the next day. Hard enough for her to have to cover the bruise with makeup.
At that sting of pain, she roared.
There was no other way to describe it.
The sound howled through the room, and it was a catalyst. To the sounds of her pleasure, Loukas’s and Aaron’s melded with it, until the sound waves in the bedroom throbbed with the redolent satisfaction of four very, very, very satisfied people.
Chapter Seven
“Is it tacky to say wow?” Alexa asked to no one in particular.
Covered in sweat, tears, and God only knew what else, she could honestly say she’d never felt more satisfied in her life. In fact, scratch that. “Replete” was the word. None of her bits were clamoring for attention. Every part of her was at peace. It was only when she was faced with the noiseless feedback from her body that she noticed how loud it had been before.
Life before her papou’s meddling had been one long round of rowdy noise. After, it had been so deathly quiet, there’d been times she was sure she’d go mad.
She’d missed these guys. More than just for the promise of awesome sex—which they’d totally lived up to—but them.
Each one was unique. T
hey all brought something different to the table. Being without a one of them would be totally bizarre—like an Oreo without the cream filling. Just wrong on so many levels.
“You can be as tacky as you want,” Leon murmured drowsily. The words were mumbled against her throat, and his nose nuzzled into her as he spoke.
God, this intimacy, this affection…she’d been dying without it.
Tears longed to prick her eyes, but they didn’t fall. Had they done, they’d have been out of happiness. Not one part of her was sad or distressed, and it was a wonderful feeling.
“Are you sure? You won’t throw me off the mattress?”
Loukas sniggered. “I might if you two don’t stop jabbering.”
“Ignore Mr. Strong and Silent, Alexa,” Leon grumbled. “He’s used to getting his own way, so it does him good to remind him he’s not a god outside of the office.”
Loukas had been sprawled at her side, but at Leon’s words, he sat up on his elbow and glared over the tangled limbs of his lovers to state, “I’m not used to getting my own way. If I do, it’s because my reasoning is sound.”
Aaron snorted. “Bullshit.”
“Now, now, boys. Let’s not argue,” she tried to soothe, and failed. The thought made her grin—they hadn’t changed. Always bickering over something. It was a wonder they hadn’t killed each other without her to act as referee.
“No, Alexa, this isn’t an argument,” Leon declared quickly, head shooting up to glare at Aaron and Loukas.
Pressing her hand to the side of his face, she gently stroked her fingers along the curve of his jaw.
“Calm down, Leon. I don’t mind.” This time, her soothing words worked, because Leon settled back down with a contented sigh. His panic at distressing her touched her deeply, and she pressed a kiss to his forehead, sighing in bliss as he tightened his grip about her waist. “You lot haven’t changed a bit,” she continued. “Still bickering. Heaven.”
Loukas cocked a brow at her. “Heaven?”
She grinned. “Hey, I grew up with this background noise. Radio silence has been deafening.”
Aaron snorted again. “You hear that, Loukas? You’re background noise.”
“Oh no, don’t get me involved,” she retorted, glaring over at Aaron. “You two grumble away at each other, but Leon and I are keeping out of it, aren’t we, love?”
It was Aaron’s turn to pop up on his elbow. “How come I’m not in the inner circle?”
Alexa purred, “You’re all in the inner circle.”
Leon chuckled. “Someone sounds very happy about that.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? Hell, this is like a dream. In fact, don’t pinch me. If it is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.”
“You don’t think we feel that way too?” Loukas demanded. “Alexa, we’ve been waiting a very long time for this moment. Probably before you even realized men and women could even fit in the way we wanted.”
She eyed him, then curled her pointer finger, beckoning him closer. When he pressed a kiss to her lips, she sighed, loving the feel of his mouth against hers.
Was it foolish to fall so quickly in love with them? She guessed the answer was whether or not she’d ever stopped. And she hadn’t.
Maybe she was setting herself up for heartache along the way, but, and it was a huge but, she’d have done something she’d been dying to experience: had a foursome.
Was the attitude defeatist? Could be. She was ordinarily a far more positive person, but with these three, she knew how hard she could fall and how deep the chasm would be. Even if she could open her heart to them again, she’d always be cautious. A part of her would always have to be kept back—she wasn’t totally naive.
Maybe time would bridge that particular issue. Maybe it wouldn’t. She didn’t know how long they’d have together, if it had an expiration date or not.
In all the years of running The Corsakis, she’d seen countless ménage relationships, and she knew how difficult they were to maintain. It was rarer than she’d like to see repeat business with exactly the same members.
It was hard to make a twosome work, so add in another character, and how much more difficult was it to keep such a complex partnership going? And yet, these three had managed for ten years or more. All throughout those years, they’d wanted her, had pined for her. Would her presence rock the boat? Would it wreck what they had together?
Selfless or not, she had to admit—if that were the case, she’d leave rather than see them separated.
She’d learned to live by herself, but these three couldn’t. They were made for each other.
It was strange lying here between them, for the first time at peace with her body, and thinking about the future. She’d learned to think about the present. To deal with that. Business was another thing entirely, but in her personal life, there had been too many days where just getting through twenty-four hours had been tough. She knew to handle stuff as it came, but in this, she couldn’t.
It was too important. Too vital that she understand her role here, that she slip into the seams. Otherwise she could rock that boat and cause a tsunami.
The notion didn’t perturb her. She made no bones about her belief that these guys were it for her, and she refused to be swayed from such a thought. Alexa just needed to acclimate to this strange new world.
A world where she could roll over now, reach for Loukas’s cock, touch it, rub it, jerk it off. A world where Aaron could lick her pussy while Leon fucked her. A new universe that was the best birthday present she could ever have asked for.
“I can hear you thinking,” Leon murmured against her throat.
She loved how closely they were tucked together. Hell, she loved how close all of them were. Tucked on the bed, in their own little island, it was heaven. “The cogs are grinding,” she admitted with a grimace.
“Don’t let the whys or hows concern you, love.” He pressed a kiss under her ear. “There’s little use. We just need to roll with the punches. Get used to this again. We’ve all been apart for so long, it will be strange at first, but it can’t be that strange. You’ve been a part of our days for as long as you’ve been out of it. Except now, we can fuck you and leave you wrecked on the bed.”
She chuckled at that, hearing the thread of humor in his tone. “How come you get to wreck me?”
Aaron laughed. “Feel free to do the wrecking, agape mou.”
“Oh, I will. Don’t you worry about that.”
Loukas grumbled, “Some of us are trying to sleep here.”
“Don’t be a grouch, my bear,” she told him, a soft smile on her lips at the old endearment. Loukas was huge, muscled. Black hair unfurled on his chest, and the silk dotted his legs. He was not only a bear in size but in nature. He definitely kept out of the fray but wasn’t frightened to wade into a fight if need be.
He snuggled down into the covers. “I’m not. I just don’t want you to overthink this. There’s no need. Just like Leon says.”
Could she lie and say she hadn’t thought about them every single day they’d been apart? No, she couldn’t. Even if she’d tried to forget, there had been constant reminders. Either in the media, or from friends’ gossip, or she’d seen them at the countless family events they all attended.
That was why it was strange she hadn’t known they’d purchased this place.
On an island like this, it wasn’t a given that everyone knew each other’s business. Nor was it in a town the size of Paphos. But, in their circles, everyone knew everyone. And the Antakis mansion, which had once stood in this spot, had been a notorious piece of interest for most of their friends.
Kristian Antakis had lost his and the entire family’s fortune a few years ago. The old place, already in a rough state, had gone to rack and ruin quickly, only for it to be completely decimated by a fire. Even now, some of the trees and shrubs surrounding the property still bore signs of being charred.
The island gossip said it had been an insurance job gone wrong—the fire had started
at the house but had quickly spread to the scrub around the building. True or not, she didn’t know, but she couldn’t deny, if she’d known Kristian was selling, she’d have tried to buy the plot.
With unequaled views of the ocean, it was worth whatever price tag he’d set.
“How did you buy this place without the whole island knowing about it?”
“Some people do. But like I said, we’ve suppressed the information.”
“Yeah, but as soon as you bought the place, news would have spread from the notaries.”
Loukas snorted. “It isn’t in our names, Alexa. It’s in a company name.” He shrugged. “Our household comes under a company. We all pool together.”
She blinked at that. “Seriously?”
He nodded, then frowned at her, confusion puckering his brow. “How else would we pay the bills?”
“I never really thought about the ins and outs of it.”
“Yeah, well, you don’t have to. It’s our duty to provide for you.”
For a second, she let the words sink in. Then, when they had, she settled her hand on his chest and yanked the hair there. He hollered, outright yelled, and she had to hide a grin as he leapt out of the bed.
Startled, Leon and Aaron shot upright, leaving her the only one lying supine on the mattress. The mutual stares of shock were too amusing for words. She laughed, unable to contain the bubble of amusement at their complete befuddlement—Loukas’s because he didn’t know why she’d yanked his chest hair, Leon and Aaron because they didn’t understand why Loukas had yelled.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” he gritted out.
Aaron blinked. “What did who do what for?”
“Alexa, she fucking pulled out some hair on my chest.” He peered down at his muscled torso, eyed the reddened patch of skin, then glared at her.
“Yeah, well, that will teach you.”
“Teach me what?” he roared.
“To underestimate me. I’m not some little housewife you can tuck away in the kitchen.”
Old Enough to Know Better [The Corsakis Hotel 2] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) Page 7
