Demons Within [For Love of Authority] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Rhiannon Ayers

  Allen nodded, ready for anything at this point. Sidri smiled against his lips then kissed him hotly, aggressively. He groaned, wrapping his arms around her waist and cinching her in close. The missing button on his jeans made the fabric loose around his hips, rubbing every time he moved. He wondered if Tatum meant for that to happen, meant for Allen to have a constant reminder of what had happened in the kitchen just a few short hours ago.

  If he had, he was a fucking genius. Literally.

  The living wall of sexual heat that was Tatum McAlister blanketed Allen’s back, and he whimpered into Sidri’s hot mouth. Those huge, sensitive hands wrapped around Allen’s waist, hitching the fabric of his jeans just a little lower. Tatum pulled his hips back slowly, gently, and pressed his hard-on against Allen’s lower back. Allen moaned.

  Sidri released his lips, moving down to suckle his throat. There wasn’t enough air, the two of them taking over the space so powerfully, so overwhelmingly, he could do nothing but gasp and tremble between them.

  Tatum pressed those hard lips against Allen’s temple. “How much have you done? With a man?” he asked in that baritone rumble that rocked Allen’s whole body.

  He shivered, brief flashes of memory overtaking him—Marcus’s rape, then later that same year, kneeling in a dark, stinking alley, carefully smoothing a crumpled twenty-dollar bill while his john walked away, stuffing it in his pocket before finding a trashcan so he could be quietly, violently ill—and whispered, “Oral. I’ve never…wanted another man to touch me before.”

  He winced, wondering at his own choice of words, wondering how much his two lovers would glean from that damning statement. But Sidri kept kissing him, sliding her tongue along his collarbone as she slid her hands beneath his shirt. Tatum rumbled against his back, his hands tightening at Allen’s waist.

  “All right. We take it slow.”

  Sidri straightened as she and Tatum joined hands on either side of him and began lifting his shirt up, together. “Lift up, baby,” she purred. “Tatum wants to see your tattoo.”

  Allen complied, buzzing all over—the damn bees were back, and they were big fuckers—and wondered what Tatum would think of his design. When he wasn’t off playing Creative Director eight-fucking-thousand miles away, Tatum was the primary illustrator for MM&M. Some of his paintings hung in a New York art gallery with price tags that made Allen’s jaw drop. He was a consummate artist, one of the most talented Allen had ever known, and he desperately wanted this man to appreciate the effort that had gone into depicting the battle raging through his soul.

  Tatum sucked in a breath the moment Allen’s shirt hit the ground. “Jesus Christ,” he breathed, gratifyingly impressed.

  “Michael and Lucifer,” Sidri corrected, with a cheeky grin for Allen. He laughed.

  Then Tatum started touching him, and all thought of levity evaporated instantly. As Sidri returned to kissing Allen hotly, Tatum began tracing the elaborate tattoo. Somehow, he knew exactly how each line had been formed, and in exactly what order, because he started with the very first stroke and followed each successive line without error. Allen was trembling, quaking, gasping into Sidri’s mouth by the time the big man traced the final lines.

  “Gorgeous,” Tatum breathed. His fingers smoothed up Allen’s back and traced the script written there. And to Allen’s utter shock, he read the words out loud, in perfect Latin. Allen wrenched his mouth away from Sidri’s and blinked at Tatum over his shoulder before looking at her questioningly.

  She shrugged. “That’s how I knew you were lying to me,” she confessed, unrepentant. “We took Latin in college.”

  Well fuck me running, he thought, stunned.

  Then all conception of any language but his own fled as Sidri deftly opened Allen’s zipper, yanked his jeans and shorts to the floor, knelt, and sucked his throbbing erection down her throat.

  Allen would have staggered had Tatum’s arms not suddenly wrapped around his torso, one big hand braced over his heart while the other collared his throat. Allen cursed, burying his fingers in Sidri’s hair as she sucked him hard enough to draw his soul right out of his body.

  “We’ll be adding another tattoo,” Tatum whispered against his ear, watching Sidri’s masterful blow job over his shoulder. The steel bar jabbing Allen’s lower back grew harder, longer. He swallowed convulsively.

  “What?” he queried, amazed he still had breath enough to speak.

  Tatum smiled against his temple, traced a design over Allen’s left pec, over his heart. “Owned,” he whispered, voice so growly and deep it vibrated all the way down to Allen’s toes.

  Owned. Allen shuddered, suddenly overwhelmed by the powerful, desperate need to see that tattoo on his chest, over his heart. Over his whole fucking universe.

  Maybe then he could believe it.

  His hips were pulsing now, his breath coming in sharp gasps as Sidri’s talented tongue wrapped around his cockhead over and over again. He was so close, so close to coming, to blowing his wad down her beautiful throat, ending things before they really, truly began…

  But they knew, somehow. Knew he was too close. Sidri pulled off him, looking up at him with hot green eyes before rising to her feet. Then, with a naughty little smile, she leaned over Allen’s shoulder and kissed Tatum.

  Allen had never been more turned on in his life.

  Until today, he’d never found the thought of watching another man kiss his girlfriend appealing. But after watching the way Tatum kissed Sidri earlier, he knew he could watch the two of them together for eternity. There as something so hot, so aggressive, about the way they kissed each other, devoured each other. He stood, sandwiched between them, completely naked while they both remained clothed, and watched them tongue-fuck each other, sharing Allen’s pre-cum between them. It was, far and away, one of the hottest things he’d ever seen in his life.

  Sidri pulled away first, backing away from both of them as she finally removed her T-shirt. Apparently she favored black lace because this bra, while a different design, mimicked the one she’d been wearing yesterday. Her full, gorgeous breasts practically begged to be suckled, and Allen whimpered in Tatum’s hold.

  Tatum chuckled. “Soon, baby. We’ll get there.”

  Allen shivered. He called me “baby.”

  Sidri moved toward the bed, shedding clothes along the way, while Tatum held Allen motionless. One of those huge hands dipped around Allen’s waist as he stooped slightly, took hold of his throbbing cock, and began a slow, teasing stroke. Allen groaned, long and loud, overwhelmed by the dual stimulation. Sidri doing a fucking sexy striptease in front of him. Tatum milking his cock while standing behind him. If they weren’t careful, he was going to go off like a goddamned bottle rocket.

  As soon as Sidri was completely naked, she climbed onto the bed and knelt on the edge. Tatum gave Allen’s cock one last masterful squeeze, then whispered against his temple, “Go lay in the center of the bed, on your back. Sidri is going to ride that gorgeous cock while I watch.”

  Holy. Fuck.

  Allen’s legs felt like wet rubber bands, but he managed to make it to the bed without collapsing along the way. Sidri held out a hand, guiding him up on the mattress beside her before shoving him down and straddling his lap before he had a chance to think. Allen bit out a strangled “Holy Christ” and clamped both hands on those creamy white thighs. And just as she had the night before, with no build-up, no teasing, Sidri swiveled her hips and sank his shaft deep inside her burning-hot tunnel.

  Allen gasped. She was so hot, so wet, so un-fucking-believably perfect, he almost came right then. But he didn’t want this to end, not yet, God, please, not yet…

  Sidri didn’t give him any time to adjust. With both arms straight, she braced herself against his chest and rode him like an Olympic equestrian. Allen’s hands convulsed around her thighs, his cock bathed in liquid fire, loving the way she took him so deep, her wet walls clinging and sucking up and down his entire length. She mastered him, owned him, used him, loved
him, and he couldn’t get enough. Panting, unable to stop the moans and groans boiling from his throat, he stared as her tits bounced enticingly, her head thrown back as she voiced her own pleasure.

  God. Damned. Fucking. Perfect.

  Allen’s eyes swept the room wildly, searching for Tatum. When he found him, he swallowed hard and let loose a groan that had nothing to do with the woman riding him so enthusiastically.

  Tatum stood next to the bed, naked, his huge cock in one hand as he smoothed lube up and down his turgid length. His eyes were locked on the place Sidri and Allen were joined, his expression so full of hunger and need, it made Allen’s balls ache in sympathy. The man was solid muscle, so big he should have looked frightening. But Allen already knew just how much control he had over all that physical power, already knew how well he could use that magnificent body.

  He couldn’t wait to find out what else he could do with it.

  Sidri suddenly slowed her wild ride, pressing herself down hard on Allen’s lap and gyrating her hips so his cock rubbed her G-spot over and over again. He strangled on a moan while she did it, hands still desperately clamped over her thighs even as he watched Tatum like a hawk. The big man tossed something on the bed near Sidri’s left knee—Allen couldn’t see what—and climbed up next to them. He was so big, so deliciously solid, the whole bed frame groaned in protest at accepting his additional weight. Tatum crawled over to them, straddled Allen’s outstretched legs, and put a hand in the center of Sidri’s back. With a gentle shove, he pushed her forward so she lay perfectly flush across Allen’s chest.

  Immediately, Sidri settled both arms on either side of his head and started kissing the living daylights out of him. Allen’s tongue battled hers, getting lost in her aggressive plundering of his mouth, yet he somehow remained cognizant of Tatum’s whereabouts. The tops of Tatum’s thighs brushed Allen’s knuckles where they wrapped around Sidri’s bent legs. He was doing something, something Allen couldn’t see with Sidri draped across him like a sex goddess…

  Sidri suddenly jerked, her whole body shaking as she panted against Allen’s lips. He looked up into her gorgeous face and found her eyes squeezed shut, an expression of pure ecstasy on her face.

  “What…” Allen gasped out, unable to finish the question because her inner muscles started milking his cock frantically.

  She bit her lip, licked it, and let out a deep-throated, sexy groan. “Tatum is…fuck…putting his fingers in my ass,” she finally gasped out.

  But by then, Allen didn’t need the explanation, because he could feel the big man’s fingers stroking Allen’s cock through the thin wall separating her vaginal entrance from her anal passage. He shuddered, violently, reeling from sensory overload. Sidri jerked again, mewling with obvious pleasure, and convulsed around his cock. Allen hissed, fingers bruising her sweet thighs as he fought the urge to come.

  Tatum shifted forward, now with both hands at Sidri’s waist as he stared down at his own cock. Sidri started panting, squirming like a wild woman in Allen’s arms. He cursed, eyes wild, wishing desperately he could see what was happening to her.

  Wishing desperately it was happening to him.

  And then Allen could feel Tatum’s huge cock pushing inside her, feel every inch of that smooth shaft run along his own pulsing erection. He and Sidri both shouted incoherently, clinging together as they both quivered violently. When Tatum finally came to a stop, Allen could feel how much tighter she was, her soaking-wet sheath strangling his dick. She was panting, moaning, writhing, demanding Tatum fuck her, fuck them, fuck her fuck them fuck her fuck her…

  And that’s when Tatum started to move. Allen’s entire body throbbed with every inward thrust of those powerful hips. He could feel the head of Tatum’s cock running up and down the length of his own shaft, buried deep in Sidri’s core, could feel every single incremental stroke he made. He’d never felt anything this good before, this powerful, this addictive…

  Tatum reached forward and clamped a hand on Sidri’s shoulder, holding her still while he began fucking in earnest. He rode her hard and fast, the motion driving her up and down Allen’s buried cock, making both of them cry out in ecstasy. It went on forever, pleasure building to epic proportions, while Allen held on to the woman in his arms for dear life. He could feel Tatum’s muscles clenching, feel the rasp of his leg hair against Allen’s smooth skin. He couldn’t help but marvel at the differences between his two lovers, even as his mind spun chaotically through a haze of pure lust. Sidri, so soft and yet strong, skin silky smooth, her sheath soaking wet. Tatum, rock-solid and so damn powerful, his body so much bigger than Allen’s or Sidri’s. He could get lost in this, in both of them, drowning in a sea of endless pleasure.

  Sidri suddenly threw back her head, mouth open in a silent scream as she started coming around Allen’s cock. He felt her convulse, inside and out, while Tatum continued to ride her as if he didn’t even notice the stranglehold of her hot, tight body.

  It was too much. Allen exploded, nearly screaming as his orgasm was ripped right up from the soles of his feet. Eyes rolled back, he clung to Sidri, bucking and shaking because Tatum was still fucking, fucking both of them relentlessly as he sought his own pleasure. Even when Sidri collapsed against Allen’s chest, mewling and gasping, he just kept fucking, those powerful hips working like a goddamned piston engine.

  Allen was overwhelmed. His own release had been powerful, all-consuming, yet his cock was still hard, still buried inside Sidri’s silky wet heat.

  And then, suddenly, it wasn’t. Tatum lifted Sidri bodily, as if she weighed nothing at all, pulling her off Allen’s cock as he remained buried balls-deep in her gorgeous ass. Allen lay there, gasping, his cock and lower body utterly drenched in Sidri’s juices, staring in wide-eyed fascination as Tatum put one big hand on Sidri’s sternum and pulled her up, flushed vertically against his chest. Then he speared Allen with his fiery blue eyes.

  “Flip around, but stay on your back. I want your head even with Sidri’s cunt. Spread your legs, brace your ankles on the headboard. She’s going to play with you until I’m finished fucking her ass.”

  Jesus Christ Mary Mother of God.

  Allen scrambled to obey, sliding around on the sheets until he’d positioned himself exactly as commanded. With his legs spread, he felt open and exposed, but right at this moment it didn’t matter a damn bit. He was so hot, still vibrating from his orgasm. He had no idea, none, how he was still hard, yet he was, rock solid and ready for more.

  God, please let there be more.

  As soon as he was in position, Tatum let Sidri’s torso drop but kept her hips up. The position meant Allen had a prime-time, up-close-and-personal view of Tatum’s magnificent cock stroking in and out of Sidri’s tight ass. He could see her pussy lips contracting, still trying to milk Allen’s cock even though he’d been removed from the equation. He shuddered, mesmerized, watching Tatum’s cock sink in, then pull out, over and over again. He was so caught up in the action taking place above him, he’d almost forgotten Tatum’s other command.

  Then Sidri’s hot mouth encircled his cock once more, sucking their commingled juices from his flesh as her clever fingers breached his ass and began to thrust.

  Allen shouted incoherently, hands flying out in search of something to hold onto. His questing fingers found Tatum’s pumping hips, and he held on desperately. He was so stunned, swimming in a sensual maelstrom, his whole body felt dipped in fire.

  There was nothing he could do against their combined sexual assault. Allen found himself floating in a place of pure, unadulterated bliss, riding the edge of another orgasm, though one unlike anything he’d ever experienced before in his life. He was shaking all over, eyes glued to the place where Tatum’s cock mastered Sidri’s ass, his imagination taking flight unassisted. That would be him soon. Tatum would ride him that way, that hard, that deep. Tatum would master him the same way, taking him over, fucking him until he couldn’t help but explode. It felt like someone had replaced his balls w
ith firecrackers, and it was only a matter of time before they went off.

  Tatum was grunting with pleasure now, his pelvic bone slamming Sidri’s ass so hard her whole body jiggled. Yet she somehow managed to continue her oral and digital assault on Allen’s body, massaging that sweet spot inside his ass while deep-throating him like a consummate pro. Allen’s fingers dug into Tatum’s rock-hard thighs, his body shuddering uncontrollably. He was going to come. Needed to come. Please, Tatum, let me come…

  The moment, the nanosecond, he had the thought, Tatum slammed so hard in Sidri’s ass the whole bed shook violently. She pulled off Allen’s cock and screamed, a full-throated affirmation of her pleasure as she came. Allen watched cum pooling around her pussy lips, desperately wishing he could lick it off, but Tatum hadn’t given him permission to move…

  Tatum, breathing like a bellows, gently withdrew from Sidri’s ass and helped her move to one side. Confused, vibrating with need, Allen tried to understand what was happening as Tatum crawled slightly to the right, his cock gripped in his own fist. With his other hand, he reached for Allen’s cock, positioning his torso over Allen’s lower body as he took hold. Then, jerking his own cock sharply, he met Allen’s eyes squarely and said, “Come. Now.”

  Too many things happened at once. Tatum leaned down and sucked Allen’s cock into his mouth at the exact moment cum started shooting out like a geyser. Allen’s body bowed straight off the bed, muscles locked as ecstasy rocketed through his veins. In the same instance, Tatum’s cum splattered Allen’s chest and stomach, thick, hot white jets of seed that bathed his flesh in liquid fire.

  The orgasm intensified to the point that Allen very nearly blacked out.

  Chapter 16

  Maybe he did black out.