Brooke, Leah - Raw Desire [Desire, Oklahoma 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

  Dillon released her, the hunger in his eyes flaring as Ryder caught her up in his arms.

  With his cock still deep inside her, Ryder readjusted his position until she sat astride him, the hands caressing her back and shoulders gentle now, so tender and surprising it brought tears to her eyes.

  Still trembling and held against Ryder, she accepted bites of food from both of them, settling while they all picked at the delectable assortment of foods in front of them. Their low conversation seemed more intimate now, even though none of them spoke of anything important.

  The sexual tension emanating from Dillon kept her on edge, desire flaring again when he stood and started to undress.

  Ryder fed her another bite and ran a hand down her back, seemingly unconcerned that Dillon held her rapt attention.

  “So what’s your favorite color, honey?”

  The shift of muscle in Dillon’s arms and chest fascinated her as he reached across the table for his beer, but couldn’t compete with the sight of his long, thick cock rising majestically from his lap.

  She stared at the purplish head, as large and almost as dark as a plum, and shivered. Soon it would be deep inside her bottom, the hard heat of his cock stretching her and filling her in the most intimate way a man could take a woman.

  Her bottom clenched with awareness, already sensitized from his attention there earlier. She found it hard to believe that in the short time she’d been with Dillon and Ryder that she could consider her bottom an erogenous zone, especially since it had been off limits her entire life.

  Even more surprising, once the nerve endings around her puckered opening had been awakened, she needed attention there. She needed the pinch and burn, the overwhelming stretch, and their determined demands for entrance. Even though the vulnerability of being taken there still filled her with trepidation, the anticipation of having her bottom filled with Dillon’s thick cock had her pussy leaking moisture and her arousal simmering once again.

  Dillon tapped his finger beneath her chin, lifting her gaze to his. The knowledge of what she was thinking was there in his eyes as one masculine brow went up.

  “It’s going in your ass soon enough. Answer Ryder’s question.”

  Alison blinked. “Question?”

  With a chuckle, Ryder nudged her back and ran his hands up and down over her chest, lingering on her nipples.

  “I asked you what your favorite color is. I’m learning your body, and with any luck, I’ll have the chance to know it as well as I know my own. I know you’re shy, even though you think you’re brazen. You’re very passionate and, as Dillon proved, submissive in bed, but you really don’t believe either one is true. You’re as sweet as pie except when you lose your temper, and then you’re downright adorable.”

  He tugged at the chain on her nipple and grinned when she cried out, grabbing her hand before she could cover her breast with it to relieve the sting.

  His grin turned sinful when she growled at him in frustration. “And, darlin’, the madder you get, the harder my cock gets.”

  Alison swallowed heavily and glanced at Dillon, at a total loss for words. She couldn’t believe he’d so easily gotten the reaction he wanted from her, and with very little effort at all.

  Dillon smiled sardonically. “You didn’t think we saw all those things in you? You’re not dealing with children here, Alison, despite what you think. We’re grown men who know what the hell we want and have been waiting for a woman like you to come into our lives. It’s very important to us to get to know you. We’ve learned some, but we want more.”

  Leaning her back over his arm, Ryder cupped her jaw.

  “If you think either one of us is going to make it easy for you to leave us, you’re sadly mistaken. Favorite color?”

  Crying out when he tugged the chain again, Alison grabbed at his shoulders, thrusting her breasts out in front of her to ease the sharp pull. “Red!”

  She found herself transferred to Dillon’s lap, a strong arm around her waist holding her back against his chest. Feeling the head of his cock pressing against her puckered opening, Alison stilled, shivering, the helplessness she always experienced when either one of them touched her bottom coming back in full force.

  Dillon tightened the arm around her waist and lifted her several inches.

  “My cock’s so fucking hard it hurts, and it’s going in that tight ass right now.”

  He lowered her, positioning the head of his cock at her puckered opening.

  “Red means stop. You don’t want me to stop, do you, baby?”

  “No. Oh, God.” Her bottom clenched, but she had no chance of closing against the head of Dillon’s cock pushing insistently against her puckered opening. Her bottom gave way under the pressure, burning as it stretched around the thick head of Dillon’s cock.

  Breathing heavily, Alison groaned, each clench of her bottom on his cock making it sting and burn. Her stomach muscles tightened. Her thighs trembled, but the sharp invasion and the fact that the slightest movement caused an overwhelming sting in her bottom kept her frozen in place. Just the thought of dropping all at once onto Dillon’s cock scared her and kept her focused on her ass.

  The touch of Ryder’s finger on her clit made her yelp in surprise and jolt, and then whimper as it moved her on Dillon’s cock, making her opening burn.

  Dillon kissed her shoulder.

  “Easy, Alison. Nice and slow.”

  His hands shook, his breathing harsh as he lowered her inch by inch over his cock, invading her most intimate opening with his thick heat, stretching her inner walls as he forged his way inside her. His lips caressed her shoulders and then her neck, sending delightful shivers through her, while his words of encouragement and praise warmed her all over.

  “Yes, that’s my girl. Yes, you can take me, baby. Relax those muscles so I can shove my cock up that ass. We’ve done this before. You know it fits. You know how good it feels. Every time Ryder touches that clit, you clamp down on me. You’re squeezing the hell out of my cock.”

  Sitting naked beside them, Ryder bent to lick a nipple, tapping her clit with a work-roughened finger at the same time.

  Each time he touched her, she tightened on Dillon, making him groan, making her burn, and making both of them tremble a little harder. Inch by hard, thick inch, Dillon worked his cock into her, each shallow thrust drawing a groan from him and a whimpered moan from her.

  By the time she’d taken all of him, a fine sheen of perspiration covered her and her movements had become shaky and uncoordinated.

  Hard and tense behind her, beneath her, Dillon kept his movements slow and measured, the tiniest shift in his position sending chills and sparks of awareness through her.

  Lifting his head, Ryder smiled at her cries, his fingers putting the chains on her nipples in motion.

  “You’re so damned soft and so fucking responsive that it makes it almost impossible to be around you without wanting to rip your panties off and sink into you.”

  She hoped she never got used to the way they talked, their words adding to the eroticism of every moment and making it more sexual and unbelievably intimate.

  Making each moment uniquely theirs.

  “Oh, God. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I can’t believe I’m with you.” She closed her eyes, her entire body trembling so hard her fingers didn’t even work. She tried repeatedly to grab at Dillon’s hands, needing something to hold on to, but couldn’t quite catch them.

  Dillon slid both hands around her and covered her breasts, moving her over his cock and pulling her back until her head rested against his shoulder.

  “You’re ours, Alison. Get used to it.”

  “I have to leave. Don’t make me make a promise I can’t keep.” She gasped when he raised her slightly and plunged into her at the same time Ryder tapped her clit again, her body too highly sensitized to withstand the storm raging inside her.

  Dillon knocked Ryder’s hand away and covered her mound, letting a callused finger rest
against her clit.

  “I don’t make promises I can’t keep either. I promise you this. Tonight will be a night you’ll never forget.”

  He lifted her and inch by inch, lowered her again.

  So full it overwhelmed her, Alison fought to remember that other diners sat only feet away and bit her lip to hold back her cries. Her bottom burned, the pinch each time Dillon moved her just as strong and mind numbing as the last.

  The tingling of her clit had her desperately trying to move against the finger poised over it, but each time she tried, the sharp shift of Dillon’s cock inside her ass elicited a whimper from her despite her best efforts to remain quiet.

  Ryder straightened her legs out in front of her, leaving her effectively impaled on Dillon’s cock and spread wide.

  She’d never felt anything quite so amazing. Her breasts, pussy, and clit lay wide open for them while Dillon’s cock filled her ass and kept her from moving at all.

  Dillon kissed her temple, his slow drawl rough with tension.

  “Damn, woman, you shake my control like nothing else.”

  A thrill went through her at his admission, tightening her on his cock, making it feel even thicker, hard and unyielding inside her. It excited her and filled her with the need to challenge him, to shake his control even more.

  “Is that what you want? Control?”

  Dillon chuckled against her ear, his big hands moving over her breasts and lower to caress her abdomen before settling over her spread thighs.

  “I think I’m going to have a little trouble staying in charge with you, but when it comes to sex, you betcha. Don’t bitch about it. You like it too much to put up much of an argument.”

  Alison held her breath as the hands at her thighs shifted, still holding her thighs spread as he parted her folds. A second later, a sharp slap to her clit made her cry out and buck against him, inadvertently moving her on the cock lodged deep inside her ass.

  Reacting instinctively, she reached for her clit, whimpering at the combination of pain and pleasure that made it swell and tingle.

  “You touch that clit and I’m slapping it again.”

  Shaking, she grabbed Dillon’s forearms, tightening on his cock again, the sensation so strong she stilled.

  “It tingles. I’m so close to coming. Oh, God. So full. Dillon, please! I can’t take any more.”

  She could literally feel the moisture trickling from her pussy. The shimmers racing through her warned her that she teetered on the edge of an approaching orgasm, but Dillon did nothing to push her over and thwarted each attempt she made to touch her clit and relieve this unbelievable pressure.

  He and Ryder both caressed her, avoiding her clit and breasts with a purposefulness that had her kicking and writhing on Dillon’s cock, making the shivers and tingling stronger, keeping her so close to the edge of coming, she wanted to scream.

  Ryder studied her, his eyes darkening with erotic intent.

  “Let’s settle her down a little and bring her back up again. I don’t want her to forget tonight anytime soon.”

  Aghast that they wouldn’t give her the relief she needed, she glared at Ryder.

  “Go away. Leave us alone. Dillon, you’ll let me come, won’t you?”

  She sucked in a breath when Ryder lowered himself to kneel between her legs, not trusting him a bit.

  Holding her gaze, Ryder lowered his head, his grin flashing before he began to blow on her clit.

  The cold air on her clit and folds made her squirm on Dillon’s lap, crying out at the hard cock shifting inside her.

  Frustrated that Dillon’s strong hold stopped her movements, Alison used her inner muscles to squeeze his cock in the hopes of tormenting him as much as they both tormented her.

  “You bastards! Sons of bitches! I swear I’ll get even with you for this.”

  Ryder chuckled and lifted his head, tapping her clit, and grinned when she jolted. “Of that I have no doubt.”

  Dillon patted her thighs, stilling her.

  “Just remember that when you do things to get even, it won’t be long before you find yourself in a situation like this again. I’m getting even for your hardheadedness in not talking about the future. Think about that the next time you tell me you don’t want to talk about it.”

  The cock in her ass seemed to swell, filling her bottom with hardness and heat she continuously had to struggle to adjust to. The rings on her nipples seemed to get tighter and tighter, and her clit felt so swollen and heavy, so alive with awareness that it throbbed with a heartbeat all its own.

  She’d give anything to make this fantasy a reality, but just couldn’t allow herself to believe it would ever be possible.

  “Please. You know, oh, God, you know I might, oh, oh, oh, not be able to come back. Oh, please stop torturing me. Let me come. Please. Please. Please. Just sex. Just this. Oh, God. I never knew I could feel like this.”

  Dillon kissed her hair and moved her on his cock again. “This is only the beginning, baby. Look at Ryder. Ask him real nice if he’ll lick that clit for you.”

  Her pulse leapt at Ryder’s expectant grin, but as much as she wanted it and as forward as she considered herself, she couldn’t say the words. She moved on Dillon, hoping the movement of his cock on her bottom would send her over, but as devastating to her senses as it felt, the tingling of her clit couldn’t be denied.

  Dillon chuckled softly against her ear when she shook her head, moving her on his cock again before tapping her clit.

  “Don’t you want to feel Ryder’s tongue here? I understand he’s very good with that tongue, almost as good as I am.”

  Ryder smiled and raised a brow. “Almost? You’re full of shit. I’m well known for how good I am at eating pussy.” Running his hands up and down her thighs, he licked his lips.

  “I can’t wait to get my mouth on that swollen clit. It’s all red and shiny with your juices.”

  Alison whimpered and could almost feel his mouth there. “Please, Ryder. Please!” She closed her eyes, throwing her head back when Dillon withdrew and started thrusting into her ass with steady precision, his thick fullness going deep with every thrust.

  Ryder tapped her exposed clit, not even looking up when she sobbed. “It looks like a little berry, and I know already just how sweet it is. I’d love to lick all that juice and take it into my mouth. I would suck on it and maybe nibble a little until I got every drop.”

  “Oh, God!” Her clit tingled with the need to have his mouth there, each word like an invisible stroke to the throbbing bundle of nerves that seemed to grow with every thrust of Dillon’s cock. Shaking hard and grateful for Dillon’s firm hold, she sobbed, so overcome with need that tears ran down her cheeks.

  Languid with desire, she couldn’t even get her muscles to obey her enough to move, while inside her heart raced and the sizzles raging through her grew with every breath she took. Past the point of embarrassment, she held on to Dillon the best she could, taking a gulping breath before she could speak.

  “Ryder, do it. Suck my clit. Please. I can’t take any more.”

  Ryder’s hands tightened on her thighs, his warm breath the only warning before he swiped her clit with his tongue.

  Dillon surged deep once again.

  “See, baby? All you had to do was ask.”

  Sliding his hands back around her, he cupped her bottom and lifted and lowered her with increasing speed onto his cock.

  “Now, come so I can feel this tight ass clamp down on me while I’m fucking it.”

  Ryder sucked her clit into his mouth, giving her no choice at all.

  The expert movement of the warm lips and tongue on her clit sent her reeling. Her clit seemed to explode in his mouth, her entire body stiffening with the force of her orgasm.

  She started to cry out, only to have Dillon release her bottom and wrap one arm around her, the other going to her hair and turning her face up for his kiss before she could utter a sound.

  Tangling his hand in her hair, he thrust
deep inside her, his own low groan mingling with her pitiful whimpers as his mouth moved over hers with that possessive hunger she loved so much.

  Unable to stand such pleasure, she wept, her body jerking in spasms. Overcome with sensation, she whimpered, moaning when they eased their torment and her body went limp.

  Dillon lifted his head, his breath warm on her face as he gathered her against him and began to soothe her with long, slow caresses.

  “I swear nothing will happen to you. I won’t let it. Trust us to take care of everything. Can you do that?”

  Alison opened her eyes, shocked at the emotion in Dillon’s.

  It pulled at her, and on impulse, she reached up to touch his face, surprised when he turned his strong jaw into her palm. “I don’t know, Dillon. I want to, but I don’t know if I can. It’s like a dream, and you and Ryder will break my heart if I try to convince myself that this could last.”

  Ryder bent forward to kiss her belly.

  “I guess it’s up to us to convince you otherwise.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  “Are you sure you don’t want any help? I’m a hell of a back scrubber.”

  Moaning at the feel of Ryder’s hand sliding over her bubble-covered breast, Alison opened one eye.

  “That’s not my back.”

  The hand slid lower beneath the surface of the water, and seconds later, devious fingers delved between her delicate folds.

  “I also massage clits. You just lie there and relax while I take care of it. Just ignore me. Pretend I’m not even here.”

  “Fat chance of that. Oh, Ryder!”

  With her clit still sensitized from his attention at the restaurant, it didn’t take long for him to take her to the edge and fling her over.

  Still trembling and struggling to stay above the bubbles, she moved lethargically as he finished washing her, his touch as gentle as Dillon’s.

  She realized with a start that no matter who touched her or how, she’d come to recognize the feel of their hands, their unique scents, and could tell one from the other without even opening her eyes.

  “Is she finished?”