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

by Leah Brooke

  Clamping down on his finger also tightened her ass on the plug, making both openings feel even fuller.

  She whimpered as her body continued to gather, gripping Dillon’s forearm and leaning into him for support.

  “Dillon, why won’t you let me play? I want to suck your cock the way you showed me. I love it when you get all masterful and put your hands in my hair.”

  Hiding a smile at his sharp intake of breath, she ran a hand up to his shoulder.

  “I love that deep voice you use when you tell me what to do.” Closing her legs to slow Ryder’s strokes, she struggled to keep her voice steady.

  Leaning back to look up into Dillon’s eyes, she touched her lips to his in a soft kiss and slid her hands into his hair, pressing against him. Thrilling at the way his body stiffened and the flare of heat in his eyes, she smiled flirtatiously, loving her feminine power over them.

  “It’s very sexy.” She swallowed back a moan when Ryder withdrew from her, circling her clit with his thumb before straightening.

  Dillon’s eyes narrowed. “Is that a fact?”

  Ryder brought the truck to a stop at the bottom of the stairs and threw it into park before turning off the ignition and reaching under her skirt again. “What about me? You think I’m not sexy because I went all soft on you, right? Well, little girl, don’t make the mistake of thinking I can’t give you a fucking you won’t soon forget.”

  The vehemence in his tone made her laugh, her laughter being cut short when Dillon opened the truck door and slid out with her, wrapping her legs around his hips before striding up the stairs to the apartment.

  Looking over his shoulder at Ryder, she grinned, sucking in a breath when Dillon’s hand settled on her bottom, pushing against the plug.

  Every step he took rubbed her clit against his flat belly and moved the plug inside her. Hell, just going up the stairs had her teetering on the edge.

  “Oh, God. I’m going to come.”

  Dillon’s strides never slowed as he carried her through the door and straight to the bedroom. “That you are. And then I’m gonna feel that smart mouth on my cock while Ryder fucks you senseless.”

  Before she could blink, she found herself flat on her back on the bed, her skirt pushed high out of the way, and Dillon’s face buried between her thighs.

  With his hands beneath her bottom, he lifted her to his mouth, using his thumbs to press against the plug that seemed to swell inside her.

  His firm grip kept her in place for the most incredible onslaught, one that stole her breath with its erotic torment. He used his lips and tongue on her without mercy, taking her to the brink and throwing her over with speed and efficiency that left her stunned.

  She kicked and tried to close her legs against him, the raw pleasure he forced on her too intense to bear. “Holy hell! Dillon, oh, God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God!”

  Ryder sat beside her, already naked.

  “Stop showing off. I like to play with her a little. I gotta admit, though, I like those sounds she makes.”

  Dillon didn’t even slow down, flinging her over the edge and leaving her scrambling to hold on to something solid as the waves inside her tossed her over and over.

  Her cries eventually became whimpers, and it wasn’t long before she realized the futility of struggling, and she stopped fighting him altogether, giving herself over to whatever he wanted to do to her. She no longer had the energy anyway.

  Raising his head, he pushed at the plug, sending another jolt of searing pleasure through her and forcing another whimpered cry from her, one so weak and pathetic it didn’t even sound like her.

  In contrast, Dillon’s voice sounded deeper and more authoritative than ever. “And sometimes she needs to learn who’s in charge.”

  Alison trembled helplessly, so lethargic she reached for Ryder and missed. “Oh, God. I can’t move.”

  Ryder slid off the bed and stood between her thighs, his eyes glittering with promise as he rolled on a condom.

  “You will, darlin’. You will.”

  He thrust deep inside her and stilled, his big hands holding her hips steady.

  Dillon moved to the other side of the bed and leaned over her, touching the head of his cock to her lips.

  “Open those lips for me, Alison. Right now.”

  He used the same tone he’d used in the diner, and she reacted in the same way, obeying his command and opening her mouth immediately.

  Reveling in his taste, she raised her arms to grip his hips, digging her fingers into his thighs so they didn’t fall. She thrilled at the feel of the hard muscles in his thighs, lifting her breasts in invitation while clenching on Ryder’s cock.

  Ryder’s groan was followed by a small chuckle.

  “That pussy’s clamping down on me already. Don’t worry, darlin’. I’m gonna fuck you hard. Watching you suck Dillon’s cock and feeling this wet pussy all around me is driving me wild. That plug in your ass is making you even tighter. Damn, Dillon. Fuck her mouth good. She’s been a brat tonight.”

  He slowly withdrew and thrust into her again, filling her with his heat and making the plug in her ass shift.

  “Yeah, that plug moves when I do, doesn’t it, Ally? Feels like you’re taking two cocks at once.”

  “Three.” Dillon put his hands over her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “Suck, Alison. Let’s put that smart mouth to good use. Let’s see how loud you can scream with your mouth full of cock.”

  Filled in every opening, Alison dug her nails into Dillon’s thighs and hung on, her body quivering under their hands. Weakened from her orgasm, she whimpered every time Ryder’s thrust caused any kind of friction on her too-sensitized clit.

  Their arrogance got to her, and she wanted to do whatever she could to shake some of that control.

  With Dillon over her, she couldn’t use her tongue on the underside of his cock the way she wanted to, and the lack of ability to tease him frustrated her. She did the only thing she could. She sucked harder, taking him as far as he would allow, his slow, shallow strokes into her mouth making it impossible to take him as deep as she wanted to.

  Her mouth stretched wide to accommodate him, and still she couldn’t take much more than the head of his cock inside.

  Ryder began thrusting in earnest, the friction of his cock over the sensitive inner walls and the movement of the plug in her ass dominating her senses.

  Without realizing it, she’d stopped sucking Dillon, holding his cock in her mouth, the waves of pleasure from being fucked by Ryder making her forget everything else.

  Dillon’s fingers tightened on her nipples, sending amazing arrows of heat to her slit, and made her already aching clit throb.

  “Spank her clit.”

  She froze at the threat, her body stiffening a split second before a sharp slap landed on the delicate bundle of nerves. The slap sent her senses reeling, the sharp sting lasting only a second or two before giving way to a sizzling heat that made her clit swell, the tingling so intense, she wondered briefly if she was coming.

  Her clit tingled so much, she just couldn’t tell anymore.

  Ryder laughed softly. “Oh, yeah. I can’t wait to watch her come just from having her pussy spanked.”

  Dillon released her nipple, the blood rushing back into it causing another thrilling surge. “Don’t you dare stop sucking. I don’t give a damn what Ryder does, you keep that mouth moving.”

  Shivering at that deep, dominant tone she loved so much, Alison wanted desperately to submit without hesitation, but something inside her demanded that she push both of them past the point of their control.

  She started sucking Dillon harder, hoping to wrest some of that control from him, while clenching on Ryder’s cock that thrust with smooth precision into her.

  Neither worked out quite the way she’d planned.

  The harder she sucked Dillon, the more dominating his demeanor became.

  “That’s a good girl. Open those lips wide. No, you don�
�t. Keep those hands where they are.”

  Ryder readjusted his hold, allowing him to push at the base of the plug and slide a thumb over her clit with every stroke.

  “She’s trying to play with your balls, and she’s fucking clamping down on me so hard, I’m about to explode. If I go, darlin’, I’m taking you with me.”

  Caught up in the passion, Alison worked her mouth over Dillon’s cock, lifting herself against him as the pleasure in her slit burst free.

  Her pussy, ass, and clit all seemed to catch fire at once as the immense pressure burst. Wave after wave of absolute bliss washed over her, her body bowing and going stiff at the enormous pleasure.

  Through it and their unwavering dominance, their affection and tenderness never faltered.

  With a curse, Dillon withdrew from her mouth and moved to the bed beside her, running his hands up and down her body and crooning to her.

  “That’s my girl. Look how beautiful you are. No, baby. Don’t move that way.”

  A strong hand settled on her belly, keeping her from lifting higher into Ryder’s thrusts.

  Her eyes popped open, a long, pitiful cry escaping from her when Ryder thrust his cock deep and held it there, at the same time gripping the base of the plug and pulling it from her ass.

  Astounded at the rush of sensation, she stared into Dillon’s watchful eyes, whimpering as she came, a slow rush of heat on her already battered system. The finger he placed over her clit kept the massive waves of pleasure going on and on until her vision blurred and her body went limp, the mewing sounds that escaped coming out ragged and weak.

  Struggling to draw enough breath in her lungs, she heard Ryder saying something to Dillon, something she couldn’t make out, and Dillon’s rough tone as he answered.

  “I know.”

  Reaching up, she touched his cheek, moaning as Ryder’s cock slid free.

  “Holy hell.”

  Dillon smiled indulgently. “We’ll take that as a compliment.”

  She slid her hands through Ryder’s hair as he bent to kiss her belly, frowning and trying to keep her eyes open.

  “But you didn’t come.”

  Dillon’s smile broadened. “You owe me one.” Bending, he kissed her softly. Lifting his head, he searched her features.

  “Ryder and I can take care of you, Alison, in every way. Never doubt that. If you belonged to us, we’d spend the rest of our lives keeping you safe and happy. I don’t know how else to prove it to you.”

  She glanced at Ryder as he slid up to lie on her other side, nearly purring at the soft caresses from both men.

  “You spanked me.”

  Dillon nodded once. “And I’m sure I will again. It’s all part of the package. We’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy, but we’ll also do whatever it takes to keep you safe and to make this relationship work. It won’t always be easy, but I’ve seen the results. It’s worth it.”

  Alison looked away. “But the trial—”

  Dillon sighed and stood.

  “I’ll be glad when this fucking trial is over. I’m sick and tired of it hanging over our heads. Until it’s over, I won’t even know if I’m wasting my time or not.”

  Alison jumped when he went out the door, slamming it behind him, and turned to meet Ryder’s searching look.

  “Are you mad at me, too? You know I might go to jail. How the hell do you expect me to make plans for the future when I don’t even know if I have one?”

  Gathering her close, Ryder kissed the top of her head.

  “We’ve already told you it’ll work out. Your attorney has everything he needs to make sure nothing happens. Ace and the others…”

  Alison sat up. “Ace and the others what?”

  Ryder stood and gathered his clothes.

  “All we’re asking for is a sign of a little trust, Ally. We’ve pretty much laid our cards on the table, but you keep yours hidden. We know your past and have tried to show you we’re nothing like that bastard. We know you like the sex, but you won’t give anything else.”

  He laughed humorlessly. “Christ, I’m a sap just like the others. Go take your bath, Ally. Until you’re ready to give us some answers, there doesn’t seem to be anything left to say.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  The darkness had always been his friend, but never more so than now.

  But for a different reason.

  Ryder lifted his head, waiting breathlessly as Alison turned toward him and snuggled against his side before he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her even closer. He waited, smiling when she worked her foot across his leg and, as he did each night, lifted the edge of the blanket so she could put her foot out.

  The first couple of times, she’d kneed him in the groin in her sleep while attempting to free her foot, and he’d learned to lift the edge of the blanket to make it easier for her. He waited for her to settle, which she did almost immediately, before dropping his head back to the pillow.

  He’d always loved the rhythm of the night. The erotic hungers in him always seemed more appropriate for the darkness.

  Wicked pleasures he fantasized about during the day, a part of him since he’d sunk his cock into his first woman, seemed better suited to the veil of darkness.

  Living in Desire and being a frequent visitor to the men’s club afforded him opportunities to give full rein to his desires, opportunities he’d taken full advantage of and had no plans to ever give up.

  He smiled as Alison moved her leg over his and cuddled closer. If anyone had told him a month ago that he’d gladly give all of that up for a woman, one woman to cuddle against him at night, he would have told them that they were nuts.

  And yet here he was, using the darkness to hide his feelings from the one woman who could break his heart in two.

  She was so shy in some ways, brazen and forthright in others. Her curiosity about the town, about ménage relationships, about sex amused and delighted him. She asked questions, but in a careful way so as not to hurt anyone’s feelings, while the look in her eyes said she thought they all had a screw loose.

  He couldn’t blame her, especially since, at one time, he’d thought the same thing.

  Until he’d seen it with his own eyes.

  Those who’d found their women appeared to be happier than he’d ever seen them. Not once had he seen or heard of any of them coming into the club to get laid anymore, or to complain about being tied down.

  No, whenever they came to the club, they mostly stared out the window, waiting for the women to emerge from the women’s club.

  Instead of that, he’d been staring through a hole in the back wall.

  Sap.

  Taking a deep breath, he inadvertently tightened his hold on Ally, loosening it when she moaned in her sleep.

  If he and Dillon hadn’t been there with Ace that day…no, he didn’t want to think about that tonight. He’d spent enough time reliving the horror of not knowing where she was or if she’d been hurt.

  Those had been the longest minutes of his life.

  Seeing her in Beau’s arms had filled him with a violent rage he hadn’t felt in a long time, and he knew then and there, Ally would play a big part in his life.

  Of course, as luck would have it, not only had he found a woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, a woman who seem to revel in every erotic demand they made of her, but other than sex, she kept her distance, not even wanting to talk about a future.

  As though reading his thoughts, Dillon sighed beside her and spoke in a whispered tone.

  “What if we take the sex out of the equation?”

  Ryder lifted his head and turned, careful not to jar Ally. “What do you mean?”

  He could almost hear Dillon’s jaw clench.

  “She’s probably convinced herself that it’s only sex between us. If we take that out, she’s gonna have no choice but to see the rest.”

  “Fuck.”

  Knowing his friend was right, Ryder dropped back on the pillow, resigned to spe
nding the next several days with a woman who turned him inside out and unable to touch her.

  “You’re right. There’s no other way.”

  Fate sure as hell had to be a woman.

  * * * *

  The first sign that something had changed hit Alison as soon as she came out of the shower.

  Since moving in, every time she’d come out of the shower, one of them had been waiting for her. Sometimes they’d been in the middle of shaving, sometimes brushing their teeth, sometimes just leaning against the wall waiting for her to come out so they could dry her.

  This time when she flung the shower curtain aside, it was to find the bathroom empty.

  Reaching for the towel, she listened for any sound, smiling in anticipation. Hurriedly drying herself, she raced to the bedroom, expecting to see one or both of them lying in wait for her.

  The bedroom stood empty.

  The only sounds came from the kitchen.

  Hiding her disappointment, she rushed to get dressed and ran out to the kitchen, surprised to see Dillon scrambling eggs and Ryder sitting at the table sipping coffee.

  Confused, she stepped into the small room, looking from one to the other. “Good morning.”

  Dillon, who’d turned from the stove when she came in, smiled. “Good morning, Alison. Come here and give me a kiss. Your eggs are ready.”

  Relieved, she cuddled against him, lifting her face for his kiss.

  With a hand in her hair, he brushed his lips against hers and handed her a plate, ignoring her frown. “Sit down and I’ll get you some juice and coffee.”

  Ryder stood. “I’ll get it.”

  Pushing her eggs around on her plate, she watched both men as they moved around the kitchen, unable to stop admiring them even while wondering what the hell was going on.

  Each moved with a gracefulness, every movement smooth and controlled, much like the way they both moved during sex.