The Devil's Three-Way (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Louisa Neil

  He grasped her waist and pulled her to him, tightening his hold. “The captain is our friend. He’ll make sure we have a good trip. That we’re not bothered by outsiders.”

  “And the rest of the crew, what do they know about you and your past cruises?”

  “Not much. I make sure the crews are rotated every few months, so I only see them occasionally.”

  “You make sure the crew is rotated to other ships. Does that mean you own the cruise line? I didn’t get that impression.”

  “I don’t own it. I do have a piece of it, which gives me perks. Like the best cabin on the boat, best wines, and a captain who knows how to be discreet.”

  “What do you have on him?” Rhia teased.

  “I’ve known Nigel for years, before he became a captain with the line. He likes to think he’s a ladies’ man and always in charge. And he is, for appearances’ sake. But when I’m on board, let’s just say he makes sure I’m kept happy any way I want.”

  “Then take me to your cabin and fuck me.” In that instant, she decided to take advantage of Donovan’s offer. What was the worst that could happen? If they weren’t compatible, she’d go back to her cabin. Besides, it had been a long time since she’d gotten laid. It was hard to keep relationships going when she could sense the man’s motives. Beyond her job schedule, the men she met didn’t hold her interest for more than a date or two.

  Donovan did interest her in more ways than just sex, and she decided not to count them at the moment. She sensed this man would be creative and that he truly wanted to be with her, beyond just sex. Although that’s what he offered her, she wasn’t sure he realized himself at the moment they might be more together. She didn’t offer him her intuition of their future yet. To her, it was still a bit confusing and frightening that she was willing to trust this stranger. Rhia knew he’d have to be the one to extend their time past the week’s cruise. No matter what happened, she was prepared for a vacation like never before.

  For just this one time in her life, she wanted to take a chance and not do the responsible things assumed of her. What the hell, sex was sex, and she was horny.

  “Blunt. I like a woman who knows what she wants.” Donovan reached for her hand and escorted her from the dining area. She followed him through the halls to a doorway she thought was off-limits to passengers. She noted there were three rooms once they were locked behind the private doorway. “My cabin is the middle one.”

  The door wasn’t locked, and he opened it to the most opulent suite she’d ever seen. Beyond the magnificent view, the room was large and decorated with beautiful fabrics and soothing colors, all shades of gold and white. “It’s beautiful,” she managed, walking to the glass wall and looking out to the dark ocean. Tossing her small purse on a bureau top, she turned to look at him, noting he’d left the lighting low. “Now what?”

  Chapter Two

  “Now I’ll make you forget all your troubles.” He strode across the room and dropped to his knees before her. His hands slid down her legs and back up under her skirt. On the next pass down, he drew her panties with him, letting them drop to the floor. He held her while she lifted each foot and kicked them aside. As soon as she was balanced, he pushed her legs wider apart and pulled her skirt up. His lips made contact with her clit, and she found a new kind of heaven, one she’d never known existed in real life, at least not her life, until now. The way he licked and sucked her was beyond intimate. It was as if he took her pleasure as his mission to accomplish, to make her come. And he did, more than once.

  Through their evening, he’d licked and fingered her until she came. Eventually they started to lose their clothing between kisses and licks. When he dropped his pants, she groaned aloud. “Christ, you’re huge. I’ve never seen a man so well endowed.” She watched him stroke it with his own hand, up and back while it grew longer and harder. “I’m not sure I can get my lips around you.” She used her hands to stroke him and paused when she saw the tattoo on the underside of his cock.

  “Try,” he said without hesitation and took a step closer to her where she sat on the edge of the bed. He was at a perfect height, and all she had to do was lean forward to lick his cockhead. When she did, he surged forward. She lapped at the droplet of pre-cum her motions produced and tried again. This time she became bolder, swirling her tongue over and around the tip of his cock. Before long, she was wrapping her lips around his shaft, taking more and more of his length. She paused and used her hand to fist him while she ran her other hand along his chest and belly.

  “I’ve never seen a cock with a tattoo on it. Didn’t it hurt?” She lapped at his tip before leaning back to look at him. Her fingers continued to tease him, and the hand wrapped around his cock never paused.

  “Pain is mind over matter most times. I chose to do this. I knew what it entailed.”

  She lowered herself to the floor to get a better look at the ink on the underside of his cock. At closer inspection, she realized it was a pitchfork rising from flames at the base of it. Using her fist around him, she became wide-eyed as his cock grew, and the length of the pitchfork grew. He kept his pubic hair trimmed close, so she could see the flames lapping at the sides growing upward. For whatever reason, it made her cock-crazy, and she swallowed as much of his length as she could, continuing until she had her lips buried at his base. Sitting back on her heels, she kept inspecting him. “I don’t want to know how much that hurt, but it is striking.”

  “Go ahead, Rhia. Ask what you want to know. ”

  “Did a man or woman tattoo you?”

  “I have a male friend who’s an artist. I wanted to make sure that he got the design right. This isn’t something you can easily have redone.”

  She grasped him like a handle, looking at the ink from different directions. “Wasn’t it awkward to have another man holding your cock?”

  He shook his head no. “Once you decide to do it, you want the best artist working on you, and in my case, lust wasn’t a factor. I needed to keep the erection so the design would be even.”

  “So how do you keep an erection when a man’s got a needle in his hand pushing it into your penis? I don’t think I could do that anywhere on my body.”

  “First, it was a private session. The shop was closed, and we put in a few films for background. Honestly, at one point, he left to jerk off so he could continue to concentrate.”

  “No young woman by your side to keep you erect?”

  “I thought about it, but I knew I wanted this to be a serious moment, not just an excuse for sex.”

  “What kinds of reactions do you get from other women the first time they see it?” She continued to fondle him, absorbed in his artwork.

  “Most just like to see the flames get longer…” He held back his laugh for a few seconds before finally smiling and laughing.

  “All right, I deserved that comment.” She spread her lips over his cockhead and licked at the droplet of pre-cum her attentions prompted. “You do have an amazing cock, Donovan, but you knew that, or you wouldn’t have chosen a devil’s pitchfork with flames lapping up your length.”

  “It was more of a private joke.” He gritted his teeth when she let hers scrape along his skin. “Maybe someday I’ll tell you about it.”

  “Maybe. For now I just want to suck you until you come for me.”

  Rhia wasn’t virginal, but Donovan was a different experience for her. He ran his hands through her hair and pulled her up to kiss his lips while he used his hands all over her body. Soon she was naked, splayed out on his bed, and watching him stroke his cock while he unrolled the condom over it. It was the smile on his face that made her wonder what he had in mind.

  Donovan had come to lie over her, his cock nudging at her entrance. Rhia had pulled her knees up and let them fall wide to the sides, giving him access to her. He kissed her lips and neck, working his way down to her breasts, using both hands to pinch them, rolling her nipples between his fingers before capturing them between his teeth. With a light bite, h
e pushed his cock in her pussy. He was the largest she’d ever had, and he took his time stretching her to accommodate his girth.

  “Fuck me, Donovan. You’re being so gentle. I don’t want that. I want sex, all-out unabashed sex. Fuck me until we both come.”

  “Don’t you want to be romanced,” he teased, nipping at her breast.

  “Next time. Right now I need to be satisfied.” On several levels, she decided if any man could make her come, it would be Donovan. What he did was different from her past lovers. This man actually seemed to enjoy the time he spent arousing her. Most men seemed to try and get past the basics until they could maneuver her to suck them off. Donovan wasn’t in a hurry to get to his pleasure.

  “Never argue with a lady who knows what she wants.” He rose up on his knees and pulled her legs higher onto his thighs, pushing his cock inside her until their bodies were rubbing against each other. With each small movement, his crotch would rub her clit as his cock stretched her pussy. Then he captured her breasts with his hands and began to pump them in rhythm with his thrusts. He was the best lay she’d ever had. She came several times during their interlude. The first was when he was licking and fingering her at the start. The second time, she came when he bit her nipples and fondled her breasts while rubbing against her clit. She came almost instantly as soon as he thrust his cock deep inside her. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he pulled abruptly from her body. His large hands wrapped around her waist and turned her over, belly down on the bed.

  His cock slid easily back into her pussy. The new position made him feel larger inside her, and she groaned. “Rub you pussy for me, Rhiannon. Rub it so I can feel your fingers against my balls while I fuck you.”

  She did as he asked and felt him surge fuller inside her. Just when she was about to come, he pulled from her. This time he pulled her upward and tucked several pillows under her hips before letting her relax back onto the bed. It left her exposed and available and gave her a thrill like never before. Donovan held her hips in place and moved behind her, licking her pussy and sliding upward to her anus. He repeated the motion, making her pussy more wet and creamy than she’d ever felt. When he pushed is cock back in her pussy, she came, pinpoint lights flashing on her closed eyelids. Her breath was out of pattern, and her body was in a complete sweat.

  Then he did the one thing she never expected. He leaned forward and kissed the scar on her shoulder where the bullet had lodged after the murderous suspect shot her. She’d always known she would carry the mark for life, but she never believed any man would embrace the scar. As he licked at her tender skin, he continued to thrust within her.

  “Damn it, Rhia, if you keep pulsing like that you’ll make me come.”

  “Then come. My pussy is flexing on its own, trying to pull you deeper.”

  “Damn it,” he swore one last time and pulled from her. She felt him behind her, and from her peripheral vision, she saw him toss the used protection toward the wastebasket in the corner. Then he pumped his cock until he came on her ass. Immediately, he dropped down and began to lick his cum from her ass, using his fingers to spread it on her and in her.

  Using it as a lubricant, his fingers easily slid into her pussy. Then he pushed his thumb in her anus, and she quaked under the move. He pulled out, used more cum to wet his fingers, and replaced them in both her holes. Rhia knew her body was trembling beyond anything she’d know when he had two fingers in her anus and pushed a third beside it. That was it. Her body shook and went still. She was done, sated like never before.

  Donovan gently moved from behind her and dropped on the bed beside her. “Stay here. I’ll get us something to drink.”

  “I couldn’t move if you paid me,” she teased but meant it completely. She’d never felt so relaxed and complete. He returned quickly with a bottle of sparkling water, handing it to her to sip. They traded it back and forth several times while he lay beside her.

  “What else can I do for you?”

  “What haven’t you done for me?” she asked, not expecting an answer.

  “I can make you feel better. I can make you come again.”

  “How?”

  “Relax and don’t overthink anything. Let your mind go blank.”

  Rhia was trying to do just that. She watched him stand and retrieve a second condom from the bedside table, moving behind her. Figuring he’d fuck her again, she was willing to accept his cock. He still had her propped on the pillows. She didn’t look behind her, just closed her eyes and felt. She felt him playing with both her holes. Felt him push in her pussy several times, and she felt him pull from her, grasping her hips as he pushed his cock in her anus.

  In the relaxed state she was in, there was no pain, only a need for him to push deeper and harder, faster to soothe the ache he created. She was willing to give him her whole body without regrets. She’d heard of shipboard romances but never thought she’d become one. Now this amazing man was fucking her ass, and she was in a newfound heaven. “This could become habit forming.” It was her last clear memory before she gave herself over to the stirrings within her. He’d pulled her up onto her knees and thrust deeper from behind.

  “Rhia, come for me. Make me come.”

  “How?”

  “Finger your pussy, rub your clit, pinch your tits, any of them or all of them.”

  She reached to her breast and pulled on her nipple until it got harder. Her body shook, and she felt him pushing deeper in her ass. “You just surged inside me. What if I do this…” She reached down, rubbing her clit and letting the tips of her fingers graze against his balls. He throbbed fuller and wider inside her. “More,” she whispered.

  “Keep rubbing your pussy,” he told her, using his hand to move her arm, starting the motion under her. “Keep rubbing your clit while I fuck your butt, and we’ll both come.”

  Rhia didn’t ask any more questions. She accepted his cock in her body and rode with him as he found that special, sensitive spot deep inside her body no man had ever reached before.

  “Slip your fingers in your pussy. I’ll be able to feel them.” He shifted his weight a bit, and she moved her hand so she could fit two fingers in her pussy. Then he pulled her closer to his chest, and her fingers slid deeper within her pussy. “Feel the difference? I can.” His movements quickened. “Oh, God, that’s amazing. Don’t stop.” She noted his words came out in a panting rhythm, his breath as uneven as hers. “Don’t stop, Rhia, not now. It’s too late to stop. Do it. Make me come like never before.”

  “Spoil me so no other man can compare to your memory.”

  Donovan continued to fuck her butt while she fingered her pussy. Originally, she’d thought she was doing this last round to satisfy him, but in reality she was hotter than before. She tried to picture what they looked like. She was spread wide, using the bank of pillows to balance against, with one hand fingering her pussy. He was behind her, fucking her ass. When she felt him still pushing deeper, she pushed a third finger in her pussy and came. Her muscles tightened around her fingers and his cock. He came with a loud groan, letting his weight ease down over her back.

  “That was amazing.” Rhia could hardly breathe. It felt like when her lung had collapsed during the fight with her criminal. But this time she held no fear it was a lasting problem, just her body reacting in the aftermath of repeated orgasms.

  “That was just the beginning.” He rolled to the side, disposed of the used condom, and pulled her off the pillows and onto his chest. “Are you ready for seconds?”

  “Seconds?” she teased, “I’ve had at least four, no, five orgasms. I’m exhausted, but in a good way.” They were quiet for a bit. Donovan held her tight to him with his arm wrapped around her waist. She broke the silence between them. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Of course.”

  “How could you touch my scar? It’s horrible, yet you kissed it.”

  “I consider it your badge of honor. It’s just a mark on your skin, Rhia. I don’t see it as ho
rrible. The only thing I think was horrible was that you had to go through it.”

  “I hate that I’ve been left visibly marked by that madman.”

  “It’s your choice, of course, but why not turn it into something else?”

  “Such as? I don’t follow your line of thinking.”

  “Perhaps you could tattoo over it, turn it into something you’d be proud to show off.”

  “I’ve never had a tattoo. Hell, just getting through the surgery was enough.”

  “Just something to think about. It’s not like you’re going to get it done tonight. Besides, I’m a true believer in thinking through all the aspects of a tattoo. I understand it’s painful to have them removed.”

  “I’m getting queasy just thinking about letting a stranger put more needles in me.”

  “Forget about it for now. File it away, and maybe one day you’ll revisit the idea. But you should know I don’t find it offensive. As I said earlier, I see it as a badge of courage, for what you went through to put that scum away.” He fell quiet, dropping the subject. But for Rhia, she knew he’d planted the seed in her mind. Now she’d have to decide what she would rather wear, the scar or a tattoo. She’d worry about it later. Right now she had this amazing man who made her come like never before. Her empty stomach grumbled, and she laughed.

  “Can I ask you something else?”

  He tightened his arm around her and brought his free hand to her pussy, stroking her lips with his fingers. “Go ahead.”

  “Do you have any food in this cabin? I’m sated like never before, and I’m starved!”

  “Women. You’re all the same. Give them an orgasm or two and the next thing they want is food.”

  “I guess I’m just typical that way.”

  “Lady, you aren’t typical in any way.” He released his grasp on her, and she was instantly sorry she said anything. “What you are is the embodiment of your full name, Rhiannon. You truly are a witch, as your name suggests. You’ve managed to bewitch me, and I’m the devil, not swayed easily. Until tonight.”