Believing in Mellie [Men of McKenna Downs 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Zoey Marcel

  Cool rubber clamped on to first one stiff nipple and then the other. Someone’s fingers, probably Jake’s, adjusted something metal on the clamp and the vise tightened around her erect nub. They were nipple clamps apparently.

  “Is that too tight, baby?” Jake asked.

  “No.” She almost called him Sir until she recalled that he wasn’t a Dom and didn’t want to be referred to as such.

  She lost her breath when Hunter bathed every inch of her throat with his hot, slippery tongue.

  Emmett moved the racy wand to her inner thighs, making her pussy clench with anticipation.

  Jake tightened the other clamp on her right nipple. “All good, Mellie?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  She couldn’t think straight with the clips closing in around her tits, Diego’s tongue teasing the inside edges of her labia as he worked slowly toward her tingling vulva while Hunter licked her neck all over and sucked on her throat, making her pulse erratic with wildness. Then, too the way Emmett massaged her inner thighs with the wand had the juices dribbling gradually down her thighs.

  “You look so beautiful, honey,” Jake praised her.

  “Thank you.”

  “She does,” Hunter agreed in a low growl.

  It felt so trusting to have her head tilted back while he sucked her neck so close to her pulse and jugular. He was extremely close to something so vital and she trusted him enough not to hurt her.

  She could almost hear the hallelujah chorus being sung by a choir of angels when Diego’s tormenting tongue finally swerved down into her vulva. She balled her hands to keep from grabbing him by the head and screaming “Get me off now, damn it!” Certainly she reveled in this sensual teasing, but right now they had her so horny she wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take.

  Emmett held the head of the vibrating toy against her perineum and it had her anus tingly and compliant as he eased another inch of the plug into her back entry.

  Jake wiggled the nipple clamps, but they didn’t hurt. She found the mild discomfort they caused enjoyable.

  Diego’s tongue flirted with her inner sex lips, coaxing them to open and let him sample their moistness. Her pussy wept erotic tears that he cleared away in a warm, humid sweep. He licked over her hole repeatedly until her vagina opened wider for him in invitation. He rimmed the entrance with his tongue, but he wouldn’t let her take control.

  He started to lave her clitoris and she forgave his denial to her pussy.

  “You don’t come until that plug is all the way inside you,” Diego reminded her.

  She whined, growing wetter when his sexy chortle sizzled against her mound.

  Emmett had the wand perched just below her anus. “Take it all, Melanie. Do the clamps hurt?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Jake, tighten them.”

  “I don’t want to hurt her.” Jake adjusted the clips.

  “She’ll survive,” Emmett said carelessly. “She has a decent pain tolerance.”

  “I can’t wait to be inside you, angel.” Hunter kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear, sending a thrilling shiver through her.

  “The wand is too much back there,” she complained. “It feels too good.”

  “That’s unfortunate,” Emmett quipped. “When you take the plug in completely, I’ll stop and you can come.”

  Mellie willed her anal ring to lighten up so the plug could advance.

  Jake flicked his finger against the clamps, making them tug on her nipples while Diego continued to torture her clit.

  Hunter gently lifted her hair off the back of her neck, causing a delicious wave of chills to skitter through her. When he breathed a warm trail of kisses down her nape it raised goose bumps on her breasts and made her trapped nipples firm all the more.

  Emmett pushed the anal plug deeper until it popped past her sphincter and filled her up inside. He moved the wand as promised, and Diego tongued her clit furiously until she came hard from it. A chilly sensation enveloped her like a blanket of frost when Hunter dragged his tongue up the back of her neck. The arousing chill was the stark opposite of the inferno of release that scalded her with its erotic heat wave.

  “Good little submissive,” Diego cooed against her overheated mons.

  She shuddered with delight when he kissed her pussy before standing.

  “Let’s get her on the bed,” Emmett decided.

  Still closed off from sight by the blindfold, Mellie trusted her men as they led her to the bed. She didn’t know whose bed it was, but it felt enormous. She was laid on her back and her legs were spread.

  “It’s too soon. I just came.”

  “Shh,” Emmett shushed from beside her.

  “I want to taste you, honey.” Jake sounded like he sat between her legs.

  His hairy thighs against her smooth legs told her he at least had his pants off, but he was probably naked. Maybe they all were. The thought nearly made her swoon.

  “You don’t really want to deny me, do you?” He kissed a sweltering path of sin up her left inner thigh. “I’m your prince, baby. You told me I was.”

  A flood of slick heat poured into her folds. Her pulsating cunt decided it definitely needed his mouth on her. A subdued cry wrung from her throat when Jake’s lips covered her pussy with featherlight kisses.

  “Don’t you want my mouth on you, Mellie?” His smoking whisper inflamed her slit.

  “I do. Please.”

  She arched her hips a bit in invitation, knowing he would let her get away with taking control from time to time. The freedom of a vanilla lover was as addicting as the helpless feeling of being controlled by a kinky partner.

  Jake went down on her, making her writhe and moan.

  Emmett was on her left side, tweaking the clamp in a far more aggressive manner than Jake had. It caused a slight edge of pain, but nothing intolerable.

  Hunter was on her right caressing the side of her breast with the backs of his fingers. He occasionally wiggled the clip for stimulation, but the discomfort the clamp caused was minimal.

  She knew where they were because they all smelled different, but all four men’s colognes were intoxicating.

  It felt like Diego rubbed her feet.

  There were so many sensations coming from all different angles. It was difficult to focus on any one stimulation at a time, but they all worked together to create a sexual feeling that was out of this world. The warm, protected feeling that came over her felt like an Eden where she was cared for.

  Simultaneously the fever pitch they subjected her to felt like a playgirl fantasy come true. Having four men at once was sheer bliss, but to have three of them love her back as much as they wanted her body felt like heaven on earth.

  A tattered cry skated from Mellie when Jake brought her to orgasm with his mouth. The other men’s hands on her body only added to the sinful pleasure. While the shockwaves of ecstasy still rippled through her Emmett removed both clamps from her nipples. She made a face as the blood rushed back into her formerly constricted breast tips.

  Hunter soothed away the discomfort with his hand. Emmett roughly squished her other tit to get the blood flowing back into the area.

  Jake licked his lips like he found her tasty and then wiped his mouth off on the back of his arm from what she could see through the blindfold that had moved slightly. “I’ll never get tired of that. You taste so good, baby. I love seeing you come.”

  She smiled. “Well, I love coming for you.”

  Hunter winked at her and readjusted the blindfold. “I see you peeking there. Let me just fix this.”

  She went blind again. “Can I take the blindfold off now?”

  “No,” Emmett said curtly. “Jake, move.”

  Jake made a cat hiss at his brother. The way the mattress rose slightly from where he’d been and the subtle sound of joints cracking with movement told her he got up and moved.

  Someone, probably Emmett, flipped her over onto her stomach. The linen sheets felt wonderful against her
bare skin. She liked that they’d thrown back the covers so she could feel the exquisite linens against her naked body, but she didn’t want to make a mess on the sheets of whichever man’s bed this was.

  “Shouldn’t you put a towel down?” she asked.

  “No, Melanie,” Diego replied. “We want you to make a mess…all over Greyson’s sheets.”

  “What?” she shrieked.

  A hand pushed her back down when she tried to get up in panic. Emmett’s voice hovered over her. “That’s right, gorgeous. You’re lying naked in Greyson’s bed.”

  “Is he in here?”

  “No. He’s taking care of business in town,” Hunter informed her.

  “Oh god, he’ll be so mad if he walks in here.”

  Emmett pressed her down harder into the mattress when she tried again to rise. “You’re not going anywhere, Melanie. Not until you’ve come hard all over his sheets and we’ve fucked all the strength out of you in his bed.”

  She gasped trying to sound scandalized by their intentions, but for as shocked as she was, the thought of fooling around in a forbidden bed made her wetter.

  “It’s no use pretending you don’t want him,” Emmett taunted, sliding his hand under her to cup her weeping pussy. “I can see plainly that you do.”

  “I don’t want him.”

  She cringed, already knowing he would spank her for the lie. Two spanks surprised her.

  “That’s for lying and the other one is for forgetting to call me something.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t like Greyson.”

  “But you’re attracted to him.” It wasn’t a question.

  “Maybe a little, Sir.” She went breathless when his finger swiped through her dampness.

  “More than a little. I’m going to rub this little clit to orgasm and you’re going to imagine he’s here with you. Keep your face buried in his pillow.”

  An unexpected spark of fear and desire shot through her when he pressed her head down into the pillow, practically smothering her. Greyson’s scent flooded her lungs. The clean fragrance of his shampooed and conditioned hair lingered on the pillowcase. She turned her face when Emmett let go of her head so she could breathe better.

  Greyson’s cologne was faint but unmistakable as was his clean soap and good leather scent. He smelled manly and amazing. Too bad he was an overbearing asshole who didn’t want her to be with his brothers.

  “Can you smell him, Melanie?” Emmett asked as he fingered her genitals.

  “Yeah,” she said shyly.

  “Pretend it’s him with you in this bed touching you. Mmm, you got wetter when I said that.”

  Mellie blushed. “I’m picturing you, Sir. I won’t picture him.”

  Emmett slapped her on the ass. “I’m giving you permission to imagine him touching you and bringing you to orgasm right before he fucks you.”

  She gasped when he shoved his finger into her channel and thrust into her while tickling her clitoris.

  “Not Greyson. How dare you get me off in his bed?” The lack of aggression in her voice failed to convince even her that she was annoyed with them. It was more an attempt to hide her growing lust at the thought of Greyson getting her off.

  Emmett slapped her bottom hard so she yipped. “We’ll get you off wherever and whenever it pleases us. Quit forgetting my title or I’ll make you squirt in his bed.”

  A frantic gasp tore from her. “You wouldn’t.”

  He sounded devilish and taunting. “You should know me by now, beautiful. I would do a good many things with you that would scandalize you at first.”

  Her blood heated with yearning.

  “Please let me change the sheets right away. I’d be so embarrassed if he—”

  “Quiet, sub.” Emmett whacked her ass a good one. “Never mind what happens when we’re done with you in here. Just concentrate on picturing Greyson like I told you to.”

  Her face burned and try as she might the power of suggestion was too great. As much as it embarrassed her, Greyson’s face came to mind and she began to imagine he was the one in bed with her, putting his hands on her and preparing her vagina to be penetrated by his cock.

  The mattress dipped and it sounded like the other men got back on the bed with them. Hunter rested near her and played with her hair.

  “In my dream it was all of us with you, Mellie, including Greyson. Give him a chance. He’s not a bad guy.”

  Nervousness settled in her gut at the thought of being with dangerous, aggressive Greyson and enduring his brutish bossiness. He had an arrogance about him that bugged her, but heavens, did it make her hot and needy.

  She felt someone’s kneecap resting against her outer thigh and then the plug started to piston gingerly in her asshole like it was fucking her of its own accord. She squirmed and whimpered, growing hotter when Emmett held her down with ease, using only one hand.

  Diego’s voice lulled her. “Greyson enjoys fucking nice tight little assholes, Melanie.”

  Emmett snorted. “I’ll bet he does.”

  Emmett’s chuckle told Melanie that Diego was probably glaring at him again.

  “God, that’s so hot the way you’re rocking like that, Mellie,” Jake exclaimed as he groped her inner thighs.

  “You’re a good girl, sweetness,” Hunter crooned to her. “You just keep grinding against Emmett’s fingers until you come.”

  Her whimper became more pitiful as she surrendered to their touches and submitted to their coaxing. She moved lightly against Emmett’s fingers, fucking herself on his inserted digit and the anal plug Diego thrust back and forth in her.

  Her pussy tingled with excitement the higher Jake’s hands traveled up her legs.

  Hunter’s soothing voice and calming fingers in her hair removed her inhibitions enough to picture Greyson there with them. It felt dirty to pretend he was fingering her and seeing her like this, but the thought of him getting her off and having his filthy way with her heightened her awareness.

  The men kept at the stimulation and Mellie rubbed faster against Emmett’s devoted fingers. Her clit exploded with sensation and she couldn’t stop crying out in between long moans. Greyson’s scent infiltrated her nose and with the blindfold on she couldn’t help but see his face like Emmett had commanded her to.

  Damn his finger for slipping from her vagina. He probably did it on purpose so her convulsing pussy would dampen Greyson’s sheets. Her ass locked down hard on the butt plug, making her wail with tormented pleasure.

  When the earthquake passed Emmett placed his hand on the small of her back and lightly pushed her down harder into the mattress.

  “Make a mess all over his sheets, Melanie,” Diego encouraged.

  She groaned as her cunt pulsed with sensation and sent a warm rush of liquid from her. To her shame and arousal, the moisture crept past her folds and created a wet spot on his sheet.

  “Did you see his face when you came?” Emmett queried.

  She blushed. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Did it turn you on, dolce?” Diego asked.

  The flush intensified. “Yes, Sir.”

  “There’s a good girl.” Emmett rubbed her buttocks. “Are you making a mess all over his sheets?”

  Heat engulfed every part of her. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Now for the fucking.”

  “Not until I make her come,” Hunter countered.

  “I can’t come anymore. It’s too much,” she pleaded. “Please don’t make me come.”

  “I really want to, sweetness, but I can wait a minute if you need me to.”

  “Fuck waiting. She wants it, don’t you, Mellie?” Emmett screwed the plug deeper into her.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “I want it, but I can’t take it.”

  “You will take it, little submissive,” Diego told her. “You already had a climax from the rest of us. Now it’s Hunter’s turn.”

  “It’s only fair,” Jake agreed.

  Hunter slid his hand under her pelvis and lightly rubbed her throb
bing clit. “Grind against my fingers, angel. I want you to come for me.”

  She bit back a whimper as she rocked gently against his callused fingers seesawing against her pearl. He didn’t stick a finger inside her, ensuring that she would make a mess all over Greyson’s sheets. It didn’t take long for her to finish. She climaxed long and intense, spewing fluid on the sheet beneath her.

  “Oh god, he’ll kill me!”

  The men laughed.

  “Greyson might be a hard-ass, but he’s still a man. I doubt he’ll mind if you sex his sheets over,” Emmett said.

  She purred against his pillow in the aftermath. “I don’t want him to see the mess I made. I have to change the sheets right away.”

  “Calm yourself and stop talking. This sack session is about you feeling, not yapping,” Emmett told her. “Jake, get the wand.”

  “What am I, your man servant?”

  “Evidently. Get it for me, now.”

  “Get it for me, now,” Jake mimicked, though it sounded like he rose and got the Hitachi wand for his brother.

  The cowboys repositioned themselves on the bed around Mellie.

  “Who’s going where?” Emmett wanted to know.

  “I call ass,” Jake announced.

  “She can suck on me,” Diego decided.

  “You can have her pussy, Emmett,” Hunter offered.

  Always the gentleman. She loved that about him.

  “I appreciate the offer, but you haven’t gotten much time with her lately,” Emmett admitted. “You can have her cunt. I’ll take her hand.”

  “Much obliged, brother.”

  “Provided you don’t mind sharing the space with this,” Emmett finished.

  “Only if you put the attachment on it first. I won’t fit in there with that thing otherwise.”

  Apparently an attachment was being placed on the magic wand and then it was inserted into vagina from behind once Hunter filled her channel with his cock.

  Her mouth fell open at the immense fullness. How could she then take Jake’s prick in her ass with Hunter’s erection and the toy lodged in her pussy?

  Jake eased the butt plug out of her. It was a long, arduous battle, but he finally got his dick into her asshole. His ragged groan made her feverish and worsened the ache between her legs.