Springer, Jan - Be My Dream Tonight [The Desperadoes 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Jan Springer

  She moaned softly at that memory. Taking Kayne. He was the quietest of the three. He had the most intense gaze when he looked at her. It spoke of sex on the spot and immense caring. She realized now that despite his quietness he’d always made her feel way too naughty, and his conversations regarding sex had always been bold. Just like his talk about a butt plug the night she’d reentered their lives.

  She swallowed as the thumb swept back to her sphincter again, ripping her from her thoughts of Kayne. The digit was lubed this time, for she could feel the warm, slippery gel and forced herself to relax. She realized her hips had actually been lifted, and a pillow had been shoved beneath her ass.

  Huh, when had that happened? Obviously while she’d slept.

  She should open her eyes and join Riley. But she really liked what he was doing to her ass. The pressure built as a thumb inserted past the tender bundle of muscles and nerve endings, and he slipped in.

  Oh yeah, this felt really nice. Sweet pain and huge, breathtaking pressure.

  Something velvety-hard rubbed against her right cheek. A cock? Sleepily, she moaned, wondering who it could be. Not Riley. He was down there, slurping so leisurely at her pussy, the erotic tension he created was driving her mad. She didn’t care who it was, because she loved what he was doing.

  Another set of hands swept across her lower abdomen. Palms flattened there, pressed gently, giving her some incredible pressure, which felt exquisite. She could hear herself breathing harshly, and hot blood pumped through her veins at the idea of all three of them touching her while she was asleep. Bringing her slowly out of her dreams to join them.

  But maybe she was dreaming? Maybe she didn’t want to wake up? Nah, she liked this. Didn’t want it to end. She kept her eyes closed and went with the erotic sensations. Went with the mounting arousal, the increasing pressure in her ass as a second lubed digit impaled her.

  She would be too shy to open her eyes now. Realized there were three pairs of hands touching her tight, inflamed body. One set of hands caressed her breasts, and the other set pressed against her lower abdomen. Then there were hands tangling into her hair, angling her head slightly. Preparing her for that large brand of a cock that continued to nudge erotically along the length of her jawline and her cheeks.

  She was drifting up from her drowsiness really fast now, the arousal snapping through her like a live wire, but yeah, she wanted to keep her eyes closed. Didn’t want to break this erotic tension zapping through her.

  Between her thighs was someone, but who? She realized he may not even be Riley, but maybe Kayne or Maddox? Whoever he was lapped at her pussy quite wonderfully and did a fine job at keeping her creaming. His tongue licked and swirled around her sensitized clit like a tornado. In contrast, he then sipped tenderly at her labia, his lips nuzzling and suckling. She couldn’t help but wrap her legs around the man’s shoulders. Felt the bunch of muscles against her calves as she rode him, her hips moving against him in a frantic rhythm in order to reach the pleasure just outside of her reach.

  But whoever was tonguing her knew exactly how to keep her from coming, and he eased the pressure off slightly against her pussy, leaving her hot and bothered. She whimpered her frustration.

  The man at her breasts increased his pressure, tweaking her nipples and pulling them until a sharp yet delicious pain exploded through her, making her cry out. But her cry was stopped by a swollen, mushroom-shaped cockhead sinking past her parted lips. Instinctively, she suddenly knew who was where on her body as memories came flooding back.

  Riley loved her breasts. He could get off by merely touching them. Kayne would be the one wanting oral. She could tell by his mushroom-shaped cockhead. He’d always enjoyed oral the most. He would deep throat her. Remembering that, she consciously relaxed her throat muscles in preparation.

  That would mean Maddox was the man between her legs. He always enjoyed doing oral on her.

  And they always put in a plug when the three of them were having sex with her. It happened usually after she’d been exceptionally naughty with them. She remembered they retaliated with a huge plug or other sweet torture when she defied them about one thing or another, such as wandering away from camp without an escort, which had happened quite often due to her free spirit.

  Ah, another memory had returned. Coming back to these three men had been the right thing to do. So right.

  She stiffened as a third lubed finger nudged into her anal opening. The pressure was intoxicating, breathtakingly erotic. He dipped in, the two fingers and thumb gently probing, tenderly massaging her tight muscles as he inserted the lube to prepare her for the plug.

  “Easy,” Maddox whispered as his mouth moved briefly from her pussy. “You’ll get a good fucking after I insert the plug, baby.”

  She wanted to tell him to hurry, but the harsh, desperate grip on her hair grabbed her attention, not to mention the huge cock thrusting into her mouth.

  Dare she open her eyes?

  No, she couldn’t. She was loving this too much. She would be too embarrassed. How in the world had she done this before her memory loss?

  Kayne’s swollen erection throbbed in her mouth and pleasantly bruised her lips as he stroked in and out. With every plunge, he went just a bit deeper until he was hitting the back of her throat.

  “Can you handle this, colt?” he asked. She heard the restrained desperation in his voice. The need to know she was okay with this.

  She would have nodded an answer, but his grip on her hair was too tight and the sweet pain that blossomed across her scalp truly turned her on even more. Instead, she moaned softly, hoping he would understand her conformity. Apparently he did. For his plunges into her mouth became harder, deeper, dazzling her senses to new heights.

  Between her legs, Mad’s exploration of her anus and his sucking on her pussy halted briefly as he withdrew his fingers and moved his face away.

  Riley’s hands went wilder on her breasts, driving her once again toward the illusive pleasure she craved. He was massaging her breasts with both hands, rubbing her nipples hard, making them tender with an erotic soreness that she really liked. He was breathing really hard, too. Really hard. Fiery heat roared through her bloodstream. Her breaths came faster, matching his.

  “I’m preparing the plug for you, Eve.” Mad spoke in a soft, gentle voice, the same voice he’d used on her horse, Snowball, the other night when she’d been frightened of the lights in the dark sky.

  Was he sensing her fear? Her shyness? Why did his voice calm her so? Why did he unexpectedly make her feel so accepting of what was to come? Wasn’t this happening way too soon? Shouldn’t she be calling this whole thing off?

  Gosh, she could only imagine how she must look lying here naked on the couch with her eyes scrunched shut tightly like a shy virgin with one man’s head buried between her thighs while he readied her ass for a plug. With another man’s engorged cock plunging in and out of her mouth, and yet a third man’s large hands roaming over her breasts, tummy, and abdomen in tenderly wild caresses.

  Wickedly explicit. And no way was she calling this off. No way!

  As something heavy and very generously lubed pressed against her anal opening, she moaned around Kayne’s swollen cock and felt exquisitely off-balance from the insane excitement raging through her. Looking for a lifeline to hold onto, her fingers found and clenched the edges of the fluffy, thick pillow someone had stuffed beneath her ass.

  Mad moved the plug into her tenderly, softly, as if not wanting to hurt her. The toy began to stretch her as it went deeper. The pressure unbelievable, increasing, until her mind snapped with a question of how big was this thing?

  “Relax, colt,” Kayne hissed between his teeth. He eased off fucking her mouth, moving slower, more erotically. There was a chuckle in his husky voice. “Remember it’s big because of Riley.”

  The pressure in her ass increased. Her mind screamed in panic. Way too big! Then suddenly the plug lodged inside of her, and she knew it was in place. The pleasure-pa
in of the insertion was both beautiful yet bothersome at the same time as sensations burned through her like a naughty, forbidden desire. But she was well aware she would get used to this fullness buried in her ass. Somehow she understood that when they did take her in a triple penetration, she would go insane with the pleasure.

  “That plug will stay inside of you until you’re ready for us,” Kayne said. “Do you remember how to use it? When to remove it?”

  No use answering. Her mouth was stuffed with hot cock. Again she wanted to nod but found it hard with his grip on her head. Instead, she gave that same moan as earlier.

  “Good.”

  She jerked as one of her legs was lifted and pulled up against the back of the couch. Mad draped the back of her knee over the edge of the couch, and to her surprise she felt a soft binding wrap around her ankle. She tried to move her leg down, but the restraint didn’t allow her to budge more than an inch.

  What the hell?

  “It will keep you nicely open for us,” Kayne explained. In the background she heard the rip of foil. Knew Mad was preparing himself with a condom. “Maddox wants to take you now. I want to go down your throat. Riley’s quite content to masturbate and watch us until he takes you. Until we’ve all taken turns with you.”

  Oh sweet God. This was crazy. They were going to take turns fucking her? Too good to be sane.

  She jerked again as Mad’s cockhead lodged against her creaming vagina.

  “Easy now. Easy. It’s been one hell of a long time. Very tight with this plug inside,” Mad whispered harshly. She wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or to himself.

  But she realized he was speaking to the other two because she heard both Riley and Kayne groan in reply. Their guttural sounds sent a wave of desperation lashing through her. She realized she wanted this. Badly. Wanted it now.

  Kayne’s plunges into her mouth became even softer, gentler. Torturously sensual. To the point where she wanted him to just go wild and fuck her mouth. But he didn’t.

  She felt her other leg being pulled wider, followed by the softness of a restraint around her left ankle.

  “This will keep you nicely in place.” Riley chuckled from somewhere to the left of the couch, near her feet. Involuntarily, she tugged both her legs to see how much pull she had. Nothing budged. She really was tied wide open for them.

  “Reach up and give me your hands, colt,” Kayne demanded. “Keep your eyes closed.” His voice sounded thick and raw, tortured. She trembled at the dusky sound.

  Reluctantly, she uncurled her hands from where she’d been clutching the pillow and reached up. She’d expected him to put restraints on her wrists. He didn’t. Instead, his fingers intertwined with hers and he held her, warm and strong. He kept plunging into her mouth in a regular, leisurely rhythm that made her ache for a stronger stroke. His cock always hit the back of her throat, and then he’d pull out.

  “I’ll let you know when I’m coming into your throat, colt. Then you’ll relax your throat muscles. Do you remember how I taught you?”

  She didn’t remember. Not really. Just flashes of instinct and splits of memories, jumbled, kind of like a puzzle. Since he’d let go of her head, she was able to nod, although it wasn’t really the truth.

  “Good. Good,” he whispered, and she heard the appreciation and happiness in his voice. It made her feel guilty. But only for a second, because Mad was gaining her attention.

  She felt the couch on each side of her shoulders dip, knew Mad was bracing himself with his arms. His hips rocked into hers, and his solid cock worked its way into her. Her vaginal muscles stretched frantically to accommodate his size. Gosh, he was huge.

  She held tighter to Kayne.

  He chuckled as he kept fucking her mouth. “You always did panic a bit when Maddox first fucked you. You’ll get into it. Just relax.”

  Her vaginal muscles stretched more as Mad surged into her. Immense heat whiplashed through her at his impalement. She moaned at the lovely fullness.

  Quickly, he withdrew and then stroked into her again. His penetration came in long, deep strokes that had her gasping and bucking her hips as sweet shudders raced through her.

  Kayne’s fingers held hers tighter as she fought to reach the impending climax. She tightened her muscles around Mad’s thick cock every time he thrust into her vagina. Every inch of his shaft sent erotic sensations shimmering through her. She moaned and bucked as he thrust into her over and over. In seconds the agonizing pleasure snowballed, and she exploded into the gasping vortex of the arousal she’d been craving in those flashbacks.

  She went wild. That’s the only way she could explain it. Wild as she slipped into the pleasure. And so did Kayne and Maddox. Kayne’s fingers gripped her harder, and his cock began to thrust faster. Mad’s plunges became rougher, quicker. Somewhere she could hear Riley’s breaths coming faster, too. Their combined breaths shot through the air, intermingling with her whimpers and their guttural groans. The sounds were like sweet music to her ears.

  Maddox rode her through the climax, moving against her hard and fast until the orgasm subsided into small spasms.

  “Relax those throat muscles.” Kayne gasped. He must have been waiting for her to come down, because now he was beginning to go deeper into her mouth. She did as he asked, and soon he was sinking down into her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in, but she moved from what she hoped was memory, breathing every time he came out, relaxing her throat muscles and holding her breath every time he came in.

  It was an art. One she’d obviously learned well as it seemed to come quite naturally to her to not gag again. Kayne’s cock burned into her throat. In and out, he thrust. His guttural groans rocked her world.

  Maddox climbed off her, and she felt Riley coming down upon her body now. His cock entered her in one fast plunge, his pubic bone rubbing nicely against her clit, firing up her highly sensitized nerve endings once again. He thrust into her quickly and roughly, just like last night. His movements, sensual and well angled, hit different areas inside of her that Maddox hadn’t reached. Areas that were just as sensual and highly sensitive, and she was quickly drawn into another climax. She shuddered violently as the orgasm snapped through her. Gasped around Kayne’s cock as he continued his erotic thrusts.

  Riley grunted and groaned as he, too, spiraled into his pleasure. Soon, he climbed off her. Kayne untangled his fingers from hers and pulled his cock out of her mouth. His absence there left her feeling oddly abandoned. She heard the rip of foil and finally found the boldness to open her eyes to watch him roll on his condom. His gaze lifted and captured hers. The intensity of his arousal shot into her like an electrical jolt, and she heard Kayne moan softly as he must have felt it, too.

  Quickly, he loosened her ankle restraints and hoisted her legs up and over his heavily muscled shoulders, quickly spearing his cock into her sopping vagina. This new angle of penetration snapped raw, responsive nerve endings into an awareness that had her gasping at the intoxicating bliss shattering her senses. As he thrust into her vagina, he moved down on her body. His washboard, rigidly muscled tummy melted against her belly, his chest melted with her breasts, and his succulent mouth fused over hers in a passionate kiss that shattered her senses.

  His tongue plunged into her mouth, and the violence of how swiftly and unexpectedly he thrust past her lips and teeth had her gasping for breath. She quickly recovered and met him just as boldly. Their tongues dueled, submitted to each other, and made love.

  His plunges quickened, and she bucked against him, feeling the intensity of their combined friction. Hunger and awareness surged through her. This is what she needed. All three of them. One at a time. Maddox’s length, Riley’s roughness, and finally Kayne’s boldness. Their combined efforts had primed her and now led her right into the vortex of pleasure that she’d been craving. Her entire body convulsed, and she stiffened, then shattered into a mindless, wondrous rutting. And she became lost. Helplessly lost inside of the feelings. Inside him.

  It was
magnificent. Perfect. Awesome.

  And she finally understood why she possessed such an intense need to remember them. To remember everything. Because fabulous sex like this and the deep, soul-clenching feelings that shot through her were things she wanted to explore and to remember.

  * * * *

  The barely moving wind had a crisp bite to it when Kayne stepped out of the warm cabin and into the beautiful, golden, sun-washed valley of midmorning. It was cold despite the sun shining brightly, and the sky was clear and the bluest he’d seen it in a long time. Beyond the nearby river, the mountain range rose up like giant purple waves topped with whitecaps. Until this very moment, he didn’t realize how colorful everything suddenly looked again. Hadn’t realized that the color had truly gone out of his life since Eve had been gone.

  He swallowed a tremendous shot of excitement. Now that she was back and he was having sex with her again, things were starting to look nice. Inside himself he felt better, too, but he craved having all of her back.

  Before her memory loss, she’d been more playful, easy to tease. She’d taunt the guys and himself if she didn’t get her daily sex fix. But now, despite her confidence in her abilities of riding a horse, which, he might add, she did much better than any of them, and the lightning-quick way she went for her gun at the slightest hint of trouble, made it seem like she was one of the guys now.

  Kind of. But she was a hell of a lot prettier. And sexy as sin. But she was too serious for his liking, despite him liking her even more now that he didn’t feel the need to constantly protect her.

  Kayne frowned as he unzipped his jacket and tugged a piece of grizzly bear jerky out of his shirt pocket. Zipping the coat back up, he ripped off a healthy piece of jerky with his teeth and slowly chewed the salty, dried meat.

  From inside he could hear Maddox and Riley laughing. They were planning on making breakfast for Eve, allowing her to sleep. After all the pleasure the four of them had experienced, they were tired and satisfied, yet Kayne felt like he could go another round with her.