Diana Finds Ecstasy in the Big Easy (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Robin Gideon

  She watched as Geary closed his eyes. What she was offering couldn’t possibly be mistaken. For several seconds he remained quiet, and Julie was afraid that she had lost her power over him—and if she had, she knew that her ability to get her hands on her fair share of the deVille fortune would be drastically reduced.

  “It’s got to be a big nightcap,” Geary said finally, his face stony. “And I want to be watching ESPN while you’re doing the dirty deed. Understood?”

  “Understood,” Julie replied, not at all liking the demands that had just been placed on her, understanding full well how demeaning they were but also conscious of the fact that once she got her hooks into the deVille family coffers, then she could flush Geary down the toilet and there wasn’t a thing he could do to stop her.

  “Hey, baby, you’re looking fucking fine!”

  The voice was boisterous and far more familiar than Julie was comfortable admitting to. It was Gregg, and though she’d told him to stay away from My Place, he’d once again done whatever the hell he wanted to and hadn’t listened to what she had to say for even a moment.

  When she looked up, she saw him approaching the bar quickly, and the look on his face said he didn’t like the fact that Geary was sitting directly in front of her and smiling at her with an expression that suggested he wouldn’t mind having sex with her with every patron in the saloon watching.

  This can’t be happening to me. Of course it’s happening to me. Shit like this always happens to me.

  Gregg sat on the bar stool next to Geary. He immediately leaned to the side so that his shoulder pushed against Geary’s.

  “Why don’t you take a hike, old man?” Gregg said, his nose threateningly close to Geary’s. “The little lady and I have things to talk about, and they don’t include you. So get lost now while you’ve still got all your teeth.”

  “Gregg, you can’t speak to Mr. Geary that way,” Julie said quickly, reading the expression on Gregg’s face and fearing the worst.

  “Sure I can,” Gregg replied. “I just fucking did, didn’t I?”

  Julie said, “Don’t do this.”

  Geary looked into Julie’s eyes and asked, “Who the fuck is this dumb asshole?”

  Gregg’s response was true to form as he leaped off his barstool then sent a bone-crushing uppercut into Geary’s jaw. Geary’s head snapped back on his shoulders, and Julie suspected that he was already unconscious by then, but that didn’t stop Gregg from sending a second punch into the man’s temple.

  Geary hit the floor of the saloon and didn’t so much as twitch.

  Gregg straddled his body and landed two more punches on the unprotected face, one with the left fist and one with the right.

  Julie ended up on the floor a moment later. She had fainted.

  * * * *

  “Come on, let’s go to my office, and after that, we’ll celebrate at Tony’s Steak House. They’ve got the finest steaks in New Orleans, and I’m in the mood to celebrate,” William said. “I’m in the mood for an Oklahoma corn-fed porterhouse bigger than the plate it comes on.”

  I nailed it! I impressed Big Brother, and my lovers couldn’t be happier with me.

  For a moment, even as she walked, she closed her eyes and thought a silent prayer of thanks. Going to Jared with her idea could have had dreadful consequences. As it was, Big Brother was thrilled with the idea, and subsequently—whether there was a cause-and-effect relationship or not—she had been warmly welcomed into the deVille family.

  It was a thousand times more than Diana had hoped for, and more than she could hardly believe.

  They were walking quickly past a myriad cubical offices where people were working away busily. Some of the workers looked up and paid attention to the deVille twins as they past. Almost none paid any attention to her at all.

  It’s the deVilles who matter, not me. Even if I were walking naked behind William and Marcus, nobody would notice.

  As self-lacerating as the thought was, Diana knew that it was most likely true, and despite the thought, a slight smile curled her lips. She wasn’t going to let any insecurities dampen her mood now. Not when so many things appeared to be turning out so well.

  In William’s office there was a mini refrigerator, and in it, there was a bottle of Tattingers champagne.

  “This is just for starters,” William said as he brought out the champagne and began unfastening its wire cage. “Marcus, the woman we’ve fallen in love with is nothing less than brilliant, and we’re going to spend the rest of our days convincing her of that.”

  Diana knew she was blushing. She felt she should say something modest, but the words just wouldn’t come. The fact that the deVille twins both wanted her, and we willing to share her, was a fantasy that was difficult to comprehend for a poor girl from the bayous of Louisiana.

  I’ve gone from famine to feast. Diana accepted a chilled flute of champagne from William. First I have nothing, and now I have more than I can comprehend. How the hell did something like this happen to someone like me?

  “A toast,” Marcus said, raising his flute, “not to Diana,” he said with a smile, “but to the two luckiest men in the world—my twin brother and myself!”

  The men clinked glasses then drank. Diana found it difficult to make eye contact with either brother. The things they were saying were more precious than she had dreamed possible.

  A second round of glasses was filled then drained and then a third filled. Diana hardly heard the flattering things that were being spoken of her. There was a ringing in her ears, along with a dizzying, disorienting awareness that she had fallen in love with two men and they had fallen in love with her…and that somehow, someway, they were going to make it all work out.

  “I thought that nothing and no one could impress my big brother,” William said, touching his champagne flute once more to Diana’s. “Then you came along.”

  “He actually said, ‘Welcome to the family,’” Marcus added. “That’s incredible.”

  “I feel like celebrating,” Diana said. She took another swallow of her champagne, loving its crisp, clean flavor, distinctly aware that she could never on her own afford such a luxury. In a much softer tone, she said, “You men pamper me.”

  “Not more than you deserve,” William said, taking a step forward, his chest now nearly touching her breasts. “That’s something you don’t really understand right now, but Marcus and I will teach you that it’s true. You deserve the world, and more.”

  Diana sensed more than saw Marcus moving directly behind her so that she was between the brothers. Her heart quickened, and her breath caught in her throat. Memories of what had happened in the shower—of the things that she had done to them and they had done to her—flashed across the surface of her mind.

  “There are a hundred people just outside this office,” she said, her throat tight, her tone hardly more than a whisper. “What if…?”

  “So beautiful,” William said as he bent at the waist, his mouth searching for Diana’s.

  She turned her face aside, avoiding William’s kiss, even though it was what she wanted more than anything else in the world.

  “You’ve got a big, beautiful home with a big, beautiful bed. You’ve also got an apartment with more square feet than my house.” Diana felt William’s lips against her cheek as Marcus’s warm lips caressed her throat. “No one will hear us there.”

  She could hear the desperation—and the passion—in her own voice.

  “I’ll do anything you ask,” she whispered as Marcus put his hands on her hips to hold her steady then began rubbing the swollen bulge of his erection, trapped inside his trousers, back and forth against the cheeks of her ass. “I’ll give you anything you want…but not here. What if…what if we’re caught?”

  “So…damn…hot,” William said to Diana as he began bending his knees, kissing his way slowly downward from her cheek to her throat and then to her collarbone. “There’s nothing about you that isn’t delicious.”

  “But, guy
s…this isn’t…”

  Diana heard the sound of her champagne flute hitting the plush carpeting at her feet. The glass didn’t break.

  Resist them, a tiny voice inside Diana’s head insisted.

  It was a voice soon shouted down by the much louder and more insistent voices of lust, of wanton desire, of primordial need.

  Two strong arms wound around Diana, and powerful hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them tightly, thumbs and forefingers finding nipples through dress and brassiere. Marcus’s use of power—knowing just exactly how much force to use with her pebble-hard nipples to draw the most pleasure without crossing the boundary into pain—was nothing short of genius.

  “Make me come.” It took several seconds before Diana realized she’d actually spoken those words. It wasn’t the kind of thing that, for her, tripped lightly off the tongue. Several seconds later, she added, with a heartfelt sincerity that shocked her, “Please.”

  The deVille twins had the power to make her behave in ways that she would not with anyone else.

  Only with them could she be so uninhibited, so wantonly sexual.

  They freed in her a part of herself she never before actually knew existed.

  I can’t do this.

  As she began bending her knees, she whispered, “Please, let me do this.”

  I can’t think straight when these men are near me.

  A moment later she was on her knees, fully dressed with the sun shining through the floor-to-ceiling office windows that overlooked downtown New Orleans. She looked up at the men who towered over her. Twins, but not identical twins. Each one just slightly more gorgeous than the other. She closed her eyes.

  The sound of zippers being tugged down caused Diana to inhale sharply and catch her lower lip between her teeth for just a moment.

  I’m on my knees between two gorgeous men. The reality of her current situation was rather difficult to comprehend. Two beautiful men who tell me they adore me. Is it any wonder I want to suck their cocks? What woman in her right mind wouldn’t want to? What woman in her right mind would blame me?

  Chapter 16

  “I’m going to destroy them,” Geary said as he held a towel filled with ice cubes to his chin. “Every one of them. And let me tell you how.”

  Julie didn’t like the sound of that. Destroying Gregg wouldn’t give her a moment’s unease, but destroying the deVille family was quite another matter. And while she understood that she didn’t have a natural aptitude for big business, she really didn’t see how whether or not the family head of the deVille dynasty was or wasn’t making the real decisions made much sense to her. Weren’t the deVilles all pretty much interchangeable? Lord knows they all had enough to dole out some of that cash in their bank accounts without really missing it—and all Julie wanted was her fair share. Just a slice, not the whole damn pie. She was certain that wasn’t asking too much of the universe. A girl like her deserved at least that much, she reasoned.

  But there were several factors that played with Julie’s sense of unease.

  The first was that people who attacked the deVilles tended to suffer mightily for their efforts. This wasn’t a cast-aside fact that intelligent people lightly dismissed. People who went against the deVilles got bruised for what they’d done…and sometimes worse.

  Second thoughts were always the greatest fears, Julie believed.

  The second awareness was that she’d set her sights on obtaining a fraction of the deVille fortune. She didn’t care which of the brothers—or, if necessary, all them—she had to fuck and suck. Whatever the hell else was necessary to get their money into her bank account was up for negotiation. And if Geary was going to be an asset, then that was great, but if he was going to be a hindrance, then he had to go.

  It felt good knowing that she had cold-blooded murder as an option.

  She believed it was always best to know what one was capable of.

  * * * *

  If my cock was any harder, it would be stone.

  William was standing in his office at deVille Enterprises. It was the first time he’d had such a thought in that location.

  While he was pleased with the rigidity of his erection, he wasn’t necessarily thrilled with the climax that seemed to be rushing toward him like a military jet about to do a low bombing run. It was coming in fast and low and determined to fulfill its assigned mission.

  She’s so beautiful, William thought as he looked at Diana on her knees, slowly nodding back and forth, taking his twin brother’s cock to the back of her mouth then pulling back so that she could use the tip of her tongue against the slit at the crown of his erection. What man wouldn’t fall in love with her?

  Diana released Marcus then looked up at William. Her eyes were glassy with lust. Had he ever seen more beautiful eyes in his life? No. Of course he hadn’t.

  “What do you want?” she asked him.

  It was the most sincere and innocent of questions, and because it held those qualities, William nearly climaxed instantly.

  He swallowed and tried to calm his pounding heart and furious passion and discovered he could do neither.

  “Do you want to come in my mouth?” Diana asked, her tone the very essence of innocence itself, her lips brushing against the crown of his cock as she spoke. “Or do you want to come on my face? I’ll swallow your cum, of course…if that’s what you want.” She licked the underside of the head of his cock, and William thought for a moment that he’d lose his mind. No man could be expected to put up with this kind of torture and not go completely insane. “You can fuck my tits if you want to. You’ve never done that.” Her eyebrows rose for a moment. “I think I’d like that.” She moistened her lips with her tongue. “Very much.” She smiled up at him. “But you can come wherever you want.” Her lashes lowered for a moment. “There’s nothing I won’t do for you. You can ask anything of me, and I’ll submit.” Her gaze went from his cock up to his face. Softly, she asked, “But seriously, haven’t you always wondered what kind of a turn-on it would be for you to come all over my face?”

  William laced his fingers into Diana’s ebony hair, tightened his hand into a fist, and, through a throat practically strangled with rampaging lust, said, “Suck!”

  * * * *

  Diana knew that she was throwing gasoline onto a lusty deVille fire when she’d spoken to William that way. But still, when he thrust his cock between her lips—and didn’t stop even when the head of his erection was threatening to drive straight down into her throat—she writhed on her knees and, in a blinding flash of fearful awareness, wondered if she had taunted an alpha lion further than prudence would dictate.

  She put her hands on his hips and tried to push him away, but he was much too strong for her.

  He’s going to fuck my throat.

  Just when she was on the verge of panic, William withdrew, stopping the threat that his unyielding cock would drive down Diana’s throat whether she wanted it to or not. He pulled back enough so that only the tip of his crest still separated her lips, and Diana—rather gratefully—licked the tip, sighing softly, her entire focus now on William, even though Marcus was rubbing the tip of his knob against her hollowed cheek.

  She tightened her fingers around the shaft of William’s cock and paid special attention to the head, using her tongue with particular vigor against the underside and the places she already knew where he was particularly sensitive. When she received a deep-throated groan of pleasure, she knew that she was giving him the kind of oral pleasure that he needed. She felt his hand loosen slightly from its grip on her hair. She understood she was giving him the kind of oral satisfaction an alpha of his caliber insisted upon.

  She tilted her head back on her shoulders and looked up into his eyes. His hand was still in her hair, his fist still unyielding, but now in his eyes was a shining light that had nothing to do with domination and everything to do with lustful appreciation.

  He’s a Dom, but when his cock is in my mouth, I’m the one who has the power.

>   Diana shivered. It was the first time she’d come to that awareness, and seeing it now—in bright light and without any varnish—it was a shocking revelation.

  I’ll bet even William doesn’t understand how much power I have over him. She nearly smiled because she knew that William would be livid if he knew the truth.

  Diana pulled back far enough to release William’s cock from her pleasuring. She looked up at Marcus and said quietly, “But isn’t that why it’s such a turn-on to see me on my knees, sucking your cock?”

  Then she took his erection between her lips and to the very back of her mouth. She heard his groan—lusty and passionate—and knew with confidence that she wasn’t just sucking his cock. She was doing an absolute number on his mind.

  With the head of his cock wedged snuggly against the entrance to her throat, she moved her head slowly from side to side, as though trying to fit even more of his erection into her mouth than she already held. She used her lips and tongue on him, slowly and effectively. It was more theatrics than reality, but the moan of pleasure she heard come from above her let her know that even pretend sexual efforts can cause passionate results.

  “Stop,” Marcus said, his tone displaying the strain going through him. “You’re going to make me come too fast.”

  Diana leaned back, holding a cock in each hand, partly amazed at the fact that she was giving blowjobs to two handsome men, partly amazed that being in this position now seemed so spectacularly perfect. It seemed so natural now—and so amazingly sexy—to be between the deVille twins, looking up at them while she was on her knees, sucking first one and then the other.

  “But I want you to come,” Diana said quietly. And she meant it. “Both of you.”