Her Colorado Wishes [Spirit, Colorado 3] Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting

by Peyton Elizabeth

  Right when she was about to give up, she felt Austin’s hand slide underneath her. His fingers gathered her juices, before continuing on their journey to her clit. The pad of his finger felt like he released a high voltage of electricity as it pressed against her engorged clitoris. Her body experienced a recharge, and she couldn’t help but move. The hard plastic slid home, her muscle closing in around the base of the plug, locking it securely inside of her.

  “It’s in, baby doll,” Austin said, pulling his fingers away.

  She would have protested had he not lifted her up and placed her on the bed. Austin slid the blindfold up over her eyes, allowing her to see them. Within seconds, Wyatt had himself sheathed with a condom and was lying above her. Before she could say that he didn’t need one, Hannah caught herself. Fortunately, his intense look distracted her and made her reach up to wipe the lines away from his forehead. She never touched him, as Austin took her hands and encased her wrists with fur-lined cuffs. She tilted her head back to see the cuffs attached to a black leather strap, which in turn was connected to the middle bar of the black iron headboard. They must have seen her look toward the corner in question, because Wyatt answered her.

  “We want to be able to flip you over without having to release your wrists. This way, we can turn you on your belly when we want access to your ass.”

  “Why tie me down at all?” Hannah asked, smiling now that she had the plug inside of her and a guaranteed orgasm on the way. “I’m more than willing.”

  “We have no doubt you’re willing,” Wyatt answered, chuckling. “But when you think you’ve reached too many orgasms, you’ll probably try to pull away. And that’s just when we will be getting started.”

  Hannah opened her eyes wide when Wyatt travelled down her body. She had thought since he’d put on a condom that he would take her, but he seemed to be distracted. He feathered kisses down her abdomen, totally ignoring her breasts, much to her dismay. He stopped at her belly button, poking his moist tongue inside. Why it made her laugh, she didn’t know, but Hannah broke out in giggles.

  “Well, that’s one way to torture her,” Austin said, laughing, as he lay down next to her. “But I was thinking more along the lines of nipple play.”

  “Nipple play?” Hannah asked, her laughter trailing off when Austin’s finger started to trace around her areola.

  “Yes. It’s where I play with your nipples until you beg me to stop.”

  Hannah didn’t get what he meant, since she would let them play with her nipples all day and she would never tell them to stop. She mentally shrugged, too focused now on the sensations Wyatt was creating with his lips. He was now hovering right above her mound. What was he waiting for?

  Austin pinched her nipple. Hannah’s hips shot straight off the bed, arching her back at the intense feeling that suddenly turned to pleasure. Wyatt took advantage of her position and used his tongue to swipe from her pussy to her clit. The dual sensations were overloading her senses, but once the men got started, they didn’t let up.

  Austin alternated between pinching her nipples, pulling on them, tracing them, rolling them, and barely touching them. Wyatt did the same with her clit, but with his mouth instead of his fingers. He kept them free to explore the inside of her pussy. Inserting one, then two, then three fingers inside of her, Wyatt would thrust, rotate, and scissored them until she felt ready to lose her mind. All the while, the plug in her ass was making itself known by keeping the feeling of fullness to a maximum. Hannah lost track of time as they played with her body. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take such sweet torture and finally begged them for her release.

  “Are you ready for me?” Wyatt asked, working his way back up her body. “My cock is so hard, Hannah. I need to be inside of you.”

  “Yes,” Hannah cried out. “Please fuck me.”

  “All you had to do was ask,” Wyatt said, leaning down for a kiss.

  The plug in her ass was adding to her arousal, and Hannah found she wanted to be taken there. If she asked, would Wyatt claim that forbidden area? There was only one way to find out. “Will you fuck me in the ass?”

  Wyatt’s eyes opened in astonishment. It seemed like she rarely shocked them, but it was obvious that was what she had done. A little tiny female devil was rubbing her hands together, congratulating her. It didn’t take long for that little she-devil to be scandalized herself.

  “You’ll have to do more than ask, baby doll,” Austin murmured, pinching her nipple harder than before. “We want you begging for us to take you there.”

  “Right now, I want your pussy,” Wyatt said.

  Hannah was used to having full use of her hands during sex, but not being able to control everything was very liberating. Wyatt pulled back enough so that she could watch his face while he placed his cock at her entrance. For a brief second, she thought he might not fit considering he was so thick and she had a plug in her ass. But as he slowly worked his way inside of her, she quickly amended her thoughts. The more she took of him, the fuller she felt, and she knew it would only be a matter of seconds before she found her release.

  “I can feel your pussy spasm,” Wyatt said, as Austin continued to play with her nipples.

  Austin had been right—she was about to beg him to stop. She didn’t think she could take any more stimulation. She got sidetracked when Wyatt pulled out and surged back in, seating himself fully. Hannah felt her ass clamp down on the plug. Out of nowhere, she felt tingles travel up her leg, starting from her little toe. Everything intensified when Austin dipped his head and took her nipple in his mouth. They were so sensitive from his previous administrations that the feel of his moist lips immediately fast-tracked the sensations.

  “Wyatt, Austin,” Hannah cried out, wanting nothing more than to grab onto them.

  Everything merged in her core, and her pussy exploded. She wanted nothing more than to grab onto them, but her hands were still cuffed above her head. Not being able to control Wyatt’s rhythm or the orgasm that was crashing over her seemed to heighten her senses and make everything feel intensified. She rode wave after wave of the release Wyatt had given her, wondering if it would ever stop.

  “That’s my girl,” Wyatt said in an encouraging tone, although his voice came out grated as he reached his climax. “Milk my cock.”

  The dirty words they used spurred her on more, and her pussy did as directed. She felt her muscles slow down, as if it wanted to massage his dick to the point that he was empty. When they both were spent, Wyatt leaned down to kiss her forehead while Austin released her wrists. He rubbed each of her arms, starting at her fingers. When she could finally breathe normally and Wyatt was lying beside her, Austin gently turned her to her side so that she was facing Wyatt.

  She didn’t realize his intention until he arranged her with her top leg bent at an angle to give him the perfect position to enter her from behind, in a spooning position. He must have put on a condom earlier, because his sheathed cock slid into her as if it was a missing puzzle piece. He was longer than Wyatt and able to bump against her cervix. Hannah appreciated that being loved by both of them covered all of her erogenous zones.

  “Look into Wyatt’s eyes as I take you,” Austin whispered in her ear.

  A shiver stole over her when she heard the heat and desire that emanated from his voice. Hannah never once thought to disobey him and immediately opened her eyes to see Wyatt watching her. If she ever doubted she could come again this evening, seeing the hunger in Wyatt’s eyes and the passion in Austin’s voice changed her mind. Her body instantly became aroused once more, the blood rushing to her clit.

  “Do you want to come again?” Wyatt asked, reaching over and brushing a strand of hair that got caught in her lashes. “Will you come for Austin and let him experience how good your pussy feels?”

  “God, yes,” Hannah answered as she felt the building of another orgasm.

  Austin thrust in and out of her while he held her top leg up to her breast, making sure nothing stopped
his assault. It was Wyatt’s light touch on her clit that sent her over the edge again. She heard Austin cry out as he joined her.

  Chapter Eight

  Hannah walked across the cold floor of the cabin, needing coffee more than she needed air. Her thoughts drifted to last night, when she must have said the word fuck countless times. Wyatt usually didn’t like her use of bad language, but he hadn’t seemed to mind her saying it when they were doing the deed. She smiled when she remembered his look of disbelief when she had asked him to fuck her ass. Would they do that today?

  “You’re up bright and early,” Austin said, sleepiness evident in his deep voice.

  He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She felt a pang of regret that this couldn’t last forever. But she didn’t want to think about the reasons why right now. She placed her hands on his arms and leaned her head back on his shoulder, tilting her face just right for his kiss.

  “I’m in need of coffee,” Hannah murmured. She liked that he took his time kissing her, instead of just rushing through the motions. He seemed to enjoy the leisurely pleasure that just touching could bring. “You can go back to bed.”

  “And miss seeing you in my shirt? I don’t think so.”

  Hannah looked down. She had slipped on the first thing she reached for, which happened to be Austin’s blue button-down shirt. It hung loose on her, but she’d rolled the sleeves up, so she could have use of her hands. She felt comfortable, and from the tone in his voice, he liked having her wear it, too.

  “I might just keep it.” Hannah winked and then continued on her way to the coffeepot.

  She never reached the counter. Austin had her lying face-down on the small table in a blink of an eye, forcing her to lean over with her feet on the ground. She briefly gave thanks that the table was big enough to hold her, but then quickly got waylaid when Austin’s hand shimmied up her leg. She knew what he’d find the minute his fingers made contact.

  “God, you’re wet,” Austin murmured in her ear. “Grab the edge of the table and don’t let go.”

  “Hmmm,” Hannah hummed. She heard the ripping of foil and, again, felt a tinge of guilt.

  “I want a taste of breakfast first,” Austin said before sinking to his knees.

  Hannah winced, knowing how cold and hard the cabin floor must be, but all thought flew from her mind when his tongue went directly to her clit. She did as he asked and held tight to the table while he feasted on her. It wasn’t slow and deliberate, but rather fast and oh so hot that Hannah couldn’t contain the moan that escaped her lips.

  Austin sucked her clit into his mouth, holding it there with his teeth as he flicked his tongue over the engorged flesh. Right when she was about to go over that cliff, he stopped. She groaned her disappointment, wiggling her hips, wanting more. Instead, Austin licked upward, catching her juices.

  “Now that’s what I call breakfast,” Austin said, stabbing his tongue inside of her. “You taste better than any syrup.”

  “Austin, please,” Hannah pleaded.

  “But I’m not done. I want to taste all of you.”

  Hannah didn’t comprehend what he meant until he started to move upward again. She gasped when his hands parted her buttocks. He wouldn’t lick her there, would he? Sure enough, Austin dragged his tongue up and over her anus. It was such a foreign feeling that, at first, Hannah wasn’t sure she liked it.

  He followed the ring with his tongue, making little circles and starting to awaken all the nerves that had been played with last night. They had removed the plug from her ass before they fell asleep, claiming they wanted her to be comfortable. This wasn’t what she would call comfy, but whatever it was had her so turned on, she was ready to come now.

  “Austin, please do something,” Hannah begged, gripping the table tightly.

  “Ask me nicely,” Austin demanded, dipping his tongue inside what she’d always considered forbidden.

  “Please fuck me, Austin!” Hannah practically screamed those words and wondered if they would wake Wyatt.

  “Anything for you, baby doll.”

  Austin stood and, with no warning, sank himself balls-deep inside of her. Her pussy wept with relief, and she felt her cream slide around him, dripping down her inner thigh. How was it that even though each man was different, they both filled her in a way no one else ever had?

  Austin pulled out his cock, only to ram it in again. Her pussy hit the table, perfectly aligned with her clit. Every time Austin would plunge into her, her clit was stimulated by the wood. His thrusting became faster and faster, until she felt like she was on a roller coaster, climbing that big hill and waiting for the drop.

  Her toes were barely on the floor, and out of nowhere, they started to curl with tingles. The sensation traveled up the inside of her legs, reaching her pussy and causing her to explode. She moaned his name, because she didn’t have enough breath to scream it. When Austin’s rhythm started to break stride, she knew that he, too, had reached his release. She giggled.

  “What’s so funny?” Austin said, trying to sound all stern but letting a chuckle slip past his lips. Her chuckle turned into a groan when he slowly pulled out of her.

  “It’s a good thing I didn’t put my panties on this morning.”

  Hannah laughed when he spun her around to face him. Looking at his disheveled hair and five-o’clock shadow, she figured she could have had him for breakfast. Hmmm, there was still Wyatt.

  “No panties allowed in the cabin,” Austin stated, giving her ass a light tap.

  “And here I thought I was only supposed to follow one rule,” Hannah teased, as she sidled over to the counter while Austin made his way to the bathroom.

  She heard him flush and then the water being run in the sink. She glanced over at the bed, surprised to see that Wyatt hadn’t awakened with all her yelling. She wondered if he always slept this deeply or if she had worn him out last night. Hannah gave another giggle, as she knew that would never happen. She jumped when Austin reappeared and placed a kiss on her neck.

  They quietly worked together, finally getting the grounds to brew into her favorite drink. The enticing smell permeated the cabin, causing Hannah to take a deep breath. Coffee and sex—two of her favorite things.

  “Are we going to finish our conversation from last night?”

  Hannah had just been reaching for the pot to pour them each a cup when his voice stopped her. She closed her hand into a fist, not sure how to get out of this without the help of Wyatt interrupting. Waiting a few seconds, hoping that Wyatt would finally wake up, she finally gave a sigh of defeat. Maybe she could pretend ignorance.

  “What conversation? The one about nipple play? I must admit, it’s a fun concept.” Hannah wasn’t lying when she said that. Who would have thought her nipples could be pleasured to the point she would be begging for him to stop? “Or the stretching? Because that butt plug was pretty big, so I’m pretty sure I’m ready.”

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Austin said, reaching around her for the carafe. Taking over her task, he poured each of them a fair amount of coffee before replacing the pot on the burner. “But don’t worry. We’ll get to the nipple- and anal-play topics.”

  “Look, I agreed to come here for a weekend,” Hannah said, taking her mug and turning around to lean against the counter. She was grateful the shirt covered her ass, so the cold granite didn’t touch her skin. “We just aren’t cut out to be long-term. You two still play the field, and I’m just trying to settle into my life here. There shouldn’t be any reason to change any of that. Let’s just enjoy what we have for now.”

  “We haven’t been with anyone in six months, the day we learned you were coming back to town.”

  Hannah looked down at her coffee. What was she supposed to say to that? She knew he wasn’t lying, because Casey had said the same thing yesterday. And if there was one thing the Cahill brothers were known for, it was their honesty. They weren’t the type to lie. But them not sleeping with other wom
an for an extended amount of time really didn’t change anything.

  “What do you want me to say to that, Austin?” Hannah finally looked up. He looked so sexy in just his jeans, the button opened at the top revealing a trail of hair that she would love to follow with her tongue. Bringing her thoughts back to the conversation, she continued, “You want to hear that my not wanting to be with you has nothing to do with you two? Fine. It’s me. I’m not ready to settle down yet.”

  “Why don’t I believe that?”

  A jingle sounded through the air as one of their cell phones rang. Hannah was sure it wasn’t hers, since she had run out of battery before they ever hit the trail. Austin didn’t even blink an eye and kept staring at her as if he expected her to answer his question.

  “Austin, believe what you want. I’m here to enjoy this weekend. If you continue to make a big deal out of nothing, then I’ll have Wyatt saddle up my horse and be on my way.”

  Leaving was the last thing Hannah wanted to do, but she continued to provide her brave front. She wanted to experience more of what they were offering. Hannah had never felt as alive as she had last night. Her body had never felt the things they made her feel. She craved more.

  “Is someone going to get that?” Wyatt asked, his voice muffled by the pillow.

  Hannah was glad that Wyatt hadn’t heard what they had been speaking about. She didn’t think she could handle two of them asking her questions about something she couldn’t answer. She would never truly answer them, refusing to see the pity on their faces. She wanted to remember their desire.

  “I think it’s your phone, Wyatt,” Hannah answered, finally lifting up her mug to take her first sip. It didn’t give her any of the satisfaction she normally derived from the enticing flavor, as Austin was staring at her with his lips pursed in irritation.

  Hannah glanced toward the bed, seeing Wyatt leaning over the side, rummaging through his jeans. He found the small device and answered with a grunt. All of her attention turned to his conversation when she saw him sit straight up, wiping his other hand down his face.