Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  She raised her arms and wrapped them round Troy’s neck. “Stay with me now. I’m horny again.”

  The guys exchanged an amused glance. “So are we, babe, but anticipation is half the fun.”

  “Anticipation sucks!”

  “So do you,” Troy said, kissing her. “Damned well, too. I’m betting these two can’t wait to find out just how well.”

  “Damned right,” Beck agreed.

  “They don’t have to wait.”

  “Don’t argue with your masters,” Troy said, tapping her thigh through the covers. “When it comes to fucking, we call the shots.”

  “Hmm.” She wriggled down beneath the covers. “You shoot good and deep, too. Oh well, if you won’t help me out.”

  With a dramatic flourish, she threw the covers back, spread her legs, bent her knees, and went to work with her fingers. All three guys groaned as they watched her sink them deep inside her waxed pussy and ride against them.

  “You realize,” Troy said, his voice thick and hungry, “that this will get you punished.”

  She blew him a kiss. “That’s the general idea.”

  “What are you think about while you finger fuck?” Beck asked.

  “I’m thinking about the feel of your fat cock inside my cunt,” she responded, increasing the pace of her fingers. “I’m thinking about Adam’s shaft ramming into my ass, and I’m savouring the taste of Troy’s gorgeous prick fucking my mouth.”

  “Jesus!” Beck ran a hand through his tousled hair. “What have we got ourselves here?”

  “I’m real close to coming, guys. Sure one of you doesn’t want to help me out here? I really like having my pussy sucked, just so you know.” She glanced at them, all still naked, all three of them with massive cocks standing rigidly to attention. It was a sign of their discipline that when Troy shook his head, no one moved. “Okay, suit yourselves.” Her entire hand disappeared inside her pussy and her hips rotated against it at a frenetic pace. “Here it comes. Arghhhh! Geez, that feels good.”

  Porcha’s body stilled when the tremors finally ceased. She removed her hand and waved it in the air. “Anyone want to taste me?”

  Beck groaned but manfully resisted the temptation.

  “Go to sleep!” Troy pulled the covers right up over her. “We’ll talk about your punishment tomorrow.”

  “Good night,” she said sweetly, turning on her side and offering them a sultry smile. “I get the impression that I shall sleep a whole lot better than you three.”

  “Damned right,” Beck grumbled as they closed the door on her. “Since when did a sub get to run the show?”

  “Since the lovely Porcha came into our lives,” she heard Troy say. “I don’t know about you guys, but no matter how disobedient she becomes, I’m not about to evict her from it any time soon.”

  “Me neither,” Adam said. “There’s just something about her.”

  “Yeah,” Beck agreed, their voices fading as they made for their own rooms. “She’s more than enough for me.”

  Chapter Seven

  Beck was alone in the living room when Porcha emerged the following morning. She was wearing a tight pair of white shorts and a pretty pink top. Beck wanted to tell her that she needn’t have bothered. Anything she wore in this house was never going to stay on her for long.

  “Hey,” he said, getting up to kiss her lips. “Sleep well?”

  “Like a dream. Where is everyone?”

  “Adam’s running errands, and Troy’s in the gym.”

  “The gym?”

  “We have one in the basement behind the garage.” He patted his naked torso, giving her a graphic reminder of the impressive six-packs they all sported. “How do you think we maintain our beautiful bodies?”

  Porcha laughed. “The same way you keep your modesty in check, I imagine.”

  “What, we have something to be modest about?” He gaped at her. “You sure know how to wound.”

  “Someone has to keep your collective egos in check.”

  “Yeah, babe,” he said, pinching her cheek. “But that someone sure as hell ain’t you.”

  “Really?” She flashed what he guessed was supposed to be a deliberately flirtatious glance. “Then what am I doing here?”

  He growled at her and bit her neck. “Like you don’t already know the answer to that one. Want some breakfast?”

  “Just fruit and coffee will be fine.” She headed for the kitchen. “I’ll help myself.”

  “What happens now?” she asked, wandering back into the living room, a half-drunk mug of coffee in her hand.

  “About your situation?” Beck shrugged. “Let’s wait until the boss joins us. I dare say he has a cunning plan already figured out.”

  “How do you spend your time between assignments?” she asked. “I gather Adam enjoys his kitchen and Troy has his computers. What about you?”

  “Oh, I’m into wheels. Unlike Adam, I didn’t come from a privileged background. I was stealing cars before I was old enough to see over the steering wheels and drive them away because that’s what big men did.” He shrugged. “I guess I’ve always been a speed junkie.”

  “Didn’t that land you in trouble with the law? ‘Grand theft auto’ they call it on this side of the pond, don’t they?”

  “Yes, they do, and yes, it could have. Fortunately, I joined the army before it got out of control, got into a brawl with Troy over something stupid, and that’s why you see me here today.”

  “You and Troy hit it off straightaway?”

  “We hit each other straightaway,” Beck said, laughing at the memory. “Over a woman, I think it was.”

  Porcha rolled her eyes. “Figures.”

  “The next day he sought me out to apologise. Not that he had anything to apologise for.” He flashed her a grin. “Boys will be boys. Anyway, we got chatting, found we got along, and have been buddies ever since.”

  “I see.” Porcha put her cup down, wandered over to the window, and stared out at the sparkling water. “Another lovely day,” she remarked.

  Beck didn’t answer. His gaze was focused on her ass confined in those tight shorts, and he was too busy admiring what he saw to bother with words. He’d spent one hell of a night not sleeping a lot, too wound up by thoughts of their sexy little sub to get any rest. He and the guys had a kind of unspoken agreement not to masturbate anywhere other than the playroom, which meant they never did it in private. It was the sort of control issue that Troy was tough on. His discipline, his ability to wait longer than most people could stand in dangerous situations, had kept them all alive on more than one occasion. It was fun to run that sort of control into their sex games.

  Or had been until this little minx happened into their well-ordered lives and turned them on their asses.

  He walked behind her and wrapped his arms round her tits. Adam went for legs, but Beck was a breast man. Troy…well Troy liked variety and went for the whole package. Beck’s hands sank into the ample flesh, kneading and caressing until she leaned back against him and softly moaned. Her sweet ass agitated his erection, and this time, alone with their tempting little sub, he had no intention of holding back.

  “Take your shorts off,” he said gruffly, “and submit to me.”

  Without hesitation she turned to face him, unzipped, and let her shorts fall to the floor. He ran his gaze lazily down the length of her body. She was wearing another of her tiny thongs but didn’t remove it because he hadn’t told her to. That was okay. Beck would fuck her with it on. Her bra, too. He’d pull those big tits out of the cups and torment her nipples while he fucked that sassy ass.

  “Do you wanna be fucked, sugar?”

  “Yes, master.” She licked her lips and then lowered her eyes. “Very much.”

  “Take your top off.”

  When she did so, he wasn’t surprised that her bra matched the thong. She hadn’t brought much stuff with her in the bag she hastily packed, so a lot of it had to have been underwear. Not that it mattered much. One of Adam�
�s errands was to pick her up a load more, but of their choosing this time.

  “Pull your tits out the top,” he said. “I wanna see those big nipples get hard for me.”

  She did as he asked, expectancy and excitement radiating from her expression.

  “Come here.”

  He sat down and pulled her across his knee. “You wanna be spanked?”

  “I want to do whatever it takes to please you.”

  Beck chuckled. “I know you do, babe.” He brought a hand down fairly hard on her backside, at the same time reaching beneath her, pushing the front of her sodden thong aside and finding her clit. “Can you feel my prick pushing into your gut?” When she nodded, he carried on tormenting her with his hands and his voice. “It’s that big ’cause you make me crazy. I wanna fuck you so much that I’m in physical pain. Will you let me fuck you senseless, sweet Porcha?”

  “Yes, sir.” She panted the words. “I need you to do that, if it’ll please you.”

  “I can’t decide whether to fuck your ass, your cunt, or your mouth.” He tilted his head and ran his gaze along the length of her body, trying to decide. “Which would you prefer?”

  “All three.”

  Beck roared with laughter. “I’ll see what I can do.” He spanked her again, harder this time. “Adam’s getting some surprises for you.”

  “What are they?”

  “Well, if I told you that, they wouldn’t be a surprise, would they now?”

  “No, master.”

  “Kneel on the floor.”

  She did so, and Beck shed his shorts. He wasn’t wearing anything else, and his erection sprang free—proud, angry, and pulsating like crazy—as soon as he lowered his zipper.

  “Suck me off, babe.”

  She slid to the floor and attached her lips to his cock, her hand joining the party as she skilfully massaged his testicles and sucked him deeper into her mouth. Fuck it, Troy’s right to say she’s good at this! He didn’t want to think about the bastard who’d taught her or how he’d made her do it in front of his guests just to humiliate her. All he could think about was the cataclysmic climax building deep inside his core.

  Adam didn’t have much to say about the women they played with as a rule, but he’d droned on endlessly about how special Porcha was, right from the moment they first met. That he’d taken matters into his own hands yesterday, instigated matters in the playroom, and spoken so highly of her afterward sealed the deal. Troy had expressed similar opinions after fucking her in Tampa, indicating that they were, as usual, singing from the same song sheet. What would come of their joint obsession, Beck had no idea. The farther she sucked him into her mouth, playfully running her tongue repeatedly over his slit, the harder it was to think about anything else, so he gave up trying.

  Beck placed his hands behind Porcha’s head and pushed himself deeper into her mouth.

  “That’s it, Porcha. Make me come for you.” He ground himself into the back of her throat. “You’re killing me. I’m gonna shoot it any second.” He knocked her hands away from his balls and grabbed the base of his cock. “Shit, here it comes!”

  He fountained an endless stream of semen into her mouth. She drank it down, licking her lips to ensure she hadn’t missed any. All the time her eyes never left his face, as though seeking his approval.

  Beck collapsed, panting, into a chair and pulled her onto his lap. He captured her lips in a deep, drugging kiss, tasting himself as his tongue foraged her mouth with a hunger that seemed to grow sharper the more he got to know her. Her lips softened beneath his as she leaned her glorious tits against him and kissed him back with interest.

  Beck broke the kiss, already hard again.

  “Your ass this time,” he said. “Get on the floor.”

  As soon as she was in position on a rug, he moved behind her, wondering if he ought to get some lube. One finger in her anus was enough to tell him it would be unnecessary.

  “You’re desperate, aren’t you?” he said, kissing her cute butt as he worked another finger into her, making absolutely sure she was ready for him. “You’re the greediest little sub we’ve ever had.”

  “I need you to fuck me,” she said, her voice a strangled moan. “Punish me afterward for asking, but I need you right now.”

  She pushed her ass at him to emphasise her point, and Beck was lost. He shouldn’t allow her to call the shots and ought to punish her by holding back. Tie her hands behind her and make her stand in the corner with lowered head. Bring her to the brink of orgasm and then leave her dangling. Something, anything. Troy would insist if he was here.

  But Troy wasn’t here. He wasn’t the one with a cock that burned for action not five minutes after being sucked off. Beck was damned if he could hold back now. What Troy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

  Beck eased an inch of his cock into her anus.

  “You all right with that?” he asked. “Need any lube?”

  “No, I’m soaking wet already.”

  Beck chuckled. “Yeah, remind me to punish you for that.”

  He eased into her, a task made simple because she kept shoving back to help him. Beck was proud of his dimensions, but Porcha had no trouble at all accommodating him.

  “You love my cock up your ass, don’t you, sugar?”

  “Yes.” She expelled several short, desperate breaths. “Do I have it all?”

  He slammed into her, his balls smashing hard against her ass. “You do now.” Beck groaned. “Like that, do you?”

  “Yes, master. It’s wonderful.”

  Beck reached for her breasts, still hanging from the top of her bra. He pinched the rock-hard nipples until she moaned and then mashed one entire breast between both hands, hard. At the same time he increased the pace of his thrusts into her ass. Porcha screamed as a climax claimed her.

  “Fuck me, Beck. Go deeper. I need to feel you all.”

  “Christ!”

  “Beck, it’s still not enough. I can’t feel you. Just fuck me!”

  He smashed into her, sweating with the speed of his movements as she rode her climax and instigated his own. He came in a gush, sensing a second orgasm sweeping though Porcha as she moved with him, their explosive amalgamation sucking them both completely dry.

  They collapsed in a heap on the rug as a single round of applause rang out. They glanced up and saw Troy standing there, slick from his workout, completely naked, and very aroused.

  “That was quite a performance,” he said.

  “Glad you approve.” Beck grinned as he moved Porcha’s head from his chest and stood up.

  “Troy!” Porcha climbed to her feet as well and kissed his lips. “Do you always work out naked?”

  “Always.”

  “Isn’t it dangerous?”

  “Only if you don’t know what you’re doing. Talking of which, there’s something you could do for me that won’t require any instruction. Wrap your legs round my waist, babe. I’ve got something here that you might enjoy.”

  Arms entwined round his neck, she leapt athletically from the floor and captured his waist with her long legs. Troy supported her beneath her ass and guided her onto his erection. He didn’t lean against a wall to help support her weight, but Beck would have accused him of being a wuss if he had. If they weren’t fit enough to support a little thing like Porcha, who couldn’t weigh more than one twenty max, and fuck her at the same time, then it was time for them to retire.

  “Take it all, babe,” he said, driving into her. “I’ve been anticipating this all the time I’ve been pumping that damned iron.”

  Her exposed nipples rubbed against the hairs on his chest as they moved, driving them both on.

  “You like being fucked off the floor?”

  “Yes, master. It’s a real out-of-body experience.”

  Beck and Troy exchanged a glance. “Well, if you like it so much, I think we have a few gadgets that might make it even better.”

  “Troy, I—”

  “I know, I can feel you closing
in on me.” He grinned over her shoulder at Beck. “Well, if Beck let you break the rules—”

  “How long were you watching?” Beck demanded to know.

  “Long enough.” Troy thrust into her a little harder. “Push down on it, darlin’. Don’t worry, I won’t drop you. Yeah, that’s it.” Troy expelled a long, anguished sigh. “Fuck it, Porcha, you know how to drive a guy crazy.”

  “Take that as a compliment, babe,” Beck advised. “Not many women can make Troy lose his famous control.”

  “This one sure as fuck can.”

  Beck could see her limbs trembling. “She’s about to come, Troy.”

  “Ride it, babe. Go on, it’s all for you. I’m fucking you hard. You like it hard, don’t you? The harder the better, and I’m rock hard right now.” Troy moved his entire pelvis with his next thrust. “Feel that, do you? Take it all, honey. This one’s for you.”

  “Troy!”

  She bit into his shoulder, drawing blood as she jerked and then spasmed on his rigid shaft. Beck noticed her entire body shake as she threw her head back and screamed. Troy bit down on her nipple, presumably in retaliation for her drawing blood, and groaned as he emptied himself into her.

  Troy took his time lowering Porcha into a chair and flopping down next to her. Beck sat on her other side.

  “Well,” Troy said. “That ain’t a bad way to start the day. Beats the hell out of pumping iron, anyway.”

  They all laughed.

  “After a night’s reflection, are you still happy with this arrangement?” Troy asked Porcha. “You haven’t had more than one man at a time before. Sure you can take it?”

  “If you even think about calling a halt I swear I’ll find a way to bring swift and brutal punishments cascading on your head…and other places.”

  “Just checking,” Troy said easily. “Because from now on in, there’s no going softly. You will do as we ask, whenever we ask it. No more relaxing the rules because you’re a rookie.”