Night Rogues [Night 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

  He growled, his hands clenching on hers. “You’re under my skin. I’m going to get under yours.”

  A shiver of delight went through her at his harsh, almost furious tone, a shiver that continued when he lowered his head again and ran his lips over her belly.

  Her stomach muscles tightened under his mouth, quivering beneath his lips and tongue as his hot mouth moved lower.

  He pressed his mouth against her hip, releasing her hands to slide his own down her side. His fingers flexed as though testing the resiliency of her skin, leaving a trail of sizzling heat from her breast to her waist. “Silky smooth. Hell, you even smell sweet. What the fuck are you doing to me?” The confusion in his tone made her smile.

  Even in that she wasn’t alone.

  In a soothing gesture she hadn’t even known herself capable of, she threaded her fingers into his hair and began to massage.

  “I think it’s the same thing you’re doing to me. I don’t even know myself, Ian.”

  He placed openmouthed kisses against her abdomen. “I’ve never been this way with a woman before. I’ve never met a woman who excites me the way you do. You even taste sweet. So soft. You’re driving me crazy. I’ve got to taste you.”

  Lifting his head, he gave her a wicked smile. “Not enough to make you come. Not yet.”

  Serena gasped, her body trembling in expectation. “Ian!”

  Instinctively tightening her thighs, she pushed against his shoulders in an effort to close her legs, crying out when the flat of his tongue slid through her slit.

  “Oh, God. Ian!” She pushed again, her body sliding an inch or two higher before he growled and gripped her thighs, pulling her back against him.

  Holding her to him, he stabbed his tongue into her pussy, his groans vibrating against her slit. He licked her pussy and clit with a hunger that astounded her, easily overcoming her struggles as she tried to escape such intense pleasure.

  Her clit tingled hotter with every stroke of his tongue, her pussy clenching each time he slid his tongue into her. Her thighs trembled under his hands, shaking even harder when he slid his hands under them, gripping her knees to hold them high and wide, leaving her totally exposed.

  She bit her lip in an effort to hold back her cries, but the pleasure couldn’t be contained. “Ian, please. Take me. Don’t do this. Don’t tease me this way.”

  “Baby, I haven’t even begun to tease you.” Lowering his head, he ran his tongue through her slit again, this time running the tip of it over her puckered opening. “I haven’t begun to torture you the way you’ve tortured me. I’ve been hard for you since the moment I met you.”

  She froze, stunned at his decadent caress. When his tongue circled her forbidden opening, she cried out, fighting to get out of his hold. “Ian! Stop. You can’t do that.”

  She cried out when he did it again, groaning in her throat when he lifted her legs higher, and exposing her even more.

  Shocked at the heightened awareness that grew stronger with every slide of his tongue, she fought to get away from him, stopping abruptly when he slapped the flat of his hand on her clit, the sensation so sharp, she didn’t know if it was pleasure, pain, or a combination of both.

  “Oh! Oh, God! Ian.” Sizzling heat raced over her clit, the sharp tingling making her frantic for release. “Damn it! Stop playing with me.”

  Lifting his head, he held her steady, staring down at her slit. “Not a fucking chance in hell.”

  He flicked a glance at her before staring down at her slit again, transferring both knees to one hand and pushing them higher. Running his fingers from her clit to her pussy and lower, he teased her bottom hole with his slick fingers and spreading her juices around it, grinning wickedly at her struggles.

  “With you, I don’t have to pretend, do I? No secrets, baby. No hiding who we are. It’s all right out in the open, isn’t it, Serena? Everything we are.”

  With another low growl, he flipped her to her belly and straddled her hips, holding her down as he threw off his shirt.

  His lips moved over her back, licking, kissing, and nibbling his way to her shoulder as he moved off of her, sending sharp tongues of pleasure licking at her everywhere. A rustle of clothing later, the bed dipped, and his big body, naked, hard, hot, covered hers, his cock, like iron, pressing at the back of her thigh.

  He moved her hair aside, letting the strands run through his fingers and making even her scalp tingle. “After seeing you in Alastair’s bed, all I could think about was having you in mine.” Scraping his teeth over her shoulder, he once again laced her fingers with his, lifting her arms above her head as he pressed his cock against her bottom.

  “And now that I have you here, you’re not getting away from me until I know every inch of you. I’m going to fuck you, baby, until you scream.”

  Shaking uncontrollably, Serena gasped when he used his muscular thighs to part hers, moaning at the feel of the insistent press of his cock against her slit. Tightening the cheeks of her bottom, she rocked her hips, moaning at the friction of his cock against her slit. She couldn’t deny the thrill of being restrained, the excitement of the erotic way he handled her. “Ian, I want to touch you.”

  Ian groaned, rubbing his cock against her bottom and releasing her hands to slide his down her sides.

  “No. Next time. If I felt your soft hands on me now, I’d explode.” His gravelly voice danced over her skin like little vibrations, the erotic caress of it setting off showers of sparks everywhere.

  Gripping the sheets, she squirmed against him as much as she could, her pussy clenching helplessly with the need to be filled. “Please, Ian.” She needed him inside her as much as she needed her next breath.

  Slipping a large, firm hand under her, he lifted her hips, rising to kneel between her thighs. Pressing a hand between her shoulder blades to keep her head on the pillow, he lifted her ass high in the air.

  “I’m going to please you, Serena. I’m going to please you until you scream.”

  He kept her thighs parted with his muscular ones as he rolled on a condom. Chuckling when she lifted her head to turn and watch him, he pushed her back down. “Stay where I put you. I like seeing this ass high in the air.” His hands gripped her hips, lifting them even higher.

  Her soaked slit, spread and vulnerable, tingled hotly with the need for attention. She barely had a chance to suck in a breath before his cock plunged deep inside her, the shock of it stunning a cry from her. Pressing her hands flat against the headboard, she gulped in as much air as she could, wild with pleasure. She wanted to see him, to see the hunger for her in his eyes, but he held her in a way that made it impossible to see him—only feel him.

  Everywhere.

  God, she felt him.

  In this position, his cock seemed to go impossibly deep, and with his hand on her hips controlling her movements and position, she had no way to change the depth or angle of his thrusts.

  In this position, she couldn’t do anything but surrender to his strength. Unable to see him, she couldn’t anticipate him at all.

  He took what he wanted, fucking her with slow, deep thrusts, possessive thrusts that branded her as his.

  “Ian, oh God!”

  His firm hands kept her in place for his thrusts, his grip on her hips making it impossible to move. His harsh groans washed over her, each deeper and lower than the last. “You’re so fucking tight. So hot. So soft. I didn’t even know I wanted someone like you, but it’s like you were made for me. That’s it, push back against me. That’s good. I love the feel of your soft pussy clamping down on me. Yes, fuck, yes!” Wrapping a hand in her hair, he pulled her head back in a primitive gesture that added a dark eroticism that tightened her stomach and made her clit pulse. “Yes. Underneath that cool exterior you show the rest of the world, there’s a passionate woman with hungers that have been suppressed too long. No more. You need a man who can satisfy those hungers, and show you things about yourself you’ve never dreamed.” He thrust deep and withdrew almost all
the way before thrusting deep again and again.

  Digging at a spot inside her, he groaned and gripped her hips again.

  “You need a man who isn’t afraid of all that passion. A man who’s not going to let you fucking hide.”

  Serena threw her head back, arching as Ian’s hand came around her to settle low on her abdomen. Moaning when he parted her folds, she barely had a chance to suck in another breath when his fingers slid over her soaked clit.

  “Yeah, nice and wet for me, isn’t it. Soak my fingers good, babe. You liked when I slapped your clit, didn’t you? We’re going to play more games like that. Yes, that’s it. Come for me. I want to feel this tight pussy milk me.”

  Serena cried out again and again, her system so bombarded with sensation that she couldn’t tell one from another. They blended together, each feeding off the others until she burned everywhere.

  The raw sexuality in his promises and demands gave him an even stronger commanding presence than ever, accentuating her own feminine vulnerability, and made her want to please him. She wanted—needed—to satisfy his hunger every bit as much as he wanted to satisfy hers.

  Her cries grew more desperate as the tingling began to take over, touching every part of her, until even Ian’s lightest touch seemed too sharp to bear.

  Even the feel of his hands over her back sent tingles to her clit and nipples, creating waves of rippling pleasure that made her breath hitch. His hands dug into her hips, holding her steady for his thrusts, his breathing becoming almost as ragged as her own.

  He began to thrust harder, his groans deeper. “So fucking hot. That slap to your clit make it burn, babe? I’ll bet it’s nice and swollen and begging for attention.” Sliding his hand under her, he paused to caress her abdomen before slipping his fingers lower to cover her mound.

  “Admit it. You liked that little spank to your clit, didn’t you? Fuck, you feel so good. Say it, Serena.” Parting her folds, he slowed his thrusts, teasing her mercilessly.

  Serena buried her face in the pillow and groaned, her toes curling against his legs. Whimpering, she clamped down on his cock, her hips rocking of their own volition as the need to come became unbearable.

  “Move, damn you!”

  Ian surged deep and chuckled, a strained sound full of sexual tension. “You’re not exactly in any position to make demands.”

  With a move she couldn’t have anticipated, Ian wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her back against him, dropping down and setting her on his lap. “God, woman. I want you constantly.”

  Impaled on his cock, and held there by the strong arm around her waist, Serena dropped her head back against his shoulder, moaning helplessly.

  “Ian, oh God!”

  Her thighs, spread wide, trembled, her stomach muscles quivering under the hand he moved over her abdomen. She couldn’t stop clenching on his cock, amazed at how hard and thick it felt, stunned at how deep it was.

  Every movement she made shifted his cock inside her, the pleasure eliciting even more cries from her. Frantic for release, she couldn’t stop moving, couldn’t stop moaning and crying out, her cries no longer surprising her.

  She felt naughty and wild, a passionate woman she barely recognized.

  She shivered when Ian’s lips moved over her shoulder.

  “I’ll bet you need some attention to that swollen clit, don’t you?” With no warning at all, he slapped her clit again, his hold tightening when she jerked and moaned. “Oh, no. You’re not getting away from me.”

  Her clit throbbed harder, the sharp sensation making her buck on his lap in an effort to get some relief.

  It felt even more swollen, the tingling bordering on agony. “Ian! I can’t stand it.”

  Gripping his forearm, she rocked on his lap, whimpering at the intense pleasure of being held on the brink of orgasm, but unable to go over.

  Every erogenous zone came alive, burning and making it impossible to be still. She tried to reach for her clit to end the agony, but Ian caught her hand in his and pushed it away.

  “No.” Covering her mound with his hand, he blocked her efforts to reach her clit, holding her still when she fought him.

  “Easy, babe. I’ll take care of you. You really are a wild little thing, aren’t you?”

  His fingers moved over her clit again, the fast motion sending her straight to the edge and over. Using his other hand to hold her steady, he tapped her clit, the too-sharp sensation making her cry out and jolt. “Yeah, you like that. Keep coming, babe.”

  The heat that exploded in her clit continued to ripple throughout her body in waves of tingling heat. “Ah! Oh. Oh. Ian!” She lurched forward, her moans harsh and louder as she fought to pull his hand from her clit, the sensation too intense and sharp to bear.

  Her hair came forward, and she was thankful for the curtain it provided.

  She’d never felt so amazingly sexual before and found herself self-conscious at the intimacy in letting Ian see her this way. Draped over his arm, she moved against him, crying out at the shift of his cock inside her every time she jolted.

  Ian groaned, stroking her clit harder and thrusting into her while fisting his hand in her hair to pull her head back, turning her face to the side toward his.

  “Don’t you dare try to fucking hide from me.”

  Alastair’s soft chuckle came from behind her and to her left. “Well, dear brother, if you’re going to fuck a woman so she can’t see your face, you’re not going to be able to see hers.”

  “Fuck you. That’s it, babe. Come again for me.”

  Crying out, she gripped his arm, her breath catching when Alastair slid his hand over her breast, his fingers teasing a nipple.

  “God, you look so fucking beautiful when you come.”

  Ian groaned. “You’re just in time to watch her come again.” Releasing her clit and her hair, he pushed her back to her knees and ran both hands up and down her spine. “Aren’t you, babe?”

  Still trembling and coming down from her orgasm, she swallowed heavily and turned her head, staring straight into Alastair’s eyes, struck by the emotion darkening them.

  “Too good. No more.”

  Alastair smiled. “I don’t know how you could ever think we could let you go.”

  Ian thrust deep, his hands moving down to her hips again. “She’s not going anywhere.”

  Shuddering, she struggled to get enough air into her lungs, her pussy still rippling around his cock as he began to thrust again. “Yes. It’s fate. I can’t fight it. But, no more. I can’t come again.”

  Ian slapped her ass. “Wanna bet?”

  Alarmed now, Serena froze. She couldn’t believe he’d actually done something so arrogant and overbearing, and she sure as hell couldn’t understand how something that alarmed her could also excite her so much.

  His grip and ragged breathing told her his dominance excited him just as much, telling her she had a hell of a lot more to learn about her lover.

  The raw sexuality stunned her, but her own reaction to it surprised her even more.

  Fisting her hands in the bedding, she moaned as the warmth from his slap radiated outward, the most decadent heat spreading to her slit. Her pussy clenched, releasing more of her juices, her clit swelling at the sizzling heat.

  To her intense embarrassment, her bottom hole began to tingle, the need for attention there so shocking, she clenched there before she could stop herself.

  Stretching out beside her, Alastair propped his head on his hand, using the other to smooth her hair back from her face.

  “You should see the shocked look on her face, Ian. What’s the matter, darling? Never played a little rough before? Sex isn’t always gentle, Serena.”

  Embarrassed at her response, Serena tried to turn away from Alastair’s searching look, but he fisted a hand in her hair, preventing it. She bit her lip to hold back her cry when Ian withdrew almost all the way, her face burning hotter when he slapped the other cheek of her ass.

  She couldn’t hold
back her cries, cries that poured from her as the sting hit at the same time he thrust deep again.

  It felt so good. Too good.

  She didn’t feel like herself at all, becoming a wild and uninhibited woman with a hunger that couldn’t be denied.

  “Oh, God. I can’t believe the way you make me feel.”

  Her words came out on a desperate, drawn-out moan, the wickedness of Ian’s firm hands moving over her, and in Alastair’s eyes sucking her deeper into a world of carnal lust made it impossible to hold back anything from them.

  Alastair’s hooded eyes gleamed with something intensely sexual and possessive, a look that he hadn’t had when they’d had sex before.

  “There’s a passionate woman underneath that cool demeanor. Neither one of us is going to let you hide yourself from us, the way you hide from everyone else. Let go, Serena. We can be ourselves here.”

  Ian rubbed his hands over her ass, spreading the heat from his stinging slaps, his thumbs moving dangerously close to her puckered opening.

  Sucking in a breath, Serena gulped in air, shaking with the effort it cost her to remain still. Her bottom hole tingled, making it nearly impossible for her to resist moving her ass to brush the tingling flesh against his fingers.

  Sliding a hand under her, Alastair caressed a breast, his fingers like magic on her nipple. Although he spoke to his brother, his eyes never left hers.

  “Go ahead, Ian. I’ve got her.”

  Reaching under her, Ian danced his fingers over her folds, sliding them over her swollen clit just often enough to send her closer to the edge without letting her go over, apparently spurred on by her hoarse cries. He chuckled hoarsely and tapped her clit once before releasing it, leaving her writhing in agony.

  “She’s ready. Give me the lube.”

  Serena kicked her feet, wanting more of the incredible slide of his fingers, pushing back against him to get him to move faster.

  “Lube?” She was soaking wet already.

  Ian’s hands left her briefly, returning again to hold her hips in place for his smooth thrusts.

  “Yes, lube. Let’s see how far we can push that passion.”