Jordan, Olivia - A Bride for Two Studs [Male Order, Texas] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Olivia Jordan

  Their drinks arrived almost immediately, and Carissa restricted herself to dainty sips, not wanting to have any more choking incidents. She was glad to have something to focus on, because an awkward silence had descended over the booth. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore.

  “I just want to say again that I’m really sorry for running out on you guys last night. I totally freaked out.”

  “I already said that you don’t have to apologize.” Perry smiled and placed his hand on hers.

  “I just want to explain myself.”

  “You don’t owe us an explanation, either.”

  “I want to give one, though. Look, last year, I fell for the wrong guy. I caught Mark cheating on me with a participant in our research study. When I told a professor about it, Mark said I was the one who had gotten involved. Our professor couldn’t prove it either way, so we both failed the project. Mark and I have long since split up, of course, but I’ve spent the past year trying to reclaim my stellar academic reputation.”

  “You freaked out because you knew getting involved with us would interfere with that, right?” Carissa could hear that Perry was trying to be supportive, but he was obviously struggling to hide the disappointment in his voice. “I understand. We both do. We won’t bug you anymore. The last thing either of us wants is to ruin your career.”

  “No, it doesn’t have to be that way at all.”

  Perry’s face perked up. “Really?”

  “While I appreciate the help and insight you’ve given me, please consider yourselves exempt from future research. We will not be rescheduling that interview.”

  “That’s such great news,” Perry murmured, leaning in to kiss Carissa, letting heat flow between their lips and settle in their groins. When they pulled apart, she turned to kiss Del and felt the same effect. Just as Del tried to slide his hand up her skirt, the waiter arrived with their food.

  They went silent again for a few minutes as all three of them dug into their food, relishing their meals. But even the amazing cuisine couldn’t turn them away from each other. Now that they were free to do what they wanted, they didn’t want to wait, not even for a high-class steak dinner. Draining the last of his wine, Del turned to Carissa and placed nibbles along her earlobe. Perry followed suit, gently biting her neck and collarbone.

  Carissa couldn’t hold back anymore. Despite her fears, despite the intellectual part of her brain telling her she was making a terrible mistake, she had no choice but to give in to what her body and heart wanted. She reached out to each side, stroking up and down both of their thighs.

  “You’re sure about this?” Perry asked, taking her hand.

  “Yes.”

  He leaned forward and kissed her while Del snaked his hands up her body to play with her breasts. Reaching into her dress and under her bra, he pinched both of her nipples. She gasped and pulled away from Perry, and then her lips and tongue mingled with Del’s. Perry reached up inside her dress and pushed aside her panties to find her already wet and waiting. As Del’s mouth roamed Carissa’s body, nipping at her neck and earlobes, Perry placed a thumb on her clit, holding it there until it pulsed with such insistence that Carissa couldn’t resist letting a low moan escape her lips.

  Perry wasn’t afraid of indiscretion and began to work her clit. Del kept kissing her and returned his hands to her breasts. Carissa rolled her head back against the soft leather of her seat, trying to keep from shrieking as stimulation hit her from all directions. When the pleasure overwhelmed her, she couldn’t keep from moaning as the electricity shot from her clit all the way down to her feet, all the way through her hands, all the way out through the top of her head.

  “I hate to put a halt to things,” Carissa said, trying to catch her breath. “But could we perhaps go somewhere a little more private?

  She saw Del smile at Perry over her head. “Your place or mine?” Del asked.

  “My place this time. Let me pay for dinner, since you got the drinks a few nights ago.” Perry took out his wallet, and Carissa tried not to gasp at the large denominations of bills folded up inside.

  “That should cover it,” Perry said, laying some bills on the table. “Come on, let’s go.”

  They hurried into Del’s Jaguar, Carissa taking the back seat again. This time, she balanced herself in the middle and slid her hands between the seats. Her seatbelt gave her just enough leeway to stroke their chests and necks. She even managed to brush her fingers up and down their thighs a few times.

  “I can’t wait to get out of this car and find out what you can really do to me,” Dell murmured, glancing back at her.

  “Eyes on the road,” Carissa admonished.

  “Yeah, man, we’re not going to be able to enjoy any of this if we’re dead.”

  Del smiled and turned back toward the windshield. Carissa continued to fondle and stroke her men, her own pussy getting hotter and wetter with each brush of her fingers.

  By the time they pulled into the driveway, she wanted to simply hop up on the hood of the car and beg them to fuck her right then and there, regardless of whether or not the neighbors would see. Perry, however, seemed to be all propriety as usual, and hurried out of the car to unlock the door.

  Carissa barely made it into the house before Perry’s and Del’s hands were all over her. She braced herself and closed her eyes, not caring who was touching her where, just enjoying the sensation of four strong hands running down her thighs, around her waist, across her neck, over her breasts. She reveled in the feeling of four lips speckling her shoulders, her collarbone, and her jaw line with kisses. She didn’t open her eyes until someone’s arms lifted her up. She found herself secure in Perry’s grasp with Del’s fingers playing with her hair. Perry carried her off to the bedroom.

  Perry set her down and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Carissa stepped out of her shoes and settled on the edge of the bed, arching her back to push her breasts forward and strike an alluring pose.

  “I’m not going to be the only one in underwear around here. Why don’t you both take a few things off for me? Start with your ties.”

  Del, always eager, hurried out of his jacket, tie, and belt before Perry let his own tie flutter to the floor.

  “You’re not a very good listener, Del,” Carissa chided. “I said I wanted you to just take your ties off. You’ve jumped the gun a bit.”

  “Is that a problem?”

  “Not necessarily, but it does give me cause for concern. How do I know you’re not going to jump the gun when you’re inside me?”

  Del tried to hide a blush, but Carissa could see twinges of red threatening to burst out on his cheeks. “I promise that will never happen. I always leave my lovers satisfied.”

  “Then you’re going to have to satisfy me to prove it.”

  “How would you like me to do that?”

  “Go down on me.”

  Del dropped to his knees in front of the bed, grabbed her panties with the tips of his fingers, and slid them off with one quick motion. He placed the tip of his tongue on her clit and held it there for a moment before flicking it in tiny strokes. When Carissa gasped, Del pulled away and ran his tongue up and down her slit, featherlight at first, then faster and harder, before delving back to her clit. Carissa gripped Del’s shoulders for balance, her nails digging into his skin.

  “Perry,” she gasped through the pleasure. “I want to watch you strip.”

  Perry slid his jacket to the floor, and then turned around in a circle to give Carissa a view of his elegantly clad body. Then he began to unbutton his shirt, taking his time to let the fabric fall open and expose hints of his toned abs and chest. Carissa smiled, certain that she was finally going to get to see him shirtless, but then he flashed an impish grin and started to close the buttons again.

  “No!”

  Del immediately pulled away, looking nervous. “Did I hurt you?”

  “You’re amazing. Your friend here seems intent on teasing me, though.”

 
Del grinned. “You know you like it.”

  “I’d rather see him naked.”

  “Just enjoy yourself.” Del looked over his shoulder, flashed a wink at his friend, and dove back between Carissa’s thighs. This time, he slid his tongue into her cunt, occasionally pulling away to nip her swollen lips before pushing back in.

  Finally, Perry unbuttoned his shirt and slid it down to join his jacket.

  “You’re beautiful,” she gasped just as Del’s tongue gave a particularly forceful jab that sent miniature sparks throughout her cunt.

  “You haven’t even seen the best part.”

  Perry eased open his belt buckle, drawing it out of his belt loops and running the dark leather across his muscular chest before tossing it aside. Then he let his pants drop to the floor, stepping out of them to reveal a substantial bulge in his underwear.

  “Yes,” Carissa whispered, her orgasm starting to build as Del’s tongue thrust inside her and Perry’s cock hardened beneath the thin cotton fabric.

  “You want to see my cock?” Perry slid his thumbs into his shorts.

  “Yes, please.”

  Perry slid his boxers down so the head of his cock popped out, but then pulled them back up. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  “Yes!”

  This time, Perry pulled his shorts farther down, and she got almost a full glimpse of his erection before he slid them back up again.

  “Are you really sure?”

  “Yes!”

  With the final exclamation, Carissa’s orgasm overtook her, and she let out a scream as the tremors coursed through her body and Perry finally dropped his shorts for good.

  “That was amazing,” she gasped, flopping backwards on the bed.

  “I hope you’re not tired out already,” Del said, standing up. “We’ve only just begun.”

  Perry slid onto the bed and Carissa sat up, settling her head on his chest and feeling his erection press into the small of her back. “You have another performance to watch, after all.”

  Del stood up and slowly began to remove his clothes, though he had a bit more of a flair for the dramatic. Although there was no music, he turned his striptease into an actual dance, throwing slightly uncoordinated shimmies and leg kicks into the mix. After he removed each article of clothing, he swirled it over his head like a lasso before throwing it off to the side of the room. Carissa couldn’t help but laugh and was surprised to find that his silly antics were arousing. She was starting to like his sense of humor.

  As Del stripped, Perry unhooked Carissa’s bra and began to play with her nipples. As Del spun and gyrated and threw off his clothing, Perry pinched and tweaked and twisted. Just as Del was slowly beginning to remove his boxer briefs, Carissa’s whole body contracted, and a small orgasm burst through her body. She leaned back into Perry for support, enjoying the sight of yet another magnificent cock as sparks of pleasure ricocheted through her muscles.

  Perry moved out from behind Carissa and lowered her onto the bed. He slid a finger up inside her, stroking her walls and inner muscles, before sliding a second in, fondling her G-spot with an achingly slow pace. Del joined them and began teasing her inner thighs with his fingertips, running all the way down to her knees before scurrying his hands back up again and then sliding back down. Then he began to explore the soft folds of her cunt, massaging the soft lips, making her whole pelvis tense up from the stimulation. Then, she felt something completely unexpected. Del’s fingertip snaked beyond her pussy, all the way up to press against her asshole. She was so surprised that she jerked with shock.

  “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Del asked.

  “No, not at all! I mean, no, you didn’t hurt me. I’m definitely okay. I was just surprised. I wasn’t anticipating that.”

  “What, do you think us rich boys are too uptight for something like that?” Perry winked to put her at ease.

  “No, I mean…well, nobody has ever…I’ve never felt that before.”

  “Oh, really? I thought you academic types were all secretly sluts who had tried anything and everything.”

  “I think you’re confusing academic stereotypes with librarian stereotypes.”

  “Still, would you like to experience more of it?” Del asked.

  “If the rest of it feels half as amazing as just your finger, then yes.”

  Del grinned. “Awesome. Just let us know if it ever gets to be too intense for you, okay?”

  “Of course.”

  Perry handed Del a bottle of lube from inside the dresser, and Del slicked up his hand. Perry returned his attention to Carissa’s cunt, teasing at her clit and thighs, not wanting to distract her from the new sensations that Del planned to offer. Once he was ready, Del pressed his finger back up to her asshole, working in slow circles.

  “More,” she gasped.

  * * * *

  Del slid a finger in, stopping at the second knuckle joint. “Is this good?”

  “More.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  Del slid his finger in a little deeper, and Carissa sucked in her breath.

  “Everything okay?” he asked.

  “Okay? This feels fucking fantastic. I want more.”

  Del slid his finger all the way in and marveled at the way her muscles contracted around him. He began to work his finger in and out, first in halting motions, speeding up only when her muscles started to relax. When Carissa started to moan, Perry got more involved, putting direct pressure on her clit, scratching the insides of her thighs. Taking their timing cues from each other, they gradually increased their respective paces until Carissa was thrashing so hard that Del was afraid she might injure herself. Instead, she let out a howl, her muscles clenching their fingers even harder than they had before. Del’s cock got even stiffer as he imagined what it would be like to feel her clench down on it.

  “That was amazing. I want more.”

  “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

  “Yes I am, and I demand more. Right now.”

  “As you wish, my lady.” Del slicked up another finger and slid it directly into Carissa’s ass.

  “Yes!” she moaned.

  As Del worked both fingers inside of her, Perry slid a finger inside her cunt, keeping another pressed down on her clit. Again, they based their pacing on each other’s movements, not wanting to overwhelm Carissa and put her out of commission for the rest of the night. It seemed that their fear was unwarranted, though, because within minutes, she had thrown her head back against Perry’s shoulder and was screaming.

  “Oh my…fuck. Yes, yes, yes.”

  As the orgasm abated, she went limp.

  “You okay there, sweetheart?” Perry asked, brushing her sweaty hair out of her face.

  “I feel better than I ever have in my life. I’m beginning to feel like I really am being a greedy lover, though. I think it’s time for the two of you to get off.”

  Turning around, she pushed Perry down on the bed and straddled him. She grabbed his cock and gave it six hard, quick strokes before she slid him inside her. Del was so turned on by the sight that he had to restrain himself from coming on the spot.

  Del slicked up his cock and grabbed Carissa’s hips from behind. With a gentle touch, he leaned her forward, until she was presenting her ass to him. Kneeling on the bed, he placed the tip of his cock right up against her hole.

  “You ready, babe?”

  “I’ve been ready.”

  Del didn’t need any further encouragement. He slid in, slowly at first, his body trembling as her ass took his cock in and clenched down around him.

  “Goddamn, you feel amazing,” Del moaned. “Doesn’t she feel amazing, Perry?”

  “You’re fucking right, she does.”

  They let Carissa set the pace this time. Del timed his thrusts into her with the way she rode Perry. After just a few minutes of her frenzied up-and-down movements, he gripped her hips a little tighter.

  “Slow down just a little bit. W
e want to be able to last for you.”

  Carissa complied almost too well. For a moment, she completely stopped, before finally starting to move with movements so tiny and precise that Del could barely feel them.

  “I didn’t mean quite that slow,” he said, playfully pulling on her hair.

  “That’s not how it works with me,” she whispered. “I ride hard, or I don’t ride at all.”

  “Then ride hard, baby.”

  Carissa returned to her almost-frantic pace, and Del held on as long as he could before the tightness and the quickness overwhelmed him.

  “I–I can’t last anymore,” he gasped.

  “Me neither,” Perry groaned.

  “I want you to come for me, right now,” Carissa demanded. “Do it. Come in me.”

  With simultaneous groans, both men exploded into her. As his cock gave one final sputter, Del’s thigh muscles gave out, and he collapsed on Carissa’s back as he slid out of her. The weight caused her to fall on top of Perry’s chest.

  “Mmm, I think I like this configuration,” she murmured. “Although I don’t think I can breathe in this position for very long.”

  Del rolled off to the side and pulled Carissa off Perry so that she was snuggled in between them. Perry reached for the light, and they started drifting off.

  “You’re beautiful,” Del whispered right before he fell asleep.

  “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

  “I never mean it with them the way I mean it with you.”

  * * * *

  Carissa wanted to ask for an explanation, but Del was already snoring by the time she got up the courage to say something. She lay awake for another hour, ecstatic yet unsettled.

  Chapter 6

  Carissa woke up the next morning sandwiched between both of her lovers. Her body immediately started to tingle as she felt the warmth of their skin on hers and recalled the amazing night they had shared. Intent on giving herself another jolt of pleasure, she carefully eased her hand down towards her clit. Another strong hand grabbed hers before she had a chance to touch herself.

  “Were you really going to pleasure yourself without giving us a chance to join in?” Del whispered.