Intimate Illusions [The Callens 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  His hand cupped her ass, and her thoughts refocused on what her pussy was doing. He lifted her shirt out of her jeans, and then he slid his palms up her back. His warmth seeped into her skin as his calluses scraped a bit when his hands spanned her back. With a flick, he unhooked her bra and brought his hands to the front to cup her breasts.

  “I love these.”

  His words emboldened her. “You want to see them?”

  His answer was to break the kiss and discard the top. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the material float to the ground.

  “Much better.” He stepped back and slid the straps over her shoulders.

  His eyes seemed to glaze over as he slowly revealed her tits. His mouth gently licked one nipple. The bra fell, and her upper body became totally nude.

  Max stepped back and ran his gaze down her body. “I want you to stand there and let me touch you all over.”

  “I get to reciprocate when you’re done.”

  “We’ll see.”

  Once more he lifted her up and placed her gently on the bed. He tugged off her boots and socks. Next came her jeans. By the time he had her naked, her pussy was sending out waves of perfume into the air. She thought he’d climb onto the bed. Instead, he pulled her to feet.

  “Just stand there.”

  A bit self-conscious, she obeyed. He started with her face. First came the soft touches. The pads of his thumbs traveled across her cheeks, over her lips and chin, and finally down her throat. He alternated with well-placed kisses that held the promise of forever. Nips, touches, and barely brushed lips traveled along her shoulder and down her arms.

  She’d never had a more erotic experience. Willing him to touch her breasts, she inhaled. If he hadn’t been fully clothed, the seduction wouldn’t have been as effective. The fact only she was naked made the interaction more intense.

  Finally, one finger brushed her nipple. A strong electric current speared her. He moved in front of her and rubbed the sides of her breasts with soft strokes. The slow pace was driving her crazy.

  “Why can’t I touch you?”

  “Shh. Just enjoy. We have all night.”

  All night? She’d never last. Max had been fast and intense by his truck. What had happened to that man? When he lowered his head to capture her breast, the relief caused a spasm to clamp down on her pussy. His worshipful attention ignited something inside her that made her willing to give up anything for this man.

  His teeth grabbed her nipple and pulled it taut. The quick shot of pain immediately turned into a fevered pitch of desire. He took hold of her hands and pressed them tight against her body. She couldn’t touch him if she wanted to.

  He’d circle her nipple with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth. His gentle approach gave way to desperation as he moved faster.

  “Yes.”

  She’d tried to keep quiet, but the word had flown out.

  His legs seem to buckle, and he landed on his knees. Dear Lord, he was going to torture her pussy. He let go of her hands and dragged his fingers down her thighs.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She could no more disobey him than she could give up food. With her hands free, she held on to his head. Fortunately, he didn’t seem to mind. The first lick to her pussy drove her up to her toes, and her breath whooshed out. His hands spread her legs wider as he flicked her clit with his tongue. Slow, lazy circles around her opening had her groaning in seconds.

  “Touch me harder.”

  He leaned back and smiled. “Aren’t you enjoying this?”

  “Yes, damn it.”

  He lowered his head and went back to work. Spikes of need coursed through her. She moved her hips forward, hoping to increase the pressure, but he countered by moving back. Slowly, he trailed his fingers up her thighs. What she wouldn’t give for his fingers to be inside her. It would be too much to ask for a hard cock.

  Using his thumbs, he peeled back her lower lips. The suction that followed took her by surprise. The intensity ratcheted her lust.

  “Oh, God. That feels so good.”

  He twisted his right hand and plied her pussy with two fingers. The tension roiled inside her. Need took hold, and her juices spewed. When he crooked his fingers and hit a sensitive spot, she nearly climaxed. Her body needed him inside her now, but he seemed determined to make her beg.

  “What do I need to do to get you naked?”

  He sat back and looked up at her. “Ask me?”

  “I’m asking.”

  He rocked back on his heel and stood. “Do you want to do the honors?”

  She’d finally get to touch him. “Yes.”

  First she pulled his shirt out of his pants then unbuttoned his shirt. Why couldn’t all men wear T-shirts? They were easier to get off. Being subtle wasn’t going to be her style today. Desperation was clawing at her.

  Off came the shirt. Next, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She wondered if he went sans underwear like Ian. No. Damn. That was one more layer to get rid of.

  “Can you take off your boots?”

  He smiled, lifted his foot, and pulled off the shoe. As slow as he could, he set the boot near the closet. His deliberate attempt at stalling had the desired effect of getting her hotter. Never would she have thought Max to be such a tease.

  After he took off the second boot and sock, he strode back over to her. She wasted no time lowering his pants. She held onto one leg. “Step out please.”

  Soon he only had on his boxer briefs. She stood in front of him and plastered her chest against his rippling muscles. “I need to taste you.” With that, she kissed him hard then lowered her head and licked his nipples.

  She loved that he tensed. Max pulled her up by the shoulders and returned her kiss. His lips softened, and he seemed to want to savor the moment. The drugging kiss left her under his spell.

  “Maybe we should take this to the bed.”

  She’d do anything he wanted. As soon as she placed a knee on the bed, he grabbed her by the waist and turned her away from him. “Keep your feet on the ground and your hands on the bed.”

  Instead of touching her, he stepped to the side. A drawer opened, and foil tore. If she hadn’t been in a hurry, she would have asked to put on the condom. Latex snapped. Three times. She looked behind her. Not only did his cock have a condom but so did two of his fingers.

  He nudged his cock between her legs. When he dragged his dick up her divide, she stiffened.

  “Don’t worry. I’m not going to take you in the ass, though at some point I’d really like to.”

  She knew all the ins and outs of the event, but had never experienced it firsthand. “Thank you.” That was a dumb thing to say, but to cover her embarrassment she had to say something.

  He rubbed his cock over her pussy, and delicious flames licked its way up her spine. Instead of impaling her like she wanted, he dragged his length up her butt crack again. This time pricks of excitement burst in all directions. No one had played with her ass like that before. His covered finger gathered some of her juices before circling her dark hole. Heat raced up her face at the intimate act.

  She’d been about to ask him why he liked to have sex in the ass when his finger edged in, stretching her tight muscles.

  “Ohh.” She clenched.

  He tapped her rear. “Relax and enjoy. I won’t hurt you. This can be beautiful if you let it.”

  His conviction and tender delivery convinced her he believed what he was saying. She tried to let go of her inhibitions knowing full well that Max would never do anything that wouldn’t bring her pleasure. When he reached between her legs with his other hand and palmed her pussy, she gave into the bliss. Letting her mind go blank, she focused only on what his fingers were doing to her. He threaded his finger into her forbidden hole and moved it in and out over and over until tingles began to pulse down her darkened channel.

  He leaned over and trailed kisses along her back. The triple sensations stirred something deep inside her. Here
was a man who really wanted to make love to her.

  A second finger slid next to the first one, adding a new dimension to the whole experience. He hit nerve endings that shot off little sparks. At first she didn’t know what to make of it, but when he slipped a finger into her pussy at the same time, the combination drove her wild.

  “Yes.”

  She shifted her ass back toward him. He responded by opening and closing his fingers, which caused more subtle awakenings. Soon he was plunging three fingers into her pussy and two into her rear. The constant rhythm evoked a chaotic sensuality that invaded her whole body.

  He increased the speed, and her breaths matched. His hands clasped her rear. “I want you so much.”

  He peeled off the finger cots and slipped his hands over her breasts. When he pressed her nipples between his fingertips, streaks of pleasure scorched her body. She inhaled, loving how he knew when to press hard and when to stroke her body.

  His cock nudged her entrance. Excitement flooded her as she widened her legs to accommodate him. He clasped her waist as he pressed his cock into her. His sheer size stretched her walls. She must have moaned or groaned, for he immediately stopped. One hand reached up again to play with her tits while the other rubbed her back as if he wanted her to relax. Needing more of him, she pressed her hips backward and was rewarded with another glorious inch of his cock.

  She squeezed down on him.

  “Jesus, Devonne. Be careful there.” His voice cracked, and she smiled.

  He, too, seemed to be on edge. Having both partners enjoy the moment was the ideal.

  He began again, traveling down her pussy at an easy pace. She wasn’t sure why he was being so cautious. She was lubed to the max with all her juices. Once more he leaned over her back and kissed her neck.

  “You smell good.”

  His tongue traced a line along her ear, sending shivers of delight along her spine. His cock advanced and retreated, but each time he’d delve deeper until his balls slapped her ass. Once he was fully seated, she wiggled her rear.

  “Fuck me.”

  He chuckled. “You like it hard, darlin’?”

  “Very.”

  She knew Max wouldn’t do anything to cause any harm, but her dirty talk seemed to light his fire. He grabbed her hips and drove in. The increase in pressure sparked new needs. It was when his hand found her clit that all hell broke loose. His thick cock driving down her wet channel and the added pressure of her tiny nub being pressed and flicked made her body explode. Rioting pleasure swept her as the heat built inside her.

  Wanting to participate more fully, she pounded her ass back and forth. Whorls of erotic bliss took over her body. His free hand went to work on both nipples. He’d rub one, race over to the other and twist it, then return to the first. Her swollen tips ached for his touch.

  Their movements turned frantic, and her climax built to a feverish pitch.

  Footsteps sounded behind them. “Well, well.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Ian had come in. From the cheer in his voice, he wasn’t pissed, but his timing couldn’t have been worse.

  “Damn it, Ian.” Max grunted the words.

  Thank God Max didn’t stop. He shifted his weight forward, and her clit got more action. The added friction made her body sizzle.

  Ian climbed on the bed and knelt in front of her. An electric bolt sizzled over her body the second Ian dragged his hands down her back. Having four hands on her altered her DNA. She wanted more.

  Max instinctively seemed to know how to handle adding Ian to the mix, as he relinquished his hold on her tits and slid his hands to her hips. His fingers pressed into her skin.

  “You better hurry, Ian,” Max said.

  In a flash, Ian had his buckle undone and his pants unzipped. His cock popped out the moment he lowered his jeans. The sheer size of him stole her breath, but the need to touch him overwhelmed her.

  “Move closer.” She had to taste him.

  “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

  “I want to.”

  He edged close just as Max thrust harder. She lowered her head and took Ian into her mouth. Ian threaded his hands under her body and pressed hard on her nipples. The erotic pain morphed into molten pleasure. The sensations were blasting her from every angle. Max was now squeezing her ass as he fucked her while Ian was wreaking havoc on her tits. Not only was her pussy in heaven, but Ian’s cock tasted divine.

  Max’s finger circled her puckered hole again, but she wasn’t sure if she couldn’t keep her climax at bay any longer. The touches and kisses and plunges unwound every shred of self-control she had.

  When his finger worked its way back into her hole, he must have hit a slew of new nerve endings. Wicked flames licked their way up her body, and every inch of skin caught on fire as she reached the peak. So intense was the buildup that she dragged her teeth up Ian’s length. He grabbed her head and held still.

  Max increased his speed, sending her over the precipice of eternal joy. Her climax burst upon her, and she tightened her hold on Max’s cock. Ian groaned and spewed his juices into her mouth. She lifted her head to swallow. Just as she returned to lick Ian clean, Max’s balls slapped against her ass. Warm cum filled the condom, and his aftershock kept stretching her.

  Never had she experienced anything like that in her life, but she sure as hell wanted a repeat performance.

  “Jesus, that beat winning that race any day.”

  She almost laughed at Ian’s analogy, though she had to admit the sex had reached epic proportions.

  Max leaned over and kissed her neck. “You are one special lady.”

  The wonder in the room amazed her. She’d been alone for so long in her life that having these two comforting men nearby almost broke her to tears.

  Don’t weaken.

  Ian was the first to move. “Let me clean you up.”

  He ducked into Max’s bathroom, returned with a wet towel, and wiped her down. She lay on her back, unable to move a muscle. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to walk the runway tomorrow.”

  The men laughed, and she knew all would be well.

  * * * *

  The final day of the show couldn’t have been any nicer. Blue skies, temperature in the seventies, and fabulous outfits to model. Her pussy might be sore, but her heart sang. The only downer was that she’d be leaving Intrigue sooner than she wanted. If she didn’t get back to her store, there was no guarantee there would any clothes left. She had insurance for some theft, but since only three boxes were taken the last time, the deductible would eat into that amount.

  She relaxed as her dresser fixed up her hair. The girl who did her makeup had done a fine job.

  “You’re all set. Kill them out there.”

  “I’ll try.”

  She trekked to the back of the tent where there was an array of goodies. Since coming here, between the sex and the tension, she’d lost weight. While models were supposed to be thin, she bordered on being too thin in her opinion. The croissants looked divine, and she scarfed down two of them.

  Red sauntered up. “How are your cute cowboys?”

  Her friend often acted like the typical model, but there was a sharpness in her eye that Devonne appreciated. “They’re doing just fine and dandy.”

  “Won’t it be hard to leave them?”

  “I’m hoping to come back for a visit.”

  Red smiled. “If they have any cute cousins who are interested in some fun, let me know.”

  “I will.”

  Helen strode up the steps into the tent. “Fifteen minutes, ladies.”

  “Showtime,” Devonne said.

  She rushed over to her station and got into her first outfit. She had five outfits today, which was one more than yesterday, because she was closing the show with the wedding gown. It was a gorgeous silk design with white pearls embroidered in the top half. What she wouldn’t give to have something this grand for her wedding.

  Right. Who am I kidding
?

  Max and Ian liked her, but Ian wasn’t the type to settle down for years to come.

  The piano playing began, and she stilled at the haunting melody. The tune changed, which was her cue to walk on. Helen, the one running the show commentated on the designer and cost of the outfit. Devonne held her head high, keeping her gaze above the crowd. She didn’t need the distraction of seeing either Max or Ian, both of whom she knew would be watching.

  She turned at the end of the runway and pranced back to the applause. Her dresser helped her out of the dress and into the next outfit, which was casual wear. The music kept changing, and different colored lights flashed. She’d been told there’d be a small fireworks display while she modeled the wedding dress. Never had she been to a small affair that was so extravagant.

  After her fourth turn on stage, she stepped into the wedding dress. Somehow tears formed, but she delicately brushed them away.

  “You look beautiful in this, Devonne.”

  Her dresser was so sweet. “Thanks.”

  Helen’s voice boomed across the stage, and the music began. Ugh. The pianist would have to play the wedding march. She held in her groan and pretended she was truly walking down the aisle. The wind whipped in her face causing her eyes to tear a bit. She blinked to keep them in check. Somehow, she managed to get to the end of the runway, turn around, and get back inside without breaking down.

  This was the end of her career. It was her choice, but she hadn’t expected the sharp stab of regret. Add in the fact that she knew she was in love with Max and Ian to the mix, and she was a mess.

  “Let’s get you out of this dress,” her helper said.

  Once she undressed, she was thrilled to slip on her comfortable jeans and a nice shirt and boots. Max had said he’d meet her out back in order to slip inside the house and hopefully say good-bye to their mom. Mrs. Callen might be outside, however, working the crowd as someone needed to direct traffic. The patrons had the chance to meet some of the designers and find out how to purchase any of the hundred outfits presented.

  Outside, Max and Ian were both there. They gave her a comforting hug as if they understood she’d come to a crossroads in her life.