Sarasota Revenge: BBW Contemporary Menage Romance (Level 69 Trilogy Book 2)

by Scott, Talyn

  “You stood back and watched Dylan kiss me.”

  “I found that astounding.” He licked her from ear to chin, while teasing her anus with his probing fingers. “Neither of us had kissed another on the lips after Helen, and there he was, kissing your mouth.”

  Dylan worried her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, causing her to rear back on Avery’s finger. “I’m going to kiss it again, and again.”

  Payton pulled away when Dylan’s mouth ascended on hers and said, “Then you muttered all that garbage about missing me…missing Helen.”

  “I’m sorry.” He wrapped his hand around her nape, bringing her right back where he wanted her. “That must have hurt your feelings.”

  She fought the tears. “What feelings?”

  Dylan stared her square in the eyes. “If someone truly hurts you, they have some sort of hold over you. I’m guessing you wouldn’t hurt this much, if you weren’t in love with one of us, or hopefully both.”

  “I can’t tell you how much,” she said, unable to fight her feelings with both of them touching her, “the pain’s indescribable.”

  Dylan kissed her tears, catching them with his tongue. “I think, sometimes, love hurts most of all.”

  “Did you love Helen?”

  “I did, yes.” He caught another tear, flicking her cheek with his tongue. “That’s a faraway memory, and a weak echo of my feelings for you. I’ve been over Helen Savon for years.” He dipped her then, in his old-Hollywood-movie-swoop way. “But I will never, ever get over Payton Calloway.” His mouth found hers, his tongue pushing its way between her lips, stroking her tongue and her teeth.

  She could sense the desperation in him, felt his teeth tap hers a few times as he delved soul deep in her mouth. She could also sense strength of his will behind his claiming kiss. Walking her backward, he kept their mouths fused while he lowered her onto the chesterfield. Payton trembled as Avery spread her left thigh to the side, trailing kisses up her ticklish flesh, exposing her pussy to his gaze since Dylan adjusted himself to her right.

  Breaking away from their kiss, Dylan panted harshly, carefully resting his forehead on hers. But he didn't stare into her eyes. His eyes took in every bruise and scratch resulting from her attack. “I want you, but I’m not taking you banged up. And I’m going to kill whomever did this to you.”

  “I want you,” she whispered her entreaty. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

  “Then tell us if you need to stop.” His eyes drew to her thatch of trimmed red curls. "Pink, red, and juicy, just the way I love it."

  Avery inhaled where the crevice of her thigh met her apex. "Salty honeysuckles, just the way I love it."

  Dylan kept his arm around her back, holding her in place while taking his free hand to tear open the buttons on the shirt she'd borrowed from Avery. They flew out, hitting the wooden floor like pearly pebbles. The curves of her breasts spilled into an enticing yet sagging cleavage and Dylan inhaled sharply, trailing the tips of his fingers between them.

  Her hips rose as Avery's tongue burrowed deeply between her lower lips. "Ah, that feels so good," she groaned, digging her fingers into Avery's blue-black hair. The short beard he'd grown abraded her sensitive flesh, igniting every inch of her. But when he moved his face back and forth over her open core, heating up the friction by several degrees, she cried out with a suddenly impending orgasm. "Avery!" She yanked his hair hard. "Avery!"

  "Let us have it, Payton." Dylan grazed his teeth across her nipple, while molding his hand over the opposite one. "I love these soft pillows begging for my touch, my bite, and my branding.” He smothered his face beneath one breast, licking where it was damp and musky. "Your salty flesh is an addiction I'll never fight."

  She gasped, her thighs stiffening, as Avery pressed his fingers deep inside her, twirling, twirling, and twirling, until lights came out of nowhere and blinded her. "OH!"

  Dylan rose over her, squeezing her breasts, before he dropped them against her chest. "When I watch you come," he murmured as the first wave tingled her inner thighs and ass, "it's like watching a storm roll in off the coast, swirling and beautiful." He flicked his fingers up, smacking beneath her breasts, causing them to sting when they bounced. It took her a second to register what he was doing, but her orgasm came in stronger with the added pain.

  "Dylan!" she called out, when Avery swiped his beard on one thigh, biting beneath her knee. His fingers were working her, faster, slower, faster, and slower. Every time she nearly went over, he wouldn't let her. She opened her legs as wide as they could go, and Dylan stared down at the sight.

  "It looks like you're no longer my bashful sweetheart." Gently, he grasp her hand and brought it down to where Avery was giving her a good tongue thrashing, his mouth suckled each swollen lip, bringing the tingling flesh between his teeth for a sharp nibble. She jumped a little when his bites became more pronounced. "Slide your fingers inside."

  Avery removed his fingers to allow her the opportunity, but his mouth stayed busy, throaty groans of appreciation erupting from the back of his throat.

  She hesitated, though her body was on the cusp of an unearthly climax. "Do it." Dylan insisted and pressed her fingers against her pussy, guiding them with his hand, urging them to curl up and inside her quivering sheath. "Work them in and out, but not deep. Deep is only for Avery and me."

  He took the tip of her right breast in his mouth, sucking until the pink disappeared. He wiggled his face back and forth, while suckling harder and harder. A burn erupted beneath her nipple, the blood rushing to the sensitized tip as she teased her pussy with her fingertips.

  Avery licked between her fingers, catching any escaping juices. "I hated that Noah licked you here, when you'd denied me the pleasure for days.” He bit her thumb, raking his teeth beneath the nail, as her body started over the climatic cliff. "Never give up on us again, Payton."

  Dylan released her breast in a pleasure pain that would undoubtedly leave a mark. "Don't ever let that happen again, sweetheart. I won't let you slip away."

  All she wanted to do was come. "NOW." She arched up, her head going back. "NOW!"

  Dylan slid behind her on the chesterfield, positioning her in his lap. He tore what was left of Avery's shirt off her body, and cupped the backs of her knees with his hands. "Now, Avery." He ruthlessly exposed her secret folds. "The time is now.

  Avery's head snapped up on a snarl. His hazel eyes more golden in the sunlight, his beard glistening with her arousal, he thundered. "I won't hurt her." He planted his face on her wetness and speared her perfectly with his tongue.

  She lost it then, her scream echoing around the cavernous study. "Avery. Avery. Avery," she chanted in her climatic delirium as Dylan pulled her legs higher, resting the backs of her thighs on Avery's shoulders.

  "You hear her, A. Give it up." Dylan pressed up, grinding his covered erection into her ass. "Claim your woman like the man you are. Then we can take her together."

  Avery rose above her, staring down at her with an unfathomable expression. He swallowed roughly, dropping his eyes to his zipper, and peeled it down slowly.

  "Just get it going, A." Dylan laved the side of Payton's throat, keeping her body hungry. "Do it fast." He blew warm breath over her wet throat. "Whip it out. Take her the way you haven't another in more than a decade. I dare you to do this. You didn't come back from those injuries to deny yourself the simplest and greatest pleasure of life."

  Avery swallowed again, yanking his pants and boxers off his legs. Payton didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't as bad as she imagined, maybe because she was already used to his chest. His balls were intact, his penis, too, but his length had been burned like his chest. The damage was all on one side, however. And on that side, the flesh was rough and thick. Severely textured and he was wide, really wide. "You're tattooed," she said in awe. The same bloomless vines twining around his chest wrapped their way down the side of his hip and pelvis, trailing straight down to the tip of his cock.

  In
a blurring movement, Dylan stood up, flipping her over in the process. His strength amazed her, as he held her up briefly one-handed while unzipping his pants and removing his cock, too.

  "Put your hands on Avery's waist." He thundered over her, loosening her legs to fall limply at her sides. With his arm secured around her waist, she reached out and clutched Avery's torso. The tip of his glistening dick swiped her cheek. She curled her tongue around the cruelest scar, twirling the way Avery had done for her.

  Avery had one arm between her breasts, his other pulling her hair back so he could watch her mouth and tongue move over his erection. "It's been so long," he groaned, trembling against the urge to shove length deep in her mouth.

  "Have you had full sex since we've been apart?" Dylan asked, his slick head poised at her entrance.

  "No," she said, kissing and licking Avery's leathery balls. He was cleanly shaven or waxed, maybe his hair no longer grew among the scars, but he was fascinating to stare at, wonderful to love.

  "Then I'm taking you bareback, the way I wanted to take you from the start." He thrust into her with one delicious stroke. The feel of skin on skin was almost too much for her. "Oh, damn, A, she's rippling and tight."

  "I want to feel her rippling and tight around me," groaned Avery, his scarred chest heaving. His hand tightening painfully in her hair, he pulled her head away, staring down at her with a nearly terrifying expression. "Lick behind my balls, Payton. Show me you appreciate the way I am."

  She pressed her face beneath his dick, humming as she slid her open mouth from base to tip. She nipped his head and he growled his pleasure. It was a shame she could wrap her mouth around him and take him to the back of her throat, but he was too wide. However, she had every intention of taking him deep inside her body, whether it pained her or not. He deserved to be loved. He deserved to lose himself completely in a woman's body. And Payton wanted to be that woman.

  Dylan moved in and out, his Jacob's ladder hitting every ridge inside her vagina. "I'm working her out for you, A.” He circled his hips in a larger radius and she felt a twinge of pain. "She'll be ready for you. Nice and sloppy after I shoot my load deep inside." He thrust harder, picking up the pace, as Avery kept ahold of her chest and steadied her.

  Payton's mouth found the underside of his heavy balls, and she sucked random tissue across her tongue, some of it scarred some of it smooth. Avery moaned with every swipe of her tongue as she tasted and pleasured. "Don't stop," he suddenly yelled. "I need this! I need this so badly."

  "I'm already there, A." Dylan called out, smacking the side of her ass. "You ready, sweetheart?" He circled once more, wider this time, and the pleasure pain hurled her into a pulsating orgasm right as Avery yanked her head back and pressed his crown over her open mouth.

  "Drink it," Avery pleaded. "I want to watch you swallow my juice."

  He didn't have to ask her. Payton took what she could of his head, his hot jets streaming over her tongue. Avery was thick and salty, tasting like her version of heaven. She hummed in appreciation with every rolling shudder that left his body. Dylan leaned over her back, his heart pounding against her back as her sex milked every drop from his scalding spurts.

  "Oh, Payton," Avery said from above her. "I'm coming for that sweet pussy."

  Dylan eased her to the floor, and she pushed the hair from her eyes. "You’re really going to?"

  He stared down at her tenderly, wiping droplets from her lower lip. But a newfound determination emanated from him and his thick cock remained brick hard, pointing straight at her. He white knuckled it, gripping the base. "I’m going to tear it up with you."

  Chapter 9

  "So where are we headed on this fine day," Libby snarled, adjusting her seatbelt. Trey sat across from her, his cane to his side. His legs were so long that his knees brushed hers whenever the SUV swayed. His green tourmalines appeared more focused than yesterday, looking straight into her soul.

  "Why would I spoil the surprise, Elizabeth?"

  "A surprise for me?" As he'd promised, Trey had called off his city dogs, enabling her to keep her end of the rental contracts for four upcoming renters. Unfortunately, the fucker who'd attacked Payton had also attacked their gas lines. Dylan and Avery were on it, though. Keeping a crew there to fix any problems at their expense, so the apartments should be inhabitable a week before the first of the month. This meant income, which would pay her father's mortgage with just enough breathing room for Payton, Noah, and Libby to meet their other expenses. But they had nothing for any extras, apart from groceries. She decided to bite her tongue every time her mouth opened to complain, since things could be worse. But Trey had insisted she accompany him for their three-hour date, right before she headed off to apply for a much-needed second job - or possibly her third job, since she hadn't counted her never-ending hours of commitment to the firehouse. "Oh, I think you've surprised me enough in the past week to last a lifetime."

  "Nonsense." He brushed her bare knee again.

  "Stop."

  "Stop what?"

  "The touching, stop it." She fidgeted with her skirt. "I agreed to one kiss per day, but not to all this touching."

  "I didn't specify a kiss count in our agreement."

  She pointed her finger at him. "I really needed to apply for that job. Instead, I'm sitting here arguing over kiss counts!" She had stayed over at Stephen's house last night. Thankfully, he'd left before Trey and Drake had picked her up.

  "I thought you worked for the local theater company."

  "Thanks to you, I need yet another job."

  "A second job will interfere with our time together," he said, as if he held all the power in her life. "You'll have to nix it."

  "Nix it? How will I pay my bills you son of," she stopped.

  "Go ahead and say it," he coaxed. "I'm a bastard. My mother certainly is a bitch."

  Trey's mother had given birth to him when she was eighteen. Afterwards, she had chosen to go away to college. She wanted to improve her life as well as Trey's, so she gave her mother guardianship over her baby. His grandmother not only raised Trey the entire four years his mother was in college, but also twelve more after that. Unfortunately, his grandmother wasn't a model citizen, and also living in the worst part of town didn't have many advantages. "Basically, I'm at the point of hating you for what you've done to my family, my friends, and me. But I never would have wished the living conditions you grew up in on anyone." She rubbed her forehead. "Still, it's not an excuse for your present behavior."

  "My present behavior is justification for what your father did to me."

  "It's time you explained."

  The SUV had stopped at a familiar stomping ground. "Soon."

  "This is my old neighborhood." This was upper middle class, where they lived right before her father had hit it big with his investments.

  "Remember, I lived five blocks over, across the preverbal tracks." He grabbed his cane, lowering himself to the grass and reached into the vehicle to help her down. She pushed away his seeking hands. "Have you forgotten how I slipped away and met you here?"

  "I haven't forgotten," she said quietly. He used to climb the back of her dad's truck, swing himself on a Live Oak branch, and land on the tiny balcony outside her room. "I always thought you were going to break your neck." She stumbled as they made their way to the house, which appeared smaller than she remembered. Instantly, he steadied her. His touch was too familiar for her to take, so she stepped to the side. "You were so stubborn, wouldn't listen to a word I said."

  They walked the length of the sidewalk. "Of course I listened to you, but it was the only way I could see you. The only way I could put my hands on you." He stopped before the front door. "Because we had to hide our relationship away from your social circles, remember?"

  "I never..." She didn't know what to say. Trey's mother had cleaned rooms at a local hotel, where she'd also fucked half the married population to earn her college money. Trey's father was rumored to be a prominent Sarasota surgeon,
who left his wife and kids on the weekends to screw the town whore. But to Libby's knowledge, the doctor had never approached Trey to make things right. The situation was pathetically sad from day one, but particularly in Trey's teen years. There were times Trey had to wear the same clothes several days a week. And they had hung on him loosely no matter how many meals Libby had fed him. And when going to high school, kids could be rough. Her father, on the other hand, was even rougher. In fact, Payton and Noah never knew the hell Libby had gone through, and she hoped they never discovered her worse shame. "I don't know what to say, nor do I understand why we're here." He slipped a key in the old lock, turning the knob. "Surely, you didn't buy this old place."

  "Oh, but I did." He opened the door. The scent of citrus cleaner hadn't erased the underlying mustiness. But it was a familiar scent to Libby. When she stepped forward to check the place out, Trey reached across the doorway, blocking her with his arm. "Can you guess what time it is?"