Ray, Helena - A Bride for Two Playboys [Male Order, Texas 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Helena Ray

  “Did you come prepared for me, Robin?” He twisted her nipple, and the pleasurable pain forced her hip upward in a frenzied search for his thigh. “Or did you come prepared for Bryant?” His teeth replaced his fingers on her nipple, and Robin emitted a noise halfway between a scream and a moan. He lifted his face, and his pinching fingers found Robin’s other nipple and pulled.

  “You like it when he fucks you, don’t you?” The pain and his words expelled any coherent thought from Robin’s mind. Every fiber of her being was reduced to a shivering mass of want. Alexander’s teeth found Robin’s neck, and the force with which he bit left Robin certain there would be a mark tomorrow. “You’re gonna like it when he fucks you up the ass, too.” Oh, God. Robin’s fantasies of being caught between the two of them danced through her mind, more potent than ever.

  The erotic vision spurred her to action, and she somehow found the effort to race her hands to the waistband of Alexander’s jeans. His belt still hung open from their earlier groping, making it easier for Robin to access what her body so desperately demanded. She unbuttoned and unzipped Alexander’s jeans with an ease that she hadn’t expected. His hands moved hers from their mission, and he shoved his jeans off, freeing his cock in the process.

  Robin’s eyes widened, and she gasped at the sight before her as Alexander leaned back to throw his jeans over the side of the truck. Against his abdomen bobbed the most impressive cock Robin had ever laid eyes on. It was long, just like his massive height, and thicker than anything Robin had encountered in her, albeit limited, experience. It twitched under her gaze, and she watched as a tiny droplet of pre-cum formed at the tip of his wide mushroomed head. Her eyes followed its trail down the length of the thick, throbbing vein on the underside of his cock. She licked her lips, eager to feel jets of his hot, salty liquid against the back of her throat.

  She moved forward and lowered her head to Alexander’s cock, her tongue flicking out in an attempt to sample the taste of his pre-cum. Before her tongue could make contact with the engorged purple head of his cock, Alexander wrapped his hands into Robin’s hair and yanked her down to lie on her back.

  “I say when you can suck my cock, got it?” Robin’s body reacted to his words, visibly shuddering at their heat. His same cockiness and entitlement that had driven her mad with irritation this afternoon now drove her mad with something much darker and much hotter.

  With one hand still knotted in her hair, he brushed the other against the sopping fold of her pussy. He pushed two fingers against her wetness and grinned when her whole body jerked at the very welcome invasion. His long index finger brushed against her entrance and then her clit. Robin audibly whimpered at the sensation, completely consumed with her desire. Without warning, Alexander plunged his finger into her pussy and directly against her G-spot. He pumped his finger in and out several times, each time sending increasingly intense surges of pleasure pulsing outward through Robin’s limbs. He added a second finger, and Robin flew over the edge.

  She screamed as the orgasm consumed her, one cresting tidal wave of ecstasy after another. Alexander kept pumping into her, brushing her G-spot and her clit each time, fueling the intensity of her release and the gushing cream that poured out of her. Finally, she began her return to the Earth’s atmosphere. Alexander twisted his finger inside of her, eliciting a small shriek, and then withdrew it. He brought his finger to his face and smelled it as if inspecting a fine wine. He then brought his lips around his finger and sucked as he captured Robin’s stare with his.

  “You taste heavenly,” he said and kissed Robin lightly on the lips. She could taste a faint hint of her arousal on his lips. He smiled and gave a small, bemused laugh. His cock pushed against the still-sensitive flesh between Robin’s legs, fanning the flames of her excitement again. The head pushed against Robin’s clit, and she felt a fresh wave of her juices rush from her opening. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to fuck this sweet cunt.”

  Alexander used the same tone he would use to excuse himself from a card table, and the casualness in his voice only served to heighten Robin’s passion. He continued to press his cock against her, and Robin moved her hips in an attempt to maneuver the entirety of that long shaft inside her.

  Finally, Alexander moved his body downward, and just the wide head of his substantial cock breached Robin’s entrance. She trembled, amazed at how full she felt with only Alexander’s cockhead penetrating her. He pumped only his head into her with small strokes that hit her clit each time. Soon, his cock’s ministrations reduced her to the puddle of need she had been before he pushed her into the abyss of carnal satisfaction.

  Alexander stilled and looked into Robin’s eyes. She returned his gaze, feeling entirely consumed by the heat and, strangely, the affection she saw there. He must have seen what he needed in her heated stare. With one push, he sank his entire length into her. “Robin,” he breathed before he began pumping into her with a slow and steady rhythm.

  The feel of Alexander’s cock was too much for Robin. She couldn’t continue at such a slow, measured pace. Her fingernails scratched along his back, and her teeth found his shoulder, biting to urge him to a faster pace. “Please, Alexander.”

  He responded to her request and began an assault on her wet, quivering pussy. His strokes were hard and fast, each one pushing Robin’s small body farther up the truck bed until her head hit against the back of the cab. The pain did nothing to faze her, and she matched the intensity of each one of his strokes. Soon, she felt an orgasm beginning to overtake her. “God, more, I’m so close,” she moaned as she reached the edge of euphoria.

  Alexander halted his strokes and locked a hand over Robin’s mouth. His features took on a dark, erotic quality. “Not until I say so, Ms. Lawrence.” She whimpered under his hand and attempted to nod. Alexander restarted his impassioned pummeling, and Robin struggled to hold off the blissful release she knew was so close. Alexander’s eyes closed, and his head rolled back in pleasure. A strange sort of satisfaction consumed Robin knowing she could reduce this notoriously handsome womanizer to the bestial creature of want fucking her at that very moment.

  Alexander snaked a hand down between them and pressed against Robin’s clit. She yelped and knew that fending off an orgasm was damn near impossible in that moment. “Fuck, Robin,” Alexander moaned as he drove his cock into her and fingered her clit. “Now, come now!”

  They both exploded, clinging to each other with the force of their mutual sensual ecstasy. Robin felt the steaming jets of hot liquid pouring into her with each thrust, and her pussy clenched and milked the shaft of his cock. With one final thrust, Alexander collapsed on top of Robin, and they lay that way for a few minutes, their panting the only sound audible beneath the starry sky of the summer night.

  Alexander sat up, looked down at Robin, and gave her a conspiratorial look. “You know what we have to do now, right?”

  “I can think of a few things...” Robin’s eyes darted to Alexander’s cock, which twitched to life under her stare.

  “We can definitely do that.” Alexander laughed and tangled a hand in Robin’s hair. “But right now we need to find Bryant.” He leaned forward and bit Robin’s lip. “I believe he will be quite eager to hear about our evening.”

  Chapter 10

  Bryant stared at the ceiling fan rotating above him. He shoved his comforter off yet again. He had spent the whole night like that, attempting to get comfortable, attempting to quiet his brain. That confrontation with Robin earlier today kept replaying in his head. He knew he had done the right thing. He’d tried to do this without Alexander, but it just hadn’t felt right. Maybe with a lesser woman, but not Robin. She deserved everything any woman ever wanted.

  Oddly, Bryant wasn’t bothered by the financial limits he had, at least compared to Alexander. Instead, he only wanted Robin to have the perfect man. He knew he was imperfect, but with Alexander, those imperfections took on less significance. The two of them complemented each other in every way. That was why
they had made such good friends over the past decade and a half. When both of them were with a woman, she could have everything a man could provide. Bryant was strong in all the areas that Alexander struggled with—kind, fair, levelheaded—and vice versa.

  He had seen the way Alexander looked at her and knew that he was nearly as in love with the little minx as Bryant. And Robin and Alexander had everything in common. They were both intelligent, headstrong, and full of passion. If they would just stop fighting long enough to have a real conversation, they would realize that.

  His eyes followed the fan’s rotations, making him slightly dizzy. He wished he wasn’t stuck in his apartment tonight. Al had gone to the Twirling Lasso to meet up with some buddies there he’d only seen a couple of times since his return to Male Order, and Bryant needed to catch up with some paperwork before they released Constant Comment. But he hadn’t gotten anything done that night. The remembered sight of Robin turning away from him and leaving kept him preoccupied. He wanted her, that was for damn sure, but he wanted her in a way he had never wanted anyone before. Al needed to cooperate on this one, deep-seated intimacy issues be damned.

  His phone lit up beside him, and he scrambled to respond, delighted for an excuse to stop this futile attempt at sleep. Speak of the devil himself. It was Al. He read the text message, and every nerve ending in his body ignited.

  Ran into Robin at the Twirling Lasso. You were right, Bry. She’s the one. Be back in half an hour. ;-)

  Bryant wanted to shout his elation at the top of his lungs. The two most stubborn, determined people he had ever loved finally realized they could care for each other. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed then raced hurriedly about his room, dressing himself to meet Robin and Alexander at the moment of their return. He interpreted the winking emoticon Al used to end his text as an indication of his intentions for the evening. Bryant knew Al’s stubbornness was the only thing standing in the way of their blissful union with Robin, but did Alexander intend for that to happen tonight?

  Uncertainty pulled at Bryant’s insides, but he tamped it down. Whether or not Alexander intended to share Robin tonight ceased to matter. Bryant smiled in the darkness of his apartment. It didn’t matter. Robin had helped Bryant finally find the courage to declare what he truly wanted and assert his own needs, a prerequisite for being in a long-term ménage relationship. This was it, Bryant decided. This was the destiny that awaited him, Alexander, and Robin.

  Bryant set out on a run toward the main house, intending to meet the two as soon as they arrived at the mansion. He ran a hand through his mussed hair, uncharacteristically not missing the feel of his Stetson on his head. The rumbling of an engine sounded in the distance, and Bryant directed his course to the front of the house. The dim headlights of his truck cast a dim glow on the pavement as Alexander sped the truck to the main entrance where the overnight valet was already waiting. After what seemed to Bryant an agonizingly languid drive toward the house, even at high speeds, the truck pulled to a stop, and Alexander leaped out of the cab. Bryant beat the valet to the passenger side door and cradled Robin in his arms as he lifted her from the cab.

  Robin was a vision of debauchery as she rolled her head against his shoulder. Her lips were flushed from her arousal, and her normally smooth hair hung in messy clumps, obviously recently mussed. Her shirt was only partially buttoned, revealing the lacy black bra that did very little to obscure her pert nipples. Bryant turned toward Alexander, and Alexander smiled the Cheshire-cat smile of a man recently thoroughly satisfied. He then gave Bryant a nod and headed inside.

  “You have a good time tonight, baby?” Bryant pulled Robin closer to him to inhale her sweet scent.

  “Mmm, a very good time,” she sighed against his chest.

  A household employee unobtrusively held the door open for them, and Bryant carried Robin across the threshold. “Darlin’, I want you to belong to us, not just me.” He placed a kiss on Robin’s hair. “I couldn’t be happier right now, Robin.”

  He continued carrying her up the grand staircase and through the endless maze of corridors that led to the family sleeping quarters. He smiled to himself, knowing Robin had never been this way and anticipating her wide-eyed, delighted reaction. They came to a stop in front of the tall set of double doors that led to the master suite. Bryant finally lowered Robin to her feet, and she stumbled a bit before steadying herself by wrapping her arms around Bryant’s waist.

  Bryant turned in her arms and reached down to lift her chin. He pressed a firm, deliberate kiss on her lips. “Baby, this is all I’ve ever wanted.”

  She clung to him tighter and whispered, “Me, too.” She laughed a little, and Bryant felt the wetness of her tears against the flimsy cotton of his T-shirt. “I never even knew this existed, never knew I could find two such wonderful men, but—”

  Alexander opened the doors, and Robin was struck speechless. Alexander and Bryant exchanged a knowing look and smiled as they watched Robin’s reaction. She staggered forward into the cavernous room with an expression of open-mouthed awe. Bryant followed her gaze, seeing the room with a fresh perspective now that he knew what heights of pleasure it held for him.

  Elaborately carved stone arches met in the center of the room to form a vaulted ceiling. Flickering gas lamps hung from wall sconces on either side of the enormous four-poster bed enclosed by crimson curtains. While Bryant had watched Robin’s admiration of the space, Alexander had climbed into the middle of the oversized king bed. Now Alexander reached out toward Robin, and she placed both of her hands in his. With some effort, she climbed onto the bed, and Bryant followed, thankful that his hardening prick would soon be released from his ever-tightening jeans.

  * * * *

  Robin gasped as Alexander’s hands wound tightly around her wrists and pulled her onto the largest bed Robin had ever climbed. He rolled her onto her back and straddled her. Bryant mounted the bed after her and pulled himself to lie next to Robin. He leaned over and ran his tongue along her lips, forcing them open. He kissed her passionately, and she felt his hard cock pressing against the soft flesh of her leg.

  As Bryant plundered the depths of her mouth, Alexander’s long, deft fingers undid the buttons of her shirt and splayed across her stomach. Robin’s nerve endings fired at even the slightest of Alexander’s touches, and skin Robin had never thought sensitive tingled with the force of her lust. Alexander pushed her shirt from her shoulders, and Bryant’s hand snaked underneath her blouse to undo the clasp of her bra. As he did this, Alexander pushed a hand underneath the loosened fabric and took her nipple between his middle and index fingers. He pulled it toward him, and Robin squealed into Bryant’s mouth, nearly biting his tongue.

  “Now it won’t do to have you tryin’ to hurt me, gorgeous.” Bryant gently sank his teeth into the side of her neck. Robin knew his actions would leave a mark, and her pussy spilled a fresh wave of cream at the thought. Caught up in the pleasured pain of Bryant’s bite, Robin failed to notice the removal of her bra. She felt the light, erotic touch of Alexander’s fingers against her abdomen as he once again freed her from her denim shorts. He pulled them off in a smooth motion and grazed a fingernail against the sensitive outer folds of her pussy. She rolled her head back as she gasped at the sudden sensation. A scream caught in her throat as the finger pressed through her outer folds and moved to pinch against her clit. The sharp sensation had her hips bucking, needing only the tiniest bit more stimulation to achieve her release.

  “What do you say, Bry?” Alexander’s breath landed against Robin’s pussy, sending shudders throughout her body. “Do we let this precious specimen come yet?” He tickled her clit, and Robin let out the moan that had been lodged inside her throat.

  “I don’t know,” Bryant drawled as he moved to join Alexander between Robin’s legs. “Maybe she should give something to us first.” Bryant’s finger joined Alexander’s against her pussy and teased at her entrance. She bucked her hips in an attempt to suck that finger inside of her, de
sperate to be fucked by anything.

  Bryant’s laugh was husky and dark. “She’s certainly ready for it.” The feeling of warm breaths against the most delicate part of her being intensified as Alexander leaned forward.

  “We can get that pretty mouth around us later.” The sensation of Alexander’s whisper had Robin in the midst of pre-orgasmic spasm. “We need to teach her to come all night long, anyway.”

  A tongue licked across Robin’s pussy, and she was soaring. The orgasm came over her in hot waves, each one more delectable than the one before. Alexander kept licking against the epicenter of her arousal, the feeling of his wet tongue against her oversensitive flesh perpetuating her suspension at the peak of sexual desire. Finally, the contractions inside her stopped, and she began to float back to earth.

  Her chest heaved as she struggled to regain her breath. Bryant and Alexander pulled themselves up to lay next to her, fully enveloping her in manly warmth. Alexander hooked a finger underneath her chin and drew her face to his. Tenderness pervaded his soft kiss, and the aroma of her own arousal filled Robin’s senses. Bryant reached across Robin’s midsection and rolled her so that their bodies were pressed against each other. He, too, captured her lips in a kiss, but his was passionate, desperate, and white-hot. He ground his erection against the warmth between her legs, and the familiar tingling sensations of arousal built there again.

  Bryant shucked his T-shirt and set to work removing his jeans. Alexander drew himself against Robin’s backside, and he laved at the sensual flesh on the back of her neck. His hands roved freely up and down her body, caressing each breast and electrifying her flesh with light, teasing touches.