Masters of Temptation [Temptation, Wyoming 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Zoey Marcel

  Judah and Neil fucked into her sopping cunt, whether in time with one another or at different moments, she couldn’t tell. There were too many cocks and too many feelings and sensations to compute at once.

  Her body burned and sweated against the masculine bodies smoldering against her and holding her in place for their dirty will. Her pussy felt like it was on fire as euphoric energy filled her veins and the urge to pee overwhelmed her. It was just her G-spot, but good lord, they would do her in for sure.

  It was the first time in her life with them that she silently pleaded not to come. Then troublemaker Judah reached under her and fumbled to get his finger to her hidden clit. Oh god, how could she withstand an orgasm now when they were already killing her with pleasure-pain?

  Their sounds were intoxicating. Her men sounded as tortured with ecstasy as she was.

  The erotic scents that filled her nose intrigued and inflamed her with lust. She smelled each of their colognes and faintly smelled her own perfume. Arousal dominated the other aromas with its heady spell. The scent of deodorant at work came through with a hint of sweat, but it didn’t turn her off. It was primal, masculine. She felt herself perspiring all over as well, and they seemed as driven mad by her body’s primitive response as she was to theirs.

  Sex changed everything. It could turn pain into pleasure and make the stench of sweat suddenly addicting. Her screams and their tormented cries weren’t the cause for alarm they would have been outside this room. They served as kindling for the inferno consuming them all.

  Her G-spot burned with unbearable pressure, but she made a conscious decision not to fight them or the soul-devouring nirvana they subjected her to. She would come and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The pressure became bearable, but the sweet spot in her vagina scalded her as Neil and Judah pounded her with their erections. They weren’t being rough, but it didn’t matter. Her cunt screamed “you bastards” at the excruciating stretching and then “I love you” at the carnal fire smoking from within the walls they ravaged.

  The addicting scent of Ben’s lust smothered her, but she loved it, doing her best to fellate him well.

  Judah’s finger pushed her blood-filled clit over the edge of sanity just as the flames on her G-spot consumed her. Oh god, she was having both types of orgasm at once. God save her. How would she survive this?

  She screamed bloody murder on Ben’s cock. He hollered at the fierce way she clamped on him and probably sent a buzzing sensation up his swollen penis.

  Her beaten ass locked onto Logan’s dick, making him yell and swear like a madman as he grunted his elation.

  Her pussy sucked both Judah’s and Neil’s erections like a black hole, causing them to roar at the unbelievable pressure. Feeling her holes contract around all those cocks at once was an unknown sensation that couldn’t be identified. Was it pain or pleasure, both perhaps, or something else entirely?

  Liquid rushed from her, somehow managing to trickle from her cunt despite the two man-made obstacles in the way. Storms of rapture and delirium overtook her as the electric hot and cold sensations made her body quake and her womb shudder.

  Her screams sounded hysterical, and the men like victims and sailors at once as they bellowed and cussed while they came. They all came hard. Both Judah and Neil ejaculated into her aching pussy, searing her with their cum.

  Logan erupted in her ass, bathing her sore bowels with his scalding semen. He pressed hard on her shoulders and his knees knocked against her arms.

  “I’m going to come, babe,” Ben ground out.

  Jill squealed, and he pulled his cock out. “Not yet. I have a surprise for you, hubby dearest.”

  He looked intrigued, grinning at the drool running down her face and the way she panted with sexual exertion. “What’s that?”

  “Just let me catch my breath first.”

  She couldn’t breathe or think. Her body was racked with tremors, and her cunt pulsed and oozed in the aftermath.

  Her men lingered in her body, panting hard with exertion. They didn’t walk off afterward and abandon her like the users and jerks in her past. Her soul mates stayed with her, filling her body with their organs and touching her all over with loving, reassuring strokes, letting her know that they worshiped and adored her.

  In between the soft words of endearment came a lot of hard breathing and muttered cuss words. She couldn’t blame them. Her heart was in awe of her lovers while her body throbbed and burned with knowledge of them and about half a dozen curse words.

  Even the afterglow had her body humming with awareness and gave her the feeling of floating in a dreamlike state. They were the loves of her life.

  The men slowly ejected, evoking wild sounds of pleasure at the extra stimulation her holes lavished on their sated genitals.

  “I’m dying over here, Jill,” Ben said. “What did you want to show me?”

  She took his hand and got off the bed with him, kneeling when he stood. “I’ve been practicing on Neil and Judah while Logan talked me through it.”

  Judah put his hands behind his head while he lay on his back. “Yep, Logan refused to deep-throat her until you’d gotten a chance to first. Now me, I just rammed my cock down your hot little wife’s throat.”

  Ben rolled his eyes. “Sounds about right.”

  Jill cupped and played with his balls, bestowing kisses all over his solid nut-sac. “I had to practice on them first, Ben.”

  “You mean because Judah’s dick is smaller?” Ben quipped, grinning at the other man’s glare.

  She smiled. “I want to deep-throat you, Ben. You’re really big, but if you take your time with me, I think I can do this for you.”

  Ben’s eyes glazed. “That sounds heavenly, babe. I appreciate it.”

  She took her time loving all over his shaft and glans, trying to relax as he slowly eased his cock toward the back of her throat.

  “You’re okay, sweetheart. Mmm, you’re so good at this.”

  Slowly his erection slid down her esophagus. Jill opened her throat and positioned herself appropriately to take his cock in all the way. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe as he filled and consumed her with his massive endowment. When she gagged he cooed to her and backed off. She swallowed repeatedly on his length as best as she could until his penis sank in completely and his balls touched her lips.

  She did it. She took her husband’s cock all the way in her throat. The pulsating flesh filled her so entirely it scared her a little, but she trusted him not to hurt her. His salacious sounds when he started to thrust slowly, cautiously in her throat were worth it.

  “My sweet, submissive little wife,” Ben ground out as he came. “Thank you.”

  Jill gagged a bit when his cum shot from his slit. She kept the hot cream down, breathing to suppress the gagging reflex when his sated cock retreated from her mouth. Her throat was sore, but the peace and contentment on her husband’s face made her forget it.

  She could see it in his eyes. He’d told her earlier she could be in charge, but she knew deep down that he still wanted her submission as much as she wanted to give it to him and probably always would.

  * * * *

  Ben felt like he was floating in a hazy, blissful sexual utopia as he got some fresh sheets from the linen closet while Jill showered with Logan and Neil. He almost didn’t see the Shaughnessy freak standing in the hall waiting for him.

  “Ben, about all the cuckolding jokes, I don’t mean anything by it anymore. If it bothers you, though, I can stop,” Judah offered in a mellow tone.

  Ben turned his back to the cowboy and stacked the linens he needed before heading into the bedroom. “Don’t flatter yourself. I never dwell on anything you say.”

  He frowned when Judah helped him fit the sheets onto the bed.

  “When I saw those men attacking her in the alley it made me sick. Then later when I thought of her not wearing a bra and dancing with some other guy at a club…” Judah’s head dropped. “What I did to you years ago, tha
t misunderstanding we had—”

  “You mean fucking my wife?” Ben snorted as he stuffed his pillow into a case.

  “Yeah, that,” Judah confessed, scratching his head awkwardly before finding courage. “It was shit. I don’t mean the encounter was crappy. The sex with her was fucking incredible.”

  Ben fluffed the pillow before realizing to do so didn’t require clenched fists and overzealous pounding to the fluffy bastard. “Get to the point, Shaughnessy.”

  “What I put you through when you found out about it, and the remorse she had to go through afterward was reprehensible,” Judah admitted, countenance plagued with something that looked akin to guilt. “I didn’t realize that until tonight. I mean I knew it must have sucked for you, but I didn’t think about what a shitty thing it was to do to someone until I saw someone trying to touch something that belonged to me. I know it’s not the same thing exactly, but the point is—”

  “Are you apologizing to me?” Ben asked, wondering why his lips had the slight curve to them upon hearing the words. “I’m sorry” could never change what Judah had done or make it right. Why did hearing a paraphrase of those words alleviate his anger?

  “No, I wouldn’t call it that exactly.” Judah shoved his hand into his pocket while the other scratched his head. “I was just acknowledging that it must have sucked for you.”

  Ben cleared his throat as they put the top sheet on the bed. “Well, it’s in the past. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

  “Are you forgiving me, sheriff?” Judah asked.

  “No, I wouldn’t call it that exactly,” Ben parroted. “I’m just acknowledging that it must suck for you knowing that I’m the bigger man.”

  Judah smirked, seeming more relaxed when Ben smiled.

  “So we’re good then?” Judah asked.

  “I think we are.”

  “Don’t punch me in the face, but I wanted to try something.” Judah walked around the bed, eyes curious and surprisingly innocent. “There’s something I’ve got to know.”

  Ben stood still, feeling strangely okay when Judah put his hands on his face and gently pressed his lips to Ben’s. Judah’s lips felt soft yet manly as they rubbed and molded against Ben’s. The cowboy pulled away before Ben could stick his tongue in Judah’s mouth.

  “Well?”

  Judah looked thoughtful. “I was just trying to see if the mating heat made your kisses seem good.”

  Ben rolled his eyes. “Or maybe I’m just a good kisser.”

  Judah smirked. “No, that can’t be it. Your lips are a nice texture and you smell good.”

  Ben shoved him. “This isn’t a science experiment, you idiot. If you want to know what I can do, why don’t you ram your tongue into my mouth and find out?”

  “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Judah stepped forward and pecked Ben’s lips before running his tongue over the contours of them.

  Ben nipped Judah’s bottom lip, feeling a wild spark of energy at the breathy sound that came from Judah when their lips parted and their tongues mingled. Hot, wet masculinity flowed over Ben’s tongue as he slowly ate and devoured Judah’s mouth in an experimental kiss he wouldn’t mind repeating in the future.

  Judah gripped his chest and moaned gently. The slight shift in his jeans called to Ben, and the sheriff pulled him closer, holding Judah’s body against his. The cowboy panted and pulled away, though he seemed reluctant as he cleared his throat, looking awkward and aroused.

  “Yeah, you definitely don’t suck at that,” Judah admitted.

  Ben grinned. “You need to run another test?”

  Judah smirked. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “I believe I would.”

  He blinked before a shy smile that was out of place on his cocky face took over. “I might have to take you up on that sometime. I’ve got to shower. I’ll see you later.”

  “In bed,” Ben added.

  Judah’s cock lifted in his jeans. “What’s that now?”

  “I bought the king-size bed for sex, but Jill wants everybody to sleep in it with her.”

  “Oh, that’s interesting.”

  Ben shrugged. “We’ve got to keep her happy.”

  “Definitely.” Judah nodded. “Might be nice.”

  “Could be. Everybody can wear pajamas if it makes them more comfortable.”

  “Or just be naked since everybody’s already seen everything.”

  “Even better.” Ben adjusted the comforter, trying to distract himself from tackling the other man to the floor and mauling his face.

  “Do you shower with Neil sometimes or just Jill?”

  He turned to face Judah. “Both. Why is that?”

  “Just curious. I think they’re out now, so I guess it’s my turn.” Judah walked out of the bedroom, adjusting his jeans.

  Jill walked into the room, wrapped in a towel with Logan and Neil walking on either side of her.

  “Are you ready for bed, hubby?” she asked.

  Ben gave her a light kiss on the lips. “Almost. I’ve just got to shower real quick and then I’ll be ready.”

  “I think Judah just went in there,” she informed him.

  Ben tried not to smile as he grabbed some fresh underwear from his drawer. “What a bummer.”

  Neil laughed. “Benny boy, you’re so good about preserving the environment by conserving water.”

  Ben grinned, feeling warm, nervous, and excited. A lot like he had the first time he slept with Jill and Neil.

  His lady had a naughty smile on her face as she watched him.

  “Get your dirty minds out of the gutter,” Ben joked as he headed toward the hall. “Judah and I just need to finish that conversation we were having.”

  Chapter Nineteen:

  Free

  A month later

  Ah, the in-laws. Ben and Neil sat in the living room playing poker with Ben’s father and two brothers, Milan and Adam Easton. They were staying in town since the wedding was in a week.

  Pasadena and Coral were spending the night at Logan’s and Judah’s ranch where Ben, Jill, and Neil would move in tomorrow.

  Ben’s mother, Edna Easton, had just excused herself to the bathroom, so Jill went into the living room to watch Ben playing cards. He looked so strong and handsome, sitting there in jeans and a gray T-shirt, completely unaware that she had her face resting against the wall, watching him.

  Neil wore a gray suit with a cornflower-blue tie, and his cocky, troublemaking grin made her want to kiss his cute face. “Take a look at this awesome hand, bros.”

  Jill noticed Ben’s glass was empty. Poor guy was probably thirsty. She grabbed the pitcher of water from the fridge and walked into the living room. He looked touched when she refilled his glass.

  “Thanks, sunshine.”

  She gave him a warm smile.

  Ben’s father, Carl Easton, opened his big mouth. “Well, you’ve got the wife trained well, don’t you?”

  The man really needed a frying pan to the face. She gave him a vicious smile and threatening snake eyes before she headed toward the kitchen.

  “She’s not trained,” Ben said. “She’s just a thoughtful sweetheart.”

  Jill stopped in the dining room, realizing he probably didn’t know she’d heard. There was no chest-thumping pride, only gratitude for her kindness and a husband that stood up for her against the father he never could impress.

  She peeked her head around the corner. “Does anybody else need anything?”

  Multiple “nos” followed.

  Adam Easton turned in his seat with a naughty grin. “So, Jill, this marrying-four-men business of yours, it’s just a marriage of convenience, right?”

  She smiled. “Yeah, Adam, that’s what it is.”

  Neil laughed.

  Adam winked at her with a knowing smile.

  Milan Easton smirked from his seat in between Adam and Neil. “It’s definitely convenient for her having four men to handle all those needs. If for some reason none of them are
around during one of your needy moments, you have my number, Jill.”

  She rolled her eyes and gave him a slight smile.

  Ben scowled at his brother. “Milan, don’t make me hurt you.”

  Carl Easton raised his beer glass. “Well, you never have to worry about Adam making a pass at your wife, does he, Adam?”

  Adam shook his head while he shuffled the cards. “Dad, for the last time I’m not gay. I have a girlfriend.”

  “Sure you do,” Carl snorted.

  Jill walked back into the kitchen, becoming happy and content when she sensed Ben following behind her.

  “You look amazing tonight,” he murmured into her hair from behind, pinning her between his brawny body and the counter.

  “Thank you.”

  She wore an emerald-green dress that looked like something a 1950s housewife would wear. In the beginning the retro dresses had irked her, but now she liked them, though no grunting ape could ever make her wear dresses 24/7. Jeans and shorts just looked too good on her.

  “I’ve been meaning to give you your license and debit card back,” he told her. “I keep forgetting.”

  A slow, steady rush went through her. “Actually I was thinking maybe you could hold onto them for me.”

  He seemed surprised as he guided her chin so she looked over her shoulder at him. “I thought you’d be thrilled to get them back so you don’t have to ask me for them anytime you want to buy something without cash or go somewhere.”

  Warm cream flowed from her pussy and coated her folds. “It’s kind of a turn-on knowing I can’t leave, spend money, or drink without your permission.”

  Ben growled low and deep, murmuring against her neck. “Who are you and what have you done with my wife?” They chortled before he added “Neil, told me what you did earlier. I didn’t tell you to transfer the five grand back into our account. I’m deeply touched, but you didn’t have to do that.”

  “I know. I wanted to.” She pressed her ass against him. “I want to be one with you in every way.”

  “That means a lot, love. Thank you. Are you wearing a thong?”