Three Men and a Woman: Annabelle (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rachel Billings

She could hear him walk up behind her and knew by the sounds he was undressing. He stopped close enough that she could feel his heat.

  “If I get first choice, I’m gonna need a condom and some lube.”

  Annabelle moaned. No surprise he would go for ass first. And the guys only used a condom during an ass-fuck for hygiene, when they were planning on having cock somewhere else for round two. She was going to be here for a while.

  Rowen and Kevin were only too willing to help. Kevin opened a drawer for the lube and condom while Rowen encouraged her.

  “Good girl,” he said to her. “You’re going to love this.”

  She couldn’t deny she was getting hotter, lying there ass up, waiting and listening as Braeden suited up.

  Without warning, one of them squirted lube up into her, the cold shock of it making her shudder. Then Braeden positioned the head of his cock at her hole and leaned over her, his hands alongside her shoulders. With a hard grunt, he thrust in.

  He was so deep inside her, stretching her so much, Annabelle couldn’t hold back a pleasured moan. “You like that, huh, baby?” Braeden ground into her, reaming, not withdrawing yet. “I do, too. Your ass is so fucking tight. Damn, you guys found a hot one. She’s fucking made for this, isn’t she?”

  He started pumping into her then, the mildly abrading motion turning up the heat for her. She heard Ro and Kev alternating between urging him on and praising her, telling her how hot it was to watch Brae ass-fuck her.

  Annabelle rarely came with just stimulation to the ass, but Braeden had her nearly there. Something about him seemed to push her hot sex buttons.

  He was sounding very satisfied, too, grunting in pleasure now with each thrust. She thought he was going to end it that way for both of them, but he surprised her. He paused, pushed deeply into her, and spoke to his side. “Ro, does she know what to do with her mouth?”

  She could hear the grin in Rowen’s voice. “Hell, yeah.”

  Braeden slid his hands around her shoulders and lifted her up, turning her. Rowen and Kevin circled around. They were both naked and their cocks were hard. They’d been planning on joining the party all along.

  Rowen stood in front of her while Braeden went back to pumping into her ass. She was arched, her head against Braeden’s shoulder, her spine curved to accommodate those hard thrusts. The position caused her tits to jut out, begging for attention.

  Ro stepped up to her, covered her breasts with both hands, and squeezed. He played with them, rolling and tugging the nipples, making her groan. He kissed her hard once, then curled his hands into her hair at the nape. He brought her down, bent at the waist, so her mouth was right at the level where he had his cock waiting, all ready for her.

  Suddenly she was hungry for him. Braeden’s cock up her ass was a hot turn on, but it was rough and unfamiliar. She found she wanted Rowen—safe, hers, familiar. She opened her mouth and started licking him. Soon she had him moist and slippery, sliding into her mouth. He groaned, taking a couple long strokes as she swallowed him.

  Behind her, Braeden laughed. “Christ, she does know.” He shuddered a little—she could tell he liked his ass-fuck. “Kev, grab her tit and diddle her clit. I want to feel her come.”

  Kevin sidled up. Ro was already gripping one of her nipples, but Kev grabbed the other and slid fingers down to her pussy.

  She was already so hot it didn’t take long. Despite her uneasiness about Braeden, he did fill her ass in the best way. Nearly as soon as Kev touched her, she was spasming. Ro stepped back a bit to give her the air she needed to wail out her hard come. Only the tight hold the three had on her kept her on her feet.

  “Hell, yeah, she’s a sweet fuck. Kev, get underneath her. Let’s give her a triple-cock fuck. Quick, before I come. I’m about to lose it.”

  That was just how it felt to her. He was reaming her, grinding in and making the most of each thrust. His breaths were quick and harsh.

  He barely paused as Kevin slid underneath, between her legs. Then he was positioned, upthrust cock right below her aching, empty pussy.

  They lowered her, Braeden taking a little break to let her down easy on Kevin’s cock. He crouched behind her as Kev worked himself in, until both of them filled and stretched her.

  She began moaning right away, even before they started thrusting. She was so full with them, every part of her exquisitely stimulated. Kevin knuckled her clit and pushed up into her, arching up off the floor. Braeden grunted again with his hard thrusts, grasping her ass to steady her against them. Then Ro stepped up once more, filling her mouth at the same time he rubbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples.

  They surrounded her, hard cocks filling her, hard bodies pressing into hers. The sounds of their lovemaking enfolded her, the slaps of their bodies into hers, their grunts and groans and crude descriptions of what they were doing and how it felt to fuck her, her own helpless whimpers of ecstasy.

  Braeden was closest to the edge. “Squeeze me, honey,” he grunted out, pumping into her faster, harder. “Squeeze my cock with your ass. You’re so fucking tight. Keep moving. That’s it.” He slapped her ass to hurry her on, urging her back to meet him each time he pistoned into her.

  That brought Kevin into it, the way she rode his cock to match Braden’s rhythm. He started humping up into her at that same lightning pace, groaning out his pleasure.

  Annabelle started convulsing, letting her body go, helplessly tossed about by the double-fucking from the two men. Rowen gripped her head to steady her mouth for his last thrusts. He pulled back as she started to scream out of control, bringing himself to climax with his own fist. He came, spurting into her open mouth and down her chest, just as Braeden and Kevin slammed into her, coming hard, growling out their wild satisfaction.

  They didn’t stop, any of them, whatever stimulation they were giving her, until her screams faded to exhausted moans, her body spasmed out its last shudders, and she weakly collapsed over Kevin.

  She barely roused a minute later when Ro lifted her into his arms. She shuddered as those two long cocks that still filled her slid out of her body. Ro carried her down the hall and gently laid her down. Immediately she rolled over, snuggling into the bed.

  Her eyes opened for just a second as the door closed behind him.

  Braeden’s bed.

  * * * *

  “Roll over. I want to see tits and pussy.”

  He stood at the edge of the bed looking at her, and damned if she didn’t do it.

  The little minx had had a couple hours to sleep while Braeden and his two old friends had killed a few more beers and reminisced. And here she was, in his bed, wrapped up like a little gift from his buddies.

  She was a hell of a gift, in fact, the mother of all birthday presents. And he’d just unwrapped her, sliding the blankets off a bit at a time, revealing lovely views of her gently curving back and that very sweet ass.

  Ro and Kev hadn’t said any more about her after Ro had carried her off down the hall. He hadn’t expected to find her in his bed. He’d taken a moment to clean up in the bathroom. Whatever happened next, there wasn’t going to be a condom involved.

  Honestly, he’d kind of thought she’d be shown the door after they finished their fuck party. Back in the day, they might have all taken another shot at her. God knew he wouldn’t have minded going a round in her cunt. He could tell it was nice and tight by the way Kev had to work his way in. Just like her ass. And fuck, did she know how to give head. He couldn’t believe the way she took Ro down her throat, every last inch.

  So he’d been a little disappointed to see Ro pick her up almost tenderly and cart her off. And surprised as hell when he came back, alone. He hadn’t been gone long enough for even the briefest quickie.

  At the time, he didn’t get it. She wasn’t handed her clothes and her purse and a polite, thank you, ma’am. And, since Ro was back right away, they weren’t going to each have a little one-on-one time. Using that condom had seemed a fucking waste. If he was only going to get one sh
ot at her, he’d have freaking gone bare. More than a little regretful, he’d shrugged, accepted a beer, and enjoyed the time with his friends.

  But now, here she was, waking to his crude suggestion and, to his significant satisfaction, taking it. She rolled over so her very outstanding tits stood up on her chest, nipples perking up under his gaze. And she slid her feet up, bending her knees and then dropping them open to give him a sweet look at her prime cunt. Just as he’d suspected, her pussy was tiny and tight, just like her puckered little asshole. He couldn’t imagine how two cocks the size of his and Kev’s had fit into her. She was nice and shaved. He liked the way that gave him a view of her little pink opening and the glistening moisture there as his appreciation heated her up.

  Her ready compliance was a sweet turn on. He took his gaze away from her lovely pussy scenery to meet her eyes.

  “Is there anything you won’t do if a man asks it?”

  She stayed as she was, all open and ready for him, but met his gaze as she answered. “If the man we’re talking about is Rowen or Kevin, then, so far, the answer is no, there isn’t.”

  There was a little something in her voice that made it sound like she had some regrets about that. Like maybe she should have put a clause into that agreement. Like, fucking bad boy buddies not included.

  He let her see his smirk. She could give him attitude if she wanted, but he’d heard her say yes there in the kitchen.

  And he’d seen it. She’d gotten off—way off—having three men fuck her.

  “How about if we include me in that group? Rowen, Kevin, or Braeden?”

  She paused a minute for a long breath, and Braeden was amazed at just how keen he was to get the response he wanted.

  And then she gave it. “The answer is the same.”

  He took that in. It settled in his chest, a good solid feeling of gratitude and pleasure. And fucking triumph, which, given the amused look on her face, was what she saw.

  His cock took a happy leap of glory, and she saw that, too.

  “Just how hard do you like to play?”

  “I don’t seem to know the answer to that yet.”

  She was a bright little cunt. And game. He got an unexpected kick from her wry tease. “I’m starting to like you, Annabelle.”

  “The jury’s still out about you, Braeden.”

  They shared a grin, and he started to stroke himself. That pussy was fucking tempting. “You gonna get all bent out of shape if I start calling you cunt or bitch in the heat of things?”

  She raised her eyebrows. “I don’t know. How hard will you be fucking me at the time?”

  He couldn’t lose the grin. “Fucking hard.”

  “Then I probably won’t notice.”

  He nodded. “I’ll make sure of it.” He took one last look at her cunt. “I am going to fuck that hard. But there’s one thing I want you to do first.”

  As much as he wanted that cunt, he couldn’t get out of his head the picture of her taking Ro’s cock down her throat.

  He was sure she knew what he wanted, but she waited for him to say it.

  “Come here and suck my dick.”

  She sat up with a knowing look, unsurprised. Her abs were very toned, slim and a bit ripped, despite that fucking rack she had and those generously curved hips. She crawled toward him until she reached the edge of the bed. He stepped back to let her sit. Then he moved forward to give her tits a little attention. He palmed them, squeezing and massaging a bit, then started rolling her nipples between thumbs and fingers.

  She liked it. She made breathy little noises and looked at his dick like she wanted her mouth on it. God, she was a natural, one-woman fuck party.

  “Go ahead and take it, darlin’. I can see you want it.” He put a hand behind her head and pulled her forward. She went easily to her knees. He loved looking down at her while she took his dick with both hands, stroking him. Then she licked her lips, wetting them so when she brought him to her mouth, she was already moist and slick. He groaned as he slid into that hot space, arching back to let her have it all.

  She used a lot of suction and tongue, making him want to lose himself right there.

  Just barely, he brought himself back from the edge. He looked down to watch again, keeping her head close with one hand and working her tit again with the other.

  “Christ, you’re good,” he said. He’d have thought she was a pro, despite Kev’s denial, except she so clearly enjoyed herself. This wasn’t her job. It was her freaking calling.

  “Take all of me,” he urged her then. “Like you did Ro. I know you can do it.” So he was just a bit bigger than Ro. It was hardly enough to count.

  She slid her hands up and down his length while she circled her tongue around the head, getting him nice and slick. Then she leaned forward. At the invitation, he gripped her head with both hands and went down her throat.

  He couldn’t take much before he wanted to come. Arching back, he almost yowled with it. He gave it just a couple deep strokes before he pulled out.

  “Stop,” he said, and was a little chagrined that his voice croaked. “Get back on the bed. Open your pussy for me. I’m going to fuck you. Hard, just like I promised.”

  The compliant honey, freaking siren that she was, quietly lay back on the bed and spread her legs again. She watched him with her blue eyes gone dark, filled with hot excitement and just a tinge of untrusting uncertainty. So she had a little bit of doubt about him. That wouldn’t keep him from fucking her brains out. In fact, it was an added turn on, a challenge he was determined to meet.

  He’d make her want it. Want him.

  All in all, it was just a bit too hot for him. Braeden realized he could practically get off just looking at her. One good jerk with his own hand would do it. He wouldn’t last a minute in her pussy.

  And he realized he didn’t want that. He wanted to erase that little bit of doubt from her mind. He wanted her craving, desperate, begging wholeheartedly for him to fuck her.

  She said she hadn’t reached the limits yet of her willingness for sex play.

  He’d find out.

  Taking his time, needing to cool himself as much as anything, he slowly walked to the dresser where he’d dropped his flight bag. She watched him, and he watched her pussy, as he moved.

  He zipped the bag open and pulled out a silk tie. He’d only brought the one. He’d have to raid Ro’s closet before the meeting he had with a Broadway producer in the morning.

  What the hell. Sacrifices had to be made.

  He slid the tie through his fingers as he walked back to bed. He could see she was already panting, holding back the moans. God, she was a freaking hell of a fuck-toy.

  “Put your hands over your head.”

  She couldn’t hold back that moan. And he didn’t even try to hold back his satisfied grin.

  With a little catch of her breath, she raised her hands up. Braeden knelt on the bed and tied one wrist. Then he looped the tie through a spindle of the headboard. Leave it to Ro to provide good, sturdy props for sex games.

  He yanked the tie a bit, pulling her one arm higher, and tugged the other one up so he could secure it, too. Her breath was a little keen now she couldn’t hold back at all.

  Without speaking he walked back around to the foot of the bed. Her raised arms had her back arching a bit, thrusting her juicy tits up like they were waiting for him to feast. Each jagged breath she took lifted them a little further.

  She’d left her legs open for him, her pussy on display. That called to him, too, all moist and ready for him.

  Well, he was more than ready for her.

  He crawled onto the bed. He put his knees right at her ass and spread them apart so her legs splayed out. Her cunt was open to him, completely at his mercy. Then he leaned over her, putting his weight on his hands. He looked down at her before he burrowed into her hair to whisper in her ear.

  “You wish you didn’t want me to fuck you. But you do, don’t you? You’re begging for my hard cock to fill you u
p.”

  She shook her head, but she didn’t fool him. He would hear the want in her moan.

  His cock, hard as a flagpole, rested right against her clit, and he gave her a little rub. “Liar.”

  Her body writhed, making the most of the way his cock stimulated her. She moaned again, a mix of denial, frustration, and want.

  “Say it.” He nudged her, sucking at her earlobe, biting just a little. “Say it, Annie. Say you want it. Tell me to fuck you.”

  “Braeden,” she said, pressing her head back against his. “Braeden, please.”

  It was a whimper, a needy plea. And not quite enough.

  He gave her clit a long stroke with his cock. He moved his head back so he could see her, those blue eyes burning with desire.

  One more stroke and she cried out.

  She turned her head away, but she said it. “Fuck me.”

  With a grunt of satisfaction he followed and took her mouth hard. He grazed with lips and teeth and forced her mouth open. He went in, thrusting with his tongue, almost coming again as he used her mouth the way he wanted his cock to use her pussy.

  Without hesitation she kissed him back, drawing him in, using her own tongue. Her pelvis rocked, humping herself against his cock. They were both groaning, their need hard and lusty.

  Eventually, he remembered that other feast and tore his mouth away. He backed down her just enough to nuzzle her breasts. He rubbed his face into them, then grabbed a nipple and gave her a hard suck. It was hot and sweet, and he drew on it like a newborn calf. He moved his head, tugging the breast around with him, until the suction broke. She squeaked a little at that.

  “God, I love your tits,” he murmured, nuzzling into them again. “No one in California has tits like these without plastic.” He found the other nipple and gave it a good suck, too. “But these are all real, aren’t they?” He could tell that they were, soft and firm at the same time, God’s gift to any man lucky enough to get his hands or mouth on them.

  And a gift to her, too. He could tell she loved the stimulation, knew she wasn’t even trying to smother her groans now. He dropped his weight onto one arm so he could use a hand to work her other breast. He massaged and squeezed, then rolled the nipple good and hard.