Rissa’s Men (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

  “That feel good, babe? You like my mouth on your hot little pussy?” Deacon asked. “I’m going to fuck this tight pussy with my hard cock. You’ll like that, too. Want you, babe.”

  “God, yes. Please, Deacon. I need you.” Rissa couldn’t believe she was already begging the man to fuck her. Surely she had more restraint than that. At least she’d thought she had.

  “Hurry, Deacon,” Jethro urged.

  She thrashed her head from side to side as Deacon curled his fingers against her pussy walls and found that sweet spot she’d dreamed about. Damn, it felt good as he rubbed the spot and latched onto her clit at the same time. Rissa flew, her head feeling as if it would implode as pleasure unlike anything she’d ever felt before had her ears ringing. Was that her screaming?

  All she could do was feel and jerk in the two men’s arms as they slowly petted her until she was finally back in her own body and panting like she’d just run a two-minute mile. Nothing had prepared her for that kind of pleasure.

  Nothing. Not even her dreams.

  * * * *

  Deacon climbed on the bed and kissed Rissa, sharing her taste with her from his lips. She kissed him back, sliding her tongue along his until she thrust it in and out of his mouth much as he had thrust his fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy only seconds before. He sucked on her bottom lip then pulled back and rolled her over on top of him.

  “You’re going to ride me while Jethro slicks up that tight asshole for his dick. Okay, babe?”

  “Yes. I want you both inside of me.”

  “Ever had a cock in your ass before?” Deacon asked.

  “Yeah. Honestly, I didn’t much like it, but I want this with you guys,” she told him.

  “We’ll make it good for you, babe. I promise. If at any time you don’t want it, just say the word and we’ll stop. It’s not something we want to force on you, got it?” Deacon asked.

  “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

  “If we’d known we might do this tonight, we would have brought lube, hon, but you have baby oil, so we’ll be fine.” Jethro had returned from her bathroom.

  “I didn’t think about that. I’m glad you did,” Rissa said.

  “No lube, no double,” Jethro told her. “We never want to hurt you, honey. Never.”

  “Ride me, babe. Lift up and take my hard cock in your tight pussy,” Deacon said.

  He nearly lost it when she began to slowly sink down over his dick. He was harder than steel, and the feel of her hot, wet pussy enveloping him was almost more than he could take. She fit him like a tight velveteen glove. Each stroke of his dick had her squeezing him like a velvet fist. He wasn’t going to last two seconds once Jethro got inside her tight ass.

  “Lean toward Deacon, hon, while I lube you up.” Jethro nodded over her shoulder.

  Deacon wrapped his arms around her to keep her still while the other man used the baby oil to ease his fingers inside of her, one at a time. Deacon had to bite his tongue to keep from moaning out loud when he felt Jethro’s fingers rubbing inside her tight passage. There was only a thin strip of skin separating her ass and her pussy. By the time he’d loosened her up, Deacon was sweating.

  “Okay, hon. Relax and push back while I ease inside that tight ass,” Jethro told her.

  Deacon stroked her back as Jethro eased inside of her, the pressure he knew she was feeling would be much like the pressure he was feeling only she’d have that sharp bite of pain before it eased some. He hated hurting her at all, but he knew that once they started moving inside of her, it would feel good to her. If it didn’t, they didn’t want to do it.

  “Oh, God. It’s too much. I can breathe,” Rissa hissed out.

  “Am I hurting you?” Jethro stilled inside of her.

  “Yes, no. I don’t know. Move. I can’t stand it. You’ve got to move,” she whined.

  Deacon nodded at the other man. When Jethro pulled out, Deacon pushed up. When he pulled back, Jethro pushed in. They moved in tandem for several long seconds, going slow until Rissa began trying to control the pace, moving faster. Deacon’s balls were on fire with the need to release, but he’d be damned if he came before she did. He picked up the pace along with Jethro until she was shivering in their arms, gasping and sputtering.

  “Yes, yes, yes.”

  She chanted it over and over until finally she stilled between them, her mouth open in a silent scream as her inner muscles clamped down on him tighter than any vise grip he’d ever used before. He exploded with her, hearing Jethro’s heated curse right behind him. Deacon’s climax wrung out his balls and left him so winded he felt like he’d carried a load of bricks up ten flights of stairs at a dead run.

  Fuck that was hot. It had never been like that before. He could only believe that it was because they cared so deeply for Rissa. She wasn’t someone they were fucking in hopes it would work out. They wanted it to work out even more than they cared about the fucking. Well, sort of. Hell, all he knew was that she was perfect, and he’d do whatever it took to make her happy.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Rissa roused and realized she wasn’t alone in the bed. Images and feelings from the night before bombarded her as her eyes flew open. She’d had sex with both men last night. Really. They’d fucked her blind. But more than that, they’d taken care of her. God, she was so over her head with them.

  She remembered that after they’d all three collapsed, Jethro had cleaned her up then tucked her between them. Even now, she was draped over Deacon, and Jethro had one hand on her breast and was spooned so tightly around her she didn’t have a hope of getting up without waking at least one if not both of them.

  She lay there for a long time just listening to them breathe. Deacon had a soft snore that was amusing while Jethro’s hot breath tickled the back of her ear. She could get used to waking up like this.

  “You’re thinking over there. What’s up?” Jethro whispered.

  “That I could get to like waking up like this,” she admitted.

  “Yeah, me, too.”

  “And that I need to go to the bathroom,” she added.

  “Got it.” Jethro eased off of her, giving her breast a slight squeeze before he rolled off the bed, so she could get up. “Don’t be gone long. It’s a little chilly in here, and I can’t get back in bed without you between me and the big guy over there. He might mistake me for you and try to cuddle or something.”

  “Heard that, fucker.” Deacon’s husky voice startled Rissa as she backed off the bed.

  “Sorry I woke you guys up.” Rissa hurried to the bathroom, did her business, then washed her hands and climbed back into bed to cuddle up next to Deacon again.

  “Fuck, your hands are like ice,” the big man said.

  “Sorry.” She grinned over at Jethro.

  The other man smothered a laugh, clearly knowing she’d done it on purpose. She liked this. The teasing and easy, relaxed feelings between them. She wanted this for more than a few months or even a few years. She prayed it would last, because now she couldn’t imagine her life without the two of them in it. That worried her. Nothing lasted forever, right?

  They cuddled for another hour before Deacon’s stomach growling alerted all of them that they needed to get up and eat. She’d teased the big man that she was afraid his tummy would mistake her for food and eat her. He’d then changed the subject to eating her out, and they’d gone downhill from there.

  “You don’t have to cook for us, babe. We can go out and eat, you know.” Deacon sipped at the coffee she’d programmed.

  “I like to cook. Sit down and drink your coffee.” Jethro was taking a shower.

  She’d taken a shower with Deacon which had ended up with them having shower sex. At first, she’d been worried that Jethro would feel slighted, but instead he’d hugged her and promised it didn’t matter, they’d have their turn another time.

  “There’s no keeping score, hon. Just go with whatever happens. Anytime you don’t want sex for some reason, like you feel bad, or aren�
�t in the mood, just say so. It’s fine. This is no different than any other relationship in that manner. We don’t have to have sex every minute of the day, just every other minute of the day.” Jethro grinned at her.

  She’d laughed at that and decided he was right. Rissa couldn’t worry about who got what when. It would all work itself out in the end. All she needed to worry about was being herself with both men.

  “Something sure smells good.” Jethro walked in the kitchen with wet hair, wearing just his jeans like Deacon was.

  Neither man had bothered to button the top button of their jeans. Why that turned her own so much, Rissa didn’t know, but it did. For some reason it made her think that they were one button away from jumping her bones, and she liked that idea.

  “Blueberry pancakes and sausage,” she told him.

  “Damn. That sounds good.” Jethro walked over and popped Deacon over the head.

  “What the fuck was that for?” the other man asked.

  “Not insisting that we take her out instead of her cooking for us.”

  “I tried. She overruled my offer,” Deacon said, rubbing his head.

  “Okay, guys. Time to eat.” She set the plate piled high with pancakes on the table then added the plate of sausage next to it. “I’m cooking eggs for me. Do you guys want any?”

  “None for me. This is more than enough,” Jethro said.

  “You scrambling them?” Deacon asked.

  “Yep,” she said.

  “I’ll take a couple please.”

  “He’s a growing boy,” Jethro teased.

  They ate, teasing each other and making plans for the rest of the day. They decided to watch movies before the men had to leave to get ready for work Monday morning. She’d be interviewing people to fill her position for the store and getting ready for more inventory. She smiled. In a little over a week, she’d open her doors and couldn’t wait to see how it did. She’d already started advertising and had some amazing deals scheduled for Black Friday.

  Rissa curled up on the couch with her e-reader and lost herself in a book while she settled down from the excitement of having the men all to herself for the entire day. She doubted she would see them before the next weekend since they were both buys with their jobs and she would have the store to work on, but she was sure she’d hear from them.

  I can’t believe I’m doing this. I had a great time going out with them last night, but how would they handle going out with me next weekend?

  She had no idea. She just prayed that no one was rude, or Deacon would probably hit them. She smiled. Not that she would mind that so much, she didn’t want him to end up in jail when one of the pansy men pressed charges. That wouldn’t happen in their world, but it most certainly could in hers.

  Could they meld their worlds, or would she need to give up hers? Could she?

  What would I be missing by dropping out of society? I don’t think Father would disown me, and my brother would still see me, but I don’t believe having two men as boyfriends will go over well with everyone else.

  Did it matter to her? Rissa honestly didn’t think so. She’d despised most of the people she’d been forced to be around. They were cheaters, womanizers, backbiters, and snobs. She’d worried that someday she’d end up just like them. It was one of the reasons she’d decided to open her own store, to get away from that circle of acquaintances. She definitely wouldn’t call them friends. It would give her a measure of satisfaction to be doing something constructive and give her an excuse when they invited her to shop or go out with them for lunch.

  If her little boutique became popular, they might well shop there. She’d enjoy taking their money knowing they were only shopping there because it was the in thing to do. Of course, they might come just to poke fun at her. Well, Rissa didn’t care. She was excited about opening soon and couldn’t wait to start the interviewing process the next day.

  Unable to settle long enough to read, Rissa programmed a cup of tea and opened her laptop to go over her orders. She’d placed several from several different suppliers. She’d get a feel for which ones had quality merchandise and which ones she wouldn’t order from again. She wanted only the best that was out there. She wasn’t going to sell knock-offs or flawed items. Only the best.

  She perused the online distributors for more unusual or interesting pieces. She wanted to carry hard-to-find items. She stumbled on a small distributor that carried some amazing bra and panty sets. She read over their return policy and what the material was made of before placing a small order to determine if they would be someone she might order from in the future.

  By the time she’d finished that, Rissa was ready for bed. She crawled in after changing into her nightgown and realized she’d be sleeping where they’d made love the night before. She could still smell them on her sheets. It felt as if a little part of them was still with her.

  I can’t wait to see them again. I just hope this weekend doesn’t screw everything up for us.

  * * * *

  “I feel like a fool,” Deacon grumbled.

  He checked that he’d fastened the buttons in the correct order then tucked the tail in his slacks before fastening the belt.

  “You look fine. Remember, no growling or cursing at people. We want to fit in as best we can,” Jethro said.

  Deacon watched his friend fasten his own belt before walking over to look at himself in the bathroom mirror. Jethro shook his head then looked back at him.

  “Are my pants dragging on the ground?”

  “Hell, how should I know? Walk out here then walk back in so I can see them.” Deacon watched as Jethro did that then sighed. “They look fine. I feel like a fucking girl playing dress up. This shit sucks.”

  “It’s not like we’ll be doing it all the time, Deacon. She’s worth a little trouble every once in a while.”

  “Still don’t like it.”

  “Neither do it, but we’re doing it, so shut the hell up.”

  Deacon sighed. “We better go while I still have these fuckin’ buttons on. I feel like I’m going to hulk out of this thing. It’s too tight across the arms.”

  “Yeah, well, we needed to plan ahead and order something out of that big and tall men’s catalogue for you. We’ll do that for the next time you have to dress up. Deal with it, whiny baby.”

  “Fuck you. I’d like to see you wear this thing and be comfortable.”

  “I’m not any more comfortable than you are, so shut up. We need to leave in a few minutes to pick up Rissa,” Jethro said. “Remember, no snapping at anyone. Let Rissa handle any snarky attitudes. We don’t want to get thrown out of the place. Somehow I don’t think that would be a good thing.”

  “You think?”

  Deacon wouldn’t mind one bit getting thrown out and banned from one of those fancy-assed restaurants, but he didn’t want to embarrass Rissa. He’d hold in his attitude if it killed him.

  It just might before the night was over.

  “Ready?” Jethro asked.

  “Yeah, let’s get this over with.”

  He heard Jethro sigh. Yeah, he needed to stow the attitude. He tried. Really, he was trying.

  They knocked on Rissa’s door at twenty till seven. They had seven fifteen reservations at the restaurant. Rissa opened the door wearing a pale blue dress with her hair pulled back so that her auburn curls trailed down her back. She wore two-inch heels that Deacon swore would kill someone if she ever thought to use them as a weapon.

  She looked incredible. Jethro seemed just as taken by her. Neither one of them said a word, making her look down at herself then back up with a worried expression on her face.

  “Is something wrong? Do I have something on my dress?” She stepped back inside and checked herself in the mirror next to the door.

  “No. Nothing’s wrong. You look amazing,” Jethro hurried to tell her.

  “Fucking gorgeous,” Deacon added. “Love that dress, but those heels are a broken ankle waiting to happen.”

  “Deac
on,” Jethro warned.

  “Just saying,” he muttered.

  Rissa laughed, the tinkling sound curling around his chest like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s day. Fuck, when had he gotten so sappy? He liked how she laughed. Period.

  “You guys look pretty darn good yourselves. You do look uncomfortable though. I’m sorry.” She frowned.

  “It’s okay. We can handle it tonight,” Jethro told her.

  “Deacon, I’ll order you a couple of shirts that will fit you better than what you have on. You look like you’re struggling to breathe in that one.” Rissa touched his chest, and he nearly groaned out loud. God, her touch did things to him.

  Bad things.

  Dirty things.

  “I’ll live for tonight,” he said with a half grin. “We better get moving or we’ll be late.”

  Deacon locked the door for Rissa, then he and Jethro escorted her to the elevator and out to the truck. They were taking Jethro’s truck that wasn’t used for work, so it was much cleaner. The one drawback was that it had a center console, so Deacon had to ride in the back after he’d helped Rissa up into the tall truck. He easily swung her up into the cab so that she didn’t have to climb up with those killer heels. He really worried about her wearing them all the time.

  Rissa talked about her week, and how she’d hired the young woman, Taylor, the daughter of one of their friends, to help her at the store.

  “She’s got a great head on her shoulders. I’m almost positive I can count on her to run things if I need to be gone for any length of time. Oh, and the last of my shipments came in yesterday. We’ll be setting everything up for the grand opening on Friday. I can’t wait,” Rissa told them.

  “Need anything big moved?” Deacon asked from the back seat.

  “No. Thanks, though. You guys made it so that we have everything like we need it to avoid having trouble with heavy items and such. I can’t thank you guys enough for how well you set it all up.”