Three's Never a Crowd [The Corsakis Hotel 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Serena Akeroyd

  As a long, low groan spilled through the air, she was suddenly pushed back. Before she could complain, hands were on her shoulders, pushing her down to the ground. She knelt, willingly, staring up at him, eyes watering at the glare of the sun in the blindingly blue sky.

  “Suck it,” he gritted out, voice so guttural it hit her low—right in the pussy.

  She grabbed a hold of his shaft, pulling his boxers down to his knees, and slipped her mouth over the tip. Salty, musky...Harden. She wet his long dick with her tongue, prodding the tiny hole, slurping him up, every luscious, sloppy inch. Bobbing her head back and forth, she took as much of him as she could, letting her spittle slip from between her lips to drip down over to his balls. She pulled free, then lowered her head further down. Taking a globe between her lips, she sucked harder, prodding the taut skin with her tongue.

  “Where do you want to come, baby?” she asked, panting as she released his balls, and slipped back up to his cock.

  “Where can I come?” he retorted, blue eyes brighter than the azure sky overhead.

  She made a slurping noise as she pulled his shaft from her mouth. “Anywhere,” she promised, knowing how that would turn him on. After nearly six years together, she knew his kinks.

  His groan hit her clit, making her toes curl with the pleasure of it.

  “Your face,” he growled out, part plea, part command

  She smiled up at him, having known instinctively what his choice would be. Bella knew how to strike a bargain, even if Harden didn’t know a deal was being struck.

  Slowly retracting her mouth from his cock, she looked up at him, and watched as he grabbed a hold of his shaft and began to jack off. Fast, hard, and rough, his hips rocked as he began to growl out his pleasure. She braced herself for the fast spurt of his seed, and forced herself to stillness when it pelted her cheeks, mouth, nose, and brow.

  He milked his cock as he snarled, long and low, ensuring every droplet was free from his balls and messily decorating her face.

  His panting breaths were loud in the silence of the balcony, and he stared down at her, eyes glittering with a ferocity that was hard-wired to her pussy. She didn’t have to question what a gladiator at the Coliseum would have looked like post-victory, Bella knew from Harden’s masculine satisfaction. He’d conquered her. Many a time.

  His hand snapped out, fingers trailing through the mess he’d made. Swirling some of the seed into her skin, rubbing it into the patch of flesh beneath her nose. He dipped the digits into her mouth, expecting her to lick them clean, and she obeyed, her cunt clenching down, needing to be filled in reaction to each suck.

  Almost as though Evan had heard her pussy’s silent plea, she felt his heat at her back, and then his fingers slid along the contours of her cunt. She was embarrassingly wet, because while coming on her face was Harden’s kink, it turned her on something fierce too.

  His hand slid back and forth, over and over until the squelching noises overtook the quiet terrace and she was panting, begging to be filled, her lungs burning with her desperation. As she fell forward onto her hands and knees, Bella felt three fingers rim her slit, felt the back of his hand run between the lips, and before she could do more than screech, the digits were back, four of them this time, but they didn’t ask to be invited in, they just kept on coming, on and on until she was filled with Evan’s fist.

  She panted at the tight fit, letting her head drift down to rest against Harden’s upper thigh, his cock bobbing against her cheek. Bella cried out when Evan began to move, gently as he always did when he fisted her, cautiously. And that very caution drove her wild. It was the precursor to so much more, and she couldn’t wait. Her body was literally throbbing with the need for both men.

  Evan’s other hand toyed with her clit, pinching and playing, nipping between the tips before outright rubbing. Her hips slammed up and down in reaction to his thrusts, and she cried out each and every time he slid slickened fingers around the nubbin of her pleasure.

  Bella came when he started to separate his fingers, spreading her wider apart, so wide she felt too full, so full she felt he’d tear her apart. But as always, he was teasing her, making her coast along the fear, until she embraced that fear and soared with the delicious agony of the moment. Her pussy, half-trembling out of terror at Evan’s big fist, clenched down as an orgasm ripped through her womb, almost ripping her heart from her chest with its power. Her cries merged with the seagulls overhead as she went limp, falling backward against Evan’s chest as pleasure rammed her in the solar plexus.

  She let herself be arranged on the hot tile floor, felt the shade of the parasol as it covered her from the fiery rays of the sun. Her cunt ached when he pulled his hand free, but in an empty way. In a needy way. Lazily, she loosened the ties of her bikini top, letting her tits spill out, enjoying their harsh inhalations as they took note.

  Her eyes popped open to catch a glimpse of Harden’s cock. Seeing it was erect once more, she whispered, “Need both of you. Now.” Evan groaned, and she snapped, “Get the lube.”

  Harden murmured, “Do you think that’s wise, baby?”

  “You won’t be able to walk for a day!”

  “Then you’d best make it worth my while,” she spat, urging her floppy bones into movement. Bella reached for Evan as she glared at Harden. “Get the lube. I indulged you, now indulge me.”

  As Harden disappeared, a sheepish cast to his features, Evan complained, “I indulged you just then. You know I hate fisting you.”

  “Yeah, well, you know I love it more when you’re both in my cunt.”

  He hissed. “Don’t use dirty words against me.”

  “What? You don’t want to hear how much my cunt needs both your cocks? How it feels so fucking empty, so needy that only the pair of you will get me off?

  “It’s the truth,” she gasped out, sinking back to the hard, unrelenting tile floor. “Only when you’re so tight inside me, do I feel like we’re all connected again. Like we’re one. And we can only do that through me.”

  Evan sighed, then, reaching down, rubbed her nose with his. “If we could, we’d both marry you, Bella.”

  Her eyes popped open in pleased surprise at his words. “I know.” And she did, but she did like to be reminded about how deeply they felt for her.

  He nodded. “As long as you do.”

  “This is my sexual version of a ceremony,” she told him. “I’m the ring.”

  Evan chuckled. “You’re a fucking tease is what you are.”

  “Don’t tell her something she already knows, Evan,” Harden mumbled as he returned to the terrace. She heard a slap-slap sound, and let her eyes drift over the glistening purply red flesh of his lubed-up shaft. He threw the bottle to Evan, and she watched as he drizzled it over his own dick.

  “Do you really want to do this out here?”

  “What? With the sun overhead, the sky and sea close to hand...no one around just us three, inside but out, free to make whatever noise we want? Yeah, I want it out here.”

  “How come you only get so demanding when it comes to this?” Evan complained.

  “Because if I didn’t, you’d treat me with kid gloves.” She glared at them both. “I don’t want that now, I want you to fuck me. To remind me of who and what I am to you.”

  Harden sighed, and clambered down to the ground. He rested his back against the terrace railings. “This is the least sexiest, most sexiest thing we ever do together. I fucking dread it when you ask it of us, Bella.”

  She ignored his whining, and instead rolled to her knees, kicking one over so she sat astride him, but her back rested against his chest. Grabbing his slick, hot shaft, she carefully held it to her cunt, and impaled herself on the thick girth. He was thicker than Evan, a little shorter, but his fat dick filled her so perfectly, it made her eyes flutter shut with delight.

  “Fuck, if you could see the pair of you like this,” Evan groaned, a sexy rumble in his voice.

  “Take a picture,” she drawled throat
ily. “It can be a memento of our first vacation in years.”

  Eyes bugging out, Evan was quick to grab his phone and take a snapshot of her and Harden’s joined sexes. She groaned at the thought of him being able to look at it whenever he wanted, to see both of his lovers whenever he cared to.

  She blinked at the feel of Harden’s hands on her breasts. A moan escaped her as he teased and taunted her nipples, pinching them hard, before carefully circling them with a gentleness that had her pussy clamping down on his shaft.

  The other hand slid between her legs, and he began to play with her clit. The sloppy addition of the lube made the caress a slick session in torture. Just as she felt her nerve endings twitch with pleasure, the threat of orgasm threatening to choke her, her body recognized Evan’s presence. With her eyes closed, she relied on her senses to tell her more about his proximity, but she didn’t have to guess when she felt his cock brush over the parted lips guarding her sex.

  His body heat hit her, alongside his delicious essence of musky, turned-on male. She groaned when their bellies touched, and whimpered when his cock began to pierce her cunt. Behind her, Bella felt Harden stiffen up, his muscles freezing, before he groaned long and low as Evan tried to hook his cock deep inside her.

  It was always an irritating moment. She longed to feel them both deep, so deep she was sure she’d choke, and yet, these agonizing minutes merely made her crave it all the more, until she longed for it, her body crying out with the need to have them so close to her.

  Evan was panting and cursing by the time he worked the tip inside her stuffed cunt, and she began to sob from the overload of sensation as he carefully rocked his hips, cautiously thrusting, and slowly but surely filling her to overfull.

  She couldn’t describe how it felt to be double stuffed. She couldn’t explain why it got to her the way it did, frazzling every one of her senses in such a way she almost always blacked out from the power of it.

  Or maybe that was what she craved.

  The petit mort. Only like this had she ever experienced the numbing chasm of ecstasy, and like any addict, she craved it and feared it equally. It overtook the senses, drilled her focus down to the basest part of her nature. Where she was more animal than human, and where these two men ceased to be her lovers, her boyfriends. They were her mates. And this was her, staking a claim.

  A bit out curse had her eyes popping open. She stared down, cautiously peeking, not wanting to move forward and dislodge Evan, and the sight of the two cocks tightly pressed against each other, had her head falling back with the deliciousness of it.

  But nothing was so wonderful as when Evan began to move. “This fucking floor is murder on my knees,” he grunted as he began to thrust, but his complaint was garbled by a low moan that tore through the atmosphere. She noticed his pace increased, his hips began to rock a little faster, a little deeper. He couldn’t pull out the way he usually would, the thrusts had to be deep or he’d fall out, and the agony of being so tightly fucked powered down her veins like the best fix in the world.

  Tears ran freely down her cheeks at the beauty of it, and her chest ached with withholding the emotions that suddenly filled her as full as her cunt was.

  She lifted an arm and wrapped it behind Harden’s neck, tucking him close, she whispered, “I love you.”

  “Love you, baby,” he snarled out the heartfelt words.

  When Evan pressed his cheek to hers, then whispered, “I love you, too, darling,” she wanted to cry with the beauty of the moment. When the two of them were inside her, she could ignore the fact they were pulling away from her, because here, they weren’t.

  “Oh, Evan, I love you, sweetheart,” she gasped, then felt a scream building pressure in her chest when Harden’s fingers suddenly decided to start circling her clit again.

  With one pinch, a tweak, and a faint caress, she felt the lights in her eyes start to fade away until black beckoned, until it called and sought her out, embracing her, binding her to its clinging heart.

  More tears escaped as the power of the moment overcame her, truly joining three and making them one.

  Chapter Two

  “Killer cream pie.”

  Bella smirked, and handed Evan a piece of paper. He unfolded it, then glared at her. “Come on, hand it over,” she taunted. When he reached for his wallet, she flickered her fingers and snatched the hundred bucks from his grasp. “It isn’t my fault you belong on a porn flick, Evan,” she retorted.

  He grunted. “It was killer.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I had to clean it up.”

  “Technically, that’s a lie, Bella. We had a bath, only you were out for the count for most of it.”

  Blinking, she felt her grin spread across her mouth. “Did you do wicked things to me?”

  Harden snorted. “Yeah, right. You made a Raggedy-Ann doll look like she had muscle tone!”

  “One lover who belongs with James Deen, the other with about as much charm as Sid Vicious. Christ, what did I do to get so lucky?”

  Harden sniffed. “I can be charming, when I want to.”

  “Yeah, well, it’s never around me.” She leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Good job I love you anyway,” she mocked against his mouth.

  “Love, forgiver of all sins.”

  “I wouldn’t go that far, babe. You start farting in bed, I won’t be forgiving that sin. And if you cheated on me, I’d cut your dick off.”

  “That’s fighting talk,” Evan inserted, grouchily staring down at the note Bella had just handed him.

  They’d had a bet. If Bella could guess the exact first words each man had spoken after she’d passed out, they owed her a hundred bucks. She’d been right on the ball with Evan’s words, but with Harden she’d failed miserably. Her guess of, “I don’t think movement is in my near future,” had been way off base to his, “I think I just died. A little bit.”

  She took it back. He could be charming. In the cutest, most beautiful ways. His words were a link to her feelings on what they’d shared…she considered those moments when they were joined the petit mort, and so did he.

  She studied Evan’s sulky pout with appreciation. He was a beautiful jackass sometimes. “Yeah, well, fighting talk is a language I learned at the cinema. I’ve watched enough of your movies to know how to talk like a bitch.”

  He scowled. “What are you saying?”

  “What do you think? Your heroines always have an attitude.”

  “She’s right. They do,” Harden said lazily, tilting his face to the sun. Watching him bask in its rays was becoming a guilty pleasure of hers.

  “I think I resent that,” Evan mumbled, crumbling the piece of paper into his fist and dropping it into his empty coffee cup.

  “If you only think it, then you’re obviously not insulted. You can’t deny it, though, honey. Lara Storm? Jessie Harris? Darla Hyatt? All of them, brats with more bitchiness than sense.”

  He scowled. “I liked Darla, and Lara had lost her family in that car pile-up—how did you expect her to be? Dancing a ‘Ring Around the Rosie?’”

  “I have no clue what that is, but I’m not dissing them, just saying you go for heroines with a lot of spunk. The irony being I’m not exactly a badass, am I?”

  Harden reached for her hand and pressed a kiss to it. “You’re perfect for me, babe.”

  She grinned. “Okay, now I definitely concede. You can be charming when you want to be.”

  A pleased twinkle in his eye had her laughing, then chuckling a little harder as Evan, obviously working through the rather long list of his movies’ heroines, finally burst out, “Willa Black, she wasn’t a pain in the ass.”

  “No, but she was a ghost. Can ghosts be pains in the asses when they don’t have one?”

  He groused, “I don’t know.”

  She patted his hand. “Don’t let it become a problem, babe. It was just a comment, that’s all.”

  “Shit, are my movies predictable?” Evan asked, a concerned frown marring his
brow.

  “No, of course not,” she denied.

  “How can they not be if all the heroines are literally the same?”

  “Just because Hollywood wants the female leads to be brats doesn’t mean that’s your fault.”

  “So, they are predictable?”

  “No!” she snapped. “Hell, I wish I’d never said anything now. Your movies are great, babe. They’re just not you. That’s all.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “What do you think it means? I’ve already told you I don’t think the movies are good for you.”

  “So, what? I should quit being a director of blockbusters and start producing films no fucker wants to see?”

  “Did I say that?” she bit out, glaring at him over the table on the terrace they’d fucked on only the day before. That he was spoiling for an argument was a given—why hadn’t he just let the subject go? “No, I said that you should do something that interests you. Movies with heroines running around in skimpy shorts and no brain matter are not the kind of films you should be producing.”

  “Why not? Are you jealous?”

  “Evan, calm down, bud,” Harden warned, but Bella held up a hand.

  “No, wait, Harden, if Evan has something he’d like to say then he can say it. I’ll listen and give him an appropriate response. Whether he deserves it or not.

  “Firstly, no, I’m not jealous. I’ve never thought I had a reason to be...but now you mention it, when was the last time we even slept together before we arrived here? Never mind fucked. Both of you could be fucking anyone when you’re away from home, and I’m just sat in the house, waiting for you to get back, planning my fucking life around both of your schedules.

  “Secondly, you shouldn’t be producing movies like that, because you’re forgetting, I’ve seen your film portfolio. The stuff you produced in college is no way near anything like the shit you’re directing now. And if you can’t see that, then either Hollywood has brainwashed you, or you’re in it for the money.” She pulled in an irritated breath and scraped her chair back from the table, it screeched against the terracotta tiles lining the terrace floor, but she ignored the sound to spit out, “Thirdly, I made a comment about your characters, not to hurt you or mock you. It was a statement. Something I’ve noticed. My opinion, that’s all. If you don’t think that, then that’s your opinion, too. Why would I try to start an argument? That’s the last thing I’d want to do. You’re a caustic SOB, Evan. You make comments all the goddamn time about some shit or other...if you can’t take it, then you shouldn’t give it.”