Dark Desire in Elk's Crossing [Sequel to Ecstasy in Elk's Crossing] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Robin Gideon

  Chapter Five

  A thousand conflicting emotions went through Annika in the following moments. She distinctly felt each of the strong fingers that encircled her wrists. She felt the urge to scream for help, for surely some of the cowboys in the bunkhouse would come running to her rescue. But did she really want to be rescued? Every nerve in her body was at a tinder pitch, ready to literally burst into flames at any second.

  She’d never before experienced anything quite like this. She was utterly vulnerable, completely helpless, totally engulfed by sensations more powerful than she’d ever thought possible. She wanted. She wanted with a desperation that was frightening. But she didn’t have any certainty on just exactly what it was she wanted. To be left alone? Yes. Well, maybe and maybe not. The most recent orgasms, skillfully provided by one of the two men she was with, just happened to be the most powerful and satisfying ones of her life. So why rush to be alone?

  Because she was behaving in a way that simply wasn’t like her. Not even remotely like her. She was smart, sensible, and most of all, a planner. She had her life mapped out, and there was no reason in the world she should deviate from that plan.

  “Stick your tongue out.”

  The sound of the male voice pulled Annika out of her chaotic, rambling thoughts.

  Though Annika’s eyes were closed, Sven was so close that she felt his breath on her face when he repeated, “Stick your tongue out for me.”

  Her lips parted against her better judgment, but she did not stick her tongue out.

  “If you don’t follow my orders, you’ll only deny yourself pleasure. What’s the use in that?”

  His logic was irrefutable, Annika decided, a second before it became quite clear to her that he was the devil incarnate and that she mustn’t ever listen to anything he had to say, and certainly not follow any instructions he had for her.

  But she stuck her tongue out between her lips anyway, and a moment later, when he had moved low enough so that his lips touched the tip of her tongue, she did indeed taste and smell the feminine cream of her own passion. She kept her eyes closed as he moved slowly, sliding his lips along the very tip of her tongue. She felt herself losing what little control over her senses that she had gained since her last orgasm.

  When Sven pressed his mouth securely over hers in a commanding kiss, Annika opened her lips to invite his more intimate exploration. The soulful, feminine moan she heard a moment later was testimony to her own lusty acceptance of what Joshua and Sven were doing to her.

  Though her feet were close together, Sven slipped his hand between her naked thighs. When the tip of his finger caressed her clit, Annika moaned again into his mouth. It seemed to Annika that these men had given her a fever or had done some mind trick like a hypnosis of some sort, because she was not the kind of woman who behaved this way. But when the tip of Sven’s finger separated the lips of her sex, it did so easily because she was so wet and ready for penetration.

  Sven straightened, ending the kiss, and for a moment Annika just stood quietly, blinking her eyes as she tried to orient her senses to her surroundings. Sven’s long-fingered hands slipped around her hips to cup her buns as he eased his hips forward. Now that he was so close to her and standing straight, Annika was made more intimately aware of just how large a man he was. And a moment later, when his unyielding erection slipped between her naked thighs, the shaft sliding briefly against the moist lips of her pussy, Annika uttered a soft exclamation and very nearly climaxed.

  When Sven’s hips came in contact with Annika, the forward moment forced Joshua to take a staggering step backward, not stopping until his back was against the corral fence.

  “Oh, God,” Annika whispered, trembling as she felt the thick cock sliding between her thighs.

  She wanted to take his throbbing cock in her hand to guide him, but Annika also enjoyed the sensation of bondage with her wrists still trapped securely in Joshua’s tight, unyielding grasp. With both men standing straight, they towered over Annika, making her feel small and vulnerable in a way that did not cause fear.

  The plump head of Sven’s cock rubbed against her tingling clit, then moved downward to her slit. When he straightened his knees, Annika gasped as she felt delicate tissue separating, yielding to powerful virility. Sven had not yet thrust the entire length of his cock into Annika before she started climaxing, her senses too susceptible to ecstasy for her to not tumble headlong into the abyss.

  The orgasmic spasms, five in all, left Annika feeling too weak to stand. But falling to her knees was an impossibility because she was pinned between two of the most intimidating and physically fit men she’d ever encountered. She was dizzy and light-headed in the afterglow of her climax as she felt the long, thick column of Sven’s erection sliding out between the lips of her pussy. He retreated until only the tip of his crown still separated her lips then began another long, slow, forceful plunge.

  “So wet,” Sven said through clenched teeth as he straightened his legs, burying the final inch of his shaft inside Annika. “I have dreamed of being inside you.”

  Annika kissed Sven’s chest, pressing her lips against his shirtfront as his cock pulsed deep inside her. She tried to spread her feet a little wider apart to give Sven more room, but her panties made that impossible. With Joshua still holding her arms outstretched, Annika had the awareness of being in physical bondage, and when Sven’s cock reached full-insertion on his next invasion, Annika climaxed once again as she surrendered herself to their strength and domination.

  Even as she was buffeted by Sven’s relentless thrusts, a faintly rational part of Annika’s consciousness knew that she would never again experience anything quite like this. Standing erect with her slacks pushed down to the middle of her thighs, she was pinned between two men who towered over her while one of the two thrust his cock into her with ever-increasing force.

  Sven pumped hard into Annika, slamming her backward against Joshua, and with his cock buried to the hilt, he let out a long, low groan of satisfaction. Annika knew he was releasing his passion, flooding her with his cum, and she let out her own low sigh of pleasure.

  “My God,” Annika said, breathing deeply as Sven took a step backward. She felt his erection slide out of her pussy, and she let out a soft, satiated sigh. “I never knew sensations like that were possible. What the hell did I just do?”

  “You started something special,” Joshua said, pulling her wrists behind her back so that her hands were against the prominent bulge in his jeans. “But don’t for a second think you’re finished.”

  Joshua curled one hand around Annika’s hip and put the other on her shoulder. In a slow but forceful manner that whispered without words that he was an alpha male who would not be denied, he held Annika securely as he pushed at her shoulder, bending her over at the waist.

  “Hold her,” she heard Joshua say to the man whose cock had only moments earlier been inside her pussy and given her such exquisite satisfaction. With a mystification in his tone, he added, “Damned woman’s my addiction, and I’ve just met her.”

  Annika looped her arms around Sven’s waist, pressing her cheek against his stomach. Only a few inches below her face, having lost just a little of its vigor, was his cock, which glistened in the moonlight with her cream and his sperm. A moment later she felt the bulbous crown of Joshua’s cock pressing against her pussy’s entrance then slipping inside, its passage smooth despite his size.

  “Oh, fuck,” Annika whispered as she felt her cunt opening in acceptance of yet another virile man’s desire for her. “Fuck me.” The words echoed in her brain, her word choice and behavior nearly too shocking for her to fully comprehend. “Fuck me hard.”

  Annika had known that saying such things to Joshua was dangerous. She’d anticipated drawing a forceful reaction from him. Still, when he tightened his hands on her hips and began churning his own, working the long, thick length of his lusty cock between her delicate sex lips, Annika knew that she’d never been impaled so deeply or with s
uch force in all her life. The sounds of an almost violent coupling mingled with the scent of sensuality, tantalizing Annika’s senses.

  I’m going to come again.

  She tried to say the words, but Joshua was pummeling her so hard and fast that all she could do was gasp each time his pelvis collided with her buns, and his unyielding cock was buried full-length inside her slick sheath.

  It was everything she had wanted, even if she hadn’t known it until that very moment. Her dashing and elegant employer had pleasured her into climaxing several times, and now, only moments later, she had an honest-to-goodness American cowboy, driven half-mad with desire for her, doing the same to her but with the intensity of a barbarian.

  It was a bizarre combination of physicality that held elements of both making love and getting fucked, and it was much more than Annika could withstand.

  The keening cry of ecstasy cut through the North Dakota night air as her insides contracted and her pussy clenched around the thrusting cock that filled it. Annika was just descending from the golden heights of her climax when Joshua growled, and she knew that he was releasing his lust deep inside her.

  Breathing deeply, gulping in air, Annika continued to hold onto Sven, quite certain that she would fall facedown in the grass if he wasn’t there for her. Now that Joshua was no longer thrashing behind her, she could hear him breathing and feel his powerful hands on her hips. When he withdrew his sated cock from her, she moaned her disapproval softly.

  “Are you okay?” the American asked.

  Annika nodded, her face still pressed against Sven’s stomach. After a moment, she whispered, “Yes. I think so, anyway.” She groaned softly and let Sven help pull her to a standing position. “I cannot believe what I just let happen.”

  “Let’s go inside,” Joshua said from behind her. “I think we all need a drink and to make some sense out of what just happened.”

  Annika tried to pull up her slacks and only then remembered that her panties were wrapped tightly around her thighs.

  “Let me help,” Sven said, getting down on his knees in front of her.

  “Me, too,” Joshua said as he sank to his knees behind Annika.

  Annika closed her eyes as she felt the two men working together to unknot her panties. In a whisper, she said, “Isn’t that how this whole thing got started?”

  * * * *

  Sven sat on the edge of the mattress in the guest bedroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror over the chest-of-drawers. He was simultaneously overjoyed at having made love with Annika and endlessly miserable that he’d fucked her.

  So what had he done? Made love with Annika, or fucked her like some Viking would, taking the vanquished woman however he wanted? What made this question even more tormenting for him was that the only person who could rationally have a valid opinion was Annika. Whether Sven felt he had made love to her or fucked her wasn’t a part of the equation. Not having a vote in the decision made him feel powerless, and that was a sensation that never sat easily on his broad shoulders.

  He closed his eyes, and in his mind’s eye, he saw Annika as clearly as if he was looking at a photograph. He saw the expression of fear-laced desire on her face and the erotic rise and fall of her luxurious breasts. He saw Joshua’s enormous hands surrounding her wrists, holding her arms outstretched. He saw the rounded curve of her naked hips and the small triangle of hair above her pussy. The sensation of feeling Annika’s body opening for him, the delicate lips of her pussy separating to accept him, was one he knew he’d never forget.

  Sven had pleasured himself with more women than he could count or remember, but he’d always remember precisely what it had felt like to thrust the entire length of his cock into Annika’s slick, receptive pussy that very first time.

  He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto a nearby chair. A shower is what he needed.

  As he headed for the bathroom off the guest bedroom, Sven wondered what Annika thought of him now.

  * * * *

  Joshua put his head under the shower stream and felt the shampoo getting rinsed out of his long, thick hair. He had already soaped up his body three times in an effort to feel truly clean.

  The evening’s activities kept playing over and over again in his head like a movie projector from hell. While it was undeniably true that Joshua had enjoyed several ménage à trois encounters in his life, he was always the only man with two women. And it was also true that women had made love with Joshua and then slept with one of his friends later in the evening. But Joshua himself had never accepted what he derisively thought of as “sloppy seconds.”

  But he’d done precisely that earlier in the evening. Why? What was it about Annika that made him put aside many long-held beliefs, just so that he could feel the passion she was willing to share?

  And what was it about Sven that made Joshua willing to hold Annika by the wrists in quasi-bondage just so the big Norwegian had unrestricted access to her body? Joshua remembered vividly the shockingly erotic sensation of holding Annika’s arms out as she was slammed back against him each time Sven thrust into her. The pounding that Joshua had taken against the corral fence had put a lusty fire in his veins that made it impossible for him to not bend Annika over at the waist to have his wanton way with her.

  With his body and hair rinsed clean, Joshua turned off the shower, grabbed a thick, terry towel from the rack, and muttered under his breath, “Whiskey. I need a nightcap.”

  * * * *

  I must have had a gallon of cum inside me.

  The thought made Annika shiver as she leaned close to the mirror and applied mascara to her lashes.

  Stop it. Don’t exaggerate like that.

  She reached for her lipstick, stopped herself, then selected a clear lip gloss from her purse. It was too late to put on all the war paint.

  I had the cum of two different men inside my pussy at the same time.

  The libidinous awareness prompted another shiver to work its way up her spine. While she had known all along that sooner or later she would resume having a sex life, what Annika had not imagined, nor even fantasized about, was having a sex life that included two of the biggest, most gorgeous men on the planet. Oh, and not that it really mattered, but they were both rich enough to make kings feel like paupers.

  How many times did they make me come? I can’t even remember.

  Another warm flush went through her, coloring her cheeks and throat. Slyly, after putting away the lip gloss, she reached beneath the loose-fitting leg of her cotton teddy and touched her vagina with her fingertips cautiously, almost experimentally. She was a little sore, but only a little. Considering how long she had been celibate, how well-endowed her lovers were, and how thoroughly and completely they had both ravaged her, Annika considered it a minor miracle she was “only a little” anything. She was, she grudgingly acknowledged, out of commission for the rest of the night. She doubted that by morning her wild behavior with Sven and Joshua would be anything but a luscious memory that better judgment dictated she forget but common sense said she never would.

  An unplanned and unprecedented ménage à trois with Joshua and Sven was something no woman would ever forget.

  She stepped out of the bathroom and into her private guest bedroom, walked to her bed, then stopped and looked down at it. She had pulled back the covers prior to showering, and that told her she had every intention of getting clean, then going to bed with the desire to sleep until morning, when she hoped to wake up with her sanity quite fully recovered.

  But if that was really what she wanted, why had she selected her teddy instead of the nightshirt from her suitcase. Both were made of simple cotton, but the nightshirt was something her grandmother would wear, and the teddy, while not being made of silk or satin, was still quite attractive. Her full bosom was put rather nicely on display in the décolletage that was meant to do such things, while the rest of the lingerie was loose-fitting. It was a comfortable piece of nightwear, but it wasn’t as comfortable as the well-wa
shed sleep shirt.

  “Don’t do it.” The words were whispered into an empty room, but they seemed to echo over and over again in Annika’s ears. “They said we should talk, so I guess we should talk.” She started toward the bedroom door then stopped herself. From her suitcase she extracted a bathrobe that covered her to the middle of her thighs. “Much better,” she said to herself, trying hard to ignore the tingling in her clitoris and the erotic sensation of her naked thighs scissoring as she walked.

  Chapter Six

  Dressed in a strap-sleeve T-shirt, red, cotton boxer briefs, and a robe so old that he couldn’t remember when he’d bought it, Joshua walked from his bedroom to the library, quite certain that he needed a nightcap more on this evening than ever before in his life. When he got to the library, quite intent on gulping his first whiskey-and-ice and then sipping the second, he found Sven, standing in white silk pajamas and a black, silk robe with a gold sash, making himself a vodka martini.

  “Hello,” Joshua said, standing at the doorway. “You beat me to the liquor cart.”

  “I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

  “Of course not.” Joshua crossed the room. He suddenly felt uncomfortable in Sven’s presence, and he didn’t like it. They had shared an experience with Annika that Joshua still hadn’t quite wrapped his arms around. “So your poison of choice is vodka, eh?”

  Sven nodded. “But I like to go native wherever I go. You were having whiskey, so that’s what I had.”

  Joshua made himself a nightcap, filling the glass to the rim with ice and whiskey. “How are you doing?” It was a softly voiced question. After several seconds of silence, he added, “Can’t stop thinking about what happened with Annika?”

  “Precisely.” Sven breathed a soft sigh of relief. “I’ve never done anything like that in my life. Not even close to like that. With another man being there, that is.”