Dare to Surrender: The Dare Menage Series, Book 5

by Jeanne St. James

  It didn’t help that Eli’s French turned him on. He could listen to his husband’s deep, rich voice speaking that beautiful, romantic language all day.

  When Liv squeezed his sac, Grant closed his eyes and whispered, “Ont doit décider qui fait quoi à qui.”

  Because, yes, they needed to decide who would do what to whom. And they need to decide that soon.

  “Tu veux que je prenne les rênnes?”

  Eli asked if he should take the lead. And, yes, maybe that was for the best. Eli wanted this, maybe he should lead and Grant could just go along for the ride. “Yes, please.”

  “Olivia,” Eli murmured. He placed a hand under her chin and disengaged her from the unbearable pleasure she was doing with her mouth. “Olivia, on your back.”

  “Wait,” Grant said quickly. “On your knees first. Let’s remove that nightgown.”

  Eli shot him a look and Grant shot him one back that said, “Sorry.”

  When Liv rose to her knees, who was taking the lead no longer mattered. They both grabbed handfuls of that silky maroon nightgown and slowly worked it up Liv’s body, over her curves and then over her head, leaving her completely naked between them.

  No panties, not even a thong.

  Grant was pleased to find her pussy wasn’t bare, a patch of dark blonde hair covered her mound. Not wild and out of control, no. Trimmed short and neat, similar to his beard. And, once again, surprise washed over him at the desire to press his face there, to inhale her scent and savor her taste.

  “J'ai faim,” Eli murmured.

  Grant was hungry, too. But... “No more French, baby. Liv needs to understand what we’re saying.”

  Her eyes slid from Eli to him. “I don’t mind. I love hearing it.”

  “I do, too. But for now, we want to make sure you understand our plans for everything we’re going to do to you.”

  “And what are you going to do to me?” she asked, her voice husky.

  “What do you want done?”

  “Everything,” she whispered.

  * * *

  Everything was what she desired from these two. The contrast between them was startling. Eli so dark, Grant light. It was like having the best of both worlds and tonight it was all for her.

  Being naked in front of two men should be a bit intimidating but it wasn’t. With these men, it felt right, even after only knowing them for two days.

  Just two days. Hard to believe, but true.

  She moved onto her back and watched them share a kiss again, both still on their knees facing each other, stroking each other’s cocks.

  Then they separated and turned their attention to her and when they did, her breath hitched, her heart raced, and her nipples ached for their touch.

  “Tonight is your night, Olivia. We’ll do everything to please you,” Eli murmured, sliding his hands down her legs and gently urging them to open wider.

  His gruff announcement made a shudder run through her. How did she get to be so lucky? Her whole life she’d never been spoiled. Not once. And tonight they were going to do just that.

  Eli moved in between her legs, his face so near her sensitive flesh that she could feel his warm breath wash over her. She bent and widened her legs to accommodate his broad body and then... his mouth was there. Right where she wanted it. Licking, sucking, nipping, the tip of his tongue, circling, flicking, teasing.

  She cried out, her fingers clenching the bedsheets, her hips bucking under his onslaught.

  Grant moved up and took one of her nipples into his mouth, doing the same to it as Eli did to her clit. His hand cupped her other breast, squeezing, kneading, then his fingers pulled, tweaked and rolled her puckered nipple. The more he tugged and sucked, and the more Eli’s mouth drove her to the point of ecstasy, the more the warmth bloomed from her core to every part of her body.

  Her lips parted, her neck arched, and she released a long, low moan. Her eyes closed when she bucked against Eli’s mouth even harder as his fingers entered her slick pussy, curving, searching, finding that spot.

  Grant nipped a trail along her skin from one breast to the other, taking the other nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, scraping the tip with his teeth, while his fingers rolled the nipple his mouth had previously been on.

  Then it hit her. An orgasm like she’d never had before crashed through her. Her body bowed off the bed, almost bucking the men off, but they held, they continued, as the intense ripples rolled through her, curling her toes, tightening every muscle in her body, and she cried out nonsense, complete utter nonsense since she couldn’t form a solid thought.

  She didn’t want to, either. Complete satisfaction rushed through her as the waves ebbed and waned, her body relaxing, melting back into the bed. Eli and Grant still held on, but slowed their onslaught. Now they leisurely licked, gently kissed, softly brushed their fingers along her heated skin.

  Her eyes popped open and the breath rushed out of her as she stared up at the ceiling for a moment, her heartbeat slowing only slightly. They had both stilled and she sensed that they waited.

  Tilting her head to glance down her body, she noticed they had their eyes tipped to her, wearing smiles.

  “Wow,” Grant murmured, softly sliding a thumb across one of her sensitive nipples.

  “Si réactif,” Eli said, his voice husky, his eyes heated. “So responsive,” he repeated in English, she figured for her benefit.

  “I’ve never...” Her brain was still muddled. “Not like that...”

  Grant slid his hand around her throat and pressed his lips against hers. “Your pulse is ready to leap out of your neck.” Then he kissed her, sweeping his tongue deep into the recesses of her mouth. His fingers tightened as he kissed her harder, more roughly.

  Liv groaned, her hands coming up to dig into his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more of his demanding mouth, and the thrill of his hand snug on her throat, large, strong, able to easily crush it, made her pussy pulse intensely.

  “Mon amour, careful,” came the low warning.

  Grant broke away, his lips just a hairsbreadth from hers as his breathing came fast, ragged, his eyes unfocused as he gazed down at her. “That was beautiful. Your body’s reaction was just...”

  “Magnifique,” Eli finished for him.

  “Yes,” Grant agreed.

  Liv noticed that the men’s gaze held each other’s for an intense moment, and once again, she had the feeling that they could communicate without words.

  Grant suddenly moved, slipping behind her to lean up against the headboard, spreading his legs and tucking his hands under her armpits, he pulled her up until she leaned against him, her back to his front. His fingers traced her shoulders, down her arms and back up, sliding along the curves of her breasts and over her nipples then down her belly, until they dipped inside her quickly.

  “So wet,” he murmured into her ear. She shivered as his deep voice filled her head with naughty ideas. “Eli’s going to take you first. Then me. Are you okay with that?”

  “Yes,” she hissed, the anticipation making her blood rush through her as his fingers trailed back up her body, exploring.

  For a moment, Liv became distracted with Eli’s movements. He reached over to the nightstand to grab the bag. He removed a tube of lube and what looked like a box of condoms. A large box.

  “Just to be honest, we normally don’t use protection, Liv. We’ve been together a long time and we’re monogamous. But we will with you. We don’t want you to worry.”

  She nodded as she watched Eli rip open a package and roll a condom over his dark length, his eyes never leaving her. He watched as Grant’s hands roamed her body, touching and teasing.

  “Did you like my hand on your throat?” Grant whispered.

  Surprisingly, she did. It was nothing she’d experienced before, but she wanted him to do it again. “Yes.”

  “I did, too,” he murmured against her ear, his tongue tracing the outer shell before sucking her earlobe into his mouth.

  She
gasped. She never would have expected something as simple as that would be so exhilarating. Liv kept her gaze pinned to Eli as he walked on his knees back between her legs.

  “I’m going to pull you up onto my lap,” Grant warned before doing just that. His cock was hard against her back, his precum like hot silk against her skin. “Maybe the next time we’re in this position, my cock will be taking your ass while Eli’s fucking you. Would you like that?”

  Would she? She didn’t know. It didn’t seem feasible to take two men at once. Neither were small men and she’d never even had anal sex before, so to do something so extreme seemed impossible.

  “We’re not going to worry about that right now, Olivia,” Eli said, his eyes dark and hooded as he stroked his own cock. “Right now we just want to please you.”

  “You already have,” she said on a breath.

  He smiled and once again stared at Grant over her shoulder.

  “Mon amour et ma chérie, are you ready?”

  She was so very much ready. She understood the appeal of Eli speaking French while they were being intimate because it made what they were doing even more beautiful.

  Reaching an arm behind her, she wrapped her hand around the back of Grant’s neck and with the other she reached out to place a palm on Eli’s chest over his heart. The beats were rapid and strong, his chest rising and falling more quickly than normal.

  “It’s been a long time for me...”

  Eli shifted until the head of his cock pressed against her slick folds, then he pushed just enough to separate them. “How long?”

  “Years,” she got out before her eyes rolled back as he pressed a little further. Not enough to enter her, but he was right there. He wrapped his hands around the back of her thighs and raised them a little.

  “How many years?” he asked quietly, his eyes catching hers.

  “Almost a dozen,” she confessed softly. She wondered if she should be embarrassed. Who went that long without sex?

  His eyes flicked up to Grant and then back to her. When he said, “Thank you for this gift,” he surged forward, taking her completely. Filling her, stretching her until she could take no more of him.

  Grant’s breathing came quickly against her ear, his hands moving faster over her body, twisting her nipples, squeezing her breasts firmly, one hand snaking down her belly until his fingers brushed where she and Eli were so deeply connected. His finger circled her clit, making her clench tighter around Eli, which made the breath hiss out of him.

  “Tellement serré, mon amour.”

  “He says you’re very tight,” Grant groaned in her ear. “I feel how wet you are, too. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

  Liv trembled at his words because the thought of both men taking their turn with her excited her to the point where she was having trouble catching her breath.

  It didn’t help when Eli leaned forward and the men kissed each other over her shoulder. She could hear their groans and moans in her ear. When she turned her head slightly, Eli moved to her and took her mouth next. He didn’t have to coax her to open her lips. She shoved her tongue into his mouth instead, groaning low in her throat. She gripped his cheek and tilted her head to take the kiss deeper.

  Liv had to break away to gasp when he began to thrust harder, faster and deeper. Grant pinched her nipple and her clit at the same time making her jerk wildly against his hand and Eli’s cock.

  Eli grunted as he thrust deep once more, pushing her over the edge she teetered on. And she welcomed the fall, her body losing control of itself as she twitched with the intense climax that ran through her. The back of her head pressed against Grant’s collarbone and he slid his fingers around her throat once more, squeezing gently as the waves of orgasm subsided.

  He pressed his lips to her cheek, murmuring, “My turn to make you come.”

  But Eli hadn’t come, only she had...

  “Elliott,” Grant said firmly as if he was in charge, though his voice was tight, strained. “Now... please.”

  With a nod, and after dropping a quick kiss on Liv’s lips, he slipped from her and moved away.

  She was surprised at the sense of loss she felt. Even when she knew that Grant would soon be taking his place.

  After removing his own condom, Eli grabbed another, ripping it open as Grant moved from behind her, also giving her a quick kiss on the mouth.

  He moved closer to Eli, pressing his mouth to the darker man’s ear. Liv felt a twinge of something she didn’t recognize when she realized they were sharing an intimate moment or a secret.

  Eli rolled the condom onto Grant and then kissed him once more. When they moved apart, Grant grabbed her ankles and pulled her flat onto her back. Eli moved to her head, curling his hand around it and lifting it enough to tuck two pillows underneath, giving her a perfect view of Grant settling between her thighs. Grant tasted her and sucked at her clit for a heartbeat or two, then moved over top of her, his cock now perched at her entrance.

  “Fuck me,” Liv begged before she could stop herself.

  Grant smiled. “I plan to. Eli...”

  Eli moved to straddle her, facing the headboard, his knees right above her shoulders. His long, hard length inches from her face. He ran a finger over her cheek then over her lips, tucking his thumb into her mouth. She tentatively touched the tip of her tongue to his digit, then wrapped her lips around him and sucked. His eyes hooded as he watched her suck his thumb, and her tongue swirled around it as he moved it in and out.

  Grant’s weight lowered and with a single hard thrust, he was deep inside her. She sighed around Eli’s thumb as Grant began to move slowly, keeping a steady pace. Almost as big as Eli but not quite, he still stretched her enough that she felt very full of him. The tilt of his hips was perfect, the head of his cock sliding over the spot that made her squirm beneath him.

  “Yes,” she hissed once Eli freed her mouth. “That’s it. Oh, right there,” she groaned.

  Grant’s hands were on her breasts, kneading and squeezing them and then she felt his hot mouth, sucking in a nipple, tugging on the tip with his lips.

  She tried to arch her back, but he had enough weight on her to pin her to the bed, and it didn’t help that Eli straddled her neck.

  “Open up, ma chérie. Take me into your mouth.” He tapped her lips with the head of his cock and she parted them as he pushed forward. “Take all of me.”

  She didn’t think she could, but she was willing to try.

  The taste of his precum was salty on her tongue, but she loved it. She swirled her tongue around the smooth crown, then around the edge before working her way down. It was hard to concentrate on what she was doing with Eli, with what Grant did to her. When she groaned around his cock, Eli dug his fingers into her hair and pulled hard. Then he yanked even harder, making her scalp scream.

  She loved it. Like Grant’s hand on her throat, she loved the sensation of Eli taking control and guiding her head with her hair.

  “Tap my leg if it gets to be too much, ma chérie.”

  It wasn’t. It wasn’t too much. It wasn’t enough. She wished she could take him deeper. She wished she could take Grant deeper, too. She couldn’t get enough of either of them. Eli thrusting into her mouth, Grant thrusting into her slick pussy.

  A tear slid down Liv’s cheek when Eli hit the back of her throat. She relaxed it as much as she could, wanting to take even more. With a hand on his sac, she squeezed his balls tightly and a thrill went through her when he groaned and closed his eyes, throwing his head back.

  Grant’s rhythm hiccupped as he leaned forward and said, “Bend over, baby, I want to eat you while she does, too.”

  In a flash, Eli was on his hands and knees over Liv, his cock drilling harder down her throat. She couldn’t see what Grant was doing to Eli, but she could only imagine when Eli stiffened above her and stilled, his breath coming in ragged bursts.

  “Grant,” he cried out. “Fuck... fuck... fuck.”

  With everything that Grant did to Eli,
he never once forgot about Liv. His hips rolled forward and back, his cock stroking inside her deeply while Eli continued to fist her hair, pulling it tight. Tears leaked out even faster now, but she wasn’t going to tap his leg. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as she was getting from the both of them.

  “Mon amour, je jouis,” Eli cried out, his body becoming solid above her as he spilled down her throat. “Ah, fuck,” he breathed. He quickly slipped from her mouth, and, brushing a thumb over her lips, asked, “Are you close?”

  “Yes.”

  Then he was twisting away from her, still straddling her body, but now facing Grant. He suddenly dropped his head and put his mouth where they were connected, sucking her clit as Grant pumped into her.

  Her back bowed and she cried out, gripping his calves, digging her fingers into his flesh as another intense climax rolled over and through her.

  “That’s it, honey, squeeze me tight. Holy fuck... Eli...”

  Eli rose to his knees and roughly grabbed the back of Grant’s head pulling him into a fierce kiss as the man thrust once more and then stilled, his groan muffled as it spilled into Eli’s mouth.

  Grant’s cock twitched and pulsated deep inside her as he reached his own climax.

  Then a few moments later, they broke away from each other and fell to the bed, one on each side of her, still catching their breath. As was she.

  “Thank you, mon amour et ma chérie.” Eli rolled to his side to study Liv and Grant, sweat glistening his brow. “That was fucking awesome.”

  Grant barked out a laugh and roll to his side, too. “Yes, I have to agree with that. Liv, what’s your opinion?”

  She smiled up at both men. “That was fucking awesome,” she echoed.

  Chapter 9

  Eli moved under the cover of darkness along the side of the brick building. He pulled his collar up higher and his baseball cap lower as he stepped to the entrance and quickly walked in the front door.

  Which he noticed had no security at all. No keycard, no lock, no system for the residents to buzz visitors in. The place was a complete dump. The front door’s glass panel had a long, diagonal crack in it, the red outdoor carpeting on the steps was frayed and worn almost down to the concrete underneath it.