MenageaDare

by Frances Stockton

  A sharp rap at the hotel door echoed all the way into the bathroom. A white-hot surge of energy went through her. Rushing out of the bathroom to join Remy, she let him take her hand and lead her across the room.

  “You sure, Eve?” he whispered. “Once this door’s open, I don’t want you to have regrets.”

  “I’m sure, Remy,” she said, keeping her voice low but it wouldn’t surprise her if Jaxon heard them.

  Remy nodded once and opened the door, allowing Jaxon to waltz in as if he were king of all he surveyed. Caught up in checking him out in his black pants, a black silk shirt, a silver tie and an impeccably cut suit jacket, she blinked twice when she heard a thump.

  Looking about, she discovered Jaxon had tossed an overnight bag on the floor near the door. For a second, she focused on his glossy shoes. Something in her warned that she should wait for permission to look up. Remy said Jaxon was a Dominant and she was certain he was right.

  “You can look at me, Evelyn,” Jaxon said, staying very still.

  Curiosity took hold of her, compelling her to bring her eyes up. Jaxon’s hair hung straight to his shoulders, not a strand out of place. His violet eyes swept her, then Remy, then back.

  “Very good, baby girl, now before we do anything else, come to me,” he said, slamming the door closed with his foot and pointing to her.

  “Me, what’d I do?” she stammered nervously.

  “Now,” Jaxon commanded.

  She shook but obeyed, somehow moving forward until she stood right in front of him. Arousal was instantaneous in the wake of a Dom. She knew it then, understood why her body reacted to him so powerfully and instantaneously. If he did something crazy, she’d bolt, but for now she waited as he stared down at her, assessing her.

  Then two big male hands, softer than Remy’s, came to her face. She stilled, not sure what to expect. He didn’t hurt her. He simply held her as his head bowed, his mouth touching hers, softly, persuasively.

  “Oh god,” she murmured, swept up in his kiss, which overpowered her senses with his gentleness, his taste, so male and yet so different than what she’d known with Remy.

  He tasted dark, erotic. He smelled absolutely delicious, making her hunger for far, far more than a kiss.

  “Hold her for me, Remy. Open up, baby girl,” he coaxed, adding enough pressure with his fingers on her jaw to compel her to part her mouth for his tongue. Remy moved behind her, his arms spanning her waist, holding her tightly as Jaxon stole her soul with a kiss.

  A heartbeat later, Jaxon’s gentleness evaporated. The thrust of his tongue became more sexual, his hands on her face a little harder, the heat of his body scorching. This was the kiss of a man determined to fuck her.

  All the while, Remy held her and all was right in her universe. That was until Remy’s grip loosened and Jaxon lifted his head, shifting a little to her left.

  Something changed. Curious, she turned her head to witness Jaxon grab hold of Remy’s hair and steer him around until his back was up against the hotel door, kissing him aggressively.

  Captivated, Eve watched as Remy’s arms wound their way around Jaxon, one of his big hands settling at the base of Jaxon’s spine, his left hand splaying out over Jaxon’s ass, squeezing.

  She couldn’t say she blamed Remy for that. Damn, Jaxon Wynter had an absolutely kissable, bitable butt. It didn’t matter that his pants were likely tailored to fit him exactly right. It didn’t matter that Jaxon and Remy wrestled a little for dominance.

  It was fascinating to watch them. It was a win-win no matter who came out on top. Incredibly it was Remy who turned the tide, proving his strength by lifting the shorter man right off the ground.

  Here they were, her yin and yang, dark and light, locked together in a kiss that made her knees quake. She knew it was meant to be for the three of them, even if it was temporary and all they had was a few weeks in Dare.

  “Evelyn? Remy and I need your help here,” Jaxon said quietly though she couldn’t ignore the lure of a Dom’s voice even as Remy lowered him to his feet.

  “What do you need, Jaxon?” she asked.

  “Get on your knees and suck us off,” he ordered.

  “Now?” she gasped, stunned at how quickly two kisses became something so much more.

  Turning around, Jaxon pressed his back up against the door. “Yes, now. If you don’t do something to take the edge off both of us, I swear to God, I’m going to drag you and Remy to bed and no one’s getting out until morning.”

  “It’s not too soon for this?” she questioned, wanting to give them the release they needed but needing a push.

  “We’ll take care of you in return, sugar,” Remy promised. Incredibly, his eyes glossed over and his mouth was swollen from the strength of Jaxon’s kiss.

  Likewise, Jaxon’s mouth looked as if it’d been ravished. Desperation clung to him. His hand was covering the front of his pants, trying in vain to relieve the pressure of his erection.

  Need took over, the need to satisfy, to please. The next thing she knew she went to her knees at their feet even as Jaxon reached over and unbuckled Remy’s belt.

  Helping out, she soon had Remy’s fly down and his heavy cock was right there for taking. Licking her lips, she first went to work on the top button of Jaxon’s pants, soon sliding the narrow zipper down.

  Interesting, unlike Remy who didn’t often bother with underwear, Jaxon wore skintight black briefs that hugged his generous bulge. From what she could tell, he wasn’t quite as endowed as Remy but he was significant enough that she almost drooled.

  Empowered, she took hold of the underwear, peeling it down and exposing Jaxon’s cock and balls. He was circumcised and beautifully erect with pre-cum dampening his crown already.

  But what intrigued her most was the fact that Jaxon was meticulously groomed underneath the clothes he wore. So well that his testicles were bare. Fully erect, his cock was at least eight inches, perfectly endowed sex on a stick. Wow, wow!

  “Eve! Come on, sugar,” Remy begged, his voice harsh, aroused.

  She knew that voice, understood he was in serious need. Reaching up with both hands, she grasped their erections, using enough tension in her grip to bring them away from the door and closer to each other.

  Leaning forward, she ran her tongue all over Remy’s big, warm cock head, smoothing the foreskin down so she could tongue his glans. With her left hand, she stroked Jaxon’s cock, tightening her fingers the way Remy had taught her.

  Playing with his smooth crown, she heard him give off a soulful groan and reveled in her power over Jaxon. It was fun, a reward in and of itself to hear him and to know he liked her touch, welcomed it. Curious, she thumbed the underside, honing in on that tender spot and getting him jacking his hips.

  Wanting to watch their faces, she lifted her eyes as she suckled Remy’s cock and rhythmically stroked Jaxon’s. Remy’s gaze was locked onto Jax’s pretty cock and groin. Jaxon’s violet eyes were fastened on Remy’s cock as she sucked him.

  Wanting to put everything she had into pleasing Remy right then, she parted her lips, letting him surge forward. Swallowing several inches, she became immersed in the taste that was uniquely his, clean, male and familiar, only to have a firm hand come to the back of her had.

  She knew by the control he’d exerted that it was Jaxon who guided her into taking Remy deeper, deeper still. Fearing she’d gag, she adjusted her position, relaxing her jaw, accepting as much as she could possibly take.

  Somehow she continued to manipulate Jax’s cock, losing her grip momentarily when he shifted inward. The sound of lips locking together met her ears. Her men were kissing even as she worked them out.

  It took some adjustment on her part, but soon she drew off Remy and turned to lick the head of Jaxon’s penis. The smooth head was a treat, incredibly soft; even the taste of pre-cum was sweeter than she’d expected.

  Just as she was about to swallow Jax’s cock, a big hand rested on her head, joining Jaxon’s, their fingers combing through
her hair. They let her play, take turns, sucking one, stroking the other, taking her time, loving all of it.

  It was true that she was the one on her knees, but it was in her power to give them pleasure, to reward and relieve. Somehow Remy reached down with his opposite hand and gripped Jaxon’s cock, squeezing him almost to the point Eve feared would be painful.

  Jaxon grunted and thrust his dick farther into her mouth, setting up a sawing motion that couldn’t be denied.

  “Come for her, Jax,” Remy demanded gruffly. “Give it to her, she needs some attention too.”

  “Suck me to your throat, baby girl,” Jaxon demanded, shoving his hips forward, his cock slipping deeper into her mouth, so deep she took him to the back of her throat.

  Greedily, she swallowed, refusing to gag, accepting his show of dominance. Finally he paused, shaking, his cock throbbing as salty-sweet cum splashed her tongue. Drawing off him, she licked him clean, careful to swallow every drop he’d given her.

  Suddenly, Jaxon was on his knees next to her. Kissing her hotly, he rested his forehead against hers as if to say thank you then shifted attention to Remy. Together, she and Jaxon licked up and down Remy’s big dick, occasionally French kissing.

  Remy trembled, calling out, practically begging them to continue as she and Jaxon teamed up to conquer their man’s cock. Jaxon drew back, letting her have the reins briefly while he gripped Remy’s balls almost roughly but seeming to know how much the man could take.

  Remy went off on it, thrusting his hips frantically. She’d known her big man enjoyed having his testicles tickled and caressed, but Jaxon’s manipulation was different. Wanting to watch, she drew off Remy, witnessing the way Jaxon leaned in and took Remy’s penis deep into his mouth.

  He sucked so hard, his jaw clenched. Remy howled, pounding something, thrusting hard between Jaxon’s lips. It was incredibly to watch them, man-on-man, two very strong personalities engaged in a duel she guessed was a push for dominance.

  “Oh fuck, yes, that’s it, Jax! Don’t be gentle,” Remy demanded, still pounding what turned out to be the wall behind him. “I dare you to take my dick right down your fucking throat.”

  Jaxon pulled back, gripping Remy’s balls again, gently manipulating them. Eve would’ve objected but Remy didn’t appear distressed. If anything, it seemed to push him past resistance into acceptance of who would eventually win this manly struggle.

  No doubt about it, Jax would, but Eve understood that the end result would be Remy’s ultimate satisfaction. There wasn’t cruelty in Jax’s grip, there was knowledge, strength. She was always afraid of hurting Remy but Jaxon knew exactly how much a man could take.

  “Who’s your man, Remington?” Jaxon demanded.

  “You, dammit,” Remy answered, his eyes rolling back in his head, his mouth parting in a soundless roar as Jaxon took him back into his mouth, accepting Remy’s frantic thrusts, each time taking more cock until more than half disappeared.

  Eve watched, spellbound as she witnessed Remy buck then go slack, his face awestruck while he absently petted Jaxon’s smooth hair. He’d come. She knew that face, knew his mannerisms when he climaxed.

  Wanting to play too, she let her hand wander under her dress to seek her clit but was jerked up off her knees, right into Remy’s strong arms, her back supported against his chest.

  “Remy!” she gasped, surprised by the change. He shifted her some, his arms going beneath her knees to brace her further, but leaving her thighs spread wide open. It was as if he’d become a human sex swing.

  Jaxon stood before her, his hands brushing the hem of her dress up to her waist. He stared right at her pussy, no shyness, no hesitation.

  “My god, Remington, she’s got the prettiest pussy, doesn’t she?”

  “Gorgeous and snug as a glove, hot, sweet,” Remy answered.

  “How the hell did you stay away from her for so long?”

  “I was trying to protect her.”

  “From what?” Jax demanded.

  “It’s complicated. Do something, Jax. She needs to come.”

  Jaxon’s hand landed on Remy’s jaw, not hard or in any way threatening, but perhaps to remind Remy who was in charge. “We do not rush anything with Evelyn, got it?”

  “Got it,” Remy replied. “Taste her. Make her your lover too.”

  “You and Evelyn are mine, yes?”

  “Until we leave,” Remy murmured.

  “Dare to stay long enough, I might not let either of you go.”

  As Remy held her there, poised, open and exposed to whatever Jaxon did to her, she felt as if she dangled over a precipice. Jaxon’s head lowered to her pussy, inhaling her scent, his tongue flicking out, centering where she needed him the most.

  Coming right when he licked her clit, she shook with the exquisite sensation. Still Jax’s tongue gave her no quarter, flicking wildly, giving her no time to adjust or come down from the rush. It was wild, hot, intense, driving her to another orgasm.

  All the while, Remy rocked her slowly, remaining her constant in a fierce, passionate storm. Crying out, she gave in to the power of Jaxon’s seduction, not once regretting it as he wound her up again and pushed her higher when his tongue entered her.

  Enraptured, she soared, closing her eyes and forgetting all save Remy’s arms and Jaxon’s tongue. Only then did her new lover relent and ease her back down, his gentleness surprising her when he kissed the sensitive skin along her inner thigh. It was nice, and for a moment she simply enjoyed the ride.

  Opening her eyes sometime later, she realized the three of them were no longer standing by the door. They’d moved to the sofa halfway across the sitting room. Remy held her in his lap. Jaxon’s head was on Remy’s shoulder, his arm secured around Eve’s waist.

  “Wow, if either of you want to tell me how we got here, it’d be appreciated.”

  “I carried you,” Remy explained. “You flew, sugar. I had to make sure you didn’t crash or become frightened when you came back down.”

  “I what?” she asked, having heard the term when she’d gone on ladies nights out with her girlfriends but she hadn’t been able to relate.

  “You flew, Evelyn,” Jaxon explained. “While you were enjoying the adrenaline rush, Remy told me you’re only beginning to explore BDSM.”

  “That’s true, I’ve been researching. Two of my best friends are submissives.”

  “I’m a Master, baby girl. I train D/s partners or I take care of submissives whose mates aren’t able to satisfy their needs. Admittedly, it’s been a while since I’ve had a couple in my home.”

  “I understand. If you’re worried that I’ll judge you harshly or ask you to change, think again. I’d never do that. From what I’ve learned, you can’t turn off being a Dominant any more than Remy can stop being a switch.”

  “If I push you, say something, okay?” Jaxon requested. “I don’t want to hurt you, ever. Same goes for Remy.”

  “You’re the sexiest man I’ve been with in a very long time,” Remy confessed. “For the record, I’m not afraid of anything you do to me. But like you, I don’t want Eve to suffer pain. I’m in the lifestyle but I’m not a sadist, got it?”

  “She won’t have to worry,” Jaxon said. “I’m not either.”

  “I’m not afraid,” Eve said, still stunned at what just happened. “Being with two of the sexiest men alive is something I’d only ever imagined.”

  “You imagined having a ménage before?” Jaxon questioned.

  “Not until I met Remy and started reading Ransom Hunter books,” she admitted without thinking.

  “That’s good. We should get moving,” Jax insisted, tensing up. “If we miss Trevor and Red’s big moment, they’ll never forgive me. At least now I understand why he claimed her so fast in the beginning.”

  “What do you mean?” Remy asked.

  “Another time I’ll try to explain. I don’t understand what’s going on between us, but I knew the moment we touched that you and Evelyn would be my lovers. I’m stil
l trying to figure it out.”

  “Maybe you shouldn’t,” Eve suggested. “Sometimes God has a plan that no one can see or understand until it all unfolds.”

  “Do you think God forgives the unforgivable?” Jaxon asked softly.

  “Of course, I do, but if you’re referring to yourself please know I think you’re an amazing man.”

  “I’m a selfish bastard, Evelyn,” Jaxon argued, finally withdrawing. “So selfish that regardless of the fact that Hazard threatened to have me castrated if I hurt either of you, I’m willing to risk becoming a eunuch to be with you and Remy.”

  Eve grabbed Jax’s hand when he suddenly jumped up and attempted to escape.

  “Stop it, Jaxon.”

  “Stop what?”

  “Thinking you’re a selfish bastard. I don’t see you that way.”

  “Neither do I,” Remy assured, placing his hand over hers, securing Jaxon in front of them. “A selfish bastard wouldn’t understand how to share Eve. He’d keep her all to himself.”

  “Yes, I would. If you let me, I’ll fuck, train and dominate your woman. Then I’ll turn around and fuck you, spank you, whatever you need, right in front of her. That’s the kind of man I am.”

  “I hope you live up to your promises. You should know that anything you do to me I’ll do to you. But if you break Eve’s heart, you won’t have to worry about Hazard. I’ll turn you into a eunuch.”

  “Jaxon, are you planning to break our hearts?” she asked.

  “No, but I’ve been known to fuck and leave as I feel fit. I’m not known for commitment, not since they died.”

  “Who died? Share with us, let us help you,” Eve asked softly, thinking she already knew the answer.

  “My husband and wife,” he answered.

  Remy sat up straighter, maintaining contact with Jaxon. “You were married?”

  Jaxon nodded sadly. “Legally, Gemma and Niko were married before I came into the picture. When we became a triad we shared private vows on the beach in Malibu.”