Fiery Surrender

by Mari Carr

“So we’re agreed that this marriage isn’t going to happen.” He reached out and took her hands in his, his thumbs running along her palms.

  “There’s a reason we haven’t slept together before now…” Mina warned, gesturing between them.

  “I know. Legacies don’t have sex with each other. Too messy if you end up married to that person’s sibling or best friend.”

  Mina nodded in agreement.

  “But Langston hasn’t ever had a ménage.”

  “So we should…let him practice on us?”

  “Exactly.”

  Mina licked her lips. “Rich, that is a stupid idea. A terrible idea.”

  He waited, watching her.

  “I know this is a bad idea.” Mina blew out a breath. “But…”

  “But since the binding ceremony, you’ve been thinking about us having sex. You and me but also him.”

  She glanced at the bathroom door. “Not him. Definitely not after the binding ceremony. I didn’t want to even have a conversation with him, let alone fuck him. But ever since he defused that bomb… Is that the real Langston? Smart, fearless?”

  “I know how we can find out. By fucking him.”

  “Watching him take apart a bomb was sexier than I care to admit. Terrible first impression, not even a great second one, but I understand him a bit more now.”

  “I feel the same.”

  “There’s just one problem. I don’t think he’s going to be comfortable being intimate with you, Rich.”

  “All the more reason to practice having a ménage. The sooner he gets used to having another man’s erection bobbing around while he’s trying to fuck his wife, the better his life will be.”

  Mina snatched one hand from his to cover her mouth while she snort-laughed. “This is fucked-up.”

  “This is a great idea.”

  “We are drunk.”

  “Not that drunk. My dick works.”

  Mina tipped her head to the side, peering at his crotch. “Hmm.”

  “Just think, all the focus will be on you…” Rich released the hand he still held and slid it under the cuff of her pants, cupping her bare ankle.

  Mina sighed, letting her head tip back. “I really do want to see both of you naked.”

  “Then how about we go get Langston?”

  Mina stood, Rich scooting out of her way. Without any fanfare, she stripped off her shirt. She was wearing a simple tan bra—and it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. “Hold on. I have some lingerie.”

  “No need. You’re smoking hot just like this.”

  She raised a brow, then removed her shoes and wiggled out of her pants, revealing black cotton briefs.

  Rich had to stand up; kneeling made the zipper of his pants dig into his cock, which had gotten even harder the moment she took off her shirt.

  Mina crawled onto the bed, positioning herself so she was lounging on a stack of pillows against the headboard. She spread her arms out along the tops of the pillows. “Go get him.”

  Rich grinned and started for the bathroom.

  Chapter Nine

  Mina took a deep breath, feeling her nipples, which were tight with desire, rubbing against the inside of the molded cups of her bra. There were butterflies in her stomach, and a small voice in her head reminding her that she hadn’t shaved her legs in over twenty-four hours.

  Desire was much stronger, and louder, than that voice.

  Rich opened the bathroom door and said something to Langston in a low voice. Both of her men had such sexy voices. Langston with that sweet southern accent, Rich with his booming baritone that made almost anything he said sound like a command.

  Rich reached into the bathroom, tugging Langston out. She knew the moment he caught sight of her on the bed because Langston sucked in an audible breath and stopped. Rich was still holding him by the wrist, and damn it if that wasn’t sexy as hell. She had a vivid fantasy of Rich holding Langston down while she sucked his cock. She raised one knee, rubbing her thighs together, needing a bit of friction.

  “I don’t…you…we…” Langston was struggling to find words.

  “Time for your first ménage,” Rich said.

  Langston looked between them. “You don’t have to do this, just because we’re…”

  Temporarily married, Mina thought. Out loud, she said. “We’re not. We’re doing this because we’re three consenting adults who are attracted to each other.” She raised a brow. “Unless you’re not attracted to me?”

  “Oh I am, sweetheart.” His voice had deepened, but then he slanted a glance at Rich. “But I’ve never…”

  “We know.” Rich released his wrist. “Tonight, we’re going to focus on Mina.” Rich started to unbutton his shirt.

  Mina didn’t miss the way Langston’s gaze lingered on the flesh Rich exposed with each button.

  “Why don’t you take off your shirt?” Mina asked.

  Langston’s gaze flew back to her, and desire made his cheeks flush a rich, warm brown.

  Mina arched her back a bit. “I want to see you, Langston.”

  He reached up, grabbed the back of his T-shirt with one hand and yanked it off.

  She’d known he had nice arms—every time he crossed them in that T-shirt, her gaze had immediately gone to the swells of muscle and his sexy forearms. Without the shirt, they were even sexier.

  “I can’t wait to have you on top of me, those sexy arms all hard and tense while you fuck me,” Mina purred. One thing she’d learned was that though the stereotype said women were the ones who needed dirty talk, men loved it when she told them what she was thinking. What she was imagining and fantasizing.

  “Sweet Jesus,” Langston breathed. He unbuttoned his jeans, releasing the zipper. She could see the swell of his cock, still covered by his boxers.

  Rich finished unbuttoning and removing his shirt. He wasn’t as heavily muscled as Langston—Rich’s muscles came from time in a gym, while she suspected Langston’s were from work, hauling around heavy robots like he’d done earlier.

  She looked Rich up and down, biting her lip. “You’re not so bad.”

  “Don’t make me turn you over my knee,” Rich murmured. He unfastened his pants and toed out of his shoes.

  “Promises, promises,” Mina murmured.

  Langston held up both hands. “I am not going to make it if this gets kinky.”

  Mina arched a brow. “Not into a little spank and tickle?”

  He grimaced. “I’m going to come in my pants like a goddamned teenager.”

  Rich shucked his pants and boxers in one smooth movement, then raised one foot to pull off his sock. As he did, his cock bobbed. Mina blinked. His dick was thick, the diameter of a small apple.

  She was going to feel that thing.

  Langston stared at Rich as he finished undressing. He didn’t look uncomfortable, the way she’d expected, given what he’d said before. He looked…fascinated. Not surprising since the nude female form was almost omnipresent, while nude, aroused men were relegated to porn.

  “Langston,” she said softly. “Why don’t you finish getting naked and come here?”

  His gaze whipped back to her, and within seconds he was stripped down to nothing. Hesitantly, Langston approached the bed. He glanced at Rich, who held up a hand, disappeared into the bathroom for a moment then returned, tossing a strip of condoms onto the bed by her hip.

  She tucked them under a pillow, where she’d be able to find them again when it was time.

  Rich circled around to the far side of the mattress and climbed on, Langston doing the same. She had a moment of delicious fear as she felt the mattress dip under their weight. These were two big, strong men. She was almost naked and very vulnerable.

  Damn, that was hot.

  Rich leaned in, lips brushing over the inside of her elbow, her biceps, collarbone, before settling over her mouth. The kiss started out chaste, a simple brush of lips, the firm pressure of his mouth on hers. He was teasing her, going slow when she was now so aroused that she
wanted more, faster.

  Mina opened her mouth, flicking her tongue against his lips. Rich made a sound low in his chest and then kissed her hard and hot. His tongue swept into her mouth. He tasted like red wine and man.

  Tentative hands cupped her ankles, and she moaned in approval. Rich lifted his mouth from hers, holding her gaze for a pregnant moment before turning to look down the length of her body. Langston was staring at her legs as he slowly slid his hands north. When he reached her knees, his fingers pressed firmly into the sensitive, vulnerable skin there. Mina gasped. She’d never considered the back of her knee an erogenous zone, but that had been a mistake.

  “Your turn to kiss her,” Rich said softly, leaning back.

  Langston looked up, his gaze lingering on her black panties and tan bra before meeting hers. “Mina?”

  “Kiss me.”

  Langston surged up, his fists planted on the mattress on either side of her shoulders. He leaned down and captured her mouth, sucking and biting her lower lip before sliding his tongue against hers.

  He may not have had a ménage before, but the man knew what he was doing.

  Unable to hold still any longer, Mina raised her hands, cupping the back of Langston’s head while also tangling her fingers in Rich’s hair.

  Rich’s hands slid under her back, and she arched to give him space. Her bra came undone, and the release was wonderful.

  Needing more, she dropped her hands and started to pull the bra away, even as Langston kept kissing her. Rich grabbed her bra and ripped it off her before she could do it, the sudden wash of cool air making her already-tight nipples ache.

  Rich dropped his head to her breasts, and Langston broke the kiss with a gasp. Rich’s mouth hovered over her nipple, the back of his head brushing against Langston’s chest.

  Rich’s tongue flicked her nipple, and Mina hissed as an electric bolt of desire shot through her. Her left hand tangled in Rich’s hair once more, trying to force his head down, force him to suck her rather than tease her.

  Langston dropped to lie at her side, propped up on one elbow. He watched with apparent fascination as Rich continued to lightly flick her nipple with his tongue, resisting the pressure of her hand.

  “Rich,” she gasped in frustration.

  “Yes?” His lips brushed her nipple as he spoke.

  “Suck harder.”

  “All in good time, darlin’.”

  “I hate you,” she moaned.

  “That’s not a very nice thing to say,” Langston murmured. He reached out and gently pinched her right nipple in punishment.

  Mina shrieked in pleasure.

  Rich raised his head. “Well done. What did you do?”

  “Pinched her nipple.”

  “Do it again,” she begged. “If you two don’t hurry up, I’m going to…”

  “To what?” Langston asked in that sweet southern drawl.

  She reached out, cupped the back of his head, and forced his mouth to her other breast. She felt him smile against her the moment before he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  There was a moment of blessed relief when she felt the hot wetness envelop her, but that melted in the heat of arousal when he started to suck her in earnest. Rich was still tormenting her other breast with rapid flicks of his tongue.

  She looked at them—or rather at the tops of their heads—as they pleasured her, and the sight was wildly arousing. She raised her knees and spread her legs, sliding the sole of one foot over Rich’s calf as he knelt beside her and hooking her other leg over Langston’s thighs.

  This time, Langston didn’t hesitate, his hand cupping her knee, fingers stroking the crease at the back once more before sliding toward her sex.

  He cupped her pussy, his hand heavy and firm. She raised her hips, rubbing against him. Rich raised his head from her breast, straightening and looking over the tableau before him—Langston stretched out beside her, his mouth on her nipple, his hand on her pussy. Rich grinned, and it was a wicked, sexy expression.

  “Let’s get her panties off.”

  Langston raised his head. “Is it enough foreplay?” he asked her.

  “If I don’t get a cock in me right fucking now, I’m going to…” Mina couldn’t think of a threat. Her whole body was hot and heavy, her pussy felt swollen with need. She reached under the pillow and pulled out the condoms.

  Rich grabbed her legs, forcing them together and then ripping her panties down and off. They both looked at her newly revealed pussy, and once more she felt vulnerable, maybe a little unsure now with that last barrier gone.

  Langston traced a pattern on her belly, just above her pussy, with one finger. Rich slid off the bed and reached down for her left ankle. With a jerk, he pulled her down the bed until she was lying flat.

  “Better,” he murmured before sliding his hand up the inside of her leg, spreading it wide as he did. Langston rose up on his knees, his long cock bobbing in front of him, and grabbed her right leg, hooking it on the outside of his thigh. She was spread open wide, and when Rich climbed back onto the bed, both men were between her legs.

  “Langston first,” she gasped. “I want him to fuck me first. Then you, Rich. His cock is longer, yours is wider.”

  “You’ll get our cocks when we’re ready.” Rich lay on his belly and licked the inside of her thigh.

  “I’m ready now,” she gasped.

  “I’ll spread her pussy for you so you can lick her clit.” Langston suited action to words, his hand cupping her pussy before the middle and ring fingers pressed into her slit, spreading wide and opening her pussy.

  Mina and Rich both stared at Langston in delighted shock for a moment. Mina glanced at Rich, who smiled before lowering his mouth to her sex.

  The first stroke of his tongue over her clit made her jump. She grabbed fistfuls of the sheet, the bite of the foil condom packets in her palm reminding her that she needed to put condoms on them.

  And that meant she would get to touch their cocks.

  Rich circled her clit with his tongue, his cheeks pressed against Langston’s fingers.

  Mina’s hands trembled as she pulled off one of the condoms and ripped the packet open. Langston was watching Rich eat her pussy, so when she stretched out an arm and grabbed his cock, he yelped in surprise.

  She grinned up at him and she gently stroked the velvety skin. She changed her grip and swiped her thumb over the tip of his cock. It was already wet.

  Langston’s teeth clenched and his head fell back.

  She tugged, urging him closer. He straddled her thigh, one hand still holding her pussy open for Rich.

  Rich was relentless, his tongue soft while his beard prickled the sensitive inside of her labia.

  “I’m close,” she said, voice breathy.

  “Good. I want to watch you come while he licks you,” Langston murmured.

  She plucked the condom from the open foil packet and pinched the tip, unrolling it a bit before placing it on the head of his cock. Langston’s thigh muscles tightened as she touched him.

  Mina was panting. Rich was lapping her clit with broad strokes of his tongue. Her hand shook as she made a ring with forefinger and thumb and started to roll the condom onto Langston’s cock.

  Langston’s breathing was heavy, uneven. “Hurry up, Rich. I’m not going to last…I need to fuck her.” His free hand grabbed her breast, kneading it so that her pale flesh plumped between his fingers.

  Rich looked up, his mouth still between her legs. Mina glanced down at him, saw the smile in the way his eyes crinkled, before his teeth closed gently on her clit.

  Mina screamed as she came, white-hot pleasure arcing through her body. She pulled Rich’s hair with one hand while the other clamped tight around Langston’s cock.

  She heard someone curse, but her eyes were squeezed closed. The cock was yanked from her grip, the mattress shifted, and in the next moment, something broad and hard nudged her pussy.

  She opened her eyes just as Langston’s cock found her entranc
e. He looked just like she’d imagined—his face set in hard, tense lines, eyes bright with arousal, his arms and shoulder muscles tense and straining as he held himself above her. Then he shifted his hips, his cock sliding an inch into her, and Mina sobbed as a fresh wave of pleasure raced through her. She hadn’t come down from the first orgasm, and when Langston thrust in, his cock forcing her orgasm-tight pussy to yield, pleasure overwhelmed her again.

  Hands closed over her nipples, and she looked up to see that Rich was on the bed beside them, reaching under Langston to torment her breasts while the other man fucked her. Mina hooked her feet together over Langston’s ass, pulling him in tighter, deeper.

  She grabbed Rich’s wrists, not sure if she wanted to push his hands away—her whole body was so sensitive that his pinching and twisting of her nipples was almost too much—or beg him for more. She raked her nails over Langston’s back.

  “Close,” Langston snarled. He dropped down onto his elbows and sealed his lips over hers, Rich’s hands trapped between their chests for a moment, before he pulled them free and instead grabbed Mina’s hands.

  Rich laced their fingers together then forced their hands down on either side of her head. He was holding her down, keeping her still so Langston could fuck her.

  God, how he was fucking her.

  Langston’s thrusts sped up then he lifted his head and moaned, his whole body tense, his hips fused so tight to her she could feel his balls brushing against her ass.

  Mina whimpered in pleasure as she felt his cock pulse inside her pussy as he came.

  “Beautiful,” Rich murmured as Langston dropped his sweaty head onto her breastbone. “But now it’s my turn.”

  Mina whimpered with a mix of exhaustion and desire.

  “Langston, clean up, then come back here. You’re going to hold her down while I fuck her.” Rich slid off the side of the bed and walked around to the foot. When Langston didn’t immediately move, he reached out and slapped the other man’s ass.

  Mina felt him jolt, and then he raised his head.

  Their gazes met, and there was such tenderness in the way Langston looked at her that Mina’s heart lurched. Then he shifted, his softening cock moving within her, and any soft feelings were lost in a fresh wave of pleasure.