Demanding Satisfaction [Bride Train 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (24 page)

Sophie finally flopped forward. He pulled his hands out just before she landed to one side, saving his cock from being squashed by her chest. Not that he’d really mind. After all, her lovely big cheeks were spread open to him. Fluid seeped out of her pussy to decorate his chest.

“That’s about the best view I’ve seen in a long while,” he said.

“I can’t move.” She groaned into the sheet.

“You’re not finished with me yet, are you?”

It took a moment for her to answer. “That was just round two.”

He took advantage of her spread legs and stroked a finger down between her full cheeks. She tensed, though he was pretty sure it wasn’t in fear or disgust. Smiling to himself at what he was going to do to her soon, he used both hands to spread her cheeks wide.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked. She clenched her cheeks, but he kept them open. He stroked one finger from her tailbone to her anus, then circled it. She relaxed, though he still sensed her hesitation.

“You like my finger in here.”

He scratched at the brown iris. A pink ring appeared. He dragged his finger over the fluid that had gathered on his chest. This time when he saw pink, he entered her to his second knuckle. It was different now that she was not in the throes of an orgasm. But her breath hitched, and she did not twitch to escape his probe.

He pulled out, gathered more fluid, and entered her again. This time there was much less resistance. He pulsed, letting her tight ring drag on his finger from tip to as far as his finger could go. He said nothing but listened to her breathing increase. He began twisting as he went in and out. She pressed against him as he went in, clenching as he pulled back.

She whimpered when he pulled out. But he gathered more fluid and this time sent in two fingers. A gasp of surprise was quickly followed by a groan of approval. She shifted, lifting her bottom off his chest so she could set her own rhythm. It gave him access to her pussy, so he got both hands busy. Her clit, already swollen from her previous orgasms, needed little to make her quiver with need.

“Enough!”

The word was the only warning he got before she lifted herself off him, turned around, and knelt astride his hips. She grasped his weeping cock with her fist, much tighter this time, and guided him into her, but only an inch!

She smiled serenely down at him, the witch, as she took only his head into her body. She didn’t go any deeper. It was as if she was testing him. She leaned forward and set her palms on his chest. Her breasts wobbled within easy touching distance.

Max grabbed the sheets either side of him to stop himself reaching for her. If he took her breast in his mouth, he’d haul her tight against him, taking over. If he grabbed her hips, he would slam her up and down on his cock. So he held tight and flexed his feet, pulling his toes up so that he didn’t arch his back and force himself into her.

He wanted to fuck her, to throw her on her back and thrust deep inside her pussy, slamming hard until she screamed her release and he bellowed his possession of her. But not this time. No, he would triumph over her. He returned her smile, though his was more wolf than anything else.

“Is my cock too much for you?”

He taunted her with the words. Her eyes narrowed and her chin jutted out. Staring him in the eyes, she lowered herself, ever so slowly, enveloping his cock in her hot sheath. It tested every muscle of control he’d ever had. He didn’t know what she’d done with Sam, but he could see why Josh dominated her.

The woman fairly begged to be spanked. He wouldn’t mind watching Josh punish her for her attitude. In fact, he would help hold her down. His cock swelled at the thought of helping to take this smug woman down a few pegs. He’d watch while Josh warmed her ass until it turned pink, making her soaking wet with the pleasure of his stinging hand. He’d let her see him standing there, legs apart as he stroked his own cock. She would know what he wanted and that would heat her even more.

And when Josh was done, he’d haul her onto her hands and knees and order her to take Max deep into her ass. Maybe she’d climb onto Sam first, and they’d both slide into her until she screamed her release.

Her pussy touched down. She leaned forward, grinding herself against him. Then the minx reached behind and took his balls into her hand. His cock jumped inside her. The daring look she gave him, taunting his need for her, was the only thing that kept him from taking over. He would win this contest of wills!

Maybe he’d show her something she hadn’t yet figured out. He took her hips and scraped her forward and back. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened.

“Rub your clit against me.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She did such a good job of it that he had to grab the sheets again. But she went so darn slowly! He loved the feel of her pussy tight against his cock, but he wanted her to ride him hard before he exploded.

Her breathing quickened. She had her eyes closed as she concentrated on the sensations. He didn’t know what it felt like from her end, but he was doing pretty darn good. Too good, as he felt his orgasm building.

She lifted herself and began shafting him faster. He rewarded her with the hand he’d had in her pussy. That went to her clit, making up for the friction she’d had against his chest. Her groan proved he was on the right track. She sped up. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room along with a few moans.

She needed help, but he’d be darned if he’d touch her and lose control. He set his heels and began thrusting up, meeting her downward strokes. He went faster, and she kept pace. Concentrating on meeting her thrusts kept him from coming, but it was a close thing. She needed more sensation. He used two fingers on her clit, rubbing it hard between the first joints.

“Yes!”

Her pussy spasmed as she came. Max grabbed her hips and took over, slamming her down as he’d wanted to. He erupted, filling her with his seed as a man was intended to do with his woman. She milked him, clasping his cock with her pussy as he thrust deep, prolonging her orgasm.

Finally, she slumped onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, still joined, hugging her tight.

“Mine!”
rang through his head and into his soul.

Sophie was snuggled tight against Max when the window was shoved open. Max rolled to put her safely behind him, pulled his gun, cocked it, and waited for danger. Sophie knew it had to be Sam. Sure enough, she recognized him after he closed the window and turned. He stuck his hands on his hips and stared at Max’s naked body.

“What in tarnation’s wrong with you?”

Max straightened and uncocked his gun. “Nothing. I was protecting the lady.”

“Looks like you already ‘protected’ her.” Sam motioned to Max’s cock. It had already begun to rise again.

Sophie watched the two men fight for dominance. They were just like dogs, trying to be the leader of the pack. Or maybe they were like Rocky Mountain sheep which smashed their heads against each other to prove their ability to mate. She’d never had men fight over her before. Part of her liked it while the more practical side insisted she was not a piece of property. She was her own person, able to decide who she wished to share herself with, and when.

“Get dressed,” said Sam abruptly to Max. He turned to her and winked. “Not you, sugar. You stay right where you are. I’ll be taking over for Maxie.”

“Like heck you are!”

“Mr. Harrison Baird sent an urgent message to meet with you.”

Sam bent over to unlace his boots. He faced away from her, providing an excellent view of his bottom. Was it by chance? He lifted his head, catching her staring. His grin proved he’d done it on purpose. To get him back she sat up and let the sheet fall until it barely covered her breasts. He stood quickly, wincing and adjusting his pants. She gave him a smug smile of success. He stared back and kicked off his boots. Then he began opening his pants buttons, one by one.

“What does Baird want?” asked Max testily. He stepped into his pants.

“I’m just the messenger boy,” replied Sam. “You’re the one with the plan.” He finished stripping. His eager cock bounced with every heartbeat.

“As always, the job comes first,” said Max, quickly dressing. “Don’t mess with her, Sam. She needs sleep.” He shoved his feet into his boots, opened the window, and put one leg out. Cold evening air drifted in.

Sam waited for the curtains to stop moving. Then he turned to her. His eyes heated her even though she was tired. The state of his cock suggested he wanted her again.

“I think my woman needs another deep massage.” He sat beside her on the bed and reached for her foot. His thumb pressed deep into her instep. She groaned in pain and relief.

“You didn’t have to strip down to do this,” she said after about ten minutes of moan-inducing massage.

“I wanted Max to think I was planning something different.” His grin lit up his eyes. “My big brother was already out of sorts. I expect you just gave him the best sex of his life. He was sleeping beside you, something he would never do. Heck, just getting naked with a woman is against his rules during an assignment.”

“So why did you want him to think you were going to ravish me?”

Sophie relaxed against the mattress, secure in the knowledge that Sam would take care of her. She loved the way his callused hands knew where every muscle spasm was and could remove it with a press of his thumb.

“Didn’t you have any sisters or brothers?” She shook her head. “Max thinks because he’s the oldest, even if by only a few minutes, it gives him the right to make the rules. While I agree with many of them, I don’t have to let him know that. It’s good for him to stew about something other than his plans to catch these men.”

He nipped the tip of her big toe.

“Ow!”

She tried to yank her foot back, but he held it tight. He looked at her without raising his head. The look reminded her of Billy when he thought he could sneak another piece of pie. He kissed her toe. Then her ankle. Then her knee. A long line of tender, arousing kisses followed as he got closer and closer to her pussy.

“Roll onto your stomach,” he said. When she didn’t move, he rolled her over and knelt across her backside. “Now that is a fine-lookin’ ass,” he said.

She tensed, but he just patted her lightly. Josh would have spanked her. She was tired and a bit sore, so was glad it was Sam.

“How’s your back?” He walked his knuckles up her back on each side of her spine.

She could get used to this very easily. Each man knew what she needed, but in different ways. Josh overpowered her, demanding what she was hesitant to enjoy. Max had allowed her to explore him, though she didn’t think he’d be that easygoing all the time. Sam knew where she was sore, how to laugh, and that a playful look could arouse her.

When he was finished she fell asleep beside him. She woke to find herself lying across Sam’s chest. His head was turned away. One arm rested heavy on her back. It was a claiming, but also a need to hold her close. She looked down. Though he slept deeply, his cock was not relaxed. Its semierect state called to her. Sam had brought her pleasure and denied his own. He knew she’d been with both Josh and Max, and was likely sore. So he’d left her to sleep.

It was her turn to take over.

Sophie gently moved his arm away. She covered him with the quilt to keep him warm and wiggled her way down the bed. All she did was breathe on his cock and it struggled to rise. She guided him into her mouth. He swelled as she held him. Would he wake if she took him in hand?

She grasped his long cock with both hands. The silky skin was so much warmer than her hands. It was also wet from her mouth. She blew on it. Instead of gooseflesh rising, Sam’s cock did. She smiled at her power.

Getting up on her knees made the bed shake a bit, but she expected Sam wouldn’t mind if he woke. She guided his hard cock into her mouth and ran her tongue all around his tip. A deep murmur of contentment rumbled in his chest. A hand brushed her hair aside. She sucked, pressing him against the roof of her mouth with her tongue.

“Aw, sugar, that’s so nice.”

She bobbed her head, using her fist to increase the pressure on more of his length. Her mouth was only so big, but his cock was immense! She found his balls with her other hand. She took both of them in her hand and squeezed. He hissed, inhaling a breath.

“If you do that again I’m gonna come,” he said, groaning.

She got an idea so did even more. She licked her finger and, while sucking on him, pressed her finger into his ass. If she liked it, why wouldn’t he? He tightened around her finger as his cock jumped. More telling, he shifted to give her easier access. She pressed her finger deeper. It touched something round.

“Oh, God, Sophie!” he said with a groan.

Salty fluid coated her tongue. He pressed back on her finger, so she rubbed it against the lump. He put his hands on her head, silently begging for her to speed up. She held the end of his cock in her mouth and used her fist, pumping faster than she could bob her head. His breath rasped as he groaned, twitching under her. His hands also twitched on her head, as if unable to hold still.

She twisted her finger and then bent it in a “come here” motion. His powerful butt muscles clamped down as he roared. His cum exploded into her mouth, hot and salty. She swallowed as much as she could, loving that she could do this for him. He’d barely stopped thrusting into her mouth when he grasped her elbows and hauled her up his body.