Opulent Match [Ménage.com 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

Cyn must have decided that he had suffered enough, for she released her hair, letting it cover her face again. She placed both hands on either of Cooper’s legs and started to work him like she was starved. How had they lucked out and got a woman who was as sensual as Cyn? Whatever the reason, he certainly wasn’t going to take it for granted. Within seconds of her vigorous administrations, Cooper yelled his release. Cyn swallowed down every last drop, only stopping when Cooper begged her to stop. He knew from previous experience that she had milked every drop until the sensitivity in his cock was too much to take.

Cyn finally lifted her head, her tongue gliding over her lips like she’d just come out of a candy factory. She rose gracefully to her feet, the brown boots making soft clicking noises as she wandered over to him. Sitting naked and bound to a chair with his cock straining for her touch, he could only watch her as she came to stand in front of him. Knowing that if he said the wrong words she might leave him wanting, Brody remained silent.

“What do you think, Cooper? Should I take pity on him even though he was a bad boy?”

Brody smiled, hoping it didn’t come across as too devilish. She was so going to regret those words. Images of her over his knee floated through his mind, along with her tied to the bed with them teasing her and not allowing her release. If she thought she was going to get away with pulling a gun on them, making them strip, and binding them to their office chairs, she had another thing coming. To keep himself from saying anything, Brody tightened his hands into fists, holding on to his resolve.

“Until you let me go, I’m not going to say a word, Silk,” Cooper said, his eyes finally opening as he brought his head back up.

“Smart man,” Cyn said, giving him a wink. Turning back to Brody, she looked him up and down as if trying to figure out what her next step should be. “Did you like seeing me give Cooper a blow job?”

“Cyn, you could be knitting and I’d think that was sexy,” Brody confessed. “But if you’d like to try it on me, I’m certainly not going to stop you, am I?”

Cyn laughed, her pretty brown eyes sparkling in a way that he had never seen. She liked to play the bad girl. He wondered if she’d also like to play a submissive. From the way her body came from their commands, he would have to say yes. But would she like to be tied down and at their mercy? Just the thought of her strapped to a bed, spread eagle with her bare pussy spread wide open, had him gritting his teeth to keep from begging her to touch him.

“I have a better idea,” Cyn said, stepping around his chair and picking up his pants. She delved into his front pockets, finally finding what she wanted. Since they’d been together constantly for the past few weeks, Brody and Cooper had taken up carrying condoms with them wherever they went. It had certainly come in handy quite a few times when the impromptu urge to have sex had sprung up. “I think I want you in my pussy.”

“Then by all means.” Brody wasn’t sure if he was pulling off the nonchalant attitude that he wanted, but he was starting not to care. He wanted her, and he wanted her now.

“Let’s see how ready you are though,” Cyn said, coming back around the front of him. Instead of sliding to her knees, Cyn spread her boots and leaned down at the waist to put on a show for Cooper, who had already started to get another hard-on.

Taking his cock into her hand, Cyn bent her head and blew on his tip. Gritting his teeth to keep from begging her to take him in her mouth wasn’t working anymore, so he bit his lip. Maybe a little bit of pain would stop him from giving her what she wanted. Her moist, hot tongue glided up and down his shaft. He couldn’t help that his hips twitched and then thrust upward. He heard her chuckle.
Damn
.

“I’d say you are pretty ready,” Cyn replied.

She stood back up and went to work tearing open the condom package. She threw the paper on the floor, keeping the brown disc between her fingers. Cyn bent forward until their mouths were an inch apart, letting him stare into her eyes. She maintained eye contact as he felt her place the condom on the tip of his cock and slowly roll it down over his shaft. She let her fingers massage his dick as the latex unfolded, practically bringing him off.

“In fact, I’d have to say that you feel about ready to explode,” Cyn whispered, her breath caressing his lips. Her hand released his cock and came up to his chest. He couldn’t help but moan as she started to make light circles around his right chest muscle, the way she used to do when they were teenagers. Round and round she went, getting closer to his nipple. When she finally reached her target, she gently pinched the sensitive tissue. “You are definitely ready.”

Standing up, Cyn took a couple steps back. She slid her hands up her abdomen until they reached her bra. Taking the material, she pulled it down until her breasts were sitting on top, giving them a view of her rosy nipples. They were hard and round, making Brody want to take them in his mouth. Would she let him if he asked? Brody gave himself a mental kick. He wasn’t going to ask for anything, damn it!

“Hmmm,” Cyn moaned, as she pushed her breasts together. She placed each nipple in between her fingers and rolled them. “That feels so good.”

“I can make them feel better,” Brody said, hoping his comment didn’t come across as begging.

“I bet you can,” Cyn replied, now having started to tug on her nipples. “I bet you can fill my pussy, too.”

Brody loved when she talked dirty. He glanced over at Cooper, noticing that he now had another raging hard-on. Ha! That was what he got for going along with this shit to begin with. They could have disarmed her. They should have disarmed her. Now they were bound until she decided to release them. He hoped like hell it was soon, because all he wanted to do was throw her across his desk and pound his cock into her until morning. Brody knew that wasn’t likely to happen, as Cyn wanted to draw this out, but it was a hell of a thought.

“It’s a good thing my panties are crotchless, isn’t it?” Cyn said, turning around and giving him her back.

She wouldn’t be that mean, would she? Brody watched as Cyn backed up to him and reached underneath to grab his cock. Damn, she was going to be that cruel. Instead of facing Brody while she had her way with him, she chose to face forward, giving Cooper a show. Ever so slowly, Cyn lowered herself onto him inch by inch. It was pure torture. Her heat surrounded him, making him think of nothing but pounding into her until she screamed, but the way she was sitting on him had given her all the control.

“Cooper, tell Brody what you see.”

“Fuck,” Cooper whispered. Brody looked sideways to see his brother using his feet to scoot his chair enough so that he was facing them. “She has one of her nipples in between her fingers and is pulling on it.”

“And my other hand?”

“Her other—” Cooper lost his voice for a second, sounding as if he were being strangled. “Her other hand is playing with her clit. She’s using her fingers to rub tiny little circles over it.”

“And it feels so good,” Cyn murmured. “How about you, Brody? Does my pussy feel good?”

“Yesss,” Brody hissed, knowing he was giving her satisfaction, but unable to help himself. “Cyn, if you don’t start moving fast, I swear I will break this chair apart.”

Cyn laughed. “There’s my Brody.”

He didn’t know what to make of that, but decided he didn’t care, because she started to use her legs to move herself up and down. Once she started, she didn’t stop. Over and over she slammed down on his cock. He’d never felt anything so damn good in his life, not that he’d ever admit to her that the anticipation had contributed to that.

He felt her start to come right before she screamed. Her pussy clamped down on him so tight, it was a wonder he didn’t lose feeling in his dick. Obviously, it had the opposite effect on him, as it sucked his cum right out of him. Brody’s hips jerked, making her lose her rhythm, but he was beyond caring. She took him to that place that only she could take him, making him lose himself completely.

“Brody.”

Cooper’s voice brought him back to reality with a crash. His tone indicated that something was wrong and he instantly went on alert. That was when Brody heard it. Somebody had entered the front of their shop. Cyn must have left the door unlocked when she came through to the store. Damn, but he was going to break her of that habit.

“Cyn, we need you to let us go now,” Brody said. He knew his voice became like steel, but with what they had going on behind the scenes, he wasn’t sure if it was a friend or enemy that was about to enter their domain.

“Okay,” Cyn whispered.

She must have realized how serious he was, as she immediately stood up. Reaching down, she slid her hand inside her right boot and pulled out the key. Going behind them as fast as she could, she unlocked Brody’s handcuffs first and then Cooper’s. As they rushed to get their clothes on, he saw Cyn pull her sweater dress over her head. Having no other choice, Brody reached for a napkin that was sitting atop his desk from their earlier dinner and cleaned himself up, throwing his used condom in the trash can. He made a mental note to make sure he took the trash out back later. Brody had just finished buttoning his jeans when a shadow appeared in the doorway.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Fuck
. Sonny Jones walked inside, looking anything but apologetic. His greasy hair was combed back, while his beady little eyes raked over Cyn’s body. Closing his fingers into fists, Brody prevented himself from going over to her. If Sonny thought she was important to them, she could be used as leverage. One of Sonny’s men hung outside the door while he made his way inside the office.

“Cyn, thanks for stopping by,” Brody said, wheeling his chair around his desk. Sitting down, he leaned back, hoping to give off an unconcerned attitude. He and Cooper would have to make things right with Cyn later. “Cooper, can you see her out, please?”

“Sure,” Cooper replied. Brody was thankful that his brother had taken the hint and that he was doing what he could to get Cyn out of harm’s way.

Why the hell had Jones decided to show up in Triple? They’d had an agreement that he was to stay far away from the town, so that no one would know of their connection. Did he suspect that they were working undercover for the ATF?

“Wait a second,” Cyn said, smoothing out her dress. Her hair was still down, looking beautiful as it flowed around her shoulders. Jones was sure to take notice. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?”

Damn, she was going to ruin his attempt at getting her out of here without having set off Jones’s radar. Brody shot Cooper a glare, wanting him to literally pick her up if he had to in order to get her to leave.

“Yes, Brody, aren’t you going to introduce us?” Jones walked up to where Cyn was standing in front of Cooper and took her hand. When he brought it to his lips, it took every ounce of restraint Brody had not to pick up the gun that was sitting on his desk and shoot him. His stomach turned over as Jones’s mouth touched Cyn’s skin. “And your name, beautiful lady?”

“Cynthia.” Cyn never used her real name, making Brody realize she knew something was off. If it was one thing she hated, it was the name Cynthia. She had always said it reminded her too much of her parents’ high-society life in which everything was shallow. Cyn had shortened her name, saying that it matched her actions when she sold her shares to the stockholders and broke away from that life—sin for a Cyn. He watched as she extracted her hand, giving Jones a tight smile. “And who do I have the—pleasure—of meeting?”

Her pause before the word
pleasure
was not subtle and Brody cringed inside, not knowing how Jones would react. Surely, he wouldn’t do anything that would cause them to react. Brody shot a quick look at the door, relieved that Sonny’s man hadn’t drawn his weapon. With these types of thugs, one never knew what they would do.

“You haven’t earned the right to my name, Cynthia,” Sonny Jones replied, his Napoleon complex shining through. He was a couple inches shy of her height, with a very scrawny stature. He tried to make up for it by wearing a suit, but the cheap material only made his image worse. “Now why don’t you move along, so that us men can have a discussion.”

Knowing it wasn’t in Cyn’s nature to be dismissed, he was surprised when she remained silent and started to walk toward the door. He tensed when she stopped in front of Sonny’s lackey, until he saw why. She bent down and picked up her purse. Cyn must have left it there when she had pulled the gun on them. Brody stared at the gun now, wondering if he should arm himself. Deciding against it, he figured Jones might take that as a sign of aggression.

Brody was glad to see that Cooper followed Cyn out, leaving him alone with Sonny. Well, not quite, since Jones’s minion still stood outside the office door. Sonny was turned sideways, as if he was making sure that Cyn was out of earshot. He must have been satisfied, because he finally turned around to face Brody.

“You know,” Brody said, before Sonny could speak, “you showing your face in our town is not exactly how you want to start a business with us.”

“Really?” Sonny asked, sitting down in the guest chair in front of Brody’s desk. “And here I thought you would take it as a sign of friendship. After all, I’m only here to let you know that meeting time has changed.”

Brody tried not to show his surprise, hoping he pulled it off. What was taking Cooper so long to get back here? His brother was a hell of a lot better at dealing with scumbags like this, while Brody hung around in the back, remaining silent and looking mean.