Ecstasy Times Two Plus Three [The Dakota Dynasty 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (11 page)

She felt the cock withdraw entirely, and a moment later different hands were on her hips, and a different cock was spearing full-length into her cunt, not stopping until she felt a solid, manly body smash against her buns.

“She is so fucking tight.”

She recognized Nick’s voice, which informed her that it had been Caleb’s cock that had created her most recent climax. But though Lydia had climaxed explosively from the harsh fucking that Caleb had thrown into her, had he come? She couldn’t be certain, and not knowing whether she’d pleased him enough to elicit an orgasm bothered her, though not for long because Nick’s hips were soon churning faster and faster, and she heard the wet sound of his body slapping against the perspiration-moistened cheeks of her ass as his cock drove deeply into her cunt.

“You…are…ours,” Nick said, spacing each word out between jarring thrusts of his cock into her pussy. “Admit…it!”

She did not have to start from scratch, as it were, for her next orgasm. She had descended somewhat from the heights of pleasure. But as Nick’s cock tugged and pushed at her sex lips, and the pulsating length of his cock filled her slick pussy, she felt her excitement rising once more, her passion heightening, her lust rapidly transforming from glowing ember to burning fire to raging inferno.

They’re going to fuck me to death.
This thought was immediately followed with a less frightening one.
The mortician will have one hell of a time trying to get the smile off my face.

“Not like this,” Nick said, grabbing Lydia by the arm and pulling up. He turned her around and forced her to sit in her own desk chair. “I want to look in your eyes when you come next.”

Lydia sat in her desk chair with her buns barely on the seat cushion, the backrest against her head and shoulders. She was breathing deeply, exhausted from the multiple climaxes she’d already experienced that evening. Nick and Caleb stood in front of her, their gorgeous bodies naked, glistening with sweat. Their cocks stood out tall and proud, her juices shimmering on them from conical head to base.

“Ours,” Nick said as he knelt between her wide-spread knees. “Look how my cock spreads your pussy and fills you.”

Lydia did as commanded. What choice did she have? She watched without blinking as he tapped her clit with the underside of his crown, then adjusted himself properly against her entrance. The penetration was slow, sensual, the friction deliciously satisfying.

His cock might just as well be a piece of steel for all of the give it’s got.

She would have thought more about the splendor of Nick’s cock, but Caleb had stepped to the side of the chair, bent at the waist, and planted a spine-melting kiss to her lips. She opened her mouth invitingly, and almost immediately was rewarded with a more intimate kiss as his tongue danced with hers. As she kissed Caleb, she felt Nick’s lips at her throat, his tongue warm and wet, his teeth nipping as her skin, the sensation hinting at pain.

After several seconds, Caleb stood straight, ending his kiss. Lydia found herself staring at his cock, trembling at the awareness that it could give her such exquisite sensations that she was helpless against wanting them.

“Say that I’m yours,” Caleb said, the crown scant inches from her lips, a single pearl of fluid shining at the slit in the tip. “Say that you’re ours.”

Lydia was finally going to say the words that her men wanted to hear, but Caleb did not give her the chance. An instant before she was about to speak, he forcefully fed her his cock, filling her mouth with the knob, pushing forward until he was snug against the opening of her throat.

Yesss! Oh, yes. Caleb’s cock in my mouth and Nick’s in my pussy.

It was a delirious, erotic notion to have both her mouth and cunt filled completely with throbbing cocks that were rock solid and impressive in length and girth. As Caleb began pumping his hips, Lydia could still taste her own cream, as well as his distinctly masculine, musky essence.

The sounds and tastes and sensations caused by having two men plundering her body were creating a whirlwind in Lydia’s soul. She wanted her men to climax. She wanted to taste and hear their ecstasy as they pushed themselves beyond the edge of pleasure into that golden, ethereal place where nothing existed but the ultimate gratification.

Seconds later she heard Nick call out her name, the sound ripped from his throat as he buried himself inside her. Nick was still groaning through his climax when Caleb raised up onto his tiptoes, thrust his cock deeply into Lydia’s mouth, and unleashed a torrent of cum. Sputtering as the thick, pungent cream splashed against her tongue, Lydia swallowed several times, nearly choking on the deluge.

Lydia looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and was only a little surprised to see that, aside from not having so much as a hint of lipstick left on her mouth, she looked relatively unscathed from the wild
ménage à trois
fucking she’d just experienced.

Nick’s D/s turned me on. When he tied my wrists, I nearly came then and there. And now Caleb’s getting into it, too. He wasn’t at first, but he’s becoming a Dom, just like Nick.

She closed her eyes when a shiver raced up her spine. She accepted as fact that she was a sub to the men in her office, though this was not an easy admission for her to make. Wasn’t she Lydia Amberson, an executive in one of the most profitable private companies in the United States? Surely, a woman with that much clout, that much power, didn’t allow herself to indulge in D/s fantasies. Or did she?

Everything is different with Caleb and Nick. They make me want to submit. They make me want to do things with them that I’d never do with other men.

The salty aftertaste of Caleb’s cum in her mouth reminded her of what she’d done only a few minutes earlier, and another shiver went through her. Prior to Caleb and Nick entering her life, the thought of swallowing a man’s sperm was one that she viewed with disdain. With them, it was a task she performed with relish, loving the way they looked at her afterward, enjoying the thrill she took in knowing that she had numerous ways of satisfying their ardent passions.

From a drawer beneath the bathroom mirror, she pulled out a brush and ran it through her hair. Her scalp tingled as the bristles went through the strands, reminding Lydia of how her men had held her by the hair while she sucked on them.

I was on my knees with my hands tied behind my back, sucking their cocks.
She closed her eyes, imagining what she must have looked like on her knees with her mouth filled to overflowing with hard cock.
I shouldn’t have gotten so excited doing that. I’m sure they think I’m just a thirty-five-year-old trashy slut for acting that way.
She looked into the mirror’s reflection of her own eyes.
I’m not falling in love…am I?

She stepped out of the private bathroom connected to her office to find Nick and Caleb had put their clothes back on. The red silk necktie that had been used to bind her hands was on her desk. Seeing it, Lydia decided that she’d keep it as a personal reminder, a memento of an evening of forbidden pleasures and numerous orgasms.

“Gentlemen,” she said, stepping closer, “I give up. I give in. I’m yours, if that’s what you still want.”

“Damned right,” Caleb replied.

“Hell yes,” Nick added.

She raised her hands, touching both men on the chest. “I don’t know how this is going to work, but I think we can do it.”

“Move in with me,” Caleb said. “I’m far enough outside of town where most folks can’t see who comes and goes.”

“No,” Nick said quickly. “Stay with me in town. I’ve got a big enough place for the three of us to live comfortably.”

“You’ve got a butler and a maid.” Caleb’s tone was sharp, rebuking. “How long do you figure those people are going to keep what we’ve got going a secret? This is the kind of juicy gossip New Oslo lives for.”

This was not the conversation Lydia wanted to have. Not when she was still basking in the afterglow of the most erotic evening of her life.

“Wait. Let’s stop this before it starts. This isn’t the time for an argument,” she said. “I want you. I want
both
of you. This is all so damned strange, so unreal in so many ways.” She looked away for a moment. “The only thing I’m completely certain of is that I can’t think straight when I’m with you men. I get the feeling that tonight, as I lay in bed all alone, I’m going to have a very difficult time sleeping.” She leaned forward and kissed Nick on the chest over his heart, then did the same to Caleb. “The people of New Oslo would burn me in effigy if they knew about us. I wish with all my heart that that wasn’t so, but wishing doesn’t change the facts.”

* * * *

Caleb took a sip of his beer, and then leaned forward, putting his elbows on the bar at The Cattleman’s Paradise.

“So you’re saying that we’re too old for her?” he asked.

Nick shook his head emphatically. “Not at all. We’re perfect for her. But she’s thirty-five and thinks she’s ancient. What we need to do is concoct some naughty adventures for her, something that’ll make her feel like she’s a teenager.”

Caleb lifted an eyebrow. “Teenager? Really?”

“Okay, that’s going too far. But we should make her feel like she’s in her twenties again, go back to a time when so many things were new.”

Caleb nodded and took another sip from his glass. “I’m beginning to see your point. But whatever it is you come up with, it’s got to be temporary. A thrill, but not the real deal.”

“Exactly. Naughty adventures that
we
control.” Nick took a sip of his whiskey. “I want this to work, this thing we’ve got with the three of us. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

“Me, too. Never saw it coming, but now that I’m knee-deep into it, I want it so much it scares the hell out of me.” He drained his glass, and the somewhat-plump bar maid, in denim cut-offs and a halter-tied blouse, set a freshly poured beer in front of him. Caleb watched her walking away, admiring the curve of her backside, and the naked legs leading to cowboy boots. “Lydia would never wear an outfit like that, even though she could pull it off spectacularly. She wouldn’t because she thinks that at thirty-five she’s too damned old.”

“Are you willing to give up your place to move in together?”

Caleb felt his insides clench at the question. While it was an absolute certainty that he wanted to live with Lydia and Nick, he wanted them to move into his ranch house. He had plenty of space in the house, and countless acres of property, for them to all live comfortably. But when he’d made the suggestion earlier, it hadn’t gone over well. Nick wanted them to all move into his place, promising that he’d get rid of the butler and the maid, but Caleb figured that couldn’t possibly work since he lived in the heart of the city. It wouldn’t take a week for the town’s busybodies to figure out that Lydia was having a live-in affair with two men.

“Let’s not make that decision just yet,” Caleb said after several seconds of weighty silence. “Right now I just want to figure out how to make Lydia as happy as possible.”

Caleb looked at Nick in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar, wondering whether it was possible to actually have a loving, committed
ménage
love affair. He hoped so, but the odds against true, long-term happiness seemed monumentally stacked against him.

* * * *

Lydia felt her heartbeat accelerating as she selected the clothes she was going to wear back to the office. It was nearly seven o’clock, fully two hours after closing time for New Oslo International Initiatives. Like everyone else, she had left the office shortly after five, wishing her colleagues, secretaries, and receptionist a good evening. But in the parking lot, as she was about to get into her BMW coupe, Nick had approached her.

“Come back to the office at seven,” he’d said, his dark eyes alight with mischief. “Don’t wear a bra or panties.”

Then he walked away without another word, leaving Lydia to stand there by herself, trembling slightly, wondering just what Nick and Caleb had in mind for her that evening.

She chose a loose-fitting black knee-length skirt that zipped up the back and required a slender leather belt that seemed specially made for tying a woman’s wrists behind her back. Along with that, she selected a white silk blouse, and a black, double-breasted suit coat that, she hoped, would hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Beneath it all she had a black garter belt trimmed nicely with lace, and black silk stockings. The open-toed pumps sported heels slightly higher than four inches. Even when Lydia bought them, she told herself that they were too daring to wear to the office. They practically screamed of unleashed sensuality, and that just wouldn’t do in a work environment.

Except the office would be empty at seven o’clock, with the exception of the two men who, with just a look, could make her squirm like a teeny-bopper, and make her pussy cream with anticipation.

It’s been tense between us since last we made love
.

The thought brought a frown to her face and caused her lips to press into a thin line. It seemed that almost from the very moment she’d given herself to the men, telling them she was theirs in both body and soul, there had been unspoken conflicts and a general displeasure about how they were going to go about their lives together.

We’ve got to meet at the office because it’s the only place where the three of us can be together that won’t cause suspicion. How flippin’ ridiculous is that?

As she walked to her car, she was aware of the movement of her unbound breasts, and of how the silk of her blouse caressed her nipples. Her nipples were already erect, and seemingly had been since Nick had given her the command to return to the office when it would be abandoned by everyone but the guard at the front desk.