Ecstasy Times Two Plus Three [The Dakota Dynasty 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (16 page)

None of this would have happened to me if not for Nick and Caleb. I never would have dreamed of being in a ménage relationship. I never would have even noticed those Brits, much less fucked them. They’re too young for me…but that’s why my men got them for me. They know more about what I need than I do.

Her slowly swirling thoughts came to an abrupt end when, quite unexpectedly, Lydia’s insides began to clench, and the first contraction of a climax gripped her. With her arms outstretched, she clutched at the bedspread and shivered through an orgasm that seemed to last for minutes, but was really only a couple seconds.

“W–Wait,” she said breathily, when the spasms had ended. “My God, you men sure know how to make a girl explode. I thought the top of my head was going to come right off.”

Their low, rumbling chuckle of triumph delighted her. But they didn’t give her much time to compose herself. Moving so they were on either side of her, they gently but firmly pulled her until her head and shoulders were up on several pillows against the headboard, and she was in the middle of the big bed.

“That won’t be the last time you come,” Caleb said.

When she looked at him, she saw that his lips and chin were glistening with her cream. It was sexy for her to know where his mouth had just been.

“If there’s a tally of climaxes somewhere, I can’t imagine how many I now owe you two.” She felt lethargic with postorgasmic lassitude. “Do what you want with me. I haven’t any strength or willpower left. Take me however you want me.”

“I intend—” Nick said.

“
We
intend,” Caleb cut in sharply.

“Yes,
we
intend to do precisely that.” Nick moved so that he was between Lydia’s knees, with his legs folded beneath himself. He slipped his hands under her knees to raise and spread them, then moved closer. “Your pussy’s an addiction to me, but I don’t want to be cured.”

As she felt her delicate labia stretching, yielding to accommodate the bulbous crown of Nick’s cock, Lydia issued a long, quavering sigh and whispered, “I so fucking love you guys.” After a moment she added, “And your cocks.”

She looked down between the mounds of her breasts to watch the hard, unyielding length of Nick’s cock sliding into the temple of her femininity. Hardly had Nick penetrated her fully when Caleb straddled her with his knees, his thick, hard cock pointing straight at her mouth.

“Feed me,” she whispered, and Caleb did exactly that.

Lydia closed her eyes as one cock filled her pussy and another filled her mouth. She felt utterly helpless, completely overwhelmed by masculine power. Caleb’s muscular thighs surrounded her, pinning her arms to her sides, and Nick’s lean torso was working to and fro between her thighs. At first the men did not coordinate their thrusts, but soon they were simultaneously driving deeply into her body, then withdrawing in unison. For a moment Lydia feared that she hadn’t been told the truth, that her men had, in fact, shared a lover before. But then she realized that they were just highly skilled artisans of sensuality. It would be only natural that they’d understand instinctively just exactly how to coordinate their movements to give her the maximum amount of pleasure.

“She’s been such a bad, bad girl.” Nick’s tone had once more switched to the Dom persona. “Fucking those young Brits. Sucking their cocks right in front of us.”

“She deserves a spanking,” Caleb said, and then to prove his dominant position, pushed his cock to the back of Lydia’s mouth and kept it firmly pressed there.

Lydia tried to retreat to release some of the pressure against her throat. The pillows allowed for some movement, but not enough to get complacent. She had been worried that they were going to slowly and deliberately make love to her, but that wasn’t what she wanted for this evening. The Doms were once again forcing her submission.

Uh-oh. Now they’re really going to fuck me. Hard.

She once again clutched the bedcover in her hands, though this time her arms were trapped to her sides by Caleb’s legs, and the head of his cock was sliding over her tongue on its way to the back of her mouth.

Lydia felt the slowly building tension, the heightening passions that had evolved from desire to lust, and was now building to something beyond that.

I’ll give them anything. I want to be as satisfying for them as they are for me.

This rather rational thought quickly gave way to more fevered thoughts when Nick thrust his cock deep into her pussy, slapped her on the ass, and announced loudly enough that his words might have been heard outside of the hotel room, “This bad little girl needs to be punished!”

For an instant—but for no longer than that—Lydia experienced fear. The position she was in left her little defense, no chance of retreat, and the men she was with were big and powerful. She had worked them into a lusty frenzy that she had intended, but one which she now wasn’t certain she could control.

Lydia came a second time when Nick began rubbing her clit with his thumb as he worked his cock in and out of her pussy. Lydia’s voluptuous body bucked on the bed during her orgasm, but throughout it neither of her lovers ceased or even slowed his relentless thrusts.

Caleb looked down at Lydia and could tell that she was struggling, but he also sensed that this was how the woman he loved wanted the evening to play out. She wanted them to force her to submit to their domination. In the boardroom, she was Ms. Lydia Amberson, a woman of considerable influence and power in the business community of the United States. But in the bedroom, with him and Nick there, she wanted them to be commanding. She wanted to surrender to them, not have them be cowed and intimidated by her wealth and social standing.

Caleb put his hands on top of the headboard and eased his hips forward, pushing his cock to the back of Lydia’s mouth and keeping it there several seconds as her body was buffeted by Nick’s long, harsh strokes.

“Nick, how about switching positions? Her mouth is the devil itself, but I’ve got to have some of that pussy.”

“You can have it,” Nick said, then chuckled softly. “But I’ve got something else in mind.”

* * * *

Lydia looked down at Caleb and marveled at the suppressed power she saw, the definition of his muscles clearly revealed beneath the pale skin, his chest and shoulders glistening with perspiration. Looking lower still, she saw his cock was fully engorged, the skin over the head stretched tautly and almost purplish in color. He looked like he was ready to explode, but she knew that his orgasmic discipline was extraordinary. He wouldn’t come until she wanted him to, and he allowed it.

She looked to her right. Nick was there on his knees at the foot of the bed. His eyes blazed with an inner fire. She’d seen him lusty before, but this time the fire seemed to burn hotter than ever. A shiver went up Lydia’s spine, causing her breasts to tremble.

She cleared her throat, looked away for a moment, looked within herself for courage, then locked his gaze with her own and said, “It’s what I want, too. Everything. Everything you’ve got.”

Straddling Caleb’s hips as she turned her back on Nick, Lydia reached down and took the shaft of his cock in her hand and guided the plump crown to the lips of her pussy. She lowered her hips, felt his thick invasion, then trembled and sighed because it felt so heavenly to have his manliness inside her. She bobbed up and down several times before she had enveloped his entire length.

Then she felt a hand at her shoulder, and flash of fear went through her.

“Lean forward.” Nick’s tone was in Dom-mode.

“But—”

“Don’t make me have to punish you.”

Lydia leaned forward until her the tips of her breasts lightly touched Caleb’s chest. She immediately felt a hand at her hip, and the bulbous head of Nick’s cock against the entrance to her forbidden passage.

The pressure began, and despite Lydia’s best efforts at relaxing, her bottom tightened up. It had been years since she’d let anyone back there, and though recently she had tried to condition herself by using her fingers, she wasn’t at all certain she had done it often enough to allow Nick’s significantly greater girth.

“She’s lubed.” It was a blunt statement from Nick. “Seems to me she was expecting to get DP’d from the very beginning.”

He put more pressure behind his hips, and suddenly Lydia opened for him, her body relenting to greater force. The knife-blade of agony that went through her caused her to flinch sharply, her eyes instantly squeezing tightly shut, her lips pulling back from her teeth in a grimace. Nick halted his invasion when her body reacted to being backdoor penetrated.

“Don’t stop,” Lydia said after several seconds, her voice little more than a whisper through teeth tightly clenched. “Don’t either of you stop until you’re finished.” She took in a deep, calming breath, then blew it out slowly. “If I’m not sore as hell in the morning, you’re both in a hell of a lot of trouble.” Despite the burning sensation coming from her anus, her face transformed into something of a smile as she added, “If you don’t finish, I’ll see that you both get fired. I outrank you, remember?”

She didn’t regret challenging them to fuck her as hard as they possibly could, but there were times during the next several minutes when she thought they might. The fiery agony of having Nick’s long, thick cock spreading her cheeks and driving deep up her ass soon lessened to a somewhat-satisfying burning sensation. Pain and pleasure intermingled as her senses were overloaded with stimulation.

Taking Nick the Greek way, since he was so much larger than the only other man to go there, was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, especially since she had Caleb beneath her, his cock filling her tight slit. The transformation of intense pain to simply intense
sensation
happened over the course of a dozen strokes of Nick’s lean hips. The symphony of feminine gasps and masculine groans, of flesh, moistened by perspiration, slapping wetly against flesh, similarly moistened, echoed off the walls. When both men were deep inside her, when her pussy and ass were filled to the brink with hard cock, Lydia felt more deeply connected to her men than ever before. The sounds and sights and smells of their powerful bodies laboring like athletes to give her every ounce of passion they possessed was simply more than she could take.

Her knees were wedged against Caleb’s rib, her breasts pressed against his chest while Nick’s chest was flat against her back, when the orgasm ripped through her senses with all the delicacy of a lightning strike. Lydia’s face was turned aside, and Caleb was kissing and licking one ear while Nick was doing the same, when the spasms shuddered through her. But this time, for the first time, both her pussy and ass contracted in orgiastic pleasure around the cocks that plundered them.

As she descended slowly from the orgasmic heights that her lovers had driven her to, Lydia push her hips up slightly so that she was no longer pressing Caleb down into the mattress. By doing this, she allowed him greater movement. Seconds later, Nick shifted his position to get his feet beneath him. In doing so, both men had greater freedom to work the entire length of their erections in and out of Lydia’s tingling, sore, and utterly grateful body.

Now the men could pleasure and pummel her ass and pussy with unrestricted force. As their lust heightened, their hips moved with increasing fury, like engines without governors that were allowed to pushing themselves faster and harder without any restrictions.

The next time Lydia climaxed, her cunt and ass flexing around the thrashing cocks that penetrated her, she provided the last touch of stimulation the men needed to come. With leonine roars, they unleashed a torrent of cum inside her.

When they had satisfied themselves, their muscles went lax. Nick slumped onto Lydia, who slumped onto Caleb.

She could feel their cocks becoming soft inside her body, feel their sweaty, muscular torsos sandwiching her body, and hear their deep breathing.

“I thought,” Lydia said between gulps of air, “you were going to fuck me to death.” She smiled. “It would have been a small price to pay for what I’ve just experienced.”

* * * *

Nick stepped out of the hotel. The limousine was waiting at the curb, the driver standing by the rear door waiting to open it. Lydia was a dozen yards away, talking heatedly on her cell phone. Despite the distance, Nick clearly heard her say, “I don’t give a damn if it takes a dozen men, I want the job done today!” Then she ended the connection and combed fingers through her ebony hair, her back toward Nick, her anger still heightened.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

Lydia turned toward him, and he watched how she schooled her expression to not reflect her inner anger. “No, everything’s going to be fine. I’m just trying to get some remodeling done and it’s taking longer than I had planned.”

Nick’s brow furrowed. “Remodeling?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll explain it all later.” She smiled and stepped closer, rising quickly onto her tiptoes to kiss the tip of his chin. “Don’t ask too many questions just yet. I promise, I’ll make everything clear to you and Caleb very soon.”

Now confused and thoroughly curious, Nick slid into the roomy backseat of the limousine, and mentally prepared himself for the return to New Oslo.

* * * *

New Oslo, North Dakota

Nick pulled his luxury SUV into the apartment building’s parking lot just as Caleb was getting out of his vehicle. He’d gotten the call earlier from Lydia, stating that he was to go to the apartment building at noon. When he started to ask questions, she told him it was critically important he get there, then ended the connection.

Caleb was waiting for him when he got to the front doors.

“Do you have any idea what this is all about?” Caleb asked.

“Not a clue. This place has been a dump for years.” Nick looked at the weathered exterior suspiciously. “I’ve seen workmen here recently, but you sure as hell wouldn’t know it by looking at the outside. There’s a pothole in the parking lot big enough to swallow a Volkswagen Beetle.”