Edwards, Willa - Midnight Mirage (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

“Please,” Gabe begged, his grip on her hair tightening, wetness dripping between her legs.

Behind her she heard a groan from Lincoln and imagined he could see her desire, the gleam of her arousal along her sex, the quiver of her thighs as the ache in her pussy increased.

Feeling heady, admired, and adored as she hadn’t been in she couldn’t even remember how long, she slipped out her tongue, swiping it across the scarlet head. The salty, raw taste of him coated her tongue as he growled. She savored every nuance of his cock, circling the crown with her tongue, skimming down the shaft in long, slippery licks. The heat of his penis burned along her tongue, his flavor overwhelming her senses.

Guided by her sudden, overwhelming need to please him, as she’d never felt before, Mallory enveloped Gabe’s entire length in her mouth, enjoying the musical growl that dropped from his lips. An ensuing fever filled her almost to brimming. She wanted to tease and torture him, to show him he wasn’t the only one in control, but she could feel her influence waning, her desire for him, and enjoyment, overpowering her intentions.

He grabbed her head, his large fingers pressing against her scalp. The possession in his touch and breath aroused her beyond what she’d ever imagined. He pulled her closer, forcing the rest of his shaft down her throat until her jaw ached. She’d never been with a man before who was so willing to take. A man who didn’t ask politely or beg for what he wanted, but demanded. Every one of her former lovers suddenly appeared severely lacking.

He loosened his arms, allowing her to move back, but not enough to release him entirely. She slid back to the very end, sucking deeper on the soft skin. She traced the slit with her tongue for only a moment, before he pulled her forward again to swallow him whole.

Mallory knew she shouldn’t enjoy Gabe’s treatment, but his control over her was undeniably erotic, increasing her every sensation until they overwhelmed her concern of right and wrong. Mallory gave herself over to the pleasure, allowing Gabe to direct her body, to use her as he wanted.

“God, that looks amazing, baby,” Lincoln whispered in her ear, moving over her, having been almost forgotten in the haze of pleasure between her and Gabe. “I can’t wait till it’s my turn.”

He smoothed a hand down her back as he spoke, her belly somersaulting at the combination of male taste in her mouth, warm hands on her body, and naughty words in her ear. Mallory had never anticipated she could experience so much at once. Damn, it was amazing.

“How does it feel?” Lincoln asked over her head.

Mallory lifted her eyes to see Gabe’s dazed expression. His hooded eyes glazed in pleasure. Her internal temperature spiked at the obvious enjoyment in his eyes.

“Even better than it looks,” Gabe responded with a smile wider and brighter than the fully lit year mounted proudly in Times Square.

Lincoln groaned. Mallory wished she could turn around, to see the heat and desire in Lincoln’s eyes, but she wasn’t willing to release Gabe to do so.

Gabe’s fingers tangled through her hair, no longer possessive or demanding. There was no need now. She was possessed. Her brain so fogged she’d do almost anything he asked. Behind her, Lincoln’s warm body curved around her own. His hands captured her breasts, pulling on her nipples until she had to pause in her attention to Gabe to gather her breath.

“She seems ready for the next step to me.”

Lincoln spoke once again to Gabe as if she weren’t there, but Mallory didn’t mind. She couldn’t have answered if she’d wanted to. Her mouth stuffed full of cock. Her breath ragged with arousal. The only sounds she’d be capable of making were moans of compliance.

“What do you think, love? Are you ready for some pleasure?” Gabe’s fingers traced her cheekbones, brushing along the hollows created by the suction of her mouth. She nodded, swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock in agreement.

Lincoln’s fingers slipped under her thong, caressing her back as he pulled the elastic waistband down her ass in a fast, eager motion. Gabe fisted his hands in her hair, keeping her face pressed tight to his groin. Her mouth eagerly sucked as Lincoln pulled the black lace down her thighs and calves, tossing the frilly wad to the floor with the rest of her clothing. His palms gripped her thighs, pulling them apart, widening her stance on the rough carpet floor.

Lincoln groaned as his fingers probed her pussy. “I love a woman with a bare pussy.” He pushed in and out of her in three quick pulses. “It’s more sensitive, responsive.” His thumb caressed her naked pussy lips, finding her clit and rubbing it until her legs shook.

Mallory heard the faint sound of foil being ripped, and then the smooth head of Lincoln’s cock brushed along her slick flesh, teasing her entrance for a moment before retreating. She moaned, thrusting her hips back.

She whimpered as Lincoln entered her in one long, slow thrust. Gabe combed his fingers through her hair, stroked the line of her jaw as he whispered words of encouragement. Her brain fizzled, overloaded with sensation.

“You feel so good,” Lincoln moaned. His fingers gripped her hips, holding her steady for his attentions. “So tight, wet.”

She moaned as he pulled out of her just as gradually as he’d pushed in, driving her crazy with his leisurely yet thorough attempts. When he reared back again, increasing the speed of his thrusts, she whimpered and quivered beneath him. Every nerve in her body sizzled as she desperately sucked at Gabe, the taste and feel of his cock in her mouth grounding her to the moment.

Lincoln’s hands traveled up her back, sending shivers along her skin as his rough hands, calloused from years of plucking unyielding strings, worked over her skin. His finger raked through her hair, tugging the strands into a messy clump at the back of her head, away from her face as her mouth, tongue, and teeth kept Gabe panting in pleasure. Each tug upon her hair sent small quakes down her nerves to settle in her pussy, only to be inflamed hotter by Lincoln’s thrusts. Her entire body trembled, her arm shaking beneath her weight. “That’s it, baby,” Lincoln encouraged, his words rough and demanding in her ear.

“Oh God,” Gabe groaned, his hands on her cheeks holding her steady as cum spurted down her throat.

The salty taste of him coated her tongue, a moan vibrating up across her chest. She looked up at him. His soft, moist cock dropped from her lips as ecstasy overtook his features.

The bliss on Gabe’s face made Mallory feel sexy, more confident than she’d felt in years. She smiled, licking her lips, removing the last lingering traces of his cum from her mouth. His expression softened, returning to an easy, relaxed normal.

“Now it’s your turn,” Gabe whispered, his thumb tracing her throat and down her chest to pluck at her hard, swollen nipples, hanging down like ripe red grapes.

As if on cue, behind her, Lincoln increased his rhythm. His hands gripped her hips, steadying her for his thrusts. His fingers dug into her flesh, hard and dominating, yet exciting.

“Come for us, baby,” Lincoln growled behind her, holding her up as he pounded into her, faster and harder.

She pressed her face into Gabe’s chest as he combed his fingers through her hair. “We want to watch you come,” Gabe whispered into her ear, “to hear you scream. To feel your body shaking and spasming against ours.” He kissed the crown of her head.

“Don’t deny us, baby,” Lincoln grunted, gripping her legs tight and pulling them further apart, forcing her to lean deeper into Gabe.

Her orgasm overwhelmed her, exploding over her like a cork being popped from a bottle. Her entire body turned boneless, liquid and languid. White brilliant lights danced before her eyes as her mind blurred.

A roar echoed behind her. Lincoln’s movements stopped, his cock pulsing inside her for a moment before he groaned her name. His grip eased from her hips.

She was vaguely aware of two sets of rough hands as they soothed over her body, calming her and easing her to the floor. Two hard male bodies lay next to her, warm arms wrapping around her. Lincoln kissed her, his lips smooth and firm, his kiss sweet and possessing.

Gabe’s fingers reached up to grip her head, turning her toward his lips, his kiss faster, harder, more demanding. Lincoln’s hands massaged her back and shoulders, twisting in her hair. Mallory moaned as Gabe’s warm mouth sucking lightly upon her neck.

“We’re not done with you yet,” Gabe whispered into her ear as he rolled her over, using his body weight to flatten her to the floor. “We have a lot more celebrating to do.”

Chapter Five

Mallory’s breath held in her chest as she stared up into Gabe’s warm honey eyes, glowing with desire and mischief. He had something wicked planned for her, for sure. Gabe was an imaginative stage performer, always embracing the unexpected, and so far he’d shown the same personality in the bedroom. Or at least the living room.

His lips traced her neck. Her skin prickled where his exhale cooled her sweat-moistened chest. He kissed her sternum, between her breasts, and down her stomach as she sensed Lincoln repositioning himself behind her. Gabe swirled his tongue around her navel, her back arching into the touch. Lincoln extended a leg on either side of her, gripping her around the waist to hike her into his lap.

Lincoln brushed small kisses into her hair as he smoothed her head to his chest, pressing her back up against him so she could feel his already-hardening penis pressed in between her shoulder blades. His chest hair scraped against her spine, each rub creating a tingle of pleasure along every nerve in her body.

Both her men were already hard only minutes after their last release. If they continued to be this insatiable all night, she wasn’t going to get any sleep. She tried to find the will to be upset about the loss, but came up empty.

Lincoln’s burning palms smoothed down her body, along the flat plane of her stomach, to grip her sensitive inner thighs. In a heartbeat, he shoved her legs apart, forcing a gasp of surprise from her lips. Cool air flowed across her dripping pussy, heightening her vulnerability and arousal.

Noticing her shocked discomfort, Gabe smiled, dipping down to press a kiss to her thigh an inch above Lincoln’s hand. “I like a woman’s legs open while I devour her,” Gabe responded to the undeclared question in her eyes, sending tremors down her legs. “And that’s exactly what I plan to do to you.”

She flicked a gaze up to see appreciation written across Lincoln’s face, like a child watching fireworks, happy for the show even if he wished he were the one setting them off. His hands were firm on her upper thighs, holding her open and waiting for Gabe, the strong hold and inevitability of his grip heating her blood and increasing the flow of moisture between her legs.

Gabe leaned in, his nose grazing her pubic bone as his tongue extended to lick her from clit to anus in one long swipe. His long, drawn-out lick gathered the thick moisture along her swollen pussy lips, while creating more with each swipe. He murmured a sound of encouragement, his eyes partially closed in ecstasy.

“Did you know a woman tastes better after she’s come?” Gabe extended his tongue to lick her again, this time in longer, leisurely strokes. “Sweeter. Cleaner.”

Her hips bucked up to meet his ministrations. Her breath escaped on a gust, closer to a moan.

Gabe swirled his tongue inside her, pulled out and thrust back in, each movement more desperate and demanding than the one before it. Noises fell from Mallory’s mouth beyond her control, small signals of dismay, pleading grunts, and desperate whimpers. Her pulse throbbed in her nipples, beat behind her knees and along the inside of her thighs, ached in her hard clit.

She nearly came off the floor when Gabe finally wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. Lincoln gripped her harder as Gabe maintained his rhythm, strumming her clit with his tongue with the same precision and talent he did his guitar.

Increasing her torture, Lincoln leaned over, lashing first her right nipple with his tongue, and then the left, blowing on each until they puckered into hard points. Mallory’s back arched, thrusting toward him, pushing her breast farther into his mouth. Lincoln chuckled, pulling back to place soft, torturing kisses along her cheeks, nose, and forehead. Everywhere but where she needed his mouth.

They continued this dance along her body, moving forward, sucking her, hard and demanding, giving her all the pleasure they could muster, and then backing off. They worked in tandem, pushing her higher, extending the length of suction upon her skin, until she couldn’t think beyond the sensation of their lips on her flesh. Her nerves sizzled like a mass of unconnected electrical circuits, her muscles shaking with restrained lust.

“More,” she moaned, hardly aware she was speaking, so delirious with pleasure all she could think about was what she wanted. What she needed.

“What do you want, sweet?” Lincoln’s deep, husky voice forced a ripple down her spine. He looked down at her, the fantasies he had in store for her etched into the midnight fire. “Do you want my cock?”

Mallory nodded mindlessly, her tongue desperate to taste him, to feel the connection between them through the touch and pleasure. Lincoln’s lips tilted in a wicked smile as he pushed back from her.

His tongue still inside her, Gabe’s hands extended to her thighs just below Lincoln’s, pinning her legs to the floor, as Lincoln eased back.

Lincoln kneeled to her left. Cradling her head in his large palms, he held his cock aloft with his other hand. He rubbed the slippery, hot head along her lips. The skin satin smooth against her tongue as he slowly plunged into her mouth. He pushed the helmet-shaped tip past her lips, giving her a moment to lap at the head, exploring the tip and crown. His salty, musky taste exploded inside her mouth. She sucked him hard, massaging him with her tongue until he grunted and thrust deeper.