In MIB Custody [The Service Club 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (19 page)

“Is your pussy burnin’ for a cock, darlin’?” Lowell’s voice thickened, growing hotter and huskier as, between her legs, his fingers sank into her throbbing wetness.

“Yes.” She hissed the word as she melted onto his fingers, the surrender of her body gifting her with a precious moment of deep penetration. It came nowhere close to that of his cock, but for a minute fraction of a second, it eased the deep-set need. “I need to feel you inside me, both of you.”

“No more than we need to be inside you, my love.” Zane nipped the tender flesh where her neck and shoulder met as Lowell pulled his fingers free of her clenching pussy.

Zane’s hands slipped from her breasts to her hips, and he spun her around between his and Lowell’s bodies. He lifted a hand to her cheek, and she smelled the sweetly tangy scent of her pussy juices on his fingers. “I love you, Dannie.”

He said it so softly, so sweetly it brought tears to her eyes. She wouldn’t stop herself from saying it this time. “I love you, too.”

She started to wind her arms around his neck and kiss him when she realized he still had on all his clothes. She dropped her gaze between their bodies, then looked back up at him from beneath her lashes. “This won’t do.”

She made quick work of getting him naked, yanking his shirt off his spectacularly muscled torso, and shucking his pants down his narrow hips and powerful legs. “Kick them off, please,” she requested when the slacks bunched around his ankles.

He grinned and did as she asked, then lifted a brow. “Is that better?”

“Much.” She started to turn, to reach back and tell Lowell that she loved him, too. She couldn’t say it enough now that she had let it spill once. She wanted them both to know, needed them to feel it and believe it.

Zane stopped her before she had shifted an inch, catching the backs of her thighs and locking her legs around his hips as he picked her up and impaled her with his cock in a fluid motion that had her screaming in sweet ecstasy.

“Hold on tight.” Still grinning, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of her ass as he tightened his grip, he took a single step forward.

“Always.” She moaned the word, winding her arms around his neck as the step drove his cock inside her channel to the hilt. She sucked a breath through her teeth as he lifted her higher by sheer muscle alone and dropped her back down on his stiff cock. “Ah, Gods.” She threw her head back as he repeated the move, this time adding a thrust to his hips that impaled her even deeper, more viciously, and stupendously faster.

He carried her that way to the bed, fucking her with each step, and driving her body straight to madness. When he reached the bed, he slowly lowered her down, following her until he lay on top of her, his body nestled between her spread thighs. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held her bottom off the bed, his cock still buried deeply in her clenching cunt.

She lifted her head off the mattress, gazed down her body to see where they were joined together. She watched as his cock slid out of her, saw the thick layer of her juices coating his shaft before he pushed inside her again and settled into a rhythm of sheer power and ecstasy.

The orgasm came out of nowhere, tearing through her core and spewing out of her in a blinding rush that made her lightheaded. She cried out from the force of it, lifting her hips to meet Zane’s thrust for thrust until her entire body quaked and her muscles slowly started to relax.

Only when she felt his rhythm begin to slow did she remember she hadn’t asked permission to come. She stared up at him wide-eyed and waited to be reprimanded.

“It’s okay,” he told her softly. “This time, for tonight, you come when you need to. No game or dominance here. It’s just the three of us, like you asked.”

Danica used her hold on his nape to tug him down, catching his lips in a tender kiss. “Thank you.”

Zane eased his cock back, drawing her attention to the flames licking her inner channel, and thrust inside her once more in a fantastically brutal ram. Her back came off the bed as a loud moan of mind-numbing pleasure left her lips. She might have come, but he was far from done.

“How do you want to come next, Dannie?”

“Lowell. I need Lowell.” She had lost track of him when Zane started fucking her. She tried to find him now, looking to her right, then her left, and lifting her head to attempt to peer over Zane’s shoulder. “I want both of you inside me.” The flames grew as her ass puckered at the thought of feeling a cock inside it again. “I need Lowell to fill my ass while you’re inside my pussy.”

Zane nodded once and rolled her with him until they lay on their sides. He hiked her leg onto one of his arms and held it high. The position drove his cock deeper inside her pulsing channel, bringing on another wave of near-orgasmic bliss.

She fought to control it this time, wanting to suspend the release, needing to hold it off until Lowell was inside her, too. She felt the bed dip behind her, then Lowell’s finger slipped between her ass cheeks, the pad pressing at the outer rim of her anus.

“Is this where you want my cock, darlin’?”

Her hips gave an involuntary buck against the touch. “Yes.”

“Say it for me, Danica.”

“I want your cock in my ass, Lowell. Please. Fuck my ass.”

His finger pressed harder, slipping the slightest bit inside as an animalistic growl rumbled from his throat. “Damn, darlin’, you don’t know what hearin’ you say things like that does to me.”

“I need it, Lowell. I need you.” She felt delirious already just from thinking about it. “I need your cock. I need both of you to fill me until I feel like I’m going to burst.”

Lowell’s finger pressed further into her anus, and she sucked a breath through her teeth as the stinging resistance of her ass intensified. He hadn’t lubed his finger. The pain was darker, seedier, and yet it wasted no time in morphing to unbelievable pleasure as he slowly probed deeper.

“Hang on, darlin’.”

She whimpered as he pulled his finger out, felt the bed shift as the warmth of his body left her back, and waited desperately for both sensations to return. He didn’t make her wait long. She heard the sound of a drawer closing, felt the bed dip again as he stretched out behind her, then a cool, thick gel chilled the heated flesh of her needy ass. This time, when his finger drove inside her again, it was heavily lubed. He pushed the gel deep, greasing the way for his cock, and she rocked her hips to meet the touch.

“Damn, I love the way your ass is searching for it, wantin’ it. It’s sexy as hell, darlin’.”

“Lowell, please. More. I want more.”

“You want another finger in this tight ass, darlin’?” He didn’t wait for her to answer, obliging her by adding a second finger, then blowing her mind when he pushed a third into her as well, deeply probing her asshole.

Delirium threatened as her nails dug into Zane’s nape, using her hold for purchase as she thrashed between them. Her hips rocked forward on Zane’s enormous cock in her pussy only to pound back on Lowell’s fingers in her ass. Exquisite electric bolts zinged through her, speeding her pulse and taunting her with the orgasm she desperately wanted to keep at bay for just a while longer.

“Oh, no, please.” The scream left her without regard for the words she should or shouldn’t say as Lowell wrenched his fingers free of her questing ass without warning. For the second time in as many minutes, she found herself staring wide-eyed at Zane, fear chilling her blood as she wondered if he would take that to be her use of the safe word he had given her.

“If we aren’t dominating, there is no need for a safe word, right?”

Who the hell was he kidding? They were dominating every fiber of her being. They didn’t have to bind her, didn’t have to take away her abilities to see or touch to take control of her body. They did it all easily with every touch, every kiss, every promise, and every invasion of her body.

“Darlin’, right now, even if we were using safe words and you said it by mistake, I wouldn’t be able to stop,” Lowell assured her as the bed shifted. “That’s how badly
I
need to be inside you.”

Danica felt Lowell stretch out behind her, then the bulbous head of his cock pushed into her anus without finesse or design, not stopping until it breached the tight ring of muscles and buried in her to the hilt.

Danica froze, feeling as though she might pass out from the sheer bliss of being filled so magnificently. She closed her eyes and allowed every spark, every bolt, and every sensation of ecstasy to consume her as completely as her men claimed her. Surrender proved her only option as they fucked her with a ruthlessness that drove her past the brink of spectacular pleasure and to the edge of paradise. She couldn’t fight her body’s needs to take, couldn’t suppress her body’s desires to give, and couldn’t prevent the tiny orgasms that rocked her time after time until finally she felt the really big one.

“I’m going to come. Zane, Lowell, I need to come.”

“Do you want our permission, darlin’?” Lowell grunted, his breaths coming in ragged whooshes behind her.

She realized she did. She wanted them to force her to hold on, to ask before she let herself go, to control her pleasure in every way they could. “Yes. Please, can I come?”

“Yes, Dannie.” Zane spoke so softly she read his lips more than heard him give her permission. “Come for us, now. I want to feel your juices soak my cock and drain down my balls. Milk Lowell’s dick with your tight ass until he blows his seed inside you.”

His erotic words delivered only another push to her already teetering control. Danica exploded in a screaming, blinding release that shook her to her toes.

“That’s it, darlin’,” Lowell grunted, his thrusts keeping her orgasm flowing on a riotous ride of pleasure. “Damn, that’s fantastic. I love to hear you scream your pleasure like that.”

“Please.” She managed another plea, far weaker than before, as her body struggled with the need to reject the continued sensations even as it desired more.

“What do you need, Dannie?” Zane asked, his voice gruff with his own rapidly diminishing control.

“Come for me, both of you. I need to feel your hot seeds spewing inside my ass, squirting into my pussy.”

“Mother fuck.” Lowell’s growl sounded more animal than man as he plunged viciously into her ass. His arm locked around her, his hand flattening on her belly as his body tensed, shuttered, and he spewed his hot semen in her ass.

Zane let go, too, grunting his own release as he shot his wad in her convulsing channel. “Damn, you talk like that when we’re making love to you and you’re liable to kill us,” he said, his breath ragged as he collapsed against her front. He slowly lowered her leg and skimmed his palm up and down her tingling thigh. “You’re so fucking amazing, Dannie. Saying I love you just doesn’t seem like enough.”

Danica threaded her fingers through his sweaty hair, loving the way his head angled into her touch. “It’ll be enough for the times when you can’t show me. You know, when we can’t get it to a private place to make love.”

“Who said anything about private?” Lowell lay behind her, the front of his body molded to her back, the fingers of one hand dancing up and down her arm.

She turned slightly so she could see him, too, and giggled. “You’re impossible. Besides, you already said this city is full of some crazy stuff, but openly ménage relationships isn’t one of them.”

“You’re really moving in?” Hope consumed his eyes so completely it formed a lump in her throat.

“I’m really moving in.”

“And you’ll stay, forever?” Zane added, drawing her attention back to him.

Danica smiled. “And I’ll stay forever.” She shifted until she lay flat on her back between them so she could see them both without feeling like her head had become a ping-pong ball. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I seem to remember being taken into MIB custody a few days ago, and I don’t believe I was ever officially released.”

Lowell grinned as he leaned down and captured her mouth in a kiss. “You never will be, either.”

“Promise?”

He eased back, letting Zane have his turn with her lips. “Promise.”

Danica reached for both of them, snaking her hands to the backs of their necks, and pulling them down to her. “And that, my loves, has earned both of you the five-star reviews you were working for.”

THE END

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