Raines, Elizabeth - Wanted [Wicked Missions 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (5 page)

Thank God she’d decided to rob him and Hammond and not some of their less palatable associates.

Everything inside Spencer wanted this woman, yet he was also overwhelmed with the need to protect her—even from her own reckless nature. His hands trembled as he peeled her shirt up her body, baring those gorgeous tits he hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away from. “Lift your arms, baby,” he said, unable to keep his voice from cracking like some stupid adolescent. When she obeyed, he whipped the shirt over her head.

Her red lace bra, the same worn one he’d removed when he worked on her shoulder, looked damned sexy on her. Spencer wondered if he should check his chin for drool. He couldn’t keep his thoughts inside. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

Callie glanced away as a blush rose on her cheeks. Since Hammond seemed to be so rattled that he was having trouble getting his clothes off, Spencer sat down next to her and took her chin between his thumb and finger. He gently turned her face back to his. “You. Are. Beautiful.”

Her smile was so sweet, he couldn’t wait a moment longer to taste her. Leaning in, he approached her with care, afraid she’d suddenly change her mind. Instead, she shocked the hell out of him when she threaded her hands around his neck and beat him to the punch.

Damn, her lips were impossibly soft, and she tasted like the sugar she’d used in her tea. Trained from the time he was young to be the aggressor, that men were supposed to run the show, he couldn’t let her make the next move, so he swept his tongue against her lips until she parted them. With a growl, he claimed her mouth, stroking the roof with his tongue and savoring how she gave him a soft moan in response.

The mattress shifted as Hammond moved to Callie’s other side. Spencer eased away from her so he could remove the rest of his clothes, figuring Hammond would finish stripping her. Jumping off the bed, Spencer toed off his shoes, unzipped his pants, and pushed them over his hips. His cock sprang forward, bobbing toward Callie like some kind of compass seeking north. He’d never felt such blinding desire for a woman and knew Hammond wanted her just as badly. That passion coupled with what he felt for Hammond, and he was nearly lost in need. His eyes wandered to his partner’s groin, and Spencer’s desire swelled more as he imagined touching the thick, hard cock rising from the nest of crisp, dark curls.

Crawling onto the mattress, stalking the couple like a panther after his prey, Spencer felt a yearning he’d never known before. Two people tempted him, making him experience a kind of passion he’d only heard about, never felt. He watched Hammond toss aside the red bra and place his palms against Callie’s beautiful breasts as she brushed her fingers through the patch of brown hair on his chest. Seeing the two of them touching made his balls tighten and sent a burst of pre-cum spewing from his dick.

Figuring this was going to be one of those situations where nothing would really be considered wrong, Spencer reached for the waistband of her shorts, popped the button, and started to drag them over her hips. Callie wiggled to help him but kept right on stroking Hammond, knocking his hands away from her breasts so she could become the aggressor. Her hands smoothed down his arms and back up again before her fingers traced his collarbone. Then without warning, she gave his nipples a tweak that made Hammond suck in a hard breath.

Kissing his way up her spine, Spencer reached around to put his hands on her gorgeous tits. Her nipples rubbed against his palms, turning into hard pebbles that made him groan with desire. Just as she’d caught Hammond by surprise, she made Spencer gasp when her hand reached around to cup his scrotum. “Fuck, Callie…that feels so good.”

Callie didn’t reply, simply gave him a coy smile over her shoulder as she took one of his hands away from her breast and led it to her pussy. Brushing his fingertips over the blonde hair covering her mound, he slid one finger down her slit between her lips. The warm, wet welcome he found there made him growl, the sound growing louder as her cool fingers wrapped around his erection. If she kept being this aggressive, he was going to end up coming on the sheets like some damned kid.

Hammond tried to take a few deep breaths to slow down his response, but after seeing Callie stroke Spencer’s cock and watching his fingers slip into her pussy, he feared he’d come before he even got the chance to fuck one of his partners. The two of them—especially as they touched each other in such a blatantly sexual manner—were the hottest things he’d ever seen. If he could have found his voice, he would have told them so.

Most of his life, he’d been drawn more to women than men. Yet fantasies of touching a man’s body, stroking a hard cock, or running his tongue around an engorged head as fluid leaked from the tip had haunted him from about the time he’d hit sixteen. Hammond had never acted on those fantasies because the guys he called “friends” would have ostracized him. Called him a fag. A queer. So he tried to tuck his desires away and fucked women as often as he could indulge himself simply to show his buddies he was all man.

The day he met Spencer, he realized those fantasies might have been swept aside, buried in a parade of women whose faces he could barely remember, but they hadn’t disappeared. The first time his hand touched Spencer’s skin, Hammond’s cock had hardened so quickly, he’d grown a little dizzy. Once they’d become partners, they’d spent so much time alone, a solid friendship grew before the day Spencer had the balls to admit he was attracted to Hammond. The only response he could give to that brave declaration was to grab Spencer and kiss him stupid. But that was as far as it had gone, even though it was clear both wanted more. Much more.

Thank God, Callie had become their catalyst, innocently using her inherent sensuality to force both men to act on their attraction to her—and to each other.

Hammond wasn’t sure who to touch first. All he knew was he needed a connection with his two new lovers, and he needed it right fucking now.

Lacing his fingers in Callie’s long hair, he tugged her closer until his mouth was so close to hers, he could taste her breath. “Kiss me,” he said, somehow needing her to make that first move the same way she had when she’d kissed Spencer.

Her smile was brighter than the Bromondi sun, but she didn’t move closer. Instead, her tongue extended to tickle his lips, teasing with little touches before she dragged it across the seam. She wrapped her free hand around his cock and squeezed.

A sound that was part growl and part groan rose from deep inside him as he thrust his hips forward, trying to get more of her touch. Her thumb brushed across the pre-cum pooled at the tip at the same time she thrust her tongue inside his mouth. He grasped it between his teeth and sucked, capturing her groan.

His palm covered one of her breasts again, and he loved how perfectly she fit his big hands. Giving her tit a quick squeeze, he eased his hand back to pinch her hardened nipple between his fingers and thumb, tugging gently. When she didn’t react, Hammond pulled his mouth away. “Tell me what you like, wildcat. Tell me what pleases you.”

“You please me,” she replied, her voice a sultry whisper. “You please me too,” she added, turning to Spencer. “Now…I want you to please each other.”

The shocked look on both men’s faces made Callie smile. She’d sensed the connection between the men from the moment she met them, which had initially confused her because they also seemed to want her. Somehow, she’d become a…connection between them, and when they’d sidestepped answering her question about whether they were lovers, she’d known they hadn’t taken that step.
Yet
. But her empathic abilities told her they wanted to. Knowing she could be the one to help them take that leap, she let the desire she felt for them and the lust they held for her and each other take control, just like she was taking control of this situation.

Stroking each of their cocks, she smiled at the shocked expressions still on their faces when she’d announced she wanted them to please each other. Keeping them drugged with caresses and squeezes, Callie gave them her next order. “Spencer, kiss Hammond.”

“I…shouldn’t…um…” Spencer stammered as his eyes locked with Hammond’s.

“Do you want to kiss him?” Callie asked, inclining her head toward Hammond.

“Um…yeah, but—”

“Hammond, do you want Spencer to kiss you?”

He quickly nodded.

“Do it!” she ordered again as she released her grip on their erections. “Now. Or I’m getting out of this bed.”

Hammond made the first move, grabbing Spencer’s neck and pulling him closer. The men stared at each other with so much intensity, Callie shivered in response, feeling their emotions flowing through her, blending with her own until the passion threatened to drown her.

Spencer ended the torture, pressing his lips to Hammond’s. As both men growled and the kiss deepened, Callie smiled. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about.” The men got so lost in the kiss, she decided to remind them that she was still there. Leaning down, she licked the head of Hammond’s cock, lapping up the fluid glistening on the purple head.

His hands wove through her hair as he tore his mouth away from Spencer. “Callie…shit…suck me.”

She did, drawing him deep into her mouth and sucking hard. He tasted wonderful, the salty flavor of his fluid spreading over her tongue as he spurted some more pre-cum. The grip he had on her hair was almost painful, but she loved knowing how much she could get to him.

Without any warning, Callie released Hammond and turned to take Spencer’s cock into her mouth, deep-throating him as he groaned and fell back against the pillows. She followed him down, pulling her mouth back just enough that she could swirl her tongue around the engorged head. The excitement she felt flowing from her men infected her, making her feel brazen and decidedly sexy for the first time in her life.

Just as abruptly as she’d pounced on him, she sat back, grinning down at Spencer as she took in his flushed face. She’d pleased him. Now she needed to please herself as well, and what she wanted was to feel one of her lovers deep inside her body. “Who wants to get fucked first?”

“Oh, hell, no. Not yet,” Hammond replied. He grabbed her shoulders to turn her to face him, and then his mouth covered hers in a possessive kiss that set her toes to tingling.

As he kissed her, he lowered her to the soft sheets, the coolness hitting the heated skin of her back and her buttocks. His tongue mated with hers, sliding over and around her mouth, forcing Callie’s response. She framed his face in her hands, loving the feel of his whisker stubble against her palms. So masculine. So rough. So sexy.

When he finally tore his lips away, he smiled down at her. “It’s time we returned the favor.” Before she knew his intent, he moved down her body, spread her legs with his hands, and buried his face against her pussy.

A surprised squeak slipped out as Callie drew her knees up, thrilled Hammond was such a giving lover. About to draw Spencer into the mix, she gasped when he rolled over and licked her nipple before pulling it deep into his mouth and sucking.

Fire exploded inside her as her heart slammed a rough rhythm. She’d never had a man bring her so close to orgasm so quickly. Perhaps it was her reading of their lust. Perhaps she’d gone far too long without a lover. Or perhaps she’d simply needed
two
men. Callie didn’t question her incredible luck and simply settled in to enjoy it.

Hammond separated the folds of her pussy while he slipped a long finger deep inside her. Her hips bucked in response. He chuckled, adding a second finger as he drew her clitoris between his lips and rubbed the little nub with his tongue.

“I’m gonna…Oh, my God…” The tight, hot knot inside her was ready to uncoil, and when Spencer shifted to her other breast and sucked hard, everything inside Callie shattered. Arching up, she gave in, letting the heat fan through her limbs as spasms rocked her pussy. The release seemed to go on forever as Hammond kept torturing her clit and Spencer teased her nipple with his velvet tongue.

By the time the sexual haze cleared, Callie stared up into a pair of green and a pair of blue eyes that twinkled with arrogant satisfaction. The time had come to take charge again. “I’ll ask again. Who wants to get fucked first?” Then something occurred to her. “Or do you want to fuck each other?”

“I’ve got an idea,” Hammond said as he traced a finger between the valley of her breasts and ended as he circled her navel. “How about we
both
fuck you? Then no one’s left out.”

She knew what he meant, and a jolt of thrill raced through her, stirring her pussy to release more fluid. “All right,” she replied before the apprehension set in.

Having wrapped her mouth around both of their cocks, she’d realized just how big the men were. Hell, they’d probably tear her cunt apart, let alone her ass. No, she’d be better off—

Spencer stopped her anxious train of thought with a tongue-dueling kiss, as if he sensed her desire rapidly cooling and wanted to stoke the fire inside her. His fingers pinched her nipple until it peaked again, and when he finally pulled away, he gave her a tender smile that all but melted her heart. “We’ll be gentle, baby. We won’t hurt you. I promise.”