True Perfection [Aspire 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

Haley threw her head back against Warren’s shoulder. Tears of frustration leaked from the corners of her eyes, and she begged, “Please, Gordon, please. I need to come!”

Gordon pulled his head away from her pussy, and her swollen clit felt bereft at the loss of his clever tongue. He glowered at her and said, “No, Haley. Not until we think you’ve learned your lesson.”

Warren’s cock seemed to swell within her as her pussy and anus clenched at the dark threat in Gordon’s tone. She didn’t know how he had found out, but he had. He had greeted her at the front door earlier, and she had nearly tumbled inside when he yanked it open. Her gentle, teddy bear Dom more closely resembled an irate grizzly with his reddened face and snapping eyes. She could have sworn she heard rumbling from his chest when he confronted her about not having an escort across the dark parking lot from the restaurant to the cab she had taken home from work.

Warren continued to pinch and roll her nipples, and her reaction to his touch rocked her on his cock. He felt like a log up her butt and the sparkles of pain/pleasure made her moan, except it wasn’t enough. Her hands were tied behind her back, so she couldn’t even bring herself off.

Gordon opened his fly and pulled out his weeping shaft, then stepped forward between her and Warren’s spread legs, pushing the head against her lips. Haley opened, and he thrust inside, fisting both of his hands in her hair.

“Take me, Haley, and remember your place, sub,” Gordon ordered.

Haley sucked him deep and worked her tongue in little flicks along the thick vein on the underside of his cock, just as Gordon liked. Warren slid one hand down to her splayed thighs and finger fucked her in cadence with Gordon’s thrusts. Haley squirmed and moaned. She needed release. They had tortured her for such a long time.

After her impromptu entrance into the house, Gordon had half carried her into his den, and when he deposited her on her feet, Haley immediately began to remove her clothing, seeking to placate him. His eyes had flared with desire, but his resolve hadn’t changed. Warren arrived soon thereafter, looking grim, and at a gesture from Gordon, sat in the leather club chair after pushing his slacks and boxers off. They had obviously discussed this plan beforehand, or maybe not because they did function like such a team. Gordon threw him the lube, and Haley trembled with arousal and a hint of fear, the anticipation making her pussy flood. Following Gordon’s command, she backed to Warren and bent over obediently as he inserted the lube into her anus and followed it with two fingers, stretching her without comment. The scent of the wet wipes mingled with that of her arousal, and his dark, brooding presence behind her added to her excitement. He tied her hands behind her back next, and she was impaled on him a moment later, his thick, hard flesh pushing past the outer ring of her anus and then scraping against all those nerve endings deep inside her. Gordon’s fingers and tongue then found her pussy and Haley’s torment began.

They hadn’t let her come, and now Gordon’s taut visage above her and Warren’s stifled groans were faint comfort that they were feeling the strain as well. She was dying with need. She sucked harder and clenched on Warren. Gordon pulled out immediately and reached down to slap her mound. Haley shrieked and arched into the blows. A few more on her clit and she would go over. And of course Gordon stopped.

“I’m dying here, Gordon.” Warren’s voice pulled her back. “She’s squeezing me past endurance.”

Gordon grunted and pushed his pants and underwear off. Haley hoped that meant what she wanted it to mean. He grabbed her chin and bent to look her directly in the eyes.

“What have you learned, sub?”

“I just wanted to surprise you! Please, Gordon.”

Gordon slapped her pussy again, a full, open-handed blow, and Haley gasped as Warren groaned.

“I won’t do it again. I promise,” she babbled.

“Say it.”

“If I come home early, I’ll make sure someone walks me to the cab. I promise. I do!”

She had come home with carnal intent to surprise him and Warren, grabbing a cab to do so. Gordon usually picked her up from work, and if she was able to leave before the end of her shift, Haley always called to tell one of them and then she would take a taxi. Somehow Gordon had determined that no staff member walked her to said taxi, although Haley had always intimated having an escort. Well, maybe not intimated, inferred perhaps. Hell, she had outright fibbed, and now Gordon was calling her on it.

“See that you do, Haley, or next time we’ll take our pleasure and you
won’t
come.” He lay back on the wide leather couch, his cock glistening with her saliva and his pre-cum, and Haley managed to nod and nod again, telegraphing her own desperate need.

Warren heaved up from the chair, his sweaty skin pulling away from the leather with a sucking sound. He lifted her easily, still speared on his cock, and walked to the couch. Haley fought for breath as his arms gripped her middle like a vise. It felt like he was up between her shoulder blades.

“Goddamn it, Gordon! I’m going to leave half my hide in this room. You and your leather.”

He knelt by Gordon’s hip despite his complaint and lowered Haley over his friend, who reached up to position her. There was no gentle glide, no slow penetration. Gordon pulled her straight down onto him, and Warren’s weight followed. Haley revelled in the sensation of being filled by two cocks. Warren powered in and out of her anus, his movements driving Gordon alternately deeper then shallower. Haley was swept along and let herself go. The fullness and stretching made her reach deep within to ride the wave of the huge, long-denied orgasm. She heard herself make a guttural sound and then scream as it crested and she helplessly clenched to the point of pain. Her men followed shortly thereafter, flooding her insides with heat.

Warren pulled out, and Haley moaned again. Gordon cuddled her to him and kissed the top of her head. She sighed. Living with these two dominant men definitely had its plus sides, although there were some minuses, too. She didn’t want to worry about that right then.

“Haley?” Gordon’s voice caught her attention, and she tried to focus.

“We’re serious, Haley. We don’t want to lose you because of carelessness. If you won’t be responsible for your safety, we will.”

Haley nodded against Gordon’s chest. Maybe he was overprotective, but she couldn’t disagree with him either. It was stupid to be alone in a parking lot, especially at night, even if it was a short walk to the cab. It was equally dumb to casually mislead Gordon, as she had just found out.

Warren returned from cleaning up and gently cleansed her with a warm cloth.

“If it was up to me, you wouldn’t be working, Haley, and there’d be no need for this discussion.”

Haley pushed up and squinted at him. “You need to quit with the bossiness, Warren,” she said. “I’m not giving up my job, and you aren’t dominating me outside of the bedroom.”

Warren’s face darkened, and Haley held her breath. This was one of the times where both she and Warren needed to compromise. When she had been his full-time sub, she had done whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, just to be with him. Well, that hadn’t been good for either of them, and when Warren had changed the status quo and allowed a threesome with Gordon, everything had changed. Warren had felt threatened and reacted the way he usually did, by retreating. Haley had walked out before he could release her from their contract and gone to Gordon. He harboured her until he thought she was ready to face Warren. Warren had been mightily pissed at his friend but was adjusting to sharing her, just as Haley was adjusting to being shared. He had committed to the point of selling his home and moving into Gordon’s. They were talking about combining Gordon’s room with hers to make a huge master suite, but Haley was still feeling her way. She was never going to let Warren control her or have the opportunity to break her heart again. She just wasn’t certain she could live this lifestyle any longer and needed more time to consider it and adjust.

“I remember, Haley,” Warren finally said. “But if you aren’t being safe, then there will be a different approach the next time. I’ll do what I have to do. I am
not
losing you again.”

Haley heard the anxious emotional undercurrent in Warren’s voice and immediately softened. She reached out to him, and he scooped her up and took her back to the chair to cuddle with her. Gordon sat up, glancing down and wincing at the probable cooling sensation of their combined fluids that had pooled between his thighs. He mopped up with another towel and then smiled at them both. Haley’s heart hitched. He was Gordon again, her sweet bear. She felt badly for worrying him.

“I’ll take care, I promise,” she said.

“I know, little one,” he replied. “Love you.”

“Love you.”

Warren muttered, and she turned to look at him. “It’s never been a question with you, Warren, so get over yourself.”

Warren managed a laugh and then, acting like he was speaking a foreign language, tasting the words, said, “I’ve always loved you, Haley. I just didn’t know what it was I felt until recently.”

Haley kissed him quickly and then slipped from his lap to head for a shower. She felt tears pricking behind her eyelids and wanted to think about all this outpouring of emotion in private, the better to savour it. Who knew that she would be loved and cherished by two wonderful, albeit different, men? They functioned like a well-oiled team when it came to her sexual pleasure. But she was afraid it wouldn’t work, would be jinxed, somehow. It was moving too fast and that was one thing about her. She might be obtuse about some things, especially when love blinded her, but she learned her lessons well.