Unbridled and Unjustified [The Double Rider Men's Club 11] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

The shock of the recent circumstances must have put her into crazy lust mode since there were two hot men suddenly protecting her. Everything would feel better if she could just have sex and forget for a while. Mindless sex with strangers seemed like the best idea she’d ever had.

She’d obviously missed male companionship more desperately than she’d realized. The appalling loss of her home and business along with Marisol leaving made it easy to lose herself in this mindless bout of pleasure. Troy was the personification of all things pleasurable, in her estimation. Declan as the wild card in the mix watching them made everything vivid and sexy and almost forbidden.

Illicit behavior equaled calm gratification. When would she ever be in this situation again? Never. It was better to take advantage while she could.

Tomorrow was soon enough to worry over the loss of her friend, the loss of her home, the loss of her business, and any regrets she’d entertain by the light of day. Truthfully, though, she didn’t think she’d have any regrets over the sex about to take place.

Troy’s cock wasn’t hidden at all by the front zipper of his slacks. The huge outline made her insides weak with desire. He looked big enough to satisfy her sudden sexual craving. Knowing she’d had a hand in making him hot salved some place in her soul from her prick ex-boyfriend who had betrayed her and then promptly blamed
her
for his cheating.

Ava quickly banished her ex from her head. Instead, she turned her focus to taking advantage of whatever sexual benefits would be offered once they entered the motel room.

Troy opened the door and exited the vehicle. He did a quick scan around the alley before reaching out a hand for her. He shut the SUV door, and they moved toward the motel. Her trembling legs felt like rubber as she crossed the threshold into room number seven. There was only one light on across the small space next to the large bed.

At first look, the dimly lit place was exactly as Declan had said it would be. Cheap but clean. The walls were a dingy white, and the carpet was grayish beige. But the place smelled pretty good, if a little bit musty and unused. The only window, on her left next to the door, was small and covered with watercolor-print drapes probably hung in the 1980s.

The bed was a huge king-sized one with a two foot, off-white, padded vinyl headboard. Her first thought was that it would likely be big enough for three people. Lower to the ground than usual, the bed still took up the more than half of the square footage of the room. The bedspread, in a bevy of pink and blue colors, matched the curtains. She expected to see a sand-filled Miami beach scene with Don Johnson framed above the bed, but the only picture hanging was that of a field of red and green flowers and did not match the drapes or bedspread.

The rest of the furniture consisted of two nightstands, a battered desk and chair set positioned beneath the window, and a stuffed armchair in one corner. The bathroom door was on her right between the chair and the front door.

Troy’s hands landed on her shoulders as she surveyed the accommodations. Ava startled and turned around to face him. She did a mental mini summary of her evening thus far. Her house was destroyed in a fiery spectacle of detonation. The three of them ran from a mysterious group of approaching vehicles with guns, and then Mr. Dorset or someone on his property shot at them from the fields on the path along their getaway trail. She’d had a hot make-out session with Troy in the back of their SUV while on the run. And they were currently hiding in an out-of-the-way motel so no one would find them.

It had been a very eventful night in retrospect. However, the only thought running through her mind was that the bed would be so much more comfortable to have sex on than the backseat of their vehicle. She truly wanted to get naked with Troy and have him distract her before the tragic reality of the past hour intruded and put her mind elsewhere.

“I’m not usually so forward, but can we please finish what we started in the backseat?” She stepped into his personal space. He didn’t move toward her, but his expression was hungry. Ava saw in his eyes how much he wanted her. What was his hesitation? Beyond the fact that they were strangers and had known each other only a very short while.

“If you do, may I watch? Or will I be required to leave and hide out in the bathroom’s cramped space?” Declan asked from across the room, before Troy responded.

Ava turned toward Declan’s voice. Arms crossed with a sardonic smile in place, his butt rested against the scarred desk, he watched them carefully.

She said, “Sure. Watch if you want to. Why not?” Ava moved forward a step. Only an arm’s length away now. She reached out and placed her palm on Troy’s chest.

“Yes. We could do that.” Troy smiled down at her. His expression seemed calming. “Or we could talk about what just happened and what happens next. I don’t want you to feel taken advantage of in the morning. You may be in a bit of shock after all that’s happened.”

Ava ran her fingertips up his strong, firm chest and slipped her hands around his neck. “Of course I’m in shock. I’ve just lost everything. Again. But if you don’t keep me from thinking about it, I swear, I may collapse into a puddle of self-pity and never recover.”

She shivered before the last few words came out. All of a sudden she was freezing. Troy wrapped her in a bear hug of an embrace, warming her nicely. She rested her head on his chest, closed her eyes, and listened to his steady heartbeat. The buzz of arousal still vibrated strongly inside her body. But perhaps she needed to consider her options.

Was it a good idea to fuck a gorgeous stranger as another amazing-looking man watched? The easy answer was yes. Why shouldn’t she go for it? Ava couldn’t come up with a single argument not to proceed. The feel of his strong body and the masculine scent of him intoxicated her to a degree she’d never been before.

Ava wanted Troy. This was right. This was meant to be. She experienced a primal motive all the way to her bones. Perhaps she
did
get to have a little bit of romance with her dangerous journey after all, as the psychic had predicted.

Evidence of his interest was the fact that his hard cock rested between them at the ready. She opened her eyes, noticing Declan’s intense regard from across the room. Her heart palpitated with several fast beats at not only allowing him to watch them have sex, but also at the idea he might be persuaded to take a turn. She also wanted Declan. A crazy notion, but one she desired more than her next breath. Because what was better than sex with one handsome stranger? Having sex with
two
handsome strangers.

She reached between them and stroked Troy’s rigid cock. “I need this. Please. I need to put my mind elsewhere. Please,” she said once more.

A long satisfied-sounding breath released from above. He squeezed her tighter in his strong embrace. Without any further words of protest or discussion between them, they stepped apart a few inches and started undressing. Her fingers trembled with each button she released. He finished first, kicking his jeans off along with his boxers. But not before retrieving a square packet from his wallet. He tossed it onto the nightstand and reached out to the bed. He dragged the comforter and sheets down with one pull. Ava removed her final piece of clothing. Her bra fell to the floor, revealing her completely.

Troy hugged her tight against his naked warmth in the space of a heartbeat. He had her pinned flat to the bed in the next second. He planted his lips on hers and kissed her gently, persuasively, seductively. But before she got used to his weight, he shifted to one side and pulled her on top, breaking their sultry kiss. Breasts mashed against his firm chest, Ava’s legs fell to either side of his hips. Without taking his gaze from her face, he reached out, grabbed the condom from the nightstand, and handed it to her with a smile.

She was rusty, but managed to get the package open and roll the protection in place over his massive cock. And it
was
massive. The biggest cock she’d certainly ever seen. Her pussy gushed in anticipation of having him lodged deeply inside. This was going to be memorable and amazing.

Once she’d wadded the packet and tossed it on the nightstand, Troy shifted again. Her back graced the sheets once more. He kissed her mouth, her chin, her throat. Then moved to one nipple, her belly, and lower.

How long had it been since she’d had a man’s tongue on her clit? Far too
damn
long. She moaned before he even put his face between her thighs. Across the room she caught movement out of the corner of her eye.

Declan strolled to the chair, likely for a better view. A pulse of arousal coated her pussy lips in time for Troy to clamp his mouth around her clit. He sucked on her, and she moaned even louder. She lifted her hips into his mouth, wanting release.

His hands lodged under her ass. He lifted her a bit and licked a line along her pussy lips.

“How does she taste?” Declan whispered the question from his viewing chair.

“Amazing,” Troy said. He then resumed his oral attention below. Her ultimate climax plan was well on its way to being completed very soon.

His tongue dipped into her pussy opening, and she felt him lick deeply inside. The sensation had her panting. Her moaning turned even louder. She fisted her hands in the sheets repeatedly with each dip, lick, suck, and kiss Troy made below.

Turning her head to one side, Ava’s eyes slit open, and she watched Declan as he watched them. Her nipples tingled and hardened at his mere regard. She wanted to ask him to come and play with her breasts and nipples, but wasn’t sure of this particular protocol.

Hands casually draped off the end of the armrests, Declan’s gaze lit her arousal as much as Troy’s busy tongue.

A sardonic smile appeared. “Want me to come over there? I could suck your nipples while Troy licks your pussy.”

Is he a mind reader?

She nodded only once, and Declan fairly vaulted from the chair toward the bed. He strolled to the far side, and his weight dipped the bed next to her. His mouth landed on her nipple without any preamble. His teeth tugged at the tip, sending spirals of wickedly wonderful sensation down her body. Ava cried out, unable to stop from making a sound. The moment she made a noise, Troy stepped up his game, sucking deeply on her clit.

Ava’s back arched. Her toes curled. Declan reached out a hand to pinch her other nipple. She glanced down at the sight before her. Two men trying to make her come.

The mere thought of both men touching her was all it took for Ava to fall over the edge. The first wave of extreme satisfaction exploded in her core and rode hard through her body. A small shriek emitted from her throat as the pulsing pleasure continued.

Troy’s fingers suddenly shoved into her pussy as her inner walls clenched and clenched and clenched in sublime release. He sucked her clit until she couldn’t stand it any longer.

Declan stopped teasing her nipples and rested his head on her shoulder. She turned her face toward him and kissed his forehead. He promptly lifted above her to stare down with a look of satisfied male.

He lowered his mouth and took hers in a wicked hard, demanding kiss. Amazing. Troy crawled up her body and fastened his mouth to her nipple as Declan kissed her silly.

Troy’s cock pressed against her thigh, and she wished it was buried in her pussy. Declan broke the kiss. “Troy should fuck you now, don’t you think?”

She could only nod. She wanted sex so badly that she couldn’t even form coherent enough thoughts to ask out loud.

The two shifted on the bed, and Troy grabbed her hips. Declan leaned away, resting on one elbow.

Ava had put the condom on Troy’s very big cock herself. She couldn’t wait until he pierced her. She widened her thighs to give him more room for the coming pleasure she expected. Sated and a little weak from her recent orgasm, Ava allowed Troy to position her so that the tip of his cock was poised at the entrance to her willing pussy.

Acute pleasure started the moment his cock barely touched her pussy lips and started pushing deeper and deeper inside. Declan leaned his head forward. In her ear, he whispered, “I’ve heard he’s almost
too
big.”

“There’s no such thing as too big,” she whispered back. But the farther Troy thrust inside, the more she agreed with her own assessment. He
was
huge, but his cock felt so fucking good, she went immediately to her happy place as he pushed all the way inside.

“Your pussy’s so fucking tight, I feel like I should ask if this is your first time,” Troy said when he was fully embedded.

“Not first time. Feels…oh, my god…so amazing. Don’t stop. Fuck me. Hard. Like it hard.” Ava stuttered out a few fragments of thought with the sole purpose of getting him to move hard and fast. She’d never told anyone she liked it hard.

“Like this?” Troy pulled his hips back, and his cock moved halfway out before he slammed it hard and deep inside her slick pussy. She screamed in pleasure so vibrant she thought she might come without anyone touching her clit. She wanted more, but he stopped moving.

“Don’t—” A wave of pleasure squeezed her voice from continuing the thought. She clenched her pussy muscles around his immense cock. Ripples of bliss settled between her hips. Mindless with pleasure, she couldn’t seem to form words to tell him to keep going.