Collared: Ashton [Collared Lovers] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (11 page)

The idea of buying and picking out beautiful clothes for her was ten times more appealing than either of them would have thought. They weren’t cavemen, but neither man particularly enjoyed the process of shopping. That was why they employed Monica, a personal shopper and their head bartender at the club. She was the person who they had called to get a list of appropriate stores for Ashton. She also was the one who had ordered and sent over the dress and sweater Ashton wore today. Monica had done a great job with only seeing Ashton the night before last.

The first store had a doorman, and they were escorted into a private sitting area filled with couches and chairs and offered champagne. The two ladies who attended them whisked Ashton back to a large dressing room, and soon they were going through outfit after outfit.

They rejected only the ones she looked uncomfortable in. Soon they were going to their next appointment at a vanilla lingerie boutique where they found an infinite number of bra and panty sets, nightgowns, and several robes in various colors.

Wanting to go a little dark for a bit, they made their next scheduled appointment at a lifestyle-friendly boutique. There she tried on corsets and a few sheer ensembles that would be perfect for going to the club and made them as hard as stone.

Dismissing their sales associate, they stripped Ashton out of the latest sheer number, placing it in the purchase pile. They stood Ashton on the circular pedestal in front of the mirror. Each caressed her breasts and, placing a hand over Ty’s, they each pushed a finger into her soft wetness. Forefingers on top of one another, they pushed deep, and she gasped a pleasured groan. Nate reached a hand up, covering her pretty mouth so no one but them could hear her cries. It only took a few deep strokes against her G-spot and she convulsed on their fingers, her tight muscles clenching in time with the pulses of her climax, and their hands were soaked with her juice.

Ashton left that store on what appeared to be wobbly legs
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Ty wrapped an arm around her while Nate took care of the tab and collected their purchases. Ty drove them to a wonderful restaurant where they were greeted by the maitre d’. The waitstaff showed deferential treatment. Nate was pleased that they were seated in a private alcove out of sight of the main dining area. Each man fed her bites from their plates, and the food was more than delicious. Ty surprised Ashton with the restaurant’s signature dessert, the decadent layers of flavor separated by crispy, flaky pastry raved about endlessly by critics.

Nate was throbbing with need from watching Ashton lapping up that dessert they stupidly ordered for her, and from the way Ty was squirming in his chair, he was cursing himself as well. Wanting only to please her, they had managed to sentence themselves to ten minutes in hell. Watching her pink little tongue curl over the spoon and lick her lips and even her damn fingertips once, it was too much. If she didn’t finish soon, he couldn’t be responsible for his actions. He could see himself pushing her against the wall, hoisting her up onto his cock, and pounding into her as she gripped the sconce on the wall. Nate’s cock was so damn hard he was going to be permanently crippled from the imprint of his jeans on it. If Ashton licked the fucking spoon one more time, he was going to bend her over the goddamn table and pound her pretty little pussy into oblivion.

Fuck, he had to stop.

Reaching down, he adjusted himself and noticed she had finished while he’d been looking at the sconce on the wall. They managed to make it through the last two appointments, buying her more clothes and shoes. They stopped by a scrub-wear shop, and she picked up five new sets that they were sincerely hoping she wouldn’t use. If it was left to them she would never go back to the hospital.

They were going to have to take the edge off when they got home. Nate couldn’t wait to taste Ashton’s pussy again and he’d love to fuck her ass or even Ty’s. His cock began to throb again just at the thought, shit. There was no way he’d make it through the night. The need alone would make him kill one of his brothers for being unable to resist Ashton, and he knew they would all be vying for her attention.

By the time they had pulled back into the driveway at the house, Ashton was so aroused she couldn’t walk. Her folds slippery and her legs weak with need, she simply turned and looked at Ty and Nate when they opened her door, hoping they could put a stop to the agony.

Ashton felt like she was almost panting. Thankfully Ty knew she needed relief, and he took pity on her and placed a hand against her breastbone. He pushed her to lie flat on the expensive leather of the luxury SUV. Ty flipped the hem of the sundress up and over her curl-covered mound, and he spread her legs far and wide. Ashton could feel her legs tremble as Ty gripped them, moving them over his shoulders, and he dove straight in, open-mouth kissing her dripping pussy. Delving his tongue deep into her, she cried out and climaxed against his tongue. Ty seemed intent on consuming every drop, sucking and licking all of her juice. Ty appeared to have had his fill of eating her pussy because he let her legs fall, and grasped her wrists and pulling her flush against his body, kissed her, sharing her juices still clinging to his mouth and lower face. Ashton knew she should be turned off, but she couldn’t find any disgust. It only fueled her desire.

Stumbling away from the truck, they barely managed to make it up the stairs, all the while stealing touches and blinding kisses.

As soon as they cleared the threshold of the bedroom, Nate was behind her, nibbling her neck. His hold on her throat keeping her still was thrilling in such a forbidden way. With any man other than these two, it would have been considered threatening, but with them it was wickedly exciting.

No more than a few moments had passed, but he had managed to walk her toward the bed and push her facedown. She felt the bottom of her dress flipped up to land against her back. Nate’s large hands spread her cheeks, and his soft, firm tongue ringed her bottom over and over, making her push back against the motion.

God, it feels so good
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Steeling herself, she was ready to do whatever they needed from her. She wanted them, and though a lot of the stuff was intimidating, it appealed to her in a dark way she couldn’t wait to explore.

Soon, he was pressing a digit into the tight ring, and the slow, easy pressure made her crave more. Then he pressed a second finger, and she felt a cool dollop of goo against her asshole. As he pushed the two fingers back in, she moaned at the dark sensations.

Ashton felt as if Nate was waiting on something, and when she whimpered, he added a third finger.

“Baby, I’m going to have your ass. I’ll go easy, and if you want to stop, we will. It feels good, doesn’t it, baby? You keep fucking yourself back on my fingers. You definitely want my cock in your ass, don’t you?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck my ass. I’m just scared, but it feels so good, so please don’t stop.”

Ty, now undressed himself, moved up to her head and lay down so she could lie down on top of him, her knees falling to the sides of Ty, opening her ass to Nate. Most of all it felt like Ty was offering support, comfort, and love. Ty looked over her shoulder, as if gauging Nate’s movements. As he framed her face with his hands, Ashton felt Nate’s huge cock nearly split her ass apart, unable to breathe with him lodged so deep. She felt each man stroke her body in an attempt to soothe her.

When the pressure got too intense, Ty took her mouth in a distracting, soul-shattering kiss. The pain was almost overwhelming, but underlying was the pleasure which was what kept her from calling a halt to the whole experience. It felt like she had been skewered on a telephone pole, however the feel of each man was amazing. When Nate withdrew, she gasped out a moan and almost screamed when he thrust inside her again.

Ty reared away from their kiss to take in her features, as if to judge if she was in pain, and Nate held deep and still. When Ty looked over her shoulder and nodded, Nate thrust again as Ty angled her hips so that her clit rubbed the length of his shaft, making her pussy pour liquid on him. Soon, all Ashton could do was cry out and come, one orgasm pushing into another so that it didn’t end. It just stretched out almost unendingly.

Clenching harder and harder on Nate, she felt the impending rush, and he convulsed over and over into her, filling her with his essence.

After he withdrew from her, he moved to the bathroom. She heard water running and splashing, and, opening her eyes, she saw Nate holding a warm washcloth and he tended her aching bottom. Turning her head, she watched his cock stir.

Ty eased her beside them on the bed and cupped his huge balls, stroking the long stalk of his prick. Ashton’s nipples tightened in arousal as she watched Nate take the head of Ty’s dick into his mouth, and Ty slammed to the back of Nate’s throat, showing his desperation. Seeing Nate swallow Ty’s cock and milk him of every drop of his cream made her feel so naughty and excited. Nate looked over at Ashton, as if waiting to see what her reaction would be. And when she smiled at him, he looked relieved to know she wasn’t turned off or upset at their exchange.

Ashton looked up at Ty, who lay back with his arm thrown over his eyes. She wanted him to look at her to see the approval in his eyes that had become so important to her. When he did finally look at her, she was unable to judge his expression. His gaze was clouded and face hard. Ashton couldn’t help but think she’d done something wrong.

Nate was aware of the exchange between her and Ty but clearly didn’t know what to say. When Ty got up and went into the bathroom, Nate immediately moved to take her in his arms as if sensing Ty’s remote behavior was distressing her.

Sitting her crossways in his lap, he whispered into her hair, asking for understanding and acceptance for himself, but most of all for Ty. “Ashton, Ty grew up in foster care and some really bad group homes. By the time I met him, he and I were twenty-one and he was so damaged he would get in these fights when his feelings would get too much or something happened he didn’t know how to handle emotionally. I’m not going to go into details yet, maybe one day, but it literally took me years to connect with him on an emotional level. You’ve engaged him more these last few days than I was able to in a year. I guess I’m just asking for you to be patient.

“I think he’s had enough time by himself. Let’s go get in the shower with him.” Nate twined his fingers with hers and led her toward the bathroom.

Ashton’s heart ached at seeing Ty leaning against the wall, his forehead propped on his fists. Without thinking, she quietly entered the shower and lined her body flush with his, wrapping her arms around his middle. She just wanted to comfort him and show him that with her and Nate he would never ever be alone again.

Pressing her breasts against his back and her torso cupping his ass, all she could think was how damn good he felt. Ty turned Ashton in his arms and held her head to his solar plexus, the fingers of one hand tangled in her hair. With the other hand, she felt him reach out. Observing him under her lashes, she saw that he had wrapped his free hand around Nate’s neck and pulled his mouth toward his own. Wrapping arms around both men’s middles, she held them pressed to her wet body, wanting nothing more than to be able to keep them forever.

Ashton saw Ty break the kiss with Nate and, while obviously afraid of rejection, he still leaned down and offered Ashton his lips on her forehead. She savored the sweet movement.

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After finishing up in the shower, Ashton walked into the bedroom, and Ty stepped up to Nate to talk to him without Ashton’s presence.

“I want Michael to send the design over tonight. Have him drop it in the package slot. Do you feel the same?”

Nate kissed him on the mouth again and said against his lips, “Do it.”

Ty went to his bedroom, pausing only to grab his cell out of his pants on the floor. When he was behind the door he made the call, all the while pulling out clothes for both him and Nate.

With the call complete, he strove to block out the emotional diarrhea he had felt earlier. All Ty could think was how damn good she had felt in his arms. It hadn’t even been his cock taking her, yet he couldn’t have enjoyed it any more if it had been his prick in her. He knew he had acted like a pussy running to the bathroom like some shrieking fucking virgin, but he thought he had been going to break down like a girl back in the bedroom. Just trying to gather his emotions was too much, so he had bailed, hoping he could contain them.

When had he opened his eyes after Nate had sucked the life out of him and saw both of them kneeling, waiting on something from him, he had almost blurted out how much he loved them both, and he had wanted to beg them never to leave him. It was true that Nate knew how much he loved him, but he also knew he was no waxing-poetic asshole, either. For him to start spouting about how much he loved the two of them, and him demanding for them to stay with him, they would have thought either he’d lost his ever-loving mind or that he was an overbearing prick. Neither possibility was good. He was so fucking lucky. They were both his, and he hoped they would stay as long as he could keep them.

Going back to the task at hand, he chose clothing for them, worn jeans and cotton polos—his in dark blue and Nate’s white—knowing that Nate looked great with his tanned skin in the stark white. He grabbed underwear and socks and picked up the hangers of clothing, taking them back to the room they would all share now. Maybe tomorrow the three of them would move their things into the room.