Her Mile High Mates [The Hot Millionaires #4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

“God, yes. I love it that you fill me so completely.”

“You are so fucking tight, Fabia. You’re driving me crazy.”

I’m driving him crazy?

The whipping abruptly stopped. Fabia held what little breath the corset allowed her to snatch, hoping against hope that Peyton would fuck her ass at the same time as Clyde attended to her pussy. When she felt the plug being pulled from her backside, she dared to hope that he would. The bed sagged as he knelt behind her and rubbed his huge cock down the crack in her butt.

“You still up for this, babe?” he asked. “’Cos I gotta tell you, I’m pretty desperate to take your sweet ass. But if you don’t wanna do it, we won’t.”

“Don’t you dare wimp out on me!”

“Just askin’.” His chuckle was positively lethal. “You haven’t taken two guys at once before, remember. Especially not two well-proportioned ones like us.”

“Then it’s high time that I did.”

He inched the head of his dick into her anus, and she instinctively tensed against it for a moment before relaxing and allowing him access. He slid into her an inch at a time. Clyde had almost stopped moving, giving Peyton time to ram himself home. He passed the time by tormenting her nipples. Her breasts brushed against his chest as he played with them, dangling frustratingly short of his mouth.

“Damn, I’m too big for you,” Peyton said, withdrawing completely. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Fabia moaned. “You’re not that big. Get back in there and deliver on your promises.”

His mouth roved over her back. “You sure?”

“Hell, yes!”

Fabia helped him by pushing against his cock as it forced its way in. Clyde was still rock hard, buried deep inside her pussy as Peyton finally worked his way in. As excitement grew inside Fabia, her breathing became more laboured. The corset was doing its job, and she loved every minute of it. Everything was ten times more pronounced thanks to the shortage of breath and her inability to see.

Both men moved slowly inside her, gradually picking up the pace. Clyde still played with her nipples as one of Peyton’s hands sought out her clit. The heady sensation that ripped through her was partly attributable to her lack of oxygen and partly due to the fire these two studs had lit within her with their huge cocks.

“I can’t…I can’t hold back,” she gasped, barely able to find enough air to speak. “I’ve never known anything like it. I’m gonna explode.”

And she did. Her orgasm ripped through her like a tornado, destructing everything in its path, including what was left of her sanity. Exquisite shards of brutal sensation assailed her as both men fucked her harder, moving in perfect accord with one another, almost splitting her in two.

“Fuck me, boys! Give me more. I can’t stop coming.” She thrashed on top of Clyde’s erection with no real sense of rhythm as she closed the walls of her vagina round him and milked him for all he had. She tossed her head backward, almost knocking Peyton in the face as she continued to ride an unstoppable wave that crested, ebbed, and then crested again, higher and higher still. “Don’t stop. It’s so incredible. I just can’t stop coming.”

“That’s it, babe,” Clyde grunted from beneath her. “Take it all. I’m coming, too. Make me come for you, Fabia. Feel my cock fucking you now. Argh, that’s it. Now you’ve got it.”

“Me as well.”

She felt Peyton’s sperm gush into her backside and pushed against him, a fresh orgasm taking the place of the one that had just faded. God, what were these guys doing to her?

They lay on their backs afterward. Peyton released Fabia from the corset and restraints and uncovered her eyes.

“Okay?” he asked, kissing her softly.

“More than okay,” she said, smiling at them both. “That was the most incredible experience of my entire life.” She pushed herself up on one elbow and kissed each of them in turn. “I love you both for it.”

“And we both adore you,” Peyton said.

“Where have you been hiding all our lives?” Clyde asked, gently caressing one breast.

“We need to get you cleaned up,” Peyton said, levering himself up.

“There’s something I need to tell you first.”

“Sounds ominous.”

“No, it’s something I just remembered,” Fabia said as her breathing gradually returned to normal. “Something important about Dad’s diaries that should have occurred to me when we spoke earlier.”

“You were thinking about that while we fucked you?” Peyton demanded to know, pretending—or she hoped it was pretence—to be affronted.

“No, I wasn’t capable of thinking about anything except the feel of your cocks ramming into me.”

“Right answer,” Clyde said, chuckling.

“It just came into my head, presumably because I wasn’t thinking about it.”

“What did you remember?” Clyde asked.

“Well, those initials I told you about. One set occurred over and over again, and I bet Sonia made the connection.”

“What were the initials?” both men asked together.

“DA.” She looked at Peyton, then Clyde. “Dimitri Asimov.”

“Fabia, don’t look so panicked, sweetheart.” Clyde gently stroked the curve of her face. She had been so uninhibited, so into being fucked by them both, that all the tension had left her. It was obvious that she’d temporarily managed to put her sister’s situation to the back of her mind. But already she was worked up again, and tears shimmered in her remarkable eyes. “We don’t know Sonia made contact with Asimov. He’s not in the country all that much.”

Fabia looked up at him, clearly not convinced. “Do you know if he was around at the time Sonia went missing?”

“Do we?” Clyde addressed the question to Peyton.

“Not offhand, but we can find out.”

Clyde stood up and offered his hand to Fabia. “Let’s hit the shower,” he said, pulling her to her feet.

“Go ahead,” Peyton said. “I’ll make a couple of calls and join you in a moment.”

Aware who he’d be calling and knowing he wouldn’t want Fabia to overhear, Clyde steered her toward the large en suite and switched on the shower.

“Who’s he calling?” She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze lingering on Peyton. He’d sat on the edge of the water bed, back toward them as he spoke quietly on the phone.

“He’ll tell you in a moment. Now come here and let me get you clean.” He slapped her buttocks lightly, hoping to regain her attention. It worked like a charm. Her eyes lost their haunted expression and flared instead with rueful mischief. “You’ve got our sperm all over you. Naughty girl.”

“I love having your sperm all over me. But I like having it in me better.”

“I know you do because you love what we did to put it there. You’re a sexy little witch who deserves to have her cute butt spanked real hard for being such a bad girl.”

“Don’t make promises unless you intend to keep them.”

Clyde roared with laughter. “Oh, I’ll definitely deliver on that one. Never doubt it.”

He dipped his head beneath the hot jets of water and captured her lips in a deep, incendiary kiss. “And don’t worry about me washing the sperm off. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

“That’s good to know.”

He took a sponge, doused it with fragrant shower gel, and set to work on her, starting at her neck and working his way down with slow, deliberately provocative sweeps of his hands. She threw her head back, stretching her breasts upward as she did so, giving him easier access to her solid nipples. He wiped carefully round first one aureole and then the other, not touching her nipples because it was obvious that she desperately wanted him to.

Clyde was overwhelmed by his feelings for this complex, compelling, and enthralling woman. She was everything he’d unconsciously been looking for all these years—beautiful, feisty, intelligent, and, most importantly of all, into the life. All he had to do now was figure out how to keep her in their lives permanently. And all the time her sister was missing, that was an impossible subject to address.

He pressed his lower body against hers, his erection gouging her stomach. Fabia stood on her toes, trying to get it to rub her clit.

“Stop that!”

He slapped her butt hard. Fabia grinned and pushed her tits farther into his hands, still rubbing her pussy against his prick.

“I think you missed a bit.”

“And I think you can’t get enough of my cock.”

“That doesn’t make me a bad person.”

Clyde laughed. “That it doesn’t, but you must learn to be more subservient.”

“I
am
subservient.” She paused. “Most of the time. It’s not my fault that you make me crazy to be fucked.”

“Fabia, you
were
just fucked. By both of us at once.”

“Was I?” She tilted her head farther beneath the gushing shower, frowning and nibbling on her index finger. “I don’t remember. Remind me how it went.”

Clyde laughed. “Good job I have a forgiving nature. If you’d said that to Peyton, you’d be in big trouble.”

Her eyes sparked. “Big trouble is what I’m looking for.”

“Hussy!”

Clyde continued to soap every nook and cranny, lifting her breasts one by one to make sure the undersides got their fair share of attention. Her tummy button had never been cleaner, nor had the crack in her ass. Her thighs, calves, and feet were spotless by the time he’d finished with them, but by then, Fabia was in a state of considerable agitation. That was because he’d avoided all contact with her pussy, and she was desperate for him to rectify that omission.

She finally ran out of patience and dropped one hand to her cunt. He let her get away with it for now, watching as her fingers disappeared inside her pussy and her thumb went to work on her clit. It was so erotic that he almost came himself, just by watching her. Head tilted backward, she closed her eyes, muttering and groaning as water cascaded over her face and ran down her gorgeous tits. Legs apart, she thrust against her hand, moaning softly and increasing the pressure as she came closer to release. Clyde fisted his cock and watched her until her body tensed and he could see she was on the point of climax.

“Stop doing that, Fabia.” He spoke so authoritatively that, with a soft moan of disappointment, she stilled immediately. “Let me help you out there.”

Clyde got down on his knees and did what he’d wanted to do since first setting eyes on her.

“Spread your legs wider, sweetheart.”

As soon as she did so, he buried his face between her legs and sank his lips on her sweet spot. Her juices tasted fragrant, and he drank deep, swirling his tongue over her most-sensitive parts, his teeth taking gentle nips at her labia at the same time. He reached behind her and inserted one finger in her anus. It slid in easily, so he added another, sliding it in as deep as it would go.

“Oh God, I love what you’re doing to my ass.” She circled her head in pleasurable torment. “And to my pussy.” She pushed her pubic bone farther into his mouth, gasping for breath, speaking in agonised bursts. “Don’t stop, Clyde. I’m gonna come in your mouth. Let me do that for you. I can’t stop it anyway. I’m burning up here. It feels so damned good.” She moaned as she sank her fingers into his hair, a Venus who drugged his mind and robbed him of his senses. “Here it is. Oh, Christ, I’m coming!”

Clyde buried another finger in her anus as she bucked against his mouth, screaming his name and begging him to give her more.

He bit down on her clit and gave her everything he had.

“Wow!” She staggered slightly and leaned against the shower wall for support when she finally stopped coming. “What is it with you guys?”

“All part of the service,” said a voice from the doorway.

“Glad you could make it,” Clyde said to Peyton.

“Wouldn’t miss a show like that.”

“It ain’t over yet. Lean your hands against the wall, Fabia, and stick your butt out,” Clyde said curtly. “Your sweet ass is mine.”

Clyde grinned at the speed with which she moved. As soon as she was in position, he stood behind her and rubbed her crack with the tip of his erection.

“Want this, sugar?”

“Can’t wait.”

Peyton grinned. “Judging by the state of Clyde’s dick, I don’t reckon you’ll have to, babe.”

“You’ve got that right.” Clyde grinned right back at him, his Scottish burr pronounced, as it always seemed to be when he was angry or excited.

“Do you like what Clyde’s doing to you?” Peyton asked as Clyde slid the tip of his cock into her backside.

“No, he’s not doing it hard enough.”

“Give the man a chance.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you, honey.”

“You won’t.” Her voice was a strangled moan. “I keep trying to tell you, I’m not made of glass. Just let me have it all.”

“But Clyde just sucked you off,” Peyton reminded her in a teasing tone. “Surely you’re not ready to come again already?”

“I’m always ready for either of you.”

Clyde and Peyton shared a chuckle. “Music to our ears.”

Clyde held her waist with one hand and rammed his cock into her anus with the other. She took it all, whimpering with pleasure as he slid almost all the way out again, gradually picking up the pace and settling into a steady rhythm. His heavy balls crashed against her buttocks, sounding unnaturally loud due to the water still pouring down on them. He reached for one breast with the hand not supporting her waist and pinched the nipple hard. She screamed, but Clyde knew it wasn’t because he’d hurt her.