Mating Rituals [Impulse 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

“I might be free technically, but I can’t commit myself when Maria’s playing mind games with me and the kids. It wouldn’t be fair to place anyone else in the middle of that shit.” Tyrone’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “You know how jealous Maria gets. She doesn’t care about my relationship with you, but if she heard there was another woman on the horizon she’d raise hell.”

“Let’s leave the question of Aisha aside for now. It’s the kids who ought to be our first priority. It’s only a matter of time before our enemies use them to get to you.”

“That’s what I can’t make Maria understand, simply because it’s not what she wants to hear. For all its faults, the kids would be safer here in Impulse with me. If they were in danger, of course I’d go help—”

“And play straight into our enemies’ hands.”

“Probably. But if they go for Maria, then she’s on her own.”

“You finally told her that.”

“Sure.” Tyrone shrugged. “But she can’t accept that I don’t still love her, deep down.”

“Let’s hope she doesn’t get to find out the hard way.” Kane sighed. “Anyway, you’ll need to update Rafe on her position. It could affect us all.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Kane, feeling Tyrone’s pain, leaned over and pulled him into his arms. He bit Tyrone’s shoulder hard, his teeth leaving indentations in his beautiful golden skin. Tyrone retaliated by flicking a finger against Kane’s rock-hard erection.

“I’ve devised a new game for us.” Tyrone pulled out of Kane’s arms, left the bed, grabbed an exercise ball from their dressing room, and rolled it in front of a full-length mirror. “Lie down on that,” he said curtly.

Kane did as he was told, legs slightly apart, sliding far enough up the ball for his cock not to be squashed against it. Without preamble, Tyrone brought the thongs of a Japanese flogger down hard over his ass. Kane hissed as sharp pain fizzed through his bloodstream. The ball flexed beneath his weight while he took the beating, cushioning his gut as his muscles reflexively tightened. Blood poured into his penis as the sensations streaking through him burned and intensified.

“Think we’ll be able to persuade her to do this to us and take it herself?” Kane asked.

“She wouldn’t be the right mate for us if she didn’t enjoy this stuff.”

“I guess not.” Kane grinned. “It’ll be fun initiating her.”

“You’ve got that right.”

Cool lube trickled over Kane’s ass and something slid into his anus. One of Tyrone’s latest toys, Kane was guessing. His buddy had a whole cupboard full and was always adding to his collection. This one was battery operated, felt warm as it settled into his ass, and filled him completely.

“That’s awesome,” he said, gasping as Tyrone thrust it deeper.

“Get up!”

Kane did, laughing as they swapped places. “We ought to close the door,” he said, reaching for it. “We’ve got company, remember.”

“Leave it,” Tyrone replied. “She’ll be dead to the world by now. The air always does that to visitors.”

“Yeah, it does.” Kane grinned. “Anyway, it would be kinda fun if she walked in on us.”

“I hear you, brother.”

Tyrone’s smile was broad and infectious as he lay across the ball and wiggled his ass. Kane knew he wanted to be flogged and guessed he also wanted Kane to fuck his ass while Kane himself had the plug for company. Knowing Tyrone, he probably wanted to be handcuffed as well. There was a hook on their mirror for precisely that purpose, but Kane had other ideas. Tyrone had amazing balance, only partly due to his feline tendencies, and Kane never tired of testing its limits. He grabbed the hog-tie irons and fastened them to his wrists and ankles, bringing them up behind his back. Tyrone was trussed up like a turkey, legs splayed, his ass an open invitation. All he could do now was use his taut abdominal muscles to balance on the ball. By kneeling behind him, Tyrone was on exactly the right level to have perfect access to him.

“You really think you can stay on that thing while I fuck your brains out, lover?”

Tyrone laughed. “You’d just love it if I fell off, wouldn’t you, big boy? I’d never fucking hear the end of it.”

Kane leaned forward and took a nip at Tyrone’s muscled glutes. “I’ll settle for you just loving me.”

“I can’t seem to help doing that. Still, you’ve now got competition, buddy.”

“That works both ways.”

Kane lubed Tyrone’s ass, using his fingers to work it in deep. He then slid the tip of his cock into his butt, teasing Tyrone by immediately withdrawing it again. The plug in his own butt sent a warm glow through him, causing his cock to swell and pulsate. His reaction tested his restraint, preventing him from tormenting Tyrone the way he really wanted to. He slid all the way into his lover, moving fast and with assurance, being brutal because that’s the way Tyrone liked to be fucked. The ball wobbled, so did Tyrone, but he didn’t fall. Instead he pushed back as best he could from his hog-tied position, grunting, encouraging Kane to delve deeper.

“Fill me with that wicked cock of yours, buddy. I need to feel you fucking me deep.”

“Is there any other way?” Breathing hard, Kane reached beneath Tyrone and pinched one of his nipples hard. “You’ve got it all now, lover.”

They got into a smooth rhythm, the ball rocking with them as they moved. Kane was close, too damned close, and he blamed Aisha for that. It was images of her that he held in his mind as he worked Tyrone’s ass. When he recalled the way her pert nipples pushed against her thin shirt as she ate dinner with them his cock expanded inside Tyrone like an inflated balloon. God, but he wanted her—he wanted her so bad it was a physical ache. He’d been in acute discomfort since first setting eyes on her. Getting off with Tyrone would ease the ache, but for how long?

Kane extended the claw on his right index finger and used it to reach behind himself and push the plug a little deeper into his own butt. Tyrone was making louder and louder grunting noises, a sure indication that he was close. His skin was dewy with sweat, Kane’s balls pulled tighter as they crashed against Tyrone’s buttocks, and they were both panting with suppressed need.

Kane leaned forward, bit Tyrone’s shoulder hard, and they exploded together.

“Shit, that’s good!” Tyrone moaned. “Keep fucking me, lover. I ain’t done yet.”

“Oh hell!”

Disturbed by a feminine voice, they both jerked upright and stared toward the open doorway. Aisha, dressed only in an oversized T-shirt, stood there with a hand clasped over her mouth, a horrified expression clouding her eyes.

* * * *

“Sorry.” She turned away. “I couldn’t sleep, heard noises, and thought something was wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, babe.”

Kane’s sexy smile added to Aisha’s confusion. She hadn’t pegged them as being gay, but the evidence was right before her eyes. So how come their smiles were able to light her fire?

“Come and join the fun.”

She gaped at Kane. “Did I just hear you right?”

Kane laughed as he released Tyrone from…well, from whatever it was he was trussed up in. “You obviously can’t sleep, so perhaps you need some company.”

“I told you, I heard noises.”

“That would have been Kane when he came,” Tyrone said, smiling what was presumably meant to be an apology. “He never did learn to do anything quietly.”

“Listen who’s talking.”

Aisha barely heard their banter. Instead her eyes were drawn to the men themselves. Apparently perfectly comfortable in their nakedness, they wandered about the room cleaning up the things they’d just used. Tyrone disappeared into the bathroom.

“Don’t go anywhere.” Kane winked at her when Tyrone returned and headed for the bathroom himself. “Just need to clean up.”

Aisha nodded weakly, moistening her lips because they felt bone dry. Because she had to do something to hide her reaction to these men. No, not men but decadent gods. She’d never seen even one man half so well built, much less two. All those taut muscles, ripped abs, and…oh goodness, the size of their cocks was eye watering. Tyrone’s skin tone was bronze. Sheened with perspiration, he looked as though he’d just emerged from the sea, and she felt compelled to wrap him in a towel and dry every square inch of him.

Kane returned and beckoned to her.

“I expect you have questions,” he said, sitting on the side of the bed and patting the space next to him. She sat because she wasn’t sure what else to do.

“Er, no. I think the situation rather spoke for itself.”

When Tyrone sat on her other side she felt as though she’d been swallowed up by these two gorgeous naked men. Well, if this was dying she could think of worse ways to go. Kane slipped one hand beneath her hair. His fingers closed on the back of her neck and he pulled her head toward him. Surely he wasn’t going to kiss her—not after what she just saw him do with Tyrone? That couldn’t possibly be what he had in mind.

But it appeared that it was, because he did. Kiss her, that is. He lowered his head, his opaque eyes alight with an emotion she couldn’t quite identify as he closed the distance that separated them and his lips covered hers, not experimentally but with firm determination to take what he wanted. Somehow that didn’t surprise Aisha. Nor did it surprise her that his kiss lived up to its initial promise and delivered the goods. She responded to it instinctively, parting her lips and allowing him access to her mouth. His tongue—exceptionally long and mobile—explored with lazy expertise. Aisha followed wherever it led, powerless to resist his allure, tangling her own tongue with his in an erotic dance that required no music.

Kane’s other hand supported her back as he deepened the kiss. Desire fizzed through her when she felt another hand on her thigh. It had to be Tyrone’s, and his touch sent her reactions off the scale. Smooth fingers traced a line along the inside of one thigh, perilously close to her leaking pussy. Aisha’s legs fell apart, an open invitation for him to do whatever he liked with her. After what she’d just witnessed, it would be a tad prudish to object. Besides, she wasn’t in the business of denying herself. She’d wanted the attention of one of them since first setting eyes on them. Two was definitely a bonus.

Kane broke the kiss, grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, and pulled it over her head. Both men grinned as her nakedness was revealed. Kane’s lips now found occupation with her breasts, sucking and nipping at her nipples. Tyrone’s fingers returned to her thigh, doing what they clearly did best and driving her crazy as they skated across her most sensitive places, barely making contact before moving on.

“Our little mate is in urgent need of some lovin’,” he said in a sexy voice.

Their what?

“Hmm.” Kane lifted his head from the nipple he’d been grazing on. “Looks that way. Lie on the bed, darlin’, and let us take care of your needs.”

Bemused, Aisha lay down and looked up at them, waiting. Hoping. Both their cocks were standing rigidly to attention again. It would be a sin to let such fine erections go to waste, and she knew exactly where she’d like one of them to finish up. Her pussy was literally spurting juices. It would be an act of mercy if one of them would be kind enough to put it out of its misery. Kane’s hand cupped one of her breasts, almost reverently.

“You have just about the loveliest breasts I’ve ever seen.”

Aisha found it hard to cope with compliments, especially when they didn’t jibe with her view. “They’re too big,” she said.

“Ain’t no such thing as
too big
.” Kane’s smile was intimately appreciative. “Trust me, I know about what I speak.”

“Kane’s a tits man,” Tyrone said, the hand that had been running up and down her leg pausing as he spoke. “Now me, I prefer legs, and yours are just about the shapeliest I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“They’re not long enough.”

“Darlin’, they’re perfection. I can’t wait to see you wearing five-inch heels.”

“A natural redhead, too,” Kane said, flicking a finger across her landing strip.

“And the temper to go with it,” she warned them, her entire body burning with embarrassment as these two hunks continued to examine every inch of her. The reverent awe in their voices, to say nothing of the things they did to her with their wicked fingers and tongues, made it impossible for her to object.

“Get on your hands and knees, darlin’,” Kane said. “And let us take care of you.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Whatever we think best.” Kane rubbed his face against her breasts. “Just so you know, in the bedroom, we’re in charge. Whatever we say goes, but, I promise you, you won’t be disappointed. Are you okay with that?”

Was she? “Yes,” her lips said before she could get her brain into gear and think about what she was doing. Sometimes instincts were the only thing worth putting her faith in. She’d analyzed the situation with Rick to death before she agreed to enter into a relationship with him, and look where that had gotten her. “I trust you both.”

“That’s good.” Kane spoke gently yet with authority. “Now, do as I asked.”

Her overlarge breasts swung beneath her when she got into position. She was conscious of Kane and Tyrone standing up to watch her, heads tilted to one side as though examining her for imperfections.
Don’t look too closely, guys, or you’ll find tons of things to put you off.
Even so, Aisha’s confidence was boosted by their obvious fascination with her. Their approval made her feel feminine, desirable, and horny as hell.