Oak, Sophie - Siren in Waiting [Texas Sirens 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (32 page)

And Bo felt like an idiot. He was just the guy holding the plug. Trev and Beth had shared something. Bo hadn’t been a part of it.

“Come here.” Trev gestured him over.

Bo took the place beside Trev. Beth’s backside had an almost red sheen to it. It looked rough and painful. It looked strangely beautiful.

Trev put a hand on the small of her back, offering her to Bo. “Test her. I can see you’re fighting this. You think she shouldn’t want this, but I assure you, she does. Run a finger through her pussy and tell me she didn’t want that.”

Bo hated the fact that he couldn’t just accept it. Watching Beth get her ass spanked had gotten him hotter than he could have imagined, but too many years of trying to fit in had him fighting his own impulses. His impulse had been to jump in. And he’d kept silent. Why did he always do that?

He took the out Trev had offered him. He held the plug in one hand and with the other tested the folds of her pussy.

Bo nearly groaned when his fingers slid easily through her juices. Beth was soaking wet, her cunt pulsing against his fingers. He had no doubt that if he touched her clit, she would howl as she came. Her hips moved as though trying to take his fingers deeper.

Trev smacked her ass again. “No moving. If you steal an orgasm, we’ll start your real punishment tonight. Do you understand?”

Beth stopped immediately. “Yes, Sir. It just feels so good.”

Fuck, yeah, it felt good. Her cunt clenched around his fingers. She would be so tight around his dick. He gently stretched her, scissoring his fingers deep inside. There was no question about it. Beth had loved that spanking. It had her ready to go. He didn’t need to do anything else. He could force her to her knees. He could mount her and ride.

But there were things he had to do first.

“Show me how to work this thing.” Bo held up the plug. If he was in, he was going all the way.

Chapter Fifteen

Mouse breathed a sigh of relief as Bo moved his hands away from her pussy. It was so hard not to move back and try to take his fingers deeper. She’d been so close, but she didn’t want to disappoint Trev, and she definitely didn’t want to start whatever punishment Trev had in mind for her tonight. Tonight was about finally being with Bo. She didn’t want anything to screw that up.

Not even Bo himself.

She’d been nervous leaving the two of them alone as she’d undressed, but she knew nothing she could say would make Bo comfortable. He had to see it.

From the tent in his jeans, it looked like he was well on the way to accepting what she wanted.

Her legs ached, but she didn’t move. It felt too fresh, too fragile, for her to do anything but pray this continued. As Trev and Bo talked, she tried to remain quiet, hoping they would form a bond. This wouldn’t work if it was only about her. Trev and Bo needed to care about each other, too. It would be the only way to really keep Trev.

Contrary to everything she’d said, she had zero intention of allowing Trev to waltz off at the end of this year. Something had changed inside of Mouse, and it had everything to do with Trev McNamara. Mouse had loved Bo all of her life, but it had been a long, slow slide with Bo. With Trev, there was a fire inside. She wanted both, and she intended to make it happen. A year was a long time. Anything could happen.

“I never really thought about anal sex,” Bo said, his voice tentative.

She wanted to snort. Bo hadn’t thought about anal sex? She was pretty sure Bo had done everything with everyone.

“So you’re a newbie?” Trev’s hands still smoothed over her. He hadn’t stopped touching her once since he’d begun his “punishment.” He kept her sensitized, on the edge.

“I guess I just don’t see the allure. But I’ll try it.”

She felt Trev’s chuckle all along her skin. “You don’t see the allure? I can explain it to you. Part her cheeks. We need to make sure we get the lube all over her. Truly good anal sex should be easy. Easy in, easy out. Of course, it doesn’t feel that way on your dick.”

She groaned as she felt hands parting the cheeks of her ass. She bit into her bottom lip. She was a girl who’d never had sex until yesterday, and now the two most important men in her world were staring at her asshole.

She nearly jumped when she felt a touch.

“Don’t you move, Beth. This is our time. Your time will come. For now, we want to play with your ass, and you’re going to let us.” Trev’s dark voice sent a thrill through her.

Every time he used that deep, pitch-black voice on her, she wanted to tremble, and not from fear. There was something about his voice when it got smooth and hard all at the same time that sent Mouse into a froth. Her whole body ached, and not in a bad way.

“It feels different than a pussy.” Trev spoke as a single finger started to rim her. Dark sensations flooded her brain as she felt that digit circle her anus. It pressed slightly in. She was almost certain it was Trev. He’d played with her ass earlier. He’d seemed determined to take her there. “The heat is different. It’s tighter. And you have to fight your way in. It grips your dick the whole time you’re fucking it. In and out. It doesn’t matter. This pretty little asshole will hold you like a fist. You’ll feel it on every inch of your cock.”

Now there was another sensation. Something wet hit her anus, causing her to clench.

It earned her a smack. The hard pain of Trev’s hand against her ass quickly morphed into warm pleasure.

“I might just have to find that ginger root, darlin’. You will not keep me out of this ass. This ass is mine. It belongs to me. I’m going to fuck it because it belongs to me.”

He pressed his finger in. Mouse gripped the back of the settee, hoping she didn’t damage it by digging her nails in. It was such a wicked sensation. It was pain and pleasure in a single package. That finger was ruthless, tunneling in and stretching her.

Trev continued his exploration. “If you aren’t interested, I understand. You can take her pussy. I don’t mind fucking this ass. It’s a pretty ass. It will be my pleasure to take it over and over again.”

“Fuck, no. I want to try it now. I just never thought of it that way.” Bo sounded outraged at the thought of only having access to her pussy. She bit back a little laugh.

Suddenly the fingers retreated. “Then put that plug against her ass and work it in. Do it slowly. Just a little bit at a time until she accepts it. I’m going to clean up because our sweet sub is going to take care of me before you monopolize her time. I assume you want to fuck her.”

“Hell, yeah. I might not ever stop.”

“That’s why I think I should take what I can,” Trev said before she heard him walk away.

Something harder than a finger pressed against her anus.

“Don’t tense, Mou…Beth. Don’t tense up.” Bo held the plug against her ass, but she could hear a strain in his voice.

“That’s hard when someone’s pressing plastic in your bottom.”

“Don’t make me laugh, Beth.” The plug pushed in a little and pulled out, gaining ground with each stroke. He fucked her with the plug. “Baby, I’m so happy to be here with you. I love you, Beth.”

Her heart swelled. “I love you, too.”

She’d said it to him before, but it was different now. It was real. This wasn’t about friendship. It was about forever.

The plug slid home, and Mouse sighed. Tension prickled along her spine. She was so damn…aware. Aware of her body—every inch, every nerve seemed alive. Aware of her heart. She was so full of hope.

“Isn’t that pretty?” Trev’s voice returned. “I love the way that looks. Beth, love, remember what I said about clenching?”

“Yes, I’m not supposed to do it.” She would have to keep Trev away from the herb section of the grocery store. He seemed to be far too creative.

“In this particular case, I would clench if I were you.”

She gasped as he tugged her up, and found that she did need to clench to keep the plug from sliding out. He leaned down and hooked an arm under her legs, hauling her up against his chest. She looked up into his face. Trev McNamara was one of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen. He belonged on the cover of a magazine. His pitch-black hair fell over his brow. Stark blue eyes looked back at her. He looked like a fallen angel.

Bo looked like he was still hanging on to heaven. Dark-blond hair and a perfect face stared down at her. He wasn’t as tall as Trev, but his shoulders were broader.

“I think we should take this upstairs,” Trev said. “She’s made the bedroom somewhat comfortable.”

That was damning her with faint praise if she’d ever heard it. “You should have seen it before I got hold of it. Let me tell you, Maudine didn’t believe in comfort.”

Trev started toward the stairs. She had to wrap her arms around his neck. She felt so small in his arms. She’d never felt as delicate and feminine as she did when Trev carried her around. She also had to work to keep the plug in her bottom.

“Don’t lose that plug.” Trev’s slight grin told her that he knew she was struggling. Then his mouth flattened. “Bo worked hard to plug that pretty asshole.”

He took the steps quickly, Bo following behind. “It wasn’t hard. I could totally do it again.”

“Not the point, Bo.” Trev swept her into the bedroom. “Tell me something, Beth, love, have you ever had a man in your mouth?”

She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

He placed her on the bed, the soft cotton of the comforter a pleasant coolness on her backside. “I’m honored to be your first, darlin’. Bo, help her to her hands and knees. She’s going to suck me off, and then she’s all yours. Feel free to play with her all you like. As long as she takes care of me, you can do whatever you want.”

A long, slow smile slid across Bo’s face. “There is something I’ve wanted to do for a while.”

She had to take a deep breath. Bo’s hand came out, and he helped move her into position. It wasn’t easy. The plug didn’t really want to stay in her backside. Bo’s hand slid between her cheeks, pressing on the plug, making her nerves jump with the deep-seated sensation. She got to her hands and knees. Trev stood at the foot of the bed, his hands at the fly of his jeans. Slowly, he eased the zipper down and pushed the jeans off his hips along with the boxers he wore. His cock bobbed out, the thick, heavy organ already rock hard and slightly wet at the tip, as though the play they had performed had affected him as much as it had her. Trev’s big hand stroked his cock from base to bulb, forcing a little bit of pre-cum to squeeze from the tip. His cock was gorgeous. She wouldn’t have imagined just how beautiful a dick could be, but she adored Trev’s. It was plum colored, and she could see the vein that ran across the stalk throbbing. His balls were tight and round, so heavy they swung with his every stroke.

“This shouldn’t take long, girl. I swear, I’ve had sex every way, in every damn position, but one look from those big eyes of yours and I feel like I’m fifteen and just trying this out.” His free hand came out to pet her hair. “You make me crazy, Beth. You have no idea how much my life changed when you walked into Patty’s.”

Bo chuckled behind her, his hands sliding along her legs. He’d gotten out of his clothes, too. “I knew we should have tried the Burger Barn that day, but no, Beth just had to have Patty’s pie.”

Trev’s smile lit up her whole world. He didn’t smile often, but when he did, it shone from more than his face. He looked younger, less burdened, when he smiled like that. “You should be thankful. I suspect if she hadn’t needed a slice of Patty’s pie, you wouldn’t be about to taste her.”

“High five to that, my brother,” Bo said.

Beth gasped as he slid between her legs, and she felt the first long lick of his tongue.

“Oh, my god!” Her womb clenched. Everything that was feminine inside her seemed to light up at the slow caress of his velvety tongue.