Rough and Ready [Men for Hire 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

She moaned, wishing she could use her hands to cup Jeff’s balls, but loving the way being tied up made her feel. In the same moment, she felt strong, powerful, and…possessed.

Kane’s tongue was a magical tool all by itself. One second he would flatten it against her swollen clit, and in the next, he’d flick it fast and light, giving her an altogether different sensation. She cried out, the sound muffled by Jeff’s cock.

“Spank her, Kane.” Jeff jerked on her hair, compelling her to look at him. “But don’t you jump and bite me when he does.”

Kane lapped at her juices, the sound of him savoring her filling the air. When he paused to lift his head, she wanted to shout at him to put it back between her legs.

“You like it rough, don’t you, darlin’? I can tell by the amount of sweet juices you’re putting out. It’s like a river of pure nectar down here.”

Jeff laughed. “Damn. I never thought I’d hear words like that coming from you. You sound downright poetic.”

“You don’t know the half of what I’m capable of.” Kane skimmed his tongue along her inner thigh, sending a shiver up her leg. “Ready? I need to see your flesh get all pink and pretty.”

She tried not to jump, but it was hard when Kane flattened his hand against her butt cheek. Instead, she pulled on Jeff’s cock, harder, putting the sting of Kane’s slap into her hold on Jeff. Another spank came right before Kane shoved his finger back into her pussy. He stood up, working her harder than before.

“You’re wet, baby. So wet and juicy.”

She glanced at Kane. His mouth glistened from her juices. His arm muscles flexed as he shoved his finger into her pussy and massaged her clit. She ached to have more of him.

Jeff’s grip on her hair tightened, and he started moving her head back and forth, helping her to draw him in then release him. He moaned, then reached to fondle his balls, teasing her to do it when she couldn’t.

When he pulled her off him, she drew in a ragged breath, and hoping she wasn’t making a mistake, dropped the wall that kept her from letting go completely. “Talk dirty to me.”

Kane removed his hand, skimming his palm over her patch of curly hair. “You’re full of surprises today.”

“Fuck the bitch, Kane.”

Surprised, she looked at Jeff and saw that he’d taken her wish to heart. He lifted his eyebrows, a question to continue or not.

His meaning of the word
bitch
was clear. It was purely sexual and not derogatory at all.

She answered his silent question the best way she knew how. While keeping her eyes on Jeff, she said, “Yeah, fuck me, Kane. I’m a dirty girl and I need to get fucked.”

She’d never talked that way before. Surprising and scaring her a little, she found that she liked it. Talking dirty gave sex an added bit of naughtiness that swirled the growing need in her abdomen even faster.

“Is that it, darlin’? Are you a dirty girl?”

She smiled and licked her lips. “I’m a bad, dirty girl.”

Kane grabbed her, digging his fingers into her skin, then plunged his cock into her, making her cry out. Her arms ached, but even that pain only heightened the passion tingling through her body. “Clench your pussy, dirty girl. Hold on to me as hard as you can.”

She did as he ordered as best she could, and he thrust again and again, holding onto her leg for support. She rocked over the table, bunching up the tablecloth underneath her. The crashing noise of plates falling to the floor had her thinking of how to explain it to Daisy, but she’d buy her a whole new set of plates before she’d tell the men to stop.

Kane’s pelvis, moving forward and back in a sexy, rhythmic motion, wet her mouth. Her insides were mush, whirling around in a growing frenzy that would soon escalate to another climax.

Jeff turned her hair loose then grabbed a fork and climbed on top of his chair. He bent his body over her, the fork gripped in his hand.

“What are you going to do with that?” She wasn’t too concerned. The men wouldn’t hurt her. Daisy had told her more than once that their rough exteriors hid their true kind natures.

“This.” Jeff put one knee on the table so he could get his body over hers even farther. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

Reaching toward her buttocks, he pressed the tines of the fork against her skin. She gasped, but didn’t complain even when he started to drag it over her spine.

The feeling of the fork scratching over the surface of her skin didn’t cause her pain. Instead, it gave her a wild feeling that both tingled and sent shivers across her skin. The more he leaned over her, the harder he pressed, not enough to injure her, but hard enough to make it count. The sensation warped the pleasant feeling into one of slight pain. Yet even the pain turned her on. His cock brushed against her arm, and she tried to shift to reach it with her mouth, but couldn’t.

“Stay still, woman.” Kane pounded into her, pushing her closer to the middle of the table.

She would’ve reached out to Kane, to use his strong body to hold onto, but it was impossible. She was under his power and all she could do was to enjoy the thickness of his cock inside her pussy.

Jeff dragged the fork over her shoulder blade, then her shoulder. His eyes were clouded with yearning as he moved the utensil down her chest to tease the tip of her nipple.

The slap of Kane’s body hitting hers accented his pants as he drove into her again. Groaning, he paused, his expression tight. Suddenly, he pulled out, then stepped away. “I don’t want to come. Not yet.”

Jeff hopped off the chair and tossed the fork aside. “Good. Then let me at her.”

She hadn’t planned it, but she’d always wanted to play chase with a lover. Now she had two who could try and catch her. Rolling, she forced her body to the edge of the table, then threw her legs over the side. She fell off and would’ve landed hard on her face if Jeff hadn’t caught her.

“What the hell, Alex? Do you want to hurt yourself?”

She pulled away from him, stumbling to the other side of the table. “Of course not. I just wanted to see if you could handle a moving target.”

Jeff and Kane glanced at one another then back at her. “I think the dirty girl wants to play.”

She took off running, as well as she could with her arms still bound behind her. But she didn’t get far. Jeff lunged at her, and wrapping his arms around her waist, caught her then lifted her off her feet. She kicked, squirming to get free, but he held on and ignored her shouts to let her go.

She loved getting “captured” by Jeff. Her shouts to turn her loose soon changed to a squeal of laughter as he carried her to the nearest chair then put her gently down on it, her stomach resting on the cushion. He put his hand in the middle of her back and held her there even as she tried to get free.

“Alex, you’re being a very bad girl.”

Her hair draped over her face. Although she tried to crane her neck around to see him, her position made it too difficult. “So? What are you going to do about it?”

“This.” The smack of his hand against her butt cheek was just what she’d hoped for. Another slap joined the first one as Jeff spanked her twice, then three times more.

Kane drew up a chair and yanked her hair, lifting her head to him. “Are you going to be a good girl now?”

She grinned. “Hell, no.”

“Good to know.” He thrust his cock at her. “Finish me off.”

She opened her mouth and let him guide his cock inside her mouth. At first she tasted her juices, but then it was all musky male after that. She pulled on him hard, and barely kept from biting down when yet another slap landed on her butt.

“She’s nice and pretty now, man.”

Kane’s half-lidded eyes lifted to Jeff. “And I like it. Spank her again.”

Jeff did more than that. He not only gave her another slap but pinched her other butt cheek. She cried out as the orgasm took control of her and took her for a ride. Her body shuddered, and as her release thundered through her, Kane had to pull his cock out of her mouth.

Before she’d had time to take a breath, Kane undid the belt around her wrists. “Flip her over.”

He and Jeff turned her over so that her back rested on the seat. Her butt hung over one side of the chair while her breasts and head hung over the other. Kane repositioned his chair to the side of her and took hold of her breast while he supported her shoulders. Knowing what he needed, she turned her head and drew in his cock. She sucked on Kane’s cock, fondling his balls, and watched the ecstasy fill his face.

She heard the scrape of another chair on the hardwood floors as Jeff pulled one closer and took her buttocks in his hands. He thrust his cock inside her pussy, surprising her.

“Aw, shit. She’s so fucking tight.” Jeff glided his palm over her leg. “I’m sorry, baby. I wanted to ease into it. It’s just that I’ve been dreaming about this since that time in my pickup.”

Kane tunneled his fingers through her hair, still supporting her as she dragged him in and out. His cock seemed to have grown even longer and thicker, the texture of his veins rubbing against her tongue.

“That’s it, darlin’. Suck me hard. Aw, hell.”

Jeff gripped her hips and plunged into her again. He groaned as she began to rotate her hips.

She’d never forget Daisy’s dining room for as long as she lived. Having two cocks inside her was a feeling she’d never thought she’d experience. But that was nothing compared to having two amazing men want her.

When the next climax hit her, she had to turn Kane’s cock loose to scream. Her body felt like a freight train tore her apart, sending her into the pain of her release and the ecstasy of it, too. She felt strong, powerful and all woman.

Kane pulled back, and snatching a napkin, covered his release. Jeff, his eyes closed, his expression intense, tried to hold back, but then roared his own climax free.

Her body trembled as the last of her orgasm rippled through her. Although her back and arms ached, her pussy’s ache was of a different kind, making the other small pains worth it.

Kane eased her into a sitting position and handed her a napkin to clean herself. She did so, all too aware that something had changed between them. She checked their faces, but after exchanging another look like the one they’d done earlier, they kept their eyes averted from hers.

Oh, shit. Please don’t tell me it’s happening again.

A real agony, greater than any physical pain she could ever suffer, tore at her from the inside. Had she made a mistake giving herself to them again? Did they already regret what they’d done?

She fought back the tears as her vision grew blurry. She wouldn’t let them see her cry. Besides, she didn’t know if it was going to turn out like that. Perhaps there was a little hope left that they’d want more than just sex.

She swallowed the sob that threatened to come, rose, and pulled on her clothes, stuffing the torn undies into one of her pockets. From the noises they made, they did the same, but she kept her back to them. Still, the words she dreaded came anyway.

“Alex, honey, we need to talk.”

Alex’s throat closed up on her. The moment she’d feared was coming true. She gathered her strength and turned to face them. “There’s no need to say anything.”

Please, don’t say anything.

Kane and Jeff glanced at each other.

For two guys who supposedly don’t like each other, they’re sure in sync.

“Yeah, there is.” Jeff took a deep breath.

This can’t be good. Even he’s dreading saying the words.

“Jeff’s right. We need to tell you.”

She might as well get it over with. The pain had already struck deep into her heart. Why not let them tear it in half?

She crossed her arms and tried to appear more detached than she felt. “Okay, then, go ahead. Spit it out.”

Damn it. Will they stop glancing at each other?

“We can’t do this again.”

She was amazed when her heart didn’t literally break apart. “You can’t do what again? Eat dinner with me?” She zeroed in on them and wished she could kill with one look. “Or you can’t fuck me again?”

Okay. Maybe not kill. But at least maim.

Anger crawled through her, slowly replacing the hurt. She took hold of that anger and let it grow.

Maybe it won’t hurt as much this time.

Yet she knew that was impossible. She’d never cared for anyone like she did for them. She needed to hang on to her anger for as long as she could. Anger would help rebuild the wall they’d broken down. But once the anger was gone, it was going to hurt more than she could even imagine. Maybe more than she could endure.

Jeff appeared as stricken as she felt. But that wouldn’t weaken her resolve to hold onto the fury building inside her.

Kane, who usually let Jeff take the lead, seemed to be in charge of the conversation. “That’s partially right. We can’t have sex again.”

Jeff took a step forward, but she backed up. If he touched her, she’d be sure to fall apart. “It’s not about the sex. It’s about us. We don’t want to share you.”

What did he just say?

She had to make sure her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her. “I’m not sure I understand.”

The struggle to find the right words showed on Jeff’s face. “We can’t share you any longer. Sure, it was fun, but it can’t stay this way.” He ran a hand through his hair, and she ached to clutch a hunk of it as he’d done hers. Except once she did, she’d tear a handful out.

“So you’re dumping me?” Why couldn’t they just spit it out and get it over with? Better to die a quick death than a slow and painful one.

“Hell, no.”

She almost smiled as they both answered at once. Did they realize how often they did that?

“Then what are you driving at?”

“Like I said. We don’t want to share you.” For once, Jeff looked like he was finding it difficult to find the right words.

“Wait. Are you trying to tell me that I have to choose between you?” She held her breath, ready for them to laugh at her. They’d both deny that they wanted her, adding to her embarrassment. In her confusion, that made more sense than having to pick one of them over the other.