Tempted by Two Angels [Notorious Nephilim 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

She couldn’t answer. There were no words. She merely looked from one man to the other, trying to take it all in. Their scents combined in her head, making her dizzy. The air was hot and charged again. Their eyes held her spellbound. She’d do anything they wanted—anything at all.

When she came, it was explosive and quick. Sterling pulled out and sucked her clit, prolonging the spasms, until Caleigh screamed herself raw. When he finally let go of her pussy, she sat up, looking around for something to drink. Her throat was on fire.

Without her having to ask, Hugh pulled a jar of water out of the picnic basket and held it to her lips. She was too weak to hold it on her own. The water dribbled down her chin and onto her breasts. When she’d had her fill, he licked the water off her nipples, and her pussy became wet all over again.

Sterling pulled a bottle of oil and condom packets out of the picnic basket, and Caleigh struggled to take a breath. This was more intense than she could have ever imagined, and she realized these two were far from done with her.

“Too bad you didn’t bring your paddle,” said Sterling.

“We have our hands.” Hugh and Sterling exchanged a look then chuckled. A shiver ran through Caleigh. She hugged her elbows and tried to slow her breathing. No longer pissed off at each other, they were now in this together. That could only mean things were about to get even more decadent.

“This wooden floor can’t be very comfortable for her,” said Sterling.

“I don’t want to leave,” she said, looking from one man to the other. “Let’s stay here. Please. I’m all right.” She feared the spell would be broken if they had to gather their things and return to the resort.

Hugh looked around the room, raising his eyebrows as he spotted something on a shelf. He walked over and pulled down two thick blankets. He shook them out then put them on the floor next to Caleigh. “These will help. Put the one you’re sitting on over these.”

She fixed the blankets, deliberately wiggling her ass while they both watched. The anticipation coursing through her veins made her heart race.

“You’re a bad girl, Caleigh.” Hugh’s voice sent a shiver through her. He’d said the same thing in his suite, right before he paddled her senseless.

“I know.” She turned to face him. “I should be punished. By both of you.”

Hugh’s eyes darkened. “I don’t think we can ignore an offer like that, can we Sterling?”

“Hell no. It would be rude.”

Caleigh moaned at the look of lust in Sterling’s eyes. He took her arm and pulled her to her feet. “Over here, beautiful.” He led her to the shelves Hugh had pulled the blankets from then told her to lean against them.

Hugh began digging around on the shelves while Sterling massaged her ass cheeks. Caleigh stuck her ass our farther and leaned on her elbows. Her pussy was so wet she could feel the juices on her upper thighs.

Sterling spanked each ass cheek with his hand, but it didn’t really sting. Caleigh made little noises in the back of her throat, but neither man was fooled.

“You might as well tickle her with a feather,” said Hugh. He pulled an oar off the shelf. “Here. Try this. She likes it rough, Sterling.”

“Oh God…”

He grinned and she nearly came. When Sterling struck her ass with the oar, she jumped.

“Don’t move or he might accidentally hit your thighs. We don’t want to bruise anything but that perfect ass.”

She forced herself to stand still. As Hugh watched Sterling strike her again, his hand drifted down to his swollen, red cock. He began to stroke it, and Caleigh watched, fascinated, while Sterling paddled her with the oar. It stung far worse than Hugh’s paddle had, but she was riveted to Hugh’s hands on his own cock. Hugh’s gaze was locked on her ass and Sterling’s swinging arm.

The pain on her ass competed with the throbbing of her clit. She’d never been so excited in her life. Hugh began to grunt, and he suddenly pushed Sterling aside and stepped behind Caleigh. She thought he was going to fuck her, but instead hot cum stung her ass cheeks. It burned, but she stood still and let him finish.

“Don't move,” he commanded. “It’s my turn.”

“Hang on,” said Sterling. Caleigh turned to watch him pull the blankets over to where she stood. “Kneel down, Caleigh.”

She did as he asked, then he teased her lips with his dick, slick with pre-cum. “Paddle her while I fuck her in the mouth.”

Before she could protest, Sterling pushed his cock into her mouth, filling it with his salty, musky taste. Caleigh had to wrap her hands around his muscled thighs and hang on as Hugh paddled her ass with the oar. The pain was crazy, but it aroused her even further. She craved it. The sensation of Sterling fucking her in the mouth while being paddled was overwhelming, and another orgasm began to build. Caleigh reached down with one hand to stroke her clit, slowly, prolonging the sweet torture.

Finally Hugh stopped paddling her, and as he did, Sterling came in her mouth. She tried to swallow all of it but some dripped down her chin. He helped her to her feet and held her close, burying his face in her hair and whispering her name. She clung to him, shivering from the overwhelming emotions.

“Are you okay?” He looked into her eyes with so much tenderness she had a moment of fear. It would be madness to fall for him—for either of them. This was hot sex, nothing more. These men were her employers, and Niko had already warned her that what they were now doing was against the rules. She could not allow this to get out of hand.

“Just thirsty.”

Hugh picked up the half-empty jar of water and went outside. When he returned, Caleigh gulped the lake water. “Thank you.”

“We can’t have our songbird ruining her pipes.” Hugh took the jar from her. “So if you’re properly hydrated now, please stand up and lean against the shelves again.”

She wondered if they were going to paddle her again, and half hoped they were, but instead Hugh prodded the opening to her pussy with his cock. She leaned over further and tilted her hips so her ass was in the air. He plunged inside, and she nearly screamed at the force of it. The pleasure was unbearable. Sterling reached under and played with her nipples. Caleigh moaned loudly and tossed her head back and forth. When Sterling touched her clit, she cried out.

Hugh fucked her mercilessly, so hard she had to keep replanting her feet so she wouldn’t fall. Sterling kept up the pressure on her clit, and when she came it was all she could do not to fall down. Hugh pulled out and switched places with Sterling, and Caleigh honestly wasn’t sure she could handle it, but neither man gave her a chance to protest.

Sterling shoved his dick inside her pussy, and Hugh fondled her breasts, teasing the nipples until she squirmed and panted. Sterling held onto her hips, caging her thighs with his, and that helped to keep her from falling. Her pussy was raw, her legs were shaking, and Caleigh had never had such an erotic experience in her life. She never wanted them to stop.

When he finally came inside her, she closed her eyes and fought to stay in one position. Strong arms lifted her. She looked up to find Hugh cradling her, a soft look in his eyes. It was so unexpected Caleigh was seized with the fear again that this could easily get out of hand.

He gently laid her on the blankets. The air had grown cool and it was nearly dark. The song of insects filled the air. “Are we safe out here at night in the woods?”

“Nothing can happen to you while you’re with us,” said Hugh, his voice soft and reassuring.

Sterling dug in the picnic basket and pulled out a small, dark bottle. When he uncorked it, the musky scent that wafted up reminded her of the first night with him, when he’d fucked her in the ass. Caleigh moaned.

He pulled out packets of condoms and tossed one to Hugh, who sheathed it over his swollen cock. It was then she realized neither of them had worn one earlier. Hugh had told her he couldn’t get her pregnant, but what about Sterling? She didn't want to ruin the mood and ask. Surely he wouldn’t have taken such a foolish chance, but why were they both unable to father children?

Caleigh’s thoughts returned to the present when they asked her to lie on her stomach. She knew what they were going to do, and she writhed in anticipation. Sterling lay next to her and stroked the side of her breast as Hugh spread her ass cheeks and slipped one warm wet finger inside. He followed that with his cock.

Caleigh could hardly take a breath. It felt so incredible. She buried her face between her crossed arms and ground her pussy into the hard floor with each thrust. Sterling stroked her hair, her back, and her sore ass cheeks. “We painted your back door red, Caleigh.”

“She looks good in red.” Hugh grunted behind her. “And her ass is so fucking tight.”

“Let me have a turn.” Sterling’s voice was thick and low. Caleigh shivered in delight.

She heard the sound of a condom being put on, then Hugh moved, and Sterling took his place. Caleigh didn’t want this evening to end. She’d stay in this boathouse with both men all night if that’s what they wanted. They could fuck her over and over on these musty blankets and this hard floor, and it would feel as fucking fantastic as it did right now.

They each took three more turns, and Caleigh’s ass was beginning to burn inside as much as it had outside from their paddling, but she didn’t say anything. Her orgasm was so close, and if they stopped she might not come. When it finally washed over her, she whimpered for long moments, never wanting the feeling to end.

They pulled off their condoms and turned her on her back. Sterling covered her body with his, kissing her gently. Caleigh clung to him as his bare dick slid inside her pussy. Her orgasm continued while he thrust in and out until tears ran down her cheeks.

When Hugh took his place, his thrusting was gentler this time as well, and Caleigh’s heart fluttered when he reached down and wiped the wetness from her cheeks. “No tears,” he whispered. “Our songbird shall have no reason to cry.”

Caleigh was overcome with emotion. She didn’t know what to make of the subtle change in each man tonight, but she didn’t have the energy to analyze it. They took turns fucking her pussy, until Caleigh lost all sense of time. She was sore and tired. Both men finally came inside her, then she was wrapped in their arms, Hugh in front and Sterling behind. She drifted off to sleep listening to crickets chirp, and the sound of both men breathing softly.

Caleigh woke in her own room but couldn’t remember how she got there. Her mouth tasted like sand, and there wasn’t a spot on her body that didn’t ache. She rolled out of bed, drank three glasses of water, then wrapped a robe around her naked body before padding down to the bathroom at the end of the hall.

What time was it? None of the staff were around, which was unusual. What day was it? She was supposed to perform again on Wednesday. She hoped that wasn’t tonight, because she could barely sit, let alone think about standing on a stage for three twenty-minute sets.

She caught sight of her ass in the mirror and gasped. It was red and puffy. Memories of leaning against the shelves in the boathouse while being paddled with an oar assaulted her senses. Decadent pictures danced in her head, only this time they weren’t the stuff of fantasies. They’d really happened. Both Hugh and Sterling had fucked her silly.

Walking closer to the mirror, she examined the hickeys on her neck, breasts, and between her thighs. The ones on her neck would be difficult to hide on stage. The others she gently touched, as if confirming last night hadn’t been a fantasy.

Caleigh returned to her bed and lay on her side, trying to remember when and how she’d returned to her room. A quick glance at her alarm clock told her why no one was around. It was ten in the morning. Everyone was at work. Her gaze fell on the calendar and she groaned. It
was
Wednesday. How the hell was she going to sing tonight? Should she find Niko or Reeve and tell them she was ill? They’d never believe it. Not after Niko’s warning to her. The last thing she wanted to do was cause a rift between the owners.

She sat up and rested her elbows on her knees, dropping her chin into her hands as she recalled the unpleasant conversation with Niko. She’d have to find him and apologize. They had to work together, after all. She’d been hired to sing with the band, not fuck the owners silly.

But she knew it wouldn’t be that easy. It wasn’t as if she could simply pretend last night hadn’t happened. Add to that the fact she’d felt something for them—both of them—and she hadn’t simply landed in a pickle. She’d managed to dive into the barrel, as Edgar used to say.

He’d chided her in high school for having accidentally made two dates for the same night on more than one occasion. He once accused her of doing it on purpose, but Caleigh had denied it. Now, she wasn’t so sure he hadn’t hit the nail on the head.

She glanced at the dresser where the three letters still sat, unanswered. Edgar didn’t know about these three. She did need to take care of this, and fast. She also hadn’t written Babs at all, but how the hell could she do so now? What would she tell her, that she’d banged two of her employers at the same time? Babs would have a heart attack if she read something like that. At the very least, she’d be convinced that Caleigh had taken leave of her senses.

Caleigh took a quick shower and dressed. She wandered down to the staff dining room, and even though they weren’t quite ready to serve lunch, she talked the cook into making her a sandwich. He tossed an apple and a Coca-Cola on the tray as well, winking at her. She gave him a bright smile and got the hell out of there before he could start a conversation.

Back in her room, she sat at the table and wrote to all three men, thanking them for their marriage proposals, and promising to think about it. The guilt washing over her made her feel queasy. This was wrong. She wasn’t going to think about it. She’d never intended to think about it. She didn’t want to get married, and if she were being honest, she’d never been able to picture herself with messy children clinging to her apron while she cooked dinner for a husband who was due home from work any minute.