Three Men and a Woman: Annabelle (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (12 page)

He let her see his smirk. She could give him attitude if she wanted, but he’d heard her say yes there in the kitchen.

And he’d seen it. She’d gotten off—way off—having three men fuck her.

“How about if we include me in that group? Rowen, Kevin, or Braeden?”

She paused a minute for a long breath, and Braeden was amazed at just how keen he was to get the response he wanted.

And then she gave it. “The answer is the same.”

He took that in. It settled in his chest, a good solid feeling of gratitude and pleasure. And fucking triumph, which, given the amused look on her face, was what she saw.

His cock took a happy leap of glory, and she saw that, too.

“Just how hard do you like to play?”

“I don’t seem to know the answer to that yet.”

She was a bright little cunt. And game. He got an unexpected kick from her wry tease. “I’m starting to like you, Annabelle.”

“The jury’s still out about you, Braeden.”

They shared a grin, and he started to stroke himself. That pussy was fucking tempting. “You gonna get all bent out of shape if I start calling you cunt or bitch in the heat of things?”

She raised her eyebrows. “I don’t know. How hard will you be fucking me at the time?”

He couldn’t lose the grin. “Fucking hard.”

“Then I probably won’t notice.”

He nodded. “I’ll make sure of it.” He took one last look at her cunt. “I am going to fuck that hard. But there’s one thing I want you to do first.”

As much as he wanted that cunt, he couldn’t get out of his head the picture of her taking Ro’s cock down her throat.

He was sure she knew what he wanted, but she waited for him to say it.

“Come here and suck my dick.”

She sat up with a knowing look, unsurprised. Her abs were very toned, slim and a bit ripped, despite that fucking rack she had and those generously curved hips. She crawled toward him until she reached the edge of the bed. He stepped back to let her sit. Then he moved forward to give her tits a little attention. He palmed them, squeezing and massaging a bit, then started rolling her nipples between thumbs and fingers.

She liked it. She made breathy little noises and looked at his dick like she wanted her mouth on it. God, she was a natural, one-woman fuck party.

“Go ahead and take it, darlin’. I can see you want it.” He put a hand behind her head and pulled her forward. She went easily to her knees. He loved looking down at her while she took his dick with both hands, stroking him. Then she licked her lips, wetting them so when she brought him to her mouth, she was already moist and slick. He groaned as he slid into that hot space, arching back to let her have it all.

She used a lot of suction and tongue, making him want to lose himself right there.

Just barely, he brought himself back from the edge. He looked down to watch again, keeping her head close with one hand and working her tit again with the other.

“Christ, you’re good,” he said. He’d have thought she was a pro, despite Kev’s denial, except she so clearly enjoyed herself. This wasn’t her job. It was her freaking calling.

“Take all of me,” he urged her then. “Like you did Ro. I know you can do it.” So he was just a bit bigger than Ro. It was hardly enough to count.

She slid her hands up and down his length while she circled her tongue around the head, getting him nice and slick. Then she leaned forward. At the invitation, he gripped her head with both hands and went down her throat.

He couldn’t take much before he wanted to come. Arching back, he almost yowled with it. He gave it just a couple deep strokes before he pulled out.

“Stop,” he said, and was a little chagrined that his voice croaked. “Get back on the bed. Open your pussy for me. I’m going to fuck you. Hard, just like I promised.”

The compliant honey, freaking siren that she was, quietly lay back on the bed and spread her legs again. She watched him with her blue eyes gone dark, filled with hot excitement and just a tinge of untrusting uncertainty. So she had a little bit of doubt about him. That wouldn’t keep him from fucking her brains out. In fact, it was an added turn on, a challenge he was determined to meet.

He’d make her want it. Want him.

All in all, it was just a bit too hot for him. Braeden realized he could practically get off just looking at her. One good jerk with his own hand would do it. He wouldn’t last a minute in her pussy.

And he realized he didn’t want that. He wanted to erase that little bit of doubt from her mind. He wanted her craving, desperate, begging wholeheartedly for him to fuck her.

She said she hadn’t reached the limits yet of her willingness for sex play.

He’d find out.

Taking his time, needing to cool himself as much as anything, he slowly walked to the dresser where he’d dropped his flight bag. She watched him, and he watched her pussy, as he moved.

He zipped the bag open and pulled out a silk tie. He’d only brought the one. He’d have to raid Ro’s closet before the meeting he had with a Broadway producer in the morning.

What the hell. Sacrifices had to be made.

He slid the tie through his fingers as he walked back to bed. He could see she was already panting, holding back the moans. God, she was a freaking hell of a fuck-toy.

“Put your hands over your head.”

She couldn’t hold back
that
moan. And he didn’t even try to hold back his satisfied grin.

With a little catch of her breath, she raised her hands up. Braeden knelt on the bed and tied one wrist. Then he looped the tie through a spindle of the headboard. Leave it to Ro to provide good, sturdy props for sex games.

He yanked the tie a bit, pulling her one arm higher, and tugged the other one up so he could secure it, too. Her breath was a little keen now she couldn’t hold back at all.

Without speaking he walked back around to the foot of the bed. Her raised arms had her back arching a bit, thrusting her juicy tits up like they were waiting for him to feast. Each jagged breath she took lifted them a little further.

She’d left her legs open for him, her pussy on display. That called to him, too, all moist and ready for him.

Well, he was more than ready for her.

He crawled onto the bed. He put his knees right at her ass and spread them apart so her legs splayed out. Her cunt was open to him, completely at his mercy. Then he leaned over her, putting his weight on his hands. He looked down at her before he burrowed into her hair to whisper in her ear.

“You wish you didn’t want me to fuck you. But you do, don’t you? You’re begging for my hard cock to fill you up.”

She shook her head, but she didn’t fool him. He would hear the want in her moan.

His cock, hard as a flagpole, rested right against her clit, and he gave her a little rub. “Liar.”

Her body writhed, making the most of the way his cock stimulated her. She moaned again, a mix of denial, frustration, and want.

“Say it.” He nudged her, sucking at her earlobe, biting just a little. “Say it, Annie. Say you want it. Tell me to fuck you.”

“Braeden,” she said, pressing her head back against his. “Braeden, please.”

It was a whimper, a needy plea. And not quite enough.

He gave her clit a long stroke with his cock. He moved his head back so he could see her, those blue eyes burning with desire.

One more stroke and she cried out.

She turned her head away, but she said it. “Fuck me.”

With a grunt of satisfaction he followed and took her mouth hard. He grazed with lips and teeth and forced her mouth open. He went in, thrusting with his tongue, almost coming again as he used her mouth the way he wanted his cock to use her pussy.

Without hesitation she kissed him back, drawing him in, using her own tongue. Her pelvis rocked, humping herself against his cock. They were both groaning, their need hard and lusty.

Eventually, he remembered that other feast and tore his mouth away. He backed down her just enough to nuzzle her breasts. He rubbed his face into them, then grabbed a nipple and gave her a hard suck. It was hot and sweet, and he drew on it like a newborn calf. He moved his head, tugging the breast around with him, until the suction broke. She squeaked a little at that.

“God, I love your tits,” he murmured, nuzzling into them again. “No one in California has tits like these without plastic.” He found the other nipple and gave it a good suck, too. “But these are all real, aren’t they?” He could tell that they were, soft and firm at the same time, God’s gift to any man lucky enough to get his hands or mouth on them.

And a gift to her, too. He could tell she loved the stimulation, knew she wasn’t even trying to smother her groans now. He dropped his weight onto one arm so he could use a hand to work her other breast. He massaged and squeezed, then rolled the nipple good and hard.

Braeden’s own body was every bit as primed as hers was now. He was going to have to get in her pussy damn quick if he didn’t want to just come all over her.

He let go of her tit to grab his cock. He rubbed himself over her opening, lubing himself up in her juice. He tried pressing in. She was wicked tight, and his cock distended her so much that she grimaced.

“Ow,” she said, but still she rocked a bit, like she wanted him in.

“You can take it, my little honeybitch,” he coaxed. Usually, he took the time to romance his fucks a bit. Somehow, she pushed him to crudeness.

He tried again, pushing against the tightness until he got the head of his dick past her opening. She whimpered just a bit with that.

Then he couldn’t help himself. She was so hot, so tight, he couldn’t hold back. He thrust all the way in, again and again. He pulled at her a bit, he knew, until finally her hot desire had his whole shaft coated and lubed. Then he could thrust easily, sinking deep, burying himself in her hot pussy.

He pumped into her, squeezing her ass to bring her legs up around him, then going back to manhandle her tits.

She was hot. He knew he had her worked up. But she was holding back. And even though he was ready to explode into her on, like, the third thrust, well, that just made him mad.

“You’re trying not to come, aren’t you? You’re trying to prove you don’t want me.” He ground it out through clenched teeth, right at her ear. “It won’t work, my sweet little bitch. I won’t let you hold out against me.”

Gritting his teeth, Braeden fucked her hard. “You’re so hot I could have made you come just by sucking your tits.” He sank deep into her with each thrust, working her G-spot, filling her full. He squeezed her nipple hard and yanked on it, tugging along with each lunge.

“Come,” he urged her, just barely keeping the whole bitch thing behind his teeth this time. “Come, goddammit.”

“No,” she said.

It became a chant then, he bidding her to come, she repeating her refusal. “No. No.”

But she was clenching around him, milking him with her cunt, and he knew he was winning. He dug in with his knees, thrusting even harder, faster. His one word instruction to her came louder.

And then each “no” became more than a word, more than a refusal. It became a wail and then a scream.

“No, no, no!”

She spasmed then, hard. Her body wracked like she was going to lift off from the bed like a rocket, even with his full weight on top of her. Her cunt tightened unbelievably around him, setting off an orgasm like he’d never had before. Totally beyond his control, his body humped into that fucking heaven, heaving and thrusting wildly. His cum shot into her, slicking up his final fucks.

A roar left his throat that felt like it had been torn from his balls. He couldn’t stop grinding into her, even as he collapsed down onto her, even as her screams died down to long, ragged moans and then finally feeble whimpers.

He couldn’t get enough air. He was clenched around her, his arms clutching her head, his thighs wedged up under her ass, so that his body surrounded, held hers.

She seemed to have the same trouble breathing. Like his, each breath was raw, hungry for air.

He rocked a little, soothing himself or her, he wasn’t sure.

Gradually they came down. He lifted his head to look at her.

She had her eyes closed. Her face was soft, like she was falling off to sleep already.

She looked beautiful. Like a satiated, well-fucked woman. Like a well-loved woman.

He stopped at that thought, opening his eyes wide. He didn’t want to think about it, but he was pretty sure he’d used words besides “bitch” and “cunt.” It was possible he’d used “sweetheart” and, well, another that for sure didn’t bear thinking about. One that started with “l.” No, that so wasn’t going to happen.

Swallowing hard, he made every effort to regroup. She had a hot pussy and had just given him the fuck of his life. That didn’t mean he was going to fall in love with her.

Without all that much gentleness, he disengaged. With a quiet murmur, she rolled over to her side, away from him. Watching her with a little suspicion that to his mind was entirely justified, he untied one wrist. She tucked her hands up under her face, like she was all ready for the sleep of the innocent.

He didn’t think she was so innocent.

In fact, he’d do better to think of her as devil-woman.

He retrieved a couple pillows from where they’d got knocked off the bed. He tucked them up under his head then pulled the covers back over them both. Very careful not touch her, he waited for sleep.

Annabelle moaned quietly when Rowen came and lifted her out of Braeden’s bed. She looked back once before he carried her away.

Braeden watched, his blue surfer-boy eyes glittering in the dark.

She couldn’t help circling her arm—silk tie still dangling from it—around Ro’s shoulder and whimpering a little into his chest.

She was fucked.

Well, yeah, she had
been
fucked, and how.

Her body had felt like it exploded, disintegrated, with that orgasm Braeden had fucked into her. She felt like pieces of her were still floating in the cosmos, perhaps drifting away forever like so much space junk.