Monroe, Marla - Desire for Two (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Marla Monroe

  “Tell us about your life in Memphis,” Clay said. He pulled her legs up into his lap.

  Desire frowned and started to move them back, but he took off her shoes and began to massage her feet through her stockings.

  “Um, there really isn’t anything to say about Memphis. I was born and raised there. Started working at Morgan and Richards as soon as I got out of college and then moved here.”

  Elliot pulled her into his arms and leaned in for a kiss. Clay watched as his lips took possession of hers. She was hesitant at first and actually turned her head, but Elliot was patient and worked his magic on her. Clay smiled.

  As Elliot kissed her, Clay reached up beneath her skirt and unsnapped her garters so he could roll her stockings down her legs. He wanted to touch her silky skin. As soon as she realized what he had done, she tried to sit up, only Elliot had her tight against his chest, nibbling at her neck.

  “What are you doing to me?” she demanded.

  “Seducing you,” Clay told her.

  He once again began to massage her feet, moving swiftly up her legs as she gasped for breath. She had stopped fighting the feeling and relaxed into Elliot’s arms as he kissed, nipped, and sucked on her jaw. His hands came around to unbutton her blouse, slowly, one button at a time. They were giving her plenty of time to say no and mean it. When she didn’t protest this, Clay slid his hands up her legs to her panties and slipped them slowly down her thighs, to her knees, and off her feet. He could smell her warm heat now. It was driving him crazy. He wanted a taste, but needed to let Elliot tease her out of her blouse and bra first.

  “You’re going to ruin me,” she cried.

  “No, we are going to worship you,” they said together.

  Chapter Seven

  Desire shivered as Elliot pulled her blouse from her body. She couldn’t believe she was allowing them to do this to her. Where had her good sense disappeared to? They were using her, and she knew it. Once they were tired of her, she would be out the door. Was it too late to put a stop to it? Would she still lose her job?

  “Relax, Desire. We’re going to make you feel real good. There’s nothing to be worried about,” Clay said.

  She looked down as Elliot’s fingers unsnapped her front closure bra. He peeled back each cup as if unwrapping a toy. He hummed his appreciation and flicked one of her nipples. She couldn’t stop the shiver that traveled down her spine or the quick flash of heat in her womb.

  “The skirt has to come off,” Clay said with a growl.

  “Let’s get her to the bedroom. We can finish undressing her in there.” Elliot stood up then bent over and picked her up from Clay’s lap.

  “Wait, what…” she yelped when Elliot picked her up.

  “It’s okay, Desire. We’re going to take care of you.” Clay walked ahead and opened the door to another room that turned out to be a very large bedroom with an equally large bed.

  He hurried over and pulled the covers to the foot of the bed, and Elliot gently settled her on the bed. She marveled for a few seconds at how good the bed felt. Then the reality hit her that she was in a bed with two very good-looking men who happened to be her bosses. She needed to put a stop to this now, while she had her wits about her.

  “Um, guys. I really need to go home now. I appreciate the dinner. It was lovely, but, oh, God!” Her eyes flew wide as Elliot latched onto her breast and sucked hard on it.

  Clay walked around to the other side of the bed and crawled up to take the other one in his mouth. The twin actions stole whatever more she was going to say right out of her mind and replaced it with moans and groans as someone’s fingers found her pussy lips and teased them.

  “Please.” Why was she begging?

  “Please what, Desire? What do you want me to do to you?” Elliot asked as he pulled and pinched her nipple between his fingers.

  “I don’t know. I can’t think with you doing that,” she panted.

  “Clay, you haven’t really tasted our sweet Desire’s pussy. Why don’t you give her a try?” Elliot took over her other nipple when Clay deserted it for her cunt.

  She followed Clay’s progress as he scooted down the bed and climbed between her legs. He used his broad shoulders to nudge them wide and took a long lick of her pussy lips while watching her watch him. He closed his eyes, an expression of ecstasy crossing his face.

  “Delicious,” he pronounced.

  Elliot began alternately pinching and tugging her nipples as he leaned down to claim her mouth for a kiss. His teeth nibbled at her lower lip, and when she opened her mouth, his tongue slid in alongside hers. It was all too much for her. She whimpered into Elliot’s mouth as a maelstrom of feelings flowed through her body. The maelstrom attacked her weeping pussy, and she knew she was going to come if they did much more. They played her with such mastery that it wouldn’t even take that long to bring her to completion.

  Clay delved deep into her pussy with his tongue and fucked her before pulling out and licking down her slit. He teased her then lapped back up until he came to her aching clit. She knew all it would take was one touch and she would come, but evidently he knew it, too, because he licked around and around it without touching it.

  She whimpered into Elliot’s mouth.

  Elliot pulled back and smiled. “Clay must be teasing you. He loves to tease. Don’t worry, pet. He’ll let you come soon.”

  “It’s too much, Elliot. I can’t stand it.”

  “Yes, you can. Just feel, Desire. Let it all flow over and through you as we make you come as you’ve never come before.”

  Clay’s tongue continued to lick her pussy of its juices. He slowly pushed two fingers inside of her and curled them until he found her hot spot. He hummed his approval when she suddenly squeezed his shoulders with her thighs. He stroked that spot and fucked her with his fingers until she was following him with her hips.

  As if by some mutual agreement they converged on her at the same time. Elliot pinched and pulled on her nipples while Clay rubbed her G-spot and latched onto her clit with his teeth. He sucked on it until she screamed, bucking for all she was worth. By the time she had calmed down, Clay was sucking her cum as fast as he could while Elliot petted and soothed her, whispering sweet words in her ear.

  Desire felt as if a Mack truck had run over her. A sweet ache took over her body, but before she could curl up and go to sleep, Clay was crawling up her body, grabbing a condom from Elliot’s hand and tearing open the wrapper with his teeth. Of course, they hadn’t had theirs yet. She almost grinned, but it took too much out of her to manage it. She wouldn’t be of much use to them now. They would have to do all the work.

  “God, you look so hot when you come, baby,” Elliot said from near her head. “I can’t wait for Clay to see your face when you come again.”

  Again? Were they crazy? She was done.

  “Relax your legs, baby,” Clay said as he picked them up and put them over his shoulder.

  Something tapped her cheek. She opened one eye and saw Elliot’s hard, throbbing cock waiting for her to open her mouth. A drop of pre-cum pearled at the top. She licked her lips and stuck out her tongue to lick it. His salty essence exploded on her tongue. She hummed her approval and opened wide for Elliot to feed his giant cock into her mouth.

  Clay seemed to have waited for her to take Elliot before he slid his dick a few inches inside of her. She moaned around Elliot’s stalk at the stretching sensation as Clay slowly pushed forward. Both of them were huge. Why hadn’t she realized before now just how big they actually were? With every push he managed to gain a little more ground until, finally, he slid all the way inside her wet pussy.

  Desire sucked hard on Elliot’s cock, reaching up to hold onto him at the base with one hand and gently roll his balls with the other. His dick throbbed in her mouth as she ran her tongue around the stalk then pulled up and sucked at the underside of the mushroom-like cap. Then she slipped the tip of her tongue inside the slit to search for another drop of cum. He groaned and grasped her
hair in his hands.

  “That’s right, baby. Suck my cock all the way down.”

  She followed his instructions and swallowed him as far down as she could take him and then swallowed around him, breathing through her nose. He jerked in her mouth.

  “Fuck, yeah!” he said with a growl.

  Clay moved in and out of her in a slow deliberate rhythm as if he could fuck her like that for hours. A warm sensation was slowly building deep in her womb again. His hands massaged her ass cheeks as he held her there. In, out, in, out, over and over, never breaking rhythm as he tunneled into her. She wanted to scream at him to fuck her faster, harder, but had Elliot’s cock in her mouth and couldn’t.

  She concentrated on Elliot to keep her mind off the fast-approaching need in her womb. She let her teeth gently rake over his cock then swirled her tongue around it before swallowing it down hard again. She pumped with her other hand as she sucked on him.

  “Let me, Desire. I won’t hurt you.” Elliot’s voice sounded strained beyond reason.

  She let go of his cock and let him hold her head. He began to slowly pump into her mouth. He soon sped up, but kept a hand at the base of him to keep from choking her. She relaxed her throat and breathed through her mouth so he could have as much of her as she could manage.

  His rhythm began to get shaky and she knew he was about to come. She reached up and gently squeezed his balls in one hand. He shouted out and shot cum down her throat. He jerked in her mouth for several seconds before pulling out and collapsing on the bed above her. He rained kisses along her face and hair as he fought to catch his breath.

  “Fuck, that was perfect. Thank you, Desire, for letting me fuck your mouth like that.”

  “You taste so good, Elliot.”

  “I think you deserve a special treat for that,” Clay told her as he pumped in and out of her pussy.

  “I’m going to make you come again until you can’t breathe.” Clay began to increase his pace.

  “Please, I can’t do that again. I’m too tired.”

  “You’re never too tired for pleasure, Desire.” Clay pumped his massive cock in and out of her cunt.

  That slow burn began to turn into a flicker of a flame. It wouldn’t take much to start another fire burning out of control. Desire didn’t think she could live through another orgasm like the last one.

  “Fuck, your pussy is tight. It’s squeezing my dick like a vise.” Clay began pushing her legs down towards her shoulders and started fucking her harder.

  The harder he fucked the more elusive her climax felt. The fire was roaring now, but it just wasn’t right yet. He growled as she began pushing against him, trying to get a deeper penetration even though he was bumping against her womb already. She needed something else.

  “Help me!”

  “What do you need, baby?” Elliot asked.

  “My breasts, play with my nipples,” she begged.

  Elliot latched on to one of her nipples with his mouth and the other with his fingers. It took her a step closer, but still wasn’t enough. She thrashed back and forth trying to capture whatever it was that was missing.

  “I know what you need, baby,” Clay said panting. “Tell me you’re ours.”

  “What?” She wasn’t sure she heard him right. There was a mild roaring in her ears.

  “Tell us you are ours, Desire,” Elliot whispered next to her ear before going back to sucking on her breast.

  She shook her head no over and over again as she whimpered her need.

  “I can fuck you like this all night, baby. Let me give you what you need. Tell us, Desire.”

  “Okay, okay, I’m yours. I’m yours,” she panted.

  Clay slammed into her twice more then reached between them and pinched her clit. She screamed as she climaxed harder than she had ever come in her life. On and on it went as Clay continued to manipulate her clit and fuck her pussy. Finally he grunted and shouted out her name as he came.

  Desire wasn’t sure what happened after that because she passed out.

  Chapter Eight

  “She’s going to be pissed when she wakes up,” Elliot said.

  “Yeah, probably. She’ll get over it. We gave her the best fucking orgasms she’s ever had.” Clay gently washed between her legs then left her to Elliot.

  Elliot pulled the covers up over them, and watched her as she lay there with her eyes closed and her face lax with sleep. They’d exhausted her. He smiled. She was perfect for them. So damn responsive and she’d trusted him enough to give him her mouth. No one had ever allowed him to fuck their mouth without keeping control. She had trusted him.

  “She still asleep?” Clay asked as he climbed in bed.

  “She’s likely going to sleep the rest of the night.”

  “I’m a little tired myself. She held out a lot longer than I thought she would.” Clay chuckled quietly.

  “We’ve got to convince her to marry us. I don’t care what we have to do,” Elliot said.

  “I agree. I already love her. I want to wake up every morning with her between us.”

  “So we are agreed?” Elliot asked.

  “Hell, yeah. Besides, she already said she belongs to us.”

  “Another reason she’s going to be pissed when she wakes up.” Elliot grinned.

  He couldn’t wait to start their life together, but first, they had to get her used to being around them, used to touching them and being touched by them. Once they managed that, Elliot knew she would be all theirs. Right now, they were all hers, and she didn’t even know it. She could ask just about anything of them and they would move heaven and earth to give it to her.

  “I can’t wait to show her the land and the different plans we’ve picked through. I want to know what she thinks about them,” Clay was saying.

  “That part is going to be tricky. You heard how she worried about doing that. We’ve got to tell her we don’t have time and could care less what it looked like. We just want it to please a woman.” Elliot heard himself say it, but it felt all wrong. They wanted it to please her, not just any woman.

  “Introducing her around to the other people there will get her a little more used to the idea of a ménage relationship too,” Clay added.

  “I hope it will be enough. She’s already balking at being lovers with us because we’re her bosses. I’m sure she thinks we’re just going to use her and replace her.” Elliot rubbed a hand over his face.

  Now he was worried. Maybe they’d gone about this the wrong way. Maybe they should have been up-front with her instead of tricking her into a relationship. He sighed. It was too late now. What was done was done.

  “Why are you suddenly looking so serious?” Clay asked.

  “What if we’ve gone about this the wrong way? What if we should have just been open about what we wanted?”

  “You know where that has gotten us before. I for one am tired of being called a sleazeball and a deviant. We never even got to get to know the woman before she was running in the opposite direction.”

  “Yeah, and the ones who were interested in the ménage idea didn’t want it on a permanent basis. It was all a kick to them.” Elliot rubbed a hand through his hair and looked over at where Desire lay curled on her side.

  “I pray you’re right and this is going to work, because as God is my witness, I love that woman,” Elliot confessed.

  * * * *

  Desire cracked an eye and noticed light coming through a window somewhere. What time was it? She started to turn over but couldn’t move. She was stuck. She opened both eyes and nearly screamed when a pair of eyes gazed back at her from inches away.

  “Morning, baby,” Clay said. “How did you sleep?”

  “What am I doing here? Did I sleep here all night?”

  At his nod, it all came back to her and she cringed. She’d been a total slut. She’d slept with two men—literally.

  “It’s okay, pet,” Elliot said behind her.

  She managed to turn over as he backed up. She stared up
into his eyes and saw that they were relaxed and appeared happy even. She turned to look at Clay again and his looked the same way.

  “Um, guys. I need to get up and get dressed.” She was in so much trouble.

  “There’s no hurry, Desire. Clay’s going to fix you breakfast once he gets out of the shower.”

  “That’s really nice of him, but it’s not necessary. I really should be getting home.”

  “I’ll be out in a few seconds to start on it. Don’t go without having breakfast, please,” he begged.

  “Okay, I’ll stay for breakfast, but I’ve got to go home after that. I can’t believe I slept here.” Desire swallowed and tried to look anywhere but at the two men on either side of her.

  “Of course you slept here. There’s no way we were going to be intimate and then send you home,” Elliot fussed.

  Clay grabbed her and kissed her before jumping out of bed and heading to the shower. Elliot pulled her in close and kissed her a little more thoroughly.

  “Everything’s fine, pet. Don’t worry so much.” Elliot smoothed a hand over her hair.

  “I’m not sure what you expect of me, Elliot,” she confessed.

  “We don’t expect anything of you other than what you already do. Just be yourself and enjoy our relationship. That’s what we’re doing. And don’t think we’re going to just get rid of you later. It’s not going to happen.”

  Desire wasn’t so sure, but just nodded her head in agreement. A few seconds later, Clay walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He grabbed a pair of jeans, and pulled them on after discarding the towel. She got a good look at his ass. It was worth the look. Elliot must have noticed because he chuckled and pinched her ass.

  “Um, I think I’ll take a quick shower myself, if that’s okay?” She didn’t look at him but rolled away to get up on the other side of the bed.