Lacey Temptations [Crave 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Amy J. Hawthorn

  “Come on and spill it, beautiful. I can see the wheels turning behind your eyes.”

  She turned her head to look out the window, releasing her swollen lip from its torture. Not bothering to control the urge to take, he took her jaw in his hand and turned her to face him. Her indecisive eyes met his then closed. Helpless, he dipped in for a kiss. Without hesitation she let him in. Warm, seductive, and sweet, he doubted she knew how much she tempted him. He pulled back and looked into her eyes.

  “I’m waiting. Tell me.”

  “She won’t answer you, or at least give you the answer you want with you coaxing her like a shy mare. She needs a firm hand or else she’ll kick your ass with that innocent shy girl routine she has. She’s probably not even aware that she’s playing you, but she is.”

  “I—” Lacey attempted to speak up but both he and Ryan steamrolled her. Though he hated being rude to her, they were pushing Ryan closer to where he wanted him.

  “You really think you can get her to respond better to you? Prove it.”

  “Guys, I’m not playing—”

  “Like I said, sweetheart, you might not be aware of it, but you are jerking him around. You know what he wants and you refuse to give it to him. What do you call that?”

  Lacey’s features darkened with what he guessed to be a mix of confusion and hurt, making him nauseous. If Ryan took the dick highway, he just might flush a fifteen-year career down the drain and commit murder.

  “Ryan, it’s a hypothetical question. Forget it.”

  “No. If she wants to play games, and you want to play games, then we should go all out and explore this. She wants a dominant man in the bedroom. We know this. Watch.”

  Ryan shut the lid of his laptop on a controlled thud. He took off his glasses and set them on the table and then stood, turned, and sat straddling the chair so he faced its back and them. He beckoned Lacey over with a single crooked finger and crossed his arms on the back of the chair.

  “Come here, gorgeous. We’ve spoiled you far too much. Parker asked you a question and you’ve refused to answer him. We won’t have that.”

  He felt the muscles in her thigh go rock hard. “It’s a very personal question.”

  “Doesn’t matter. You agreed to give yourself to me, and then we included Parker. That means you answer his every question and request. If he wants you to stand naked on the coffee table and recite the alphabet, you will. Now, come here.” Ryan’s will had become an almost palpable thing. Dark and heavy enough that he felt his own will weaken beneath its weight.

  Lacey softened beside him, took a deep breath, and stood. As if she were walking on eggshells, she took slow, almost tentative steps until she stood directly in front of Ryan.

  Ryan gripped the back of her neck in one hand, his thumb under her jaw. Though she towered over his sitting position, there was no doubt who the dominant was. “Now, answer Parker’s question. What do you want most in a relationship?” Lacey didn’t have a chance against those steely, controlling eyes.

  “I want to be important to my man, not something he can just set aside and then pick up again when it’s convenient.”

  “And the rest? I’m not blind. Neither is Parker. He may play an easygoing softie all day long, but there’s a driven, intense man behind the smile. Tell me.”

  Her voice came to him, soft, sweet, and maybe even a touch sad. “I want to be possessed, owned body and soul. I think I want to be dominated. No, I know I need it and may never be complete without a man who can give me that. But I need my man to need me as much as I need him. He needs to want me more than he wants his next breath and it hurts me deep inside because I know I will probably never find that in the real world. The real world is a shitty place and nothing like the books that I sink into every night. Happily ever afters only exist in fiction.”

  He couldn’t stomach the heartache in her voice. He felt something crack deep in his chest. Did she really believe that she would never find happiness? Fuck, if he could, he’d buy it for her. He couldn’t think of a person more deserving of true happiness than Lacey.

  And Ryan could give that to her. Ryan was the man she described.

  “You’ve lost your clothes for the day. Strip, fold them, and place them on the table.” Damn Ryan. Why didn’t he acknowledge Lacey’s desires? Was a kind word too much to ask?

  The silence weighed thick and heavy as Lacey removed her T-shirt and then every sane thought slipped out of his head as she slipped out of her shorts, revealing a skimpy pair of peach panties that revealed the cheeks of her ass in a most delectable way. He nearly swallowed his tongue. His cock jumped, hot and thick. Eager.

  “Turn around and let me see what has Parker so turned on. His eyes just glazed over.”

  When she turned around and faced him he couldn’t help himself and winked at her. The little smile that lit her face lifted his heavy heart. And when Ryan ran a hand over his mouth and fixated on Lacey’s ass? Icing on the cake. He could play hard-ass all day long, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t moved.

  Ryan placed his hands on her hips, hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties, and slid them down in a slow glide. “Lose the bra.”

  When she complied, freeing her breasts, he swiped a hand over his own mouth. Lush and creamy, they made his mouth water. When her nipples hit the cool air and beaded, he forgot his name.

  “Keep your legs straight, bend over, and grab your ankles.” Her eyes widened at the command from Ryan. But she complied and bent over. As she did so, Ryan caressed a hand over the curve of one ass-cheek. His other hand joined in the fun and palmed the other cheek. He leaned, murmured his appreciation, and then bit down.

  Lacey gasped and attempted to stand up. Ryan laid a heavy hand on her back, barring her from standing. Then laid a swift slap across one cheek. A crack sounded a split second before Lacey’s hissed breath. Good girl. She probably knew Ryan was in a dark mood and would be on her toes now.

  “Go into my room, open the bottom drawer of the dresser. Grab the lube, pick a plug, and take both to Parker. Choose wisely.”

  * * * *

  Choose wisely? He wanted her to pick something that would be stuck up her backside and she was supposed to choose wisely? That wasn’t even the craziest part. She was going along with it. Had she lost her mind or stepped into another dimension?

  She stepped out of the panties pooled around her ankles and without meeting either one of their stares, she walked to Ryan’s room with every ounce of grace she could muster. She shut the door behind her and took a deep breath and leaned with her back against the cool surface. She knew the guys and especially Ryan wouldn’t wait long but she needed a moment free from the tension. Something big was going on between the two of them and she hoped like hell it wasn’t a jealousy thing. Each time the three of them spent time together the tension doubled. Her biggest fear since Parker had become a part of their arrangement had been that she might come between the two friends. They needed each other and she wouldn’t be the cause of conflict between them.

  She suspected the longer she took, the darker Ryan’s mood would become. She went to his dresser and opened the drawer. Inside, laying in an ordered row on top of a neat white towel, were three plugs. The smallest one, on the left, was the one she’d worn last night. Ryan must have cleaned and replaced it in the wee hours of the night while she’d been out cold. She remembered the odd pleasure wearing it had given her. And when the guys had taken her with it inside her? Her body went warm and liquid at the memory.

  Yeah. Definitely unforgettable.

  The middle one was almost twice the diameter of the first, and a little longer. Tapered at one end, and wider at the other, it sent ripples of heat through her. If it was almost double the size, would it hurt or could it give her double the pleasure?

  She wished Ryan hadn’t taken her panties. At this rate her arousal would be impossible to hide. Her body remembered their touch and it knew what that hard glint in Ryan’s eyes meant. He’d take her to heaven, but
he’d put her through sensual hell first.

  The last plug in line was a beast. Well, at least to her, a novice of the lowest order, the long, thick plug was the same color and shape as the first two, but that’s where the similarity ended. It dwarfed the other two. People actually put these inside their asses?

  But then again as she took a serious look, it was actually a little bit narrower than Parker’s cock. Almost the same length as Ryan’s, it would reach deep inside her. And she’d entertained the idea of trying anal sex with one of them if the opportunity arose.

  But damn, it was big.

  And the guys waited for her to decide.

  The second plug was the obvious choice. One step up from her initiation last night, it would be the sensible choice. It would stretch her a little more than last night’s had and no doubt the guys knew how to exploit that and turn it into heaps of pleasure for her.

  But was it taking the easy way out? Probably.

  And Ryan knew that, damn it.

  If she wanted to go all the way and have a full ménage experience with both men it was past time to take the final leap and commit. She’d been playing at this dominance and submission routine and that wasn’t fair to someone like Ryan. For him it was real.

  And that’s what this decision was about. It was all or nothing time.

  She reached for the largest plug, heaven help her, and grabbed the lubricant that lay in the back of the drawer.

  Putting one foot in front of the other, she went out into the living room and straight to Parker. He took one look at what she held out to him and looked to her. Then he looked down at her hands again and then a big smile spread across his face, giving her a small dose of relief.

  “That’s my girl.” His easy smile reassured her that she’d done the right thing and hadn’t bitten off more than she could chew. If he was smiling at her, then he had confidence that she could handle whatever was coming.

  “Lacey, bend over the arm of the couch and put that ass up in the air. Parker, you know what to do.” Oh god. Ryan wasn’t playing around. There would be no more pretty words and coddling. The time had come to own it or walk away.

  She bent over.

  “Parker, put it in and then give her ten good swats. She’s earned them and since she refused to answer you, you get the privilege.” Oh damn. She wanted to look to Ryan, but couldn’t make herself raise her head. She pressed her face into the softness of the pillow and shamelessly used her hair as a shield.

  “We want to see your pretty face. I need to watch your cues when we begin and he’ll want to see you flush with pleasure. Don’t take that from him.” Parker’s gentle hand swept her hair out of her face, letting the light in. He guided her head until she was facing Ryan’s dark, unreadable face.

  She was caught beneath their stares, as naked on the inside as she was on the outside.

  Parker moved to stand behind her. There was a pause, a rustle, and then she felt the touch of a hand against one cheek, spreading her open and baring everything to him. She sucked in a breath when a wet cool finger touched then pushed and entered her with a steady pressure.

  Hot, intense pressure grabbed and filled her as a second finger joined the first.

  “Ryan, you should come and see. Her pussy is so ripe and ready. Whether she knows it yet or not, her body likes the hell out of this. My cock is ready to bust through my jeans, just thinking about how delicious her heat will feel wrapped tight around it.” While Parker’s words painted vivid images, he was careful with his hands. “I think she’ll take this plug like a pro and make it look easy, won’t you, sweetheart?”

  He used his fingers and added more lubricant, then they left her body. Her eyes were locked on the silent male sitting across the room. Parker might have been the one with his hands on her body, but Ryan commanded her attention.

  Even when she felt the tip of the plug enter her body, Ryan held her focus. Her pussy was hot, soaking wet and hungry. She was tempted to touch her breasts in an attempt to speed things along, but trapped in his gaze, she could do nothing unless he told her to.

  “Take a deep breath and relax, love.” And she did so because Ryan told her to. When it came to this, he owned her and because he’d given her to Parker, so did his friend. She did as Ryan commanded and on cue, Parker gave the plug a final little push filling her. It slid home and the dark pressure possessed her. “Breathe, Lacey, breathe through it.”

  She’d barely taken two slow breaths when a sharp tap landed directly over the exposed end of the plug, sending a shockwave of intense burning ecstasy from her ass straight to her pussy. Two sharp, quick, smacks landed high on one cheek. A single hard smack landed low on the opposite cheek. The fiery sting tingled all the way to her knees. A fifth landed high on that same cheek. She tensed, bracing herself for a blow on the opposite, but after a short pause, it landed in the middle of the other, then one, two, three blows came rapid-fire on the opposite. By her count one remained.

  She wasn’t sure there was one square inch of her cheeks that wasn’t tingling. He’d proven there was no way to predict when and where the next—

  Smack. Right on her exposed pussy. She’d all but forgotten it was on full display, but when that slap landed directly below the plug, jarring it and snapping the outer lips of her sex, it was a stark reminder that these men had access to any part of her. When it came to matters of pleasure, they owned her.

  Ripples of bliss rode through her in hard, punishing waves.

  And Ryan’s dark chocolate gaze never left hers.

  “Now Parker’s going to sit in the recliner and you’re going to get on your knees and give him the blowjob of his life. You’ll keep your knees spread so I can see the plug that fills your gorgeous ass. With every move you make you’ll feel it and you’re going to imagine one of us filling your ass with a hard cock while the other fills your pretty little pussy. You won’t be able to breathe, you’ll be so packed full of hard cock.”

  Parker leaned over her back, tucked a hand under her belly, and skimmed it up to one breast. He palmed it, tugged on the nipple, and held it firmly as he wrapped the other arm around her waist and used it to help her stand. He kissed her on her shoulder and then walked to the chair. He unfastened his jeans and removed them altogether. He ditched his shirt, baring every heavily muscled inch of his body.

  He gave her that easy smile of his that always made his blue eyes brighten and sat, making room for her between his thick, muscled legs. The recliner was only on the far end of the couch and couldn’t be more than fifteen feet away, yet the distance loomed. No doubt, each step taken would be sensual torture but she was determined to make the walk with grace.

  With her head held high and her spine straight, she took her first step and then her second. And yeah, with each lift of her leg and step forward, the large plug shifted, mimicking the motions of sex. Rhythmic, hot, sweaty sex. Yet she knew, no matter how well the plug fit her, no matter how wet and hungry her pussy had become, the toy would be no match for these two men. They had the power to destroy her with not only their bodies but their words.

  She’d only crossed half the distance and each step had pushed her a notch closer to orgasm. If she was lucky she’d get one before she made it to Parker.

  “I would think you’d know better, but just in case, to be clear, you are not to orgasm until one of us tells you.” Shit. And they’d know. There would be no hiding it from them, especially Ryan.

  She finally found herself standing before Parker. And she had to drop and kneel. Ryan watched her every move and he’d expect grace and perfection. Any Dom would and that’s what she owed him. She widened her stance, hoped it was enough and tensed to kneel. The pressure-pleasure from the plug nearly doubled as she bent her knees and dropped to them as slowly as possible. When they finally touched the rug beneath the chair, she wanted to sigh in relief, but she contained it and got right to business.

  Taking Parker’s cock by the base in one hand, she curled her fingers of the other i
n the short crisp hairs and licked him from base to tip. She took the large, swollen head in her mouth and hummed.

  “Wider, Lacey. Spread your knees farther apart and take him deeper. ” She spread her knees about eight inches farther than they already were, which in turn lowered her closer to the ground. She suspected Ryan knew what the result would be.

  She had to raise her up each time she slid her mouth down on Parker’s cock. And with each up and down motion, she felt her nerve endings tortured by the plug. Parker groaned and his hips bucked in short up and down motions. The salty taste of his pre-cum filled her mouth. All male, it tasted exactly like a man should.

  Thick, rock hard and potent, he filled her mouth. His pleasured groans filled her with the satisfaction of knowing she was giving him as good as he’d given her with the plug and the spanking.

  A heavy presence arrived behind her just before she felt Ryan’s hands on her hips. His hard hands rubbed over the heated flesh of her ass, smoothing away the last remnants of the burn.

  Clothing rustled behind her, followed by the crinkle of a package. Those big hands returned to her hips and tilted her pelvis back. A large finger entered her pussy as if testing her readiness. She could have told him it was a wasted effort. She was slick with need. Every cell in her body ached, but her pussy was a quivering mess of desire.

  Without a word, Ryan lodged the thick head of his cock at the entrance to her body. Both hands slid up her sides and under to find her heavy breasts. Cupping them both, with her nipples between his fingers, he pushed home in one hard thrust.

  “Don’t lose him. If his cock comes out of your mouth, I’ll take mine away from you.” He expected her to keep this up, and finish Parker like he deserved while he pounded into her with those deep, long thrusts she loved?

  “You’re doing great, love. I’m close and I know he won’t last long in that tight pussy of yours. Suck harder. Yeah, you got it.” Parker’s low rumble always had an effect on her, but when he was aroused, the wicked timbre of his voice made her knees weak and her body boneless.