Shannon's Fairy-tale Foursome [Sweet Serenity 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Mia Ashlinn

  He hissed.

  She threw her head back, moaning loudly.

  He dropped his hands to her ass, using her cheeks to pull her up and down on his cock.

  “Oh, Drew,” she cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Fuck me harder. Please.”

  He responded to her broken plea, thrusting brutishly inside her hot pussy. His hips picked up speed, plunging deeper and harder. She welcomed his every hard thrust, her cunt softening and her juices drenching his dick.

  His lips captured hers once again, kissing her with a savageness he didn’t even know he possessed. Their kiss went on and on until he couldn’t breathe and neither could she. He pulled away regretfully. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

  He halted his thrusts and stormed across the room with his dick still buried inside her. He lowered her body onto the couch before following her down and resuming his attack on her cunt. With a groan, he told her, “You’re perfect. I love fucking your pussy, but I need to fuck your ass. I need to pump into your hot, tight hole, knowing you love it as much as I do. I want to hear your screams, and I want you to come with my cock balls-deep in your ass. Then I want to pour every ounce of my cum into you with the knowledge that you surrendered your body to me. Can I fuck your asshole, Shannon?” Unable to help himself, he changed his angle of entry and pounded into her as he waited for her answer.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  He didn’t give her a chance to change her mind. He pulled his overly sensitized cock out of her pussy, letting loose a hiss of his own as his swollen flesh brushed against her velvety walls. “Stand up,” he ordered, his voice sounding raspy and uneven. “And lean over the end of the couch.”

  She sat up slowly, her glassy eyes blinking rapidly and darting around the room as if she was lost, then got to her feet. She moved to the end of the couch and leaned over the arm just as he’d instructed. “Like this?”

  He glanced over at her, taking in her heavenly body as she settled into the submissive position. With her body bent across the arm, she’d opened her legs wide and braced them on the floor. She’d stuck her cute ass up in the air and smashed her breasts against the fabric. Her head hung low which caused her flaming hair to spill down and cover her face. He broke out in a sweat as precum seeped from his slit. Fuck, she’s perfect.

  “Yes,” he choked then stalked hastily across the room. He pulled a travel-sized bottle of lubricant from his pant pocket then moved back toward her.

  She flashed him a naughty grin and teased, “You had that in your pocket all through dinner, and you waited this long to fuck me? I must be losing my touch.”

  Drew growled. “No, I was trying to be good and give you the date of a lifetime.” He stepped in behind her. “Munchkin, I know that we’ve been preparing you for a week, but this may still be uncomfortable.”

  “If you’re fucking me, I think I can handle it.”

  “Good.” He pulled her cheeks apart, studying the prettiest rosette he’d ever laid eyes on. “Damn.” He wanted to say more, but he couldn’t. His brain was on much more crucial things like pushing his dick inside her and fucking her until she screamed his name loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear.

  Flipping open the lid of the lube, he poured a generous amount between her cheeks and watched the fluid run down her crack and over her virginal asshole. The clear liquid continued on its path, making its way to the bottommost tip of her sodden pussy before dribbling onto the bathroom floor tiles. A tiny shudder ran through her body, and she groaned, her sweet voice nearly inaudible.

  He ran his finger through the narrow crevice in her ass, gathering up enough lube to make his finger slick, and she whimpered. “Drew, please. Don’t tease me.”

  “Like you teased me all night?” he asked darkly with an edge to his tone that apparently made her hotter.

  She quivered, little chill bumps appearing all over her creamy skin. “Drew,” she pleaded in a voice that broke his restraint, and he knew that she’d won this round.

  He moved his finger inward and drew a small circle around the outer edge of her rosette, smiling when her hole quivered. “I think someone likes that.”

  She sighed softly.

  He pressed his finger against her tiny opening and pushed inside before he retreated then tunneled his finger back in. He continued his movements, focusing on tormenting each nerve ending in her rectum as he dragged his finger backward and forward.

  Her body went slack, relaxing against the arm of the sofa with a moan. She was ready for a little more, and he was ready to push her. He wound his arm around her hip, slipped his left hand through her slippery folds and went for her clit. He stroked the swollen nub, evoking a scream from her. She jerked violently, her head whipping around. Their eyes met, and he could see the passion swirling in her brown-gold eyes. “More.”

  Without breaking eye contact, he drove a second finger into her ass then a third. He only gave her a second to adjust before stretching the walls of her rectum with his fingers.

  Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she exclaimed, “Fuck!”

  He chuckled, his body demanding to give her what they both needed, and then pulled his fingers out of her ass. “Okay, munchkin. You don’t have to ask me twice.” He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some on his throbbing cock before rubbing his shaft down with it. He positioned himself at her rear entrance, pausing for a moment to take a deep, cleansing breath. “I feel as though I’ve waited forever to do this.” He somehow managed to get the words out before prodding her hole and gently easing the head of his cock inside.

  She hissed, her body tensing.

  “Breathe, Shannon,” he murmured as he leaned forward and kissed her spine softly. “Just breathe.”

  “Mmmm,” she hummed. “Don’t stop. I’m fine, I promise.”

  He continued to invade her ass, making small rocking motions and moving slowly so she could adjust. When he reached the tight ring of muscles, he crooned, “Shan, this is the hard part. I need you to push back for me.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut, her brow furrowing as concentration lined flushed face, but she did exactly what he said. He immediately slipped past her sphincter, and she whimpered, but he could hear the desire in the soft sound. There was no pain, at least, not enough for her to call a halt to what he was doing to her.

  “You’re doing beautifully,” he told her, holding himself in check so he didn’t push her body too far, too fast. “I love you, munchkin. I never knew I could love you any more than I already did, but I was wrong.”

  “Ditto,” she countered.

  He sucked in a sharp breath and attempted to focus on anything other than the snug walls stretching around him and the tiny, ripples the muscles made as he burrowed deeper. He tried to take his time, and he tried to go slow to let her acclimate to his size. It was the right thing to do, but he only managed to hold back for a minute.

  When she arched and pushed her whole body back, spearing herself with his cock, he knew he couldn’t take any more. “Shannon, I can’t hold back.”

  She panted, “Don’t care. Fuck me.”

  “My pleasure.”

  He withdrew then drove his unyielding erection back inside her. He latched onto her hips and held her tightly to him, allowing his body to take over. His plunges fired rapidly into her narrow channel, and she grunted.

  Her fingers bit into the arms of the couch as she tried to keep herself balanced, and her body shook with each invasion of his cock into her ass. She writhed and arched underneath him, her lust driving him to push her further, to give her more. One moan after another escaped her mouth, each moan growing louder than the last.

  Her rectum tightened and quaked around his shaft. It was all he could do to not come at that very second. With a growl, he reached around her and cupped her ample breasts. He exerted pressure, pulling her upward so she was no longer lying across the arm of the couch but leaning against him.

  He forced his hips upward, fucking her fiercely without
an ounce of control. He palmed each breast, his thumbs tormenting her nipples with remorseless tugs. “Shannon,” he keened as he dropped one hand to her saturated pussy and grasped her clitoris between two fingers. He plunged into her ass as far as he could go then pinched the distended nub at the same time as her nipple.

  “Oh, God,” she yelled, her whole body shuddering underneath his. “Drew!”

  “Shannon,” he shouted as he gave himself over to the ecstasy raging inside him. His cock expanded, growing in size until he felt as though he would explode. Then he did. His cum left his body in thick, hot jets and emptied into hers.

  His cock pulsated in her ass, and he knew he should release her so they could return to the table. But he couldn’t find the willpower to pull away from her, not now and maybe not ever. His body knew its other half, and it clung to her, refusing to let go.

  Her body went slack, and he had to hold her up. It was the most wonderful feeling he’d ever experienced. His stubborn woman relied on him. She needed him. It was as if they were the only people in the world—even if only for a moment.

  Damn, life’s good.

  Chapter 24

  Shannon strolled back into the dining room of Dolce Serenità on Drew’s arm with her head held high and a satisfied smile plastered on her face. She knew she looked silly, and she knew that everyone had heard them. But she didn’t give a damn. Any woman who’d been fucked up against a bathroom wall by the man she loved had the right to look and act however she wanted to. And, at this very moment, she wanted the world to know how proud she was to be the Dalton brothers’ woman.

  As they neared their table, Drew leaned down and spoke into her ear, his hot breath momentarily distracting her from his question. “Still want dessert, munchkin?”

  “Um, yes,” she admitted breathlessly as she licked her still-tingling lips. “I really am famished now. Do you mind if we stay?”

  “No, but you better hurry it up. Jared and Randy are going to want something to eat, and I guarantee they don’t have potato chips on the dessert menu.”

  She snorted and teased, “You just had to go there, didn’t you, Studley?”

  Her inside voice came off louder than intended, and she caught the undivided attention of several restaurant patrons. Instead of feeling embarrassed, as she normally would, she grinned at each person, and of course, everyone smiled right back at her. She got several winks, a couple of wiggled eyebrows, and one thumbs-up sign. Hell, Ella even held up a napkin with a number ten on it.

  Damn, I love this town. She couldn’t seem to remember why she had tried so damn hard to not fit in, why she’d avoided becoming friends with the people who lived here. It doesn’t matter anymore because that is going to end now. He’s dead, and I will be damned if he will haunt me from the grave. I’m safe and so is everyone else.

  When they got within earshot of their table, Randy asked optimistically, “Go where? Home?”

  Abruptly, Jared pushed his chair back, the legs scraping across the marble mosaic tiles, and stood up. “We’ve already paid the bill, so we’re ready to go,” he announced.

  “No,” Drew objected then pulled her chair out for her and helped her situate herself into it. “Shannon wants dessert, and she’s going to get it.”

  “Oh, I’ll give her dessert all right,” Randy declared with a wicked grin that had her squirming in her seat. “But if she wants to eat something sweet here first, I’m game.”

  “Randy,” Shannon admonished with a wink. “Behave.”

  “Behave?” Randy inquired with false innocence. “I don’t believe that word is in my dictionary.”

  “Why don’t you just bite me, ass—”

  “Shannon. Don’t fan the flames right now unless you want another round in the bathroom,” Drew warned her.

  “Oh, could we?” Shannon asked, excited, hopeful, and horny all rolled into one. I’m ready if you guys are.

  Jared whistled.

  “Shit,” Randy cursed with a broad, and very naughty, grin. “We’ve created a monster.”

  I’ll show him “monster.” She shimmied off her heels, abandoning them under the table, and lifted her feet to Randy’s lap. She rubbed his stiff cock through his pants, murmuring to him in her sultriest voice, “You say that like it’s a bad thing, Romeo.”

  Randy’s eyes lowered, and he groaned as she turned up the heat, grinding her foot into his crotch. “Not a bad thing,” he half said, half panted.

  “Glad you like it.”

  With a growl, Jared snatched her hand from her lap and placed it on his. “I want some of that, princess.”

  “I think that can be arranged,” she murmured, cupping Jared’s thick cock through the fabric of his jeans and squeezing his shaft gently.

  Jared’s hips jerked, and he hissed, “Shannon.”

  “That’s my name,” she reminded Jared playfully as she massaged him with the palm of her hand. Two sexy, masculine groans filled her ears, and she felt her juices gathering in response.

  Their lust empowered her, and she permitted her hand and foot to descend further, journeying between their legs until she came to a standstill next to both of their balls. She palmed Jared while caressing Randy with her foot. “I’m feeling cold. Anyone feel up to a trip to the coat closet to get my jacket?”

  Jared reached out and grabbed her, hauling her out of her chair and onto his lap. “I can warm you up right here,” he promised her as he nuzzled her neck.

  “Not the way I want you to,” Shannon retorted, angling her head to the side so he had better access to her neck.

  “I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Randy disagreed.

  Drew grunted, turning a deaf ear to her sensual byplay with his brothers, and waved at the waitress. Mel quickly made her way over to their table, and he gave her a welcoming smile when she walked up to them.

  Mel smiled back at him shyly. “Hi, Drew. It’s so nice to see you.”

  Jealousy surged to the forefront of her mind. Reasonably, she knew there was nothing going on between these two, but she couldn’t help it, and it pissed her off. She couldn’t bear to be jealous when she had no basis for the pain-in-the-ass emotion. She squashed her irrational feelings down and asked with a forced smile, “How have you been, Mel? How’s Holly?”

  Mel’s face lit up. “Oh! She’s doing amazing here, Shannon. She loves living in a new place.”

  Her five-year-old daughter, Holly, was an absolute doll, and the whole town adored her. Shannon couldn’t hold back a genuine smile this time, and she wouldn’t have anyway. If she had a child that was as sweet and adorable as Holly, she would be blessed.

  “That makes me so happy,” Shannon responded earnestly. “She’s such an amazing little girl. Everyone loves having her here.”

  Mel’s eyes fell to the floor, her face coloring even deeper. “Thank you. Um, can I take your order? I, ugh, have to get back to work.”

  “Sure, we would like one of everything on the dessert menu,” Jared told Mel with an easy smile while pulling Shannon tighter against him. I could get used to this. Mel scribbled down their order and vanished as fast as her feet would carry her.

  When she was gone, Jared turned his smile on her. He went from easygoing to indulgent as he looked at her. “I’ve heard that you always wanted to order the whole menu but wouldn’t do it.”

  Her heart pitter-pattered in her chest, and she found herself grinning from ear to ear. “You’ve been talking to Jaycee.”

  “Of course, princess,” Jared responded, tipping her chin up and kissing her tenderly. “We wanted tonight to be perfect for you.”

  Tears filled her eyes, making her visions swim until she couldn’t see his handsome face anymore. No one had ever cared enough for her to do something so small yet so special. No one had cared enough about her—period. “Thank you,” she said simply as she wiped the moisture from her eyes with her fingertips.

  “You’re welcome,” all three of them said at once.

  “How do you guys do that all the
time?” she asked amusedly. “It’s like you all have one brain.”

  Before any of them could respond, Stellina strolled up to the table. “Hello, my friends. Have you enjoyed your dining here this fine evening?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Randy replied politely. “You always have the best food in town.”

  Blushing, Stellina murmured, “You are good for an old woman’s soul.”

  “You are not old, Stellina,” Randy countered. “In fact, if it weren’t for this pretty lady, I would chase after you.”

  Stellina laughed, apparently amused by Randy’s flirtatious antics. “You only want me for my food,” she declared knowingly.

  Randy pursed his lips and blew Stellina an air kiss. “I love cougars, you know.”

  “Don’t pay any attention to him, Stellina,” Jared said. “He would do or say anything to get you to move in with us. He wants you and Shannon to cook for him twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.”

  “You say this like I don’t already know what he is up to,” Stellina quipped with a cheeky grin. “Maybe I want to be this cougar woman your brother speaks of.”

  None of the men seemed to know what to say. The woman who everyone treated as an honorary grandmother had rendered her men speechless. Loving the priceless moment, Shannon grinned at Stellina. “I think you won.”

  Stellina winked. “I think I did, too. However, I did not come out here to play games with your men. I needed to talk with you.”

  Oh, crap. Did I do something wrong? Shannon ran through a hundred scenarios in her mind, but she couldn’t figure out what she’d done to Stellina. When she came up completely empty, she decided to bite the bullet and ask. “You do? Have I done something to offend you?”

  “No, no, no. You did nothing, child,” Stellina said emphatically. “It is quite the opposite. I wish you had done something for me.”

  “Um, okay? What can I do for you?” Shannon asked in a tone that sounded more like a string of mutters than a couple of question.

  “I have heard that you are quite the cook,” Stellina declared with a serious expression. “I wish that you would have shared this with me.”