Opulent Match [Ménage.com 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Peyton Elizabeth

  Not wanting to ruin the moment, Cyn bit her lip from saying anything. She just wanted to relish in their touch and be taken back to when her world had found that perfect rotation. Cooper used a finger to press the oil deeper in between her cheeks. Brody must have gotten on the bed, as she felt the mattress dip on her left side. She raised her ass, wanting to feel more of his finger.

  “Would you like us to fuck you there?” Brody whispered in her ear. If there was one thing she could always count on, it was Brody to verbalize their sexual experiences. He might be quiet in a social setting, but get him into bed, and he was all about participation. “I would love to feel your ass clamp down on my cock, Cyn.”

  “Hmmm,” Cyn moaned, not able to form a full reply. Cooper’s finger finally reached her anus, but all he did was continue to rub over her tiny muscle ring. Bringing her knees up higher onto the bed, Cyn lifted her ass higher. Did she need to broadcast what she wanted?

  “Give her what she wants, Cooper,” Brody said, his voice laced with arousal. “There is nothing sexier than seeing a woman enjoy being made love to.”

  Cyn felt Cooper’s finger breach her tight ring, causing her to stiffen momentarily. Remembering she needed to relax in order to feel the full sensation, Cyn arched her back higher, giving him better access.

  “That’s right, Silk, let me get you loosened up.”

  He pressed his finger deeper, sinking in to the second knuckle. When he pulled out, she couldn’t help but moan in protest. “Why don’t you make yourself feel good, Cyn?” Brody urged.

  Cyn snaked her hand down between her and the mattress, having no problem finding her swollen clit. It was engorged with blood and needing a release. Her juices were now flowing and covered the inside of her thighs. Using the natural lubricant, Cyn gathered some on her fingers and rubbed light circles over her nub.

  “That’s right, Cyn, let your body accept what it wants.”

  Hearing his words made her realize that Cooper now had two fingers inside her ass and was using her thrusts as a counter movement. She was climbing that sweet, delicious hill that her body craved to free-fall from when Cooper pulled out of her.

  “Cooper!”

  “I’m just putting a condom on, Silk.”

  “Hurry up!”

  Brody chuckled and she turned her head, getting a view that was more than sensual. It was downright erotic. Brody was lying on his side, with his head propped up in one hand while his other stroked his hard, swollen cock. It glistened in the golden hue of the bedside lamp. He must have been using his pre-cum to glide his fist up and down his shaft, because his movements were graceful. Before she could get up on her elbows to take him in her mouth, Cooper placed his cock at her backdoor entrance.

  “Take a deep breath, Silk, and remember to relax.”

  That was easier said than done and she almost said that to him, but Cooper started to press against her anus. His tip was the easiest thing for her to accept. If she remembered correctly, it was the thickness in the middle of his cock that was the hardest to take. That was why Cooper was the one who used to take her there, while Brody enjoyed her pussy. Brody was a hell of a lot thicker than Cooper and they had never quite worked it to where Brody got to take her ass.

  “Keep pleasuring yourself, Cyn. You know how much that helps you accept me.”

  Cyn did as he suggested and kept manipulating her clit. Pressing harder, she started to rub faster as well. It took her mind off the sharp burning sensation that Cooper was creating by sinking inside of her, beyond the tip of his cock. Right when she was about to tell him to stop and let her adjust, Cooper slid home.

  “Fuck, you feel good, Silk. Hot, tight, and like that slice of heaven we always refer to.”

  “Move,” Cyn whispered, needing to release the pressure that had been building. Her rubbing her clit just wasn’t getting the job done. “Please, move.”

  “With pleasure.”

  Slowly, she knew so that he wouldn’t hurt her, Cooper started up a rhythm. Her body craved more, so she frantically started to stroke her clit. Her body was starting to feel like one big exposed nerve and she wondered briefly why Brody wasn’t helping her on top of him. Having him inside of her pussy while Cooper was in her ass would bring her off faster than the speed of light.

  “I need—”

  “Come for us, Cyn,” Brody ordered in a tone that brooked no argument.

  Normally, she would have done just the opposite because she didn’t take orders well, but this time her body overruled her mind and complied. She screamed as her orgasm crashed over her, which was being extended by Cooper’s thrusts in and out of her ass. She let out a yelp when Cooper came, because as usual, the base of his shaft swelled as his cum filled the condom and the original sting of his penetration came back.

  “That scream of yours gets me every time,” Brody murmured. Cyn caught her breath and was able to look up at him. A tortured expression covered his face and she knew he was seconds away from coming. “Are you too sore?”

  “No, I’m never too sore for you, Brody,” Cyn reassured him, although wondering if he meant her pussy or her ass. He’d never taken her there. It had always been Cooper.

  He tore a condom package open and then rolled it over his cock. Grabbing the tube of lubricant that was on the nightstand, Brody generously applied a large amount over the latex. Once he was finished, instead of taking Cooper’s place, Brody waited until Cooper slid out and then helped her lie down on the bed with her back to his chest. Lifting up her right leg, Brody placed his cock where he wanted it—her ass. So he was going to attempt it. Wanting to see his face when he took her there, Cyn tilted her head so that she could see him. She wrapped her right arm behind his head, bringing him down for a kiss. She needed to reassure him that if he didn’t fit, it was okay.

  “Brody, if you can’t—”

  “Shhh, I’ve got this. Cooper has you so relaxed in that area, this will be a cakewalk.”

  Once he started to press into her, Cyn saw the ecstasy that blossomed in his green eyes. She tried to keep herself open to his penetration, but knowing how thick he was had her a little anxious. His full lips compressed together, as if he were struggling to keep from shouting. It gave her a feeling of power to know that she affected him this way and she swore that no matter how badly it burned, she would give him this.

  The tip of his cock broke through her ring, but the stinging sensation wasn’t as harsh as she thought it would be. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, she thought. That was, until he tried to press further. Her body immediately tensed, even though she could feel herself responding. Her nipples were hardening, while her pussy was still leaking juices down the front of her left leg.

  Cyn jumped when something cold touched her clit. Looking down to see what it was, she saw Cooper lying on his side, facing her. He was holding something to her pussy and the minute it started to vibrate, she realized it was a small vibrator. An intense wave of pleasure washed over her and she moaned in gratification.

  “Yes, Cooper,” Cyn moaned, tightening her hold on Brody. “Right there.”

  The pulses were being pressed directly against her swollen nub and she could feel it through her entire pelvic area. Instead of moving it around, Cooper kept it in one area. The force was so powerful that Cyn pulled back quickly, impaling herself on Brody.

  “That’s my girl,” Brody whispered in her ear. Trailing kisses along her cheek, he held himself still, letting her get used to the size of him. “You took all of me, Cyn.”

  “Move,” Cyn begged. She couldn’t get away from the vibrator and was spiraling into a black void. Her only problem was that she couldn’t find any ground to cling to, as her body seemed to be suspended. She needed Brody to move to send her over the edge. “Move!”

  “We’ve got you,” Brody said, his voice purring against her ear. “Do you like how I feel inside of you?”

  “Yes!” Higher and higher she climbed. Cooper turned up the speed.

  “Wrap your hands tig
ht around my neck,” Brody ordered, the strain in his voice evident. Cyn was thankful to know that he wouldn’t be able to hold out for long. “Let me do all of the work.”

  Like he had to tell her that, Cyn thought, doing what he asked. The minute her hands clasped behind his neck, her breasts were fully exposed with no interference from her. Since Brody had his left arm underneath her waist, he used his right hand to cup one of her mounds. Bringing his thumb and index finger together, he started to slowly tug on the hardened nipple as he pulled his cock out of her.

  “Please,” Cyn whispered, not knowing how much more stimulation her body could take. “Make me come.”

  “We’re not stopping you, Silk,” Cooper said, right before he turned up the vibrator on what was hopefully the last speed. “Do you need us to tell you to come?”

  Cyn heard the laughter in his voice. He knew she didn’t respond to their orders, yet her body had complied with Brody’s request earlier. She didn’t want to analyze it, but knew she couldn’t allow them to get the best of her.

  “I’ll come when I want, thank you,” Cyn said breathlessly. Closing her eyes, she concentrated as hard as she could, urging her body to finally break and fulfill its desire. Brody was now driving into her ass while twisting her nipple. Cooper hadn’t moved the vibrator, so its pulses were just keeping her on the edge. Come, Cyn, she told herself. Nothing happened.

  “Come,” Brody yelled, just as his body jerked against hers. She screamed, her body betraying her and doing their bidding. She didn’t care though, as she let herself fly to that place of elation. On the way down, Cyn let her body collapse against Brody’s, knowing that they would take care of her.

  Chapter Eight

  “So, how’s it going with the Jackson brothers?”

  Cyn arched her eyebrow at Shea, who was looking at her through their webcam. Her picture on the computer screen was as clear as if she were sitting at the kitchen table with them. It had been almost two weeks since Cooper and Brody had agreed to carry on a relationship without talking about emotions. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold them off, but she sure was enjoying her time with them too much to end it. The only thing that had her worried was their secret phone calls that they kept saying were business.

  “We’re having sex, if that’s what you mean.” Cyn popped the last bite of cookie left on her napkin into her mouth. Elise and Shea were bound to make more out of her relationship with Cooper and Brody than was warranted, so she had kept her feelings close to her chest. “Can we stick to plotting out our next book?”

  “She’s been avoiding the subject,” Elise said in a loud voice, making sure that Shea could hear her. Elise had turned into Miss Suzy Homemaker, turning her house into a Christmas haven. The smell of holiday cookies wafted through the house, while she swore that garland hung on every surface available. Cyn glanced over into the living room, wondering how in the hell Dakota and Chad had managed to fit the gargantuan Christmas tree in the front door.

  “Don’t listen to Mrs. Claus,” Cyn said sardonically, reaching for another cookie. “She’s in that phase that you were in when you met Gray and Ian, you know, the one where everyone has to be in a happy relationship. God forbid that a woman is in one for sex.”

  “I’m still in that phase,” Shea retorted, tucking her brown hair back behind her ear. Leaning in closer to the camera, she said, “And we know that you don’t just want sex, Cyn. You—”

  “If you say the L word, I swear, I will make sure a foot of snow is dumped on your head,” Cyn warned, getting up from the table. “How are you faring the Chicago weather? Have you changed your mind and decided to spend the holidays with us here in Triple?”

  “No,” Shea answered, shaking her head. “Gray and Ian’s mom is throwing this huge holiday charity dinner on Christmas Eve and we need to be there.”

  “Who throws a charity event on Christmas Eve?” Cyn asked, grateful that she had been able to steer the conversation in another direction. Reaching around Elise, who was pulling out the last batch of cookies from the oven, Cyn grabbed a glass from out of the cupboard and filled it with water. Walking back to the table and sitting down, Cyn saw that Ian was peeking over Shea’s shoulder. “Oops! Sorry, Ian. Didn’t mean to diss your mother, but even you have to admit the timing sucks.”

  Ian smiled that infectious grin of his, where one side of his mouth was higher than the other. “Yeah, she could have timed it for the first of the year, but it was the only date she could get the entire restaurant to shut down for a private event. We’ll expect your check in the mail, by the way.”

  Cyn laughed. Ian knew he could always count on her to donate to charity. “I’ll make sure it’s mailed tomorrow.”

  Elise finally made her way over, saying that they would donate, too. While they conversed, Cyn’s thoughts drifted to earlier this morning, when Cooper and Brody had been leaving for their shop. The gun range was pretty much completed, but they said there was a bunch of paperwork they needed to catch up on and would be late this evening.

  They had gotten into a routine, with her writing in the morning and then spending her afternoons with Elise going over their edits from their previous stories, as well as coming up with new ideas for their website. The guys would go in to the store, getting things ready for opening day and other miscellaneous stuff. In the evening, she would head to their house and they would enjoy dinner, talk about their day, and end the night with phenomenal sex. She was practically living there, but didn’t want them to get the wrong idea, so she kept her room at the B&B.

  Knowing that tonight they were going to be late kind of threw her routine out of whack. It was a feeling she could do without. She glanced down, noticing the new cover for their anthology. Three women were silhouetted on the front with guns in their hands. Their hair was hanging loose, having been blowing when the picture was taken, giving the cover a sexy vibe. Their skirts were short, with tops that accentuated their breasts. As she looked at the cover, an idea began to form. Deciding to act on it, Cyn jumped up from the table.

  “Ta-ta, guys. Gotta run,” Cyn said, sending a wave to Shea and Ian. “Elise, shut down my laptop when you’re done and I’ll pick it up later. I’ve got to go commit a crime.”

  * * * *

  “The meeting is in two days. Do you think we have everything covered?”

  “We better have, or we won’t see a third,” Brody warned, looking up from his side of the desk.

  When they decided to put an office in the shop, they had decided to locate it between the storefront and the range out back. The construction of the store had finished up yesterday, and this morning the last of the weapons to be put on display had arrived. They were all set for opening day in a couple of weeks. He just hoped they lived long enough to enjoy what they’d worked so hard for.

  “Monroe seemed confident things would go as planned,” Cooper said, stressing the obvious.

  “Of course he did,” Brody replied, giving up on doing any more paperwork. When his brother wanted to talk things through, he was like a dog with a bone. “But what do you expect him to say? Hey, guys, just wanted you to know there is a good chance you could be found out as undercover consultants working for the ATF and be shot to death? He’s telling us what we want to hear.”

  “Fuck,” Cooper said, sitting back against his black leather chair. Each of them had a desk, but since the office had been smaller than originally planned, they now faced each other. “It’s not like I didn’t know that, but hearing it come from you sucks.”

  “When have I ever bullshitted you?”

  Brody was just about to get up and grab some more coffee to get him through the evening when they heard footsteps coming through the front of the shop. Knowing that clicking sound anywhere, Brody smiled.

  Having Cyn in their lives was better than Brody had ever dreamed it could be. Her wit, intelligence, and humor made him want to spend more time with her than just in the evenings, where they could talk, banter, and laugh without judgmen
t. The trust and honesty they were forming between the three of them was pure, and it was a shame that this case they’d been roped into was hanging over their heads. As for her beauty and sex appeal, their time spent in bed went beyond the imaginable. She wasn’t shy and was willing to try anything once. The only thing he and Cooper hadn’t done was take her together.

  After having spent a lot of time thinking about it, they wanted that special time to happen when they declared their love for her. Cooper felt she wasn’t ready to hear how they felt, especially after having agreed to hold off bringing in the emotional talk. But Brody had never been known for his patience. Life was too short to delay the inevitable. They belonged together—it was that simple.

  “Looks like our woman couldn’t stand to be away from us for one evening,” Brody chuckled, turning toward Cooper. “See, maybe what we discussed can finally be moved up on the timetable, huh?”

  When Cooper looked over his shoulder and his eyes widened in shock, Brody turned around to see what had rendered him speechless. He wasn’t sure what he expected—maybe Cyn standing there in a garter belt and stockings, or in a long trench coat with nothing on underneath. What he hadn’t expected was to see her standing there with a gun.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Brody blurted out, his own eyes now wide with disbelief.

  “I’ve decided to rob you,” Cyn said with a smile.

  He watched as she threw her purse on the floor, right outside the office door. She was dressed in a pair of brown stiletto-heel boots that went up to her knees. The same color fishnet stockings disappeared underneath a dark-brown sweater dress that hugged her in all the right places. The only thing that marred such a beautiful sight was the black, shiny weapon in her feminine hands. It was one of the smaller guns they had gotten in. She held a SIG P220 semiautomatic in her hands.