Sleeping Beauty (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Beth D. Carter

  Alivia’s eyes parted, although it took considerable effort. Ronan raised up on his knees between her thighs to drape her knees over his arms. The position thrust her hips up and she felt like a sacrifice offering herself. All she could do was stare at Ronan’s cock as he slid the tip up and down her fold, the tip now glistening with a mixture of their juices. Alivia felt his cock searching, probing, hard steel encased in hot silk.

  “Help her, Noah,” Ronan ordered.

  Immediately, Noah bent over and began sucking on her nipples while his hand settled on her clit, rubbing in small circles. Bliss slammed into her body once again and she gasped, thrusting her chest out for more.

  And then, Ronan pushed.

  Pain overshadowed everything for a moment, and Ronan held still as she adjusted to the new sensation of being filled and stretched. Noah continued to rub and suckle, and she wasn’t sure if she liked both sensations of pain and pleasure. Tears leaked from her eyes.

  “Take a deep breath,” Ronan murmured. “It’ll fade.”

  “It hurts,” she gasped.

  “Come on, deep breath. Relax your muscles. That’s it, just breathe. Think about what Noah is doing to you, how good he’s making you feel.”

  Alivia did as he said, little by little letting her body relax and accept the huge shaft that stretched her. The pain eased somewhat, but she was still a little uncomfortable.

  Slowly, Ronan pulled out, only to push back in again.

  “Oh,” she moaned. All discomfort fled at the startling sensation in her most intimate place. Her eyes flew open and she saw two men staring at her in wonder and in lust.

  “That’s it, baby,” Ronan said. “You feel so good. So fucking tight. Can you feel me touching every bit of you inside?”

  “Yes!” she gasped.

  “Now, I want you to suck Noah’s cock,” Ronan ordered. “Take him in your mouth and do what I taught you to do. Make him come.”

  Noah rose to his knees and pressed his cock against her mouth. She opened and swallowed him. His hands buried in her hair, guiding her as he fucked her mouth.

  “Play with my balls, Alivia,” Noah ordered.

  Her hand rose and found his sack, pulling and rolling the two balls together. He moaned and began to thrust a little harder in her mouth.

  “God, that’s fucking hot,” Ronan said, his tone a little more guttural than normal. Back and forth he sawed at her, rocking his massive cock in and out, hitting all the sweet spots inside.

  She felt strange, like she was going to float up to the sky. She hadn’t thought she’d be able to come again like she had when their mouths and fingers had touched her there. But the more Ronan worked his cock in and out of her body the more the coil inside her was wound.

  “I’m not going to last, Ronan,” Noah gasped. “Her mouth is so warm.”

  “Me either,” Ronan moaned back.

  She felt the shift in their thrusts. She relaxed her throat muscles and let Noah melt in her mouth, his hands gripping her hair so tightly it was almost painful. She felt him swell and wrapped her lips around the shaft, wanting every drop when he finally spewed into her mouth. She loved the salty taste of him, knowing this was his essence. Her tongue curled, cupping the large vein running under the crown.

  “Oh fuck!” Noah cried and stiffened as hot cum shot into the back of her throat.

  “Swallow him, baby,” Ronan ordered, panting. Sweat poured from his body.

  He pistoned faster, and she moaned loudly as his balls slapped against her ass. He picked up the pace, drilling her as his cock easily slid in and out from the wetness pouring out of her.

  “God, sweetheart, you’re so hot. Oh yeah, oh fuck…I can’t hold back! Ah!”

  Alivia felt warmth coat her insides as Ronan released inside her. His hips pumped a few more times before he fell still and collapsed half on top of her. He let go of her legs and they fell down to the bed. All three were breathing heavily and the scent of sex hung heavy in the air.

  “Holy shit,” Ronan muttered. “That was amazing. I’m sorry you didn’t come, Alivia. I promise it’ll be better for you next time.”

  “Better?” she gave a soft laugh. “That was amazing. I felt so connected with both of you. How can it get better?”

  Ronan forced himself up to look at her. Noah was on his side, playing with her hair.

  “Because next time, Noah and I will make sure you have so many orgasms you’ll walk funny.”

  She scrunched her nose. “I don’t want to walk funny.”

  He pulled out of her and she felt his cum running out of her channel. She saw him look at it funny and had a weird sense to put her hand there for modesty. But the next moment he was lying on her other side.

  “Next time, Noah will take your beautiful cunt and I’ll stretch you enough to slide into your ass. And you’ll scream with pleasure.”

  She shivered at the mental picture. “Like Noah?”

  Noah nuzzled her neck. “Yep, just like me.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Ronan rose and got a washcloth, using some sanitizer gel to clean her up. She fussed a little and squirmed, saying something about being embarrassed but he just shushed her. After what they just did, and he planned on doing it a lot more of it, modesty couldn’t be an issue.

  What had him a little concerned was his sperm dribbling out of her. He hadn’t given a second thought when he was fucking her to the fact that she could become pregnant. That had always been a non-issue between him and Noah, of course, so he was a little disconcerted about the prospect now.

  He’d never thought of kids before. It was simply something that had never surfaced in his brain. For the past five years he had Noah and before that, well, he’d either been with men or with women who knew the score, women who knew how not to get pregnant.

  Suddenly, he wondered why his mother had chosen to get pregnant. She was a whore, one who could’ve easily prevented conception. And yet she not only got knocked up, she decided to give him life.

  It made him wonder about the man whose sperm made him.

  Sure, he’d often thought of the man who was his biological father. He often wondered if he’d run into him one day on Tortuga. But whenever he’d ask his mother about him, all she would talk about was his tattoo and how he’d promised to come back one day.

  She’d died still believing the fucker would return.

  But the difference with this situation now, between his mother’s and Alivia’s, was the fact that they didn’t have a way to prevent a pregnancy from settling in. In fact, he would bet that little detail never crossed her mind. It certainly hadn’t crossed his until he saw his cum leaking from her pussy. Wiping it away wouldn’t help. The little buggers could already be swimming, already taking root in her womb.

  The thought made him flush with a combination of fear, denial, and excitement. And why the hell he felt excitement bothered the shit out of him.

  “You okay?” Noah asked.

  Ronan jerked his gaze up and caught Noah’s. He didn’t want to say anything, especially with Alivia half dozing with a peaceful smile on her face, but he also needed grounding in the floundering he was going through. So he held up the washcloth, the one now covered in milky-white cum, and raised his eyebrows.

  It took a minute for Noah to catch on and then his eyes widened. Ronan gave a minute shake of his head and Noah clamped his mouth shut. But his gaze darted to Alivia and Ronan knew exactly what was going through his partner’s mind.

  Shit. They were going to have to think of something because he didn’t know if he’d be strong enough to stay away from that tight little pussy of hers.

  * * * *

  Early the next morning, by the time shining from the monitor, Ronan sat in the pilot seat making sure they weren’t being pursued either from Tortuga or from that damn hunter on Outpost Four. Two feminine arms encircled his shoulders in a hug as Alivia kissed his cheek.

  “I missed you,” she murmured.

  He took her arm and brou
ght her around to sit on his lap. She wore one of Noah’s shirts and it hung almost to her knees. Her red hair was rumpled and she had a sleepy, sated look in her eyes. Immediately, his cock hardened.

  She wiggled her hips.

  “Oh, baby,” he groaned and thrust upward to rub against her thigh. “I’d love to bend you over this console and fuck you until we both pass out from pleasure, but I don’t want to make you sorer than you are.”

  She kissed around his lips, trailing over to nibble on his ear. “What if I want you to make me sorer?”

  He groaned again. “Wait, baby, wait.” He pushed at her shoulders until she sat up. “Look, last night I wasn’t as careful as I should have been.”

  “It felt wonderful, Ronan,” she said. “There was pain but you and Noah made it a wonderful experience.”

  “That’s not what I’m talking about.” He took a deep breath. “Listen, I…I wasn’t thinking and I climaxed inside you.”

  She stared at him blankly.

  “Surely you know how babies are made,” he stated darkly.

  Her eyes widened.

  “There’s a chance you could be…well, pregnant.”

  “No, Ronan, there’s not.”

  Now it was his turn to stare blankly.

  She chuckled and shook her head. “One of the things that’s mandatory for being frozen is not conceiving within five years after thaw. To ensure that, I was given an injection that initiated when Valin woke up.”

  His shoulders slumped briefly in relief until a thought hit him. “Are you sure it survived the freezing process?”

  “Yes. Valin tested my blood hormone level and I’m unable to conceive. At least for five years.”

  His hand buried in her hair. “It’s not that I’m opposed to the idea of children. But it’s too soon for us.”

  “I agree,” she said.

  He brought her head down for a kiss. Now that he didn’t have to worry, his want of her spiraled so high he thought he would burst. As he kissed her, his fingers found her warm center, already moist. He plunged two fingers into her cunt, finding her so wet that he slid in with ease. He wanted to go slow to not hurt her, knowing that she had to be sore from the ride he’d given her just a few hours ago, but she moaned and gyrated on his fingers and everything flew out of his brain.

  In and out he finger-fucked her as she unbuttoned the shirt and lifted her breasts to his eager mouth. He gently bit one nipple before sucking on it hard and she gasped, throwing her head back in obvious pleasure. When he curled his fingers up, he must have found her G-spot because she exploded with a scream. Her pussy walls clamped down on his hand as her cream ran.

  While she was still recovering from that, he withdrew his hand to try to shift his own pants down.

  “Baby,” he grunted as he tried to move the material, “can you lift your ass for me? I can’t get my pants down.”

  She giggled and rose, helping him. When his cock sprang out, finally free, she licked the tip. He gasped and thrust up as her hot little mouth covered him. She sucked and licked him like a piece of candy, and as much as he wanted to let go in her mouth, he wanted inside her pussy more.

  “Climb up on me,” he said, pulling her up. She straddled him and he held his dick in his hand to help her glide onto him.

  She slowly went down, a little at a time, until he thought he would die from the amazing feeling of her wet warmth engulfing his aching cock. When she finally sank all the way down and her ass cheeks were resting on his thighs, he sighed with satisfaction and looked deeply into her eyes.

  “I want you so much, Alivia,” he said. “Ride me, sweetheart.”

  She used her feet to help her raise herself up, and then she sank back down. Slowly, at first and then little by little she began to up the tempo.

  “Oh fuck, do you know how good you feel? That’s it, fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”

  She sped up until she was wild, out of control. Small popping sounds soon were heard as she pulled up only to pump back down, harder and faster. Their rhythm gathered speed, his balls slapping against her with the rocking motion of his hips. He wasn’t going to last but he damn well sure wanted to make her fly with him. He trailed one hand up her body until he found her breast, squeezing it in time with her movements. And just as he felt his balls draw up, he pinched her nipple, tugging it hard until she splintered apart in a thousand pieces, crying out his name.

  He let go, let himself finally fly. He shouted as his cum shot out of his cock, filling her and leaking out the sides as he moved her up and down to ride out the climax. When they were spent, she collapsed onto his chest, her head fitting neatly on his shoulder.

  They didn’t move for a long time.

  “Are you sure you want to still go to Marvala?” he asked quietly.

  “I want to try to find out what happened to my nannies,” she said. “We don’t have to stay long. But they raised me. They’re what I wish my mother would have been.”

  “Okay,” he replied and kissed her temple.

  If she wanted to go, he’d take her. Help her say good-bye to her old life. He just wished he didn’t have this sense of dread.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Noah opened his eyes and it took a moment for everything to come into focus. Memory slammed back in and he felt the bed, wondering if the two loves of his life were still abed with him, but the sheets felt cool and empty.

  He sat up slowly, automatically using both his hands, and then collapsed with a startled cry as pain shot up his arm. Immediately he cradled his left hand close to his chest as he took deep breaths against the still-tender finger. Damn, he’d forgotten what Max had done to him.

  Alivia rushed into the room. “Are you okay? I heard you cry out. Are you in pain?”

  “I’m fine,” he said, staring up at the metal-plated ceiling. “I put too much weight on my hand, that’s all.”

  She sat on the bed, near his hip. “Do you need any pain medicine?”

  “No. It’s more tender and achy than it is painful. I suspect I won’t feel anything in a few days.”

  “Stop, Noah,” she ordered.

  He looked at her curiously.

  “Stop pretending it doesn’t bother you. You don’t have to be so macho. Not with me.”

  She moved his hair off his forehead and he closed his eyes, trying to nuzzle against her.

  “I can’t think about it,” he told her. “What’s done is done. I’m sure you don’t need me to go into detail.”

  “No,” she agreed. “But I’m always here if you need me.”

  He smiled and used his right hand to push himself up. Then he cupped the back of her head and brought her mouth to his. He nibbled on her lips, teasing them with little licks and swipes, but a few moments later the heat of the kiss changed and his tongue swept into her mouth, tasting deeply. She was like ambrosia and he was captivated by her flavor.

  When he pulled back a few minutes later, they both were panting heavily. His thumb traced her lower lip and she sucked the digit into her mouth, sucking on the tip with a voracity that made his dick harder than stone.

  He groaned. “I wish I could throw you on this bed and fuck you, but nature calls.”

  “Shall I stay right here?”

  He kissed her nose. “Why don’t you warm yourself up before I come join you?”

  “How do you mean?”

  That made him pause. “What do you mean how do you mean?”

  “Warm myself up. I’m not cold.”

  “I meant, you know, touch yourself. Play with your pretty little girly parts.”

  She raised an eyebrow in question.

  “I’m going to take that as you don’t know what I’m talking about. Stay right here. When I get back, I’m going to give you a lesson in masturbation.”

  He hurried to the bathroom and took care of business before washing his hands and brushing his teeth. When he finally got a look at himself in the mirror he gave a little groan. His hair was sticking up in all directions so he gr
abbed a comb and tried to control the flying curls just a little, to no avail.

  Then he walked back to the bedroom and found Alivia propped up on her elbows. She gave his body a curious look over and he saw her eyes widen as they spotted his already-stiff cock.

  He walked over to a bedside drawer and grabbed the bottle of lube before turning back to her and wrapping his good hand around his shaft.

  “Women have natural lubrication,” he said, flipping the lid open on the bottle of lube. “Men do have pre-cum that leaks from the tip but we don’t produce enough of it to adequately coat the skin, and even if we do sometimes it dries a little too fast and becomes sticky.”

  He got onto the bed, moving close to her but not touching her. Her eyes stayed glued on his hand. He poured lube on his dick and then spread it around by pumping up and down.

  “Men and women can pleasure themselves by touching the areas that are so sensitive,” he continued. “For women there are two places, and usually for masturbation women stimulate their clit. On men, well, we’re fairly simple. The entire dick is one big rod of nerves, as well as our balls.”

  “Like the blow jobs,” she murmured.

  “Exactly. Only instead of being in your warm mouth, masturbation is about pleasuring oneself.”

  He made sure to keep his pumping action slow and steady, although talking about it was definitely turning him on higher.

  “Take your fingers and rub them through your pussy lips,” he told her.

  She hesitated, her cheeks turning red.

  “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he said. “Spread your legs for me. That’s it, a little wider. Good. Now, take your fingers and explore past your labia. Good girl. Are you wet?”

  “Y–yes,” she replied.

  “Go a little farther, find the bundle of nerves that drive you crazy.”

  He watched her intently until her eyes widened and her hips bucked a little. He smiled. “Now rub yourself, Alivia. Use your wetness to slide your finger back and forth. Dip into your hot little pussy. Does that feel good?”