Sleeping Beauty (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
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“I do,” she said. “I love you both so much.”
Both men teased her, playing her body like a musical instrument. Slowly they rotated around until Noah was in front of her. He dropped to his knees to kiss her belly button and then licked his way south until he reached the apex of her thighs. He nudged them apart and a second later he was licking her and sucking on her clit. He pushed one finger into her wet pussy and then began thrusting, back and forth, hitting her special spot and driving her out of her mind.
Ronan’s tongue was at her back entrance, licking as his thumb started to mimic Noah’s pumping fingers inside her pussy. Some distant part of her mind knew that he was preparing her, opening her up for penetration. Just the thought made her come unglued. Before she even realized what was happening, her body exploded into a thousand pieces, shattering her strength. Stars bloomed behind her eyes and she dimly felt the men lift her up. It was Ronan who settled on the bed, his legs spread, to help guide her to sit on his lap, straddling him. She opened her eyes and locked gazes with him as he lifted her hips and brought her down onto his cock.
He began to slowly move her hips, letting her find her center and ride him.
Behind her, one of Noah’s fingers eased into her rosette, eliciting a moan. Alivia halted and stiffened, not sure if she liked the feeling. The finger stopped and after a moment she moved, adjusting to the odd sensation. Slowly another finger went in, widening her, and the burning thrust took her breath away.
“Oh!” she groaned. “It burns!”
“Relax, baby,” Noah murmured in her ear. “I have to stretch you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He started manipulating her body, adjusting her. The fingers slid out and she found herself pulled upward, sandwiched between both men. Ronan was in front, kissing her deeply while Noah was now in back. She felt his hand between her thighs, teasing her pussy with his fingertips, exciting her even higher and she began to ride Ronan again. Up and down, until she was spinning in a world of raw desire.
“Holy fuck,” Ronan moaned. “You’re so damn tight, baby!”
She was so lost in the haze of bliss it took her a moment to notice that Noah moved behind her. He pushed her down onto Ronan’s chest and then his hands gripped her hips. He slowly teased the area with the tip of his cock. Ronan reached between them to rub her clit as Noah worked his way into her tight back hole.
The burning returned and Alivia held her breath, not sure if she was enjoying the new sensation. But just as she thought she wanted to stop, Ronan pulled out of her a little to give Noah more room, and he pushed in all the way. Alivia gasped, unable to believe the feeling of being totally consumed. She had thought being filled with just Ronan was amazing, but this was beyond words. Beyond anything she had imagined.
Noah’s breath tickled the back of her neck as he held her hips still.
“That’s it, baby,” Ronan said. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sandwiched between us.”
“She’s so fucking tight, Ronan,” Noah said. “She’s gripping my cock like a vise.”
Alivia moaned. “Please, do something. Move! Fuck me! Please!”
Ronan’s hips began to buck and Noah followed the rhythm. They moved as one, so in tune with each other. She bounced between them, her hands resting on Noah’s shoulders. Sweat rolled off their bodies, breaths mingled together. No words were spoken and they didn’t need them.
They moved in tandem, as one went in the other pulled out, like a well-oiled machine. They all were panting, moaning, and Alivia knew they were spiraling together. In and out, in and out, Alivia wound tight, tight, tight. Suddenly the spring recoiled, flinging her off a precipice. Stars literally lit up behind her eyes as she cried out in abandon.
“Not gonna last,” Noah muttered from behind her. “Oh shit, oh shit! Fuck!”
She felt a rush of hot liquid pump into her ass as Noah found his release. She could feel his cock pulsate inside her. He leaned and rested his head against her back for a moment before extracting his softening member.
“Alivia,” Ronan murmured and she opened dazed eyes to see him staring up at her.
And then he started thrusting, his hands moved her up and down on her, his gaze locked with hers. The pressure started to build again, little by little until he didn’t need to move her at all. Alivia knew what waited for her, the absolute euphoria of a mind-blowing climax, and she chased it by grinding herself down onto Ronan’s massive cock.
“Yes,” he ground out, pumping his hips. “Yes, come for me! Come for me! Alivia!”
“Uh!” she groaned just as the world tilted off its axis and she splintered into a thousand pieces. Dimly she heard Ronan’s shout as he followed her, feeling his cock jerk deep inside as his hot essence filled her.
She collapsed next to Noah, felt his arms come around her panting body. Ronan wrapped his arms around her front and they all three lay like that, sated, and surrendered to the oblivion that beckoned.
* * * *
Alivia sat at the console in the cockpit staring at the darkness of space. So much had happened that it was a little overwhelming, but she was looking forward to living her life with the two men she loved.
“What ‘cha doing?” Noah asked as he and Ronan settled into the seats.
She smiled at them. “Just thinking how lucky I am that I found you.”
“You mean, how lucky we are that we found you,” Ronan said.
“That’s right,” Noah added. “We found you and we’re going to keep you.”
She leaned over and kissed each man. “Thank you so much for waking me up.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors, or corporate high rollers. I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. Music inspires me and each story has its own signature song.
I am a full-time writer and stay-at-home mom which means I watch a lot of animated movies. Over and over again. I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. Writing my bio is difficult because I never know what to say so I hope you like this one. My favorite color is red but I look best in black (it’s slimming). I hate people who don’t pick up their dog’s crap in public places, people who don’t use turn signals, and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form. And although I love holding a book in my hand, I absolutely adore my e-reader, which I’ve named Ruby. So many books at the touch of a button! I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on Facebook or Twitter, or e-mail me at: beth@bethdcarter.com.
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