Her Three Liberators [The Hot Millionaires #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Seems a shame,” Jonny said. “You ready to take them off for us?”

  “You want me to undress myself?” She made it sound like a death sentence.

  “Absolutely.”

  She shook her head against his chest. “I’m not sure that I can.”

  “Why?” Harry asked. “Something to be ashamed of?”

  “I’m not used to being naked in front of more than one man at once.”

  “Does the idea excite you?” Jonny asked.

  “Well, I—”

  “Don’t stop to think about it,” Jonny said in a tone of firm authority when she hesitated. “Find the freedom to say what’s inside your head. We need to know what you’re feeling.”

  “I feel excitement, but that’s nothing new. Sam could get me excited.”

  “But didn’t deliver,” Brad said, scowling. “You won’t have that problem with us.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “We’re sure,” said three voices together.

  Their total conviction either reassured or annoyed her, Jonny wasn’t sure which. Either way, it had the desired effect. She levered herself from Jonny’s lap and stood up. Without looking at them, she pulled the top over her head and unfastened her pants, allowing them to slip down her legs. Finally, clad just in pretty pink underwear, she lifted her gaze to theirs.

  “See,” she said defensively. “There’s nothing special about me.”

  “Says who?” Brad demanded.

  * * * *

  It was the craziest thing. Steffi didn’t do exhibitionism, but standing in front of these three hunks wearing nothing but underwear that had seen better days, she felt empowered. It was the way they were looking at her that did the trick, the bulges in their pants telling her they appreciated what they saw. How come? They must have had hundreds of women between them over the years, all of them better looking, better shaped, and more confident than her.

  Jonny stood up and swept her off the floor, straight into his arms.

  “Come on,” he said. “You’re about to experience your first ever orgasm.”

  “You’re so damned cocksure of yourself,” she grumbled.

  His chuckle was decidedly wicked. “Good terminology.”

  She thought she’d be alone with Jonny for this supposedly monumental occasion she was still convinced wouldn’t happen. Seemed she was wrong since Harry and Brad trailed right along with them into the nearest bedroom. Jonny’s, she assumed. He deposited her on the bed and smiled down at her, his eyes shimmering with an emotion she had no wish to put a name to. She didn’t want to believe it was admiration. She’d been admired once before and look where that had landed her. This was an experiment, an opportunity to show these three studs that they didn’t know it all. Nothing more than that.

  To her surprise, it was Harry and Brad who moved toward the bed, tearing their shirts off but keeping their jeans buckled. Jonny slung himself on a nearby settee, apparently prepared to watch proceedings. Steffi feasted her eyes on their impressive torsos and licked her lips, fully appreciating their taut abdomens, rippling muscles, and tapered backs. Brad had a tattoo of a dagger on his forearm, she noticed. Harry had a large mole beneath his left nipple. Their curling chest hair disappeared in a thin line beneath their belts. Steffi felt an irrational urge to trace it to its source.

  More of her inhibitions fell away as she continued to observe her liberators. Perhaps this might be fun, even if they were destined to fail.

  The mattress dipped as Harry sat on one side of her and smoothed the hair from her face in a gentle, oddly sensual, and decidedly proprietary fashion that made her gut clench with desire. That was nothing new. She’d radiated with desire for Sam, and much good it had done her.

  Harry’s hair flopped over his eyes—cornflower-blue eyes, she noticed as he lowered his head and claimed her lips. His mouth was warm and mobile as it roved experimentally over hers with seductive sweeps of his velvety tongue. What was it about these brothers that made her want to kiss them right back with interest? She didn’t know and didn’t waste time analysing her reactions. Instead, she did what Jonny had told her to do and went with her feelings. She lifted her head, anxious to get as close to Harry as possible. Presumably, he took pity on her desperation and responded by crushing her mouth in a pulse-quickening kiss so intense that she couldn’t seem to get enough air into her lungs.

  The mattress dipped again as Brad sat on her opposite side. Or at least, Steffi assumed it was him. She was fully engaged with kissing Harry and didn’t intend to break off to find out. A large hand came to rest on her gut and remained there. It made her flinch but not enough to break that kiss. All sorts of interesting feelings were being stirred up inside her, thanks to Harry’s tongue, and she owed it to him to see this thing through. She knew it wouldn’t lead anywhere. Once again she’d be left feeling frustrated and unfulfilled, but she needed to let him do his worst, just so there were no doubts.

  Brad’s hand spread over her tummy, the pad of his thumb softly swirling over it in time to the rhythm of Harry’s tongue. How did he do that? When that thumb worked its way up to her tits and massaged one of her rock-hard nipples through the lace of her bra, she gave up trying to figure it out and simply went with her feelings. She would have let out a moan, except Harry’s kissing took up all her spare breath. Their lips were fused together and she didn’t feel any compelling need to change that situation.

  Sensation spiralled through her in dizzying waves as Brad continued to tantalize and tease with that damned thumb of his, dropping a string of damp kisses across her midriff as he did so. Was he trying to prove a point? He’d said their hands were capable and Steffi, being the fair-minded, honest sort of person that she was, could no longer deny the truth behind that assertion. Well, not to herself, she couldn’t, but she was damned if she’d boost their already overinflated egos by admitting it to them.

  Harry deepened the kiss—something she hadn’t thought possible. As he did so she felt her bra fall away and lips salving a sensitised nipple. Hell, this time a soft moan did manage to slip past that kiss. She was on fire! She moved her hips in an unconscious invitation and spread her legs, not caring how needy she appeared. Her heart leapt when she felt something happening between her legs. Instinctively, she tried to look, but Harry held her firmly where she was, using nothing more persuasive than the pressure of his lips. Brad was still suckling her tits so the hand creeping toward her pussy had to be Jonny’s, didn’t it? Steffi couldn’t be sure. These guys were like octopi.

  Her panties were being pulled down her legs. She lifted her hips to help them on her way while Harry continued to kiss her lips. Brad suckled her tits and geez, was Jonny actually doing the same thing to her cunt? Someone sure as hell was and it felt divine. Pulsating passion spiralled through her, dissipating the residue of her inhibitions. She bucked her hips toward Jonny’s lips and returned Harry’s kiss so firmly that she probably inflicted physical damage on his mouth. Brad appeared to be biting her nipples now. Far from hurting, it intensified the tingling exhilaration, the scorching heat that was building deep inside her and spreading through her body faster than an out-of-control bush fire.

  When several fingers slid inside her and Jonny’s lips sucked harder on her clit, Steffi was consumed with a feeling of wild abandonment she’d never known before. Another moan got past Harry’s kiss as she bucked against Jonny’s fingers, on the verge of something she’d never thought to experience. She twisted her face away from Harry and this time he allowed her to escape. She needed to be able to breath in order to properly enjoy what was about to happen.

  But would it actually happen?

  She’d been close before, only to be left frustrated and unsatisfied.

  She thrashed her head against the pillow as Harry tormented her other breast. Jonny lifted her legs over his shoulders and delved deeper with his fingers and tongue.

  “What the—”

  She didn�
��t have enough breath to complete the question. Besides, it was hardly necessary. She knew what was happening and dared to believe that this time she’d actually get there. She rode the waves of pleasure that the guys created, thrusting her pussy against Jonny’s lips, moaning and sighing and mumbling encouragement to her three tormentors. Part of Steffi was scared to move in case she did something to derail the experience, but it was impossible to keep still in the face of the cataclysmic feelings roiling through her. For the first time in her life, Steffi didn’t try to please the man—no, men, she corrected—with her. Instead, she just went with her feelings.

  “I can’t…oh God, I think I’m going to…arghhh!”

  Her entire world splintered. Brad and Harry were pinching her nipples so hard they must be restricting the blood flow. It was the most wonderful sensation. Who would have thought that physical torture could result in so much pleasure? It felt as though Jonny had his entire hand inside her cunt as his tongue probed against her clit and his lips sucked it with ruthless expertise. He knew precisely what he was doing to her, she suspected, as fire lanced through her veins and an explosion erupted deep inside her, swamping her reason. She cried out, riding the wave until it crested in a starburst of sensation that made her entire body vibrate.

  It took a while before she came back to earth. When she did so and opened her eyes, three bare-chested hunks were sitting round her sporting identical smug grins, looking disgustingly pleased with themselves.

  “Frigid, isn’t that what you said?” Jonny asked.

  Chapter Nine

  “Thank you sounds rather inadequate,” Steffi said, looking as dazed and boneless as she probably felt.

  “Our pleasure,” Jonny said.

  She levered herself up on one elbow. “But you guys, you didn’t get any anything from it.”

  Harry winked at her. “Says who?”

  “Shush!” Jonny pushed her back onto the bed. “Do you always put others before yourself?”

  She wrinkled her nose. “I suppose I do.”

  “Which would explain why you’ve never got there yourself before,” Brad said.

  Jonny frowned. “Surely this Sam knew you hadn’t—”

  “He never asked.” She shrugged. “I guess he just assumed.”

  “Jerk!” Brad said in a quelling tone.

  “How does it feel to know what you’ve been missing all these years?” Harry asked.

  “Oh, I’ve had climaxes before—”

  Harry looked confused. “But you said…”

  “Only self-induced ones?” Jonny suggested.

  Steffi nodded.

  “Christ.” Brad ran a hand over the bulge in his pants and groaned. “Give me a break here. You’re killing me, babe.”

  “I’d pay good money to see you do that to yourself,” Harry said.

  Jonny added having Steffi masturbate in front of them to his mental list of things to have her do, once she’d gotten comfortable with her sexuality, of course.

  “I appreciate what you did for me, guys, but it doesn’t really change anything.”

  “How do you figure that out?” Brad asked.

  “Well, I should have explained before now that I knew I could make myself come, and that’s what you just did.”

  “You go down on yourself like Jonny just did, do you?” Harry asked.

  She flapped a hand. “You know what I mean.”

  “What you’re saying,” Jonny ventured, “is that you’ve never had an orgasm while being fucked.”

  She nodded, lowering her head so they couldn’t see her expression. “Yeah, pretty much.”

  “Baby,” Jonny said, running his index finger lightly across her flat stomach, “you sure know how to keep a guy’s attention.”

  “Make that three guys,” Brad said.

  “I didn’t mean anything by it,” she said hastily. “I didn’t tell you that so you could prove me wrong because it’s not possible. It’s just that since you appear so interested in the subject, I thought you should know.”

  “Message received loud and clear,” Harry said.

  Only half of Jonny’s attention was on his brothers as they joked with one another, and with Steffi. For once in his life, he was unsure what to do next. Hell, he knew what he wanted to do, all three of them wanted the same thing, but that was a big no-no right now. Steffi was special and had to be handled with kid gloves. She needed to get used to the idea of being properly satisfied by one man before they thought about taking things further.

  Which one of them got that job, though?

  The decision was made for them when a loud pinging sound came from the sitting room.

  “What’s that?”

  Steffi asked the question languidly, still stretched between them like she couldn’t have found the energy to move right then if her life had depended upon it. She was totally naked and apparently unworried about that situation, even though the three of them were still wearing their jeans. Jonny took that as an encouraging sign.

  “I’m running a program to see if I can find out who’s behind that e-mail scam,” Harry said, levering himself to his feet.

  “And the alarm tells you the system’s found something?” Brad suggested.

  “Yep. Best go and see what it is.”

  “Need Brad to help you?” Jonny asked.

  Harry glanced between his brothers, got the message, and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that would be good, I guess.”

  Brad pecked Steffi on the cheek and stood up, too. “Age before beauty,” he said to Jonny, grinning. “You owe me one, big brother.”

  “I ought to go, too,” Steffi said. “I want to know what Harry’s found.”

  “No you don’t.” Jonny’s hand resting lightly on her arm prevented her from leaving the bed. “Harry will let us know if he’s got anything.”

  “Then I ought to shower.”

  “Another bad idea,” he said as the door closed behind his brothers.

  “Then what do you have in mind?”

  “You really shouldn’t tell virile guys like us that you can’t climax while being fucked,” he said softly, his forefinger now circling a very dark pink areola. “That’s a very dangerous thing to do, like playing with fire.”

  “I told you, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just didn’t want you all thinking you’d discovered the meaning of the universe because you made me come with your mouth. It’s not the same.”

  “Too right it isn’t.” Jonny had now captured a solid nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She had very prominent nipples. He thought how good they’d look with clamps on them, but he was getting ahead of himself again. “What you felt just now is nothing compared to what you’ll experience when I fuck you, on that you have my guarantee.”

  She gasped. “You’re very sure of yourself.”

  “I told you, the Malone boys never back down from a challenge.” He squeezed her nipple a little harder. “Not that you’re much of a challenge.”

  “Then why are you scared of me?”

  “Scared?” Jonny released her nipple and propped himself up on both arms, looking directly at her. “What makes you ask that?”

  “You’ve still got your jeans on.” She offered him a sultry smile that tested the zipper on said jeans. “Got something to be ashamed of?”

  Jonny growled at her, nipped the end of her nose with his teeth, and stood up. He unbuckled his belt and shed his jeans and boxers in one fluid movement. Then he stood before her, his prick angry, very erect, and ready for action. He waited for her to apologize for speaking out of turn, but she had fastened her gaze on his cock and didn’t appear to have apologies on her mind. Instead she licked her lips and smiled appreciatively.

  “Well, I guess if anything can do it, that thing ought to be able to.”

  Jonny laughed. If that was an apology, it would do. “Thank you. I think.”

  He rejoined her on the bed and pulled her into his arms. His lips captured hers in a drugging kiss that seemed to go on forever—S
teffi’s enthusiastic response saw to that. His cock rested on her thigh, twitching, throbbing, making him crazy. Desire ripped through his bloodstream like a tornado looking for somewhere to cause maximum damage, but Jonny did his best to ignore it.

  This wasn’t about him. Satisfying Steffi was more than just a challenge—it mattered to him, really mattered. It was an alien feeling to allow a woman to get under his skin in the way that she already had. What surprised him was that he didn’t feel threatened by it, nor was the feeling unpleasant. Nothing connected to Steffi Darwin could ever be unpleasant, with the possible exception of the bastard who’d destroyed her self-esteem. If he was ever foolish enough to cross Jonny’s path…

  Jonny broke the kiss and allowed his hands to wander.

  “Tell me your most secret sexual fantasy,” he said.

  “I don’t have any.”

  Jonny tapped her thigh, a little harder than on the previous occasion. “Yes, you do. Never lie to us, Steffi. We’ll know if you do and then you’ll have to be punished.”

  “All right, then.” She paused and nibbled at her lower lip, clearly embarrassed.

  Jonny dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Just say it. I’d be very astounded if you were able to surprise or shock me.”

  “Well, I suppose I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be tied up.”

  Jonny grinned. “You like the idea of bondage?”

  “If that’s what it is.”

  “Then today’s your lucky day,” he said, pausing to suckle and nip at one of her nipples. “I just might be able to oblige you, if you ask me very nicely.”

  She canted her head. “How nicely?”

  Jonny guided her hand to his cock. “Touch me, babe. That’ll be a good start.”

  She wrapped her fingers firmly round his length and slowly moved her hand. When his cock expanded even more beneath her touch, he groaned and considered letting her bring him to orgasm. That way he’d be in a better position to satisfy her needs. Sucking her clit had been a real turn-on and he was still in some discomfort as a result. He immediately went off the idea when he realized someone had taught her how to touch a man a little too well. He sucked in a deep breath, tried to think of something other than his pulsating need to come, and prized her fingers loose.