Three Men and a Woman: Caroline (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rachel Billings

  He wanted to dominate? Yes.

  He wanted to demonstrate his control? Yes to that, too.

  She felt guilty, felt a certain amount of punishment might be due.

  She wouldn’t stop him from anything he wanted to do to her. She wanted Jack, and only him. Her thoughts of Matt were an aberration. She counted on Jack’s overpowering lovemaking to drive them out of her head.

  He laid her there, positioning her body to his satisfaction, and then left her, all vulnerable and exposed.

  “Don’t move.”

  She heard him move about the room. She knew he opened a drawer, then another.

  He came back to the bed, kneeling between her legs.

  He stayed there a long moment, still and silent, adding to the tension she felt, toying with her. Dom Jack.

  She huffed a ragged breath out then shuddered suddenly in reflex at his next action.

  He’d squirted something cold, wet—lubrication, she realized—right into her ass.

  She couldn’t help another shudder. “Jack.”

  “Shh,” he said. He touched her there, with a finger, circling. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

  He dipped in just a little, and she whimpered.

  “Aren’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then take it. Whatever I do to you next, I want you to just fucking take it.”

  Maybe this was more than she could do. But it felt—good, and right—what he was doing to her there. It was a little naughty and, well, deserved.

  He circled that finger around, just the tip of it, just inside, making her groan. “Do you want me to stop?”

  Should she? Probably. Did she? She took a little more of that action, that gentle reaming, then gave him an honest, if startling, answer. “No.”

  “Good girl. So don’t bitch. Relax and it will go easier for you.”

  She hummed out a little anxious moan as he pushed a bit further. But she took his advice. She let her body go soft, gave over to the sensations. He went deeper. She thought she had the whole length of his finger in her now. He reamed it around, stretching her sphincter, making her moan again and squirm a little, excited against her will.

  Abruptly he took his finger out. Then he replaced it with something cooler. Harder. Bigger.

  He shoved it in.

  She knew it was a butt plug. She’d never seen one, but she read—like everyone, she knew what one was now.

  He hadn’t been gentle when he’d thrust it in. She’d cried out in protest, but she remembered what she’d agreed to. She took it.

  But she couldn’t keep from arching away, a sort of instinctive effort to escape, and her breath was all rough, uneasy panting.

  He put his hands on her hips, controlling her. Before she’d steadied, before her breath had calmed, he put the head of his cock right at her opening. He pushed in just enough, just so she was stretched by his maximum girth.

  He held her there, one hand gripping her ass, as she started moaning.

  The stimulation was exquisite—his big cock distending her, and that naughty, thrilling sensation from the butt plug.

  He slid his other hand around her and took her clit between his thumb and fingers.

  Holding on, he slowly shoved into her, making her feel every inch, blazing the way with that big head of his cock.

  He pushed in and then held there, starting a steady rhythm of milking her clit.

  “Caro,” he said, quiet.

  She wasn’t sure she’d heard it. Her own moans were vocal, and her ears were all but ringing.

  “Caro,” he said louder and emphasized it with a hard thrust.

  “What?” she said, barely able to gather her wits. “What?”

  He thrust again and pinched her, harder. His movement into her jostled the butt plug, stimulating her ass. “Were you thinking of him?” He thrust again, deep. “Were you thinking of Matt?”

  His stimulation to her clit was constant now, pinching then stroking. She couldn’t process his words. “What? No.”

  He slammed into her. “Don’t lie to me. Did you imagine him walking in on us, seeing us? Watching you come?”

  Caroline groaned, lost to the devastation he inflicted on her body. How could he know that?

  “Did you kiss him last night? Did you let him touch you?”

  He was thrusting, hard, deeply, each stroke a complete taking. “Tell me. Tell me!”

  She cried out, almost screaming, overwrought by this wicked torment. “Yes!”

  “What?” he grunted out. He fell over her, his weight descending upon her, his voice right at her ear. “What part of it?”

  “All of it,” she cried. “I thought of him while you made me come. He kissed me. I let him touch me!”

  He growled, clutching all around her, thrusting wildly.

  Her fingers clawed into the bedding. Her breath became a loud, endless moan, its pitch rising until it was a scream. They came together, he going rigid, groaning harshly and then spurting into her. She, convulsing, impaling herself back onto his hard cock, finishing herself off against him when he stopped moving, then wailing in wicked relief, feeling the hot jets of his cum fill her.

  She was crying when the shudders stopped, incoherent words lost in desperate breaths. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

  He hushed her, pulling out and cuddling her back up against him. He tucked the blankets around them, still holding her close. “I love you,” he said. “I love you, Caroline.”

  * * * *

  She heard when Matthew came home. She’d been asleep but woke to the soft noises of him moving through the house.

  Sleep had come only moments after Jackson’s vows of love, words spoken with firm, quiet conviction. She’d sobbed out one more breath, unable to fathom it.

  He’d used her ruthlessly, driving her to a cataclysmic orgasm at the same time he forced her guilty confession about Matt.

  Then he’d soothed her and told her he loved her.

  No bitterness, no accusations of betrayal.

  Just a declaration of love.

  It was a stunning contradiction, the exact reverse of what she’d expected.

  Abruptly, surprisingly, his soft words, his soothing touch had combined with her extreme exhaustion of body and confusion of spirit to propel her into sleep.

  But she was awake now, alert to Matt’s quiet presence in the house.

  “Turn over. I’m going to fuck you again.”

  Apparently, she wasn’t the only one in the bed who was awake.

  And, though sweet Jack had put her to sleep, dom Jack was with her now.

  “No.”

  She knew what this was about. He was surely every bit aware as she was of Matt’s presence. This was his chest-beating, caveman sensibility, his determination to show possession. To stake his claim in the presence of an interloper.

  Behind her, there was quiet for a long moment. “All right, then.”

  That came as a surprise. A short-lived one. After just the briefest of pauses, Jack slid his fingers over her hip straight to her clit.

  “I said, no.”

  He touched her, lightly circling. “I thought you said no to rolling over.”

  “No,” she declared. “I said no to you—”

  “Fucking you?”

  “Yes, to you…fucking me.”

  “I see.”

  But his fingers didn’t stop, and he had magic in them. Almost, she lost her train of thought. “Then what are you doing?”

  He brought his other hand around somehow now, covering her breast and finding her nipple with heat-seeking accuracy. “I’m changing your mind.”

  “Jackson,” she said it sternly but lost a bit of the effect to that little tremor that went through her body. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

  “Fuck you?”

  She sighed. “No.”

  She could feel his single nod from behind her.

  “Change your mind.”

  “Jack.”

  He found her c
ore now and the moisture there. He used it to slick his fingers so his stimulation of her clit became even more provocative.

  Wrangling her last coherent thought, she elbowed him. “This is about Matt.”

  He rose up to lean over her and cover her mouth with his. “We’re not going to talk about that until tomorrow.”

  He lifted his mouth while he maneuvered himself over her. She took advantage of the moment to renew her objection.

  But he hushed her again, even as he pushed his cock into her. “Tomorrow,” he said again, moving his mouth now to her breast. “I promise. Tomorrow night.”

  He filled her in that way he had, with exquisite stimulation and overwhelming power. She wriggled under him, catching her breath, working to accommodate the size of him. The movement caused a twinge in her ass, and she remembered she’d fallen asleep with that butt plug still lodged there. Each thrust he took into her stirred it, stirred her.

  She didn’t forget his purpose, his wicked, Neanderthal intention. But still, she couldn’t resist him. So when he drove her up and then instructed her to come, she did. And when he pounded into her, whispering harshly in her ear, commanding her to scream with it, well, she did that, too.

  Chapter Four

  Caroline and Jackson stayed late in bed, dawdling, intentionally on perhaps both their parts, long enough that Matt had showered and left the house before they rose.

  Jack had been sweet when she woke, snuggling with her, teasing and laughing. It was no surprise that he woke with a hard-on, but he seemed content to ignore it in favor of their intimate chat.

  She learned the method to his madness later, in the shower.

  She’d shampooed, washed, and rinsed, mostly despite his “help.”

  He put his hands alongside her face as she finished spraying suds from her hair.

  “And now, my darling,” he said, kissing her. “Get on your knees.”

  She met his gaze, checked by the stern words after their playful morning. He watched her, awaiting her compliance. Determined. Expecting it. Just the slightest bit impatient about it.

  She had a little experience giving oral sex. Back in her early, frustrating sexual experiences, it was a way she could please her boyfriend when his fruitless attempts at penetration had failed.

  Back then, she’d pretty much begrudged it, since it was a means to satisfy his desires while leaving her own left entirely unfulfilled.

  Still, Jack had yet to let her down. So she nodded once and knelt in front of him. He stroked her head, sliding her hair back, and she realized he intended to watch. He was already hard, his cock bobbing as though it was seeking its own way to her mouth.

  He took hold of himself with one hand and put the other on her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. Then he rubbed the tip of his cock over her lips. “Lick me,” he instructed. “Circle your tongue around me. Just over the head.”

  So. This was a lesson.

  She could hardly object. Clearly, in regards to sexual skill, she was a novice. And he was, well, a master.

  The sort of master who took great pleasure from having her on her knees before him. That wasn’t a guess—he told her so in hot words.

  He taught her how to use her hands on his shaft—the substantial length of it that would never fit in her mouth. He had her stroke his balls and slide her finger along that smooth stretch of skin behind them.

  Possibly she was a quick learner, because he was showing a lot of appreciation for her work.

  “Yes, baby. Caro. Suck me. Deeper,” he said, holding her head with a little more control as he started to push into her. “Swallow, like you’re taking me down. You can do it,” he urged. “I’ll only thrust into you a little, so you won’t gag.”

  She did her best, trying not to resist when he pushed to the back of her throat. He’d pump just a little then draw back to let her use her tongue.

  He took her breast with one hand now, massaging and squeezing. “Christ, you’re good, baby. You look so hot, sucking me down.”

  His words got more crude, his voice urgent. “Christ. Good. Fuck, yes.”

  Then he arched back, thrusting further into her, groaning as he came. His semen shot in spurts to the back of her throat. She swallowed it down, surprisingly turned on by the intimacy of this exchange.

  He fell forward, propping himself with his arm against the wall of the shower as she licked away the last of his cum. He seemed to like that, too, that gentle caretaking. He moaned out a satisfied breath and pulled her to her feet. He took her mouth then, thrusting in with his tongue, sharing their combined taste.

  “That was good, baby. So good.” He used his body to press her up against the wall of the shower. He enclosed her, his hard chest pushing against her, one arm over her head where he leaned into the tile. He continued to eat her mouth, using his tongue like he was fucking her. Then, inevitably, his fingers were at her clit. Ever so knowingly, he touched her, the softest graze at first, making her shiver. Then more intently, harder and faster until she was jerking into a sudden orgasm.

  * * * *

  Jackson thoroughly enjoyed the day he spent with Caroline.

  Well, it was hard to fault a day that started with that spectacular blow job he’d coached her through.

  He was in fucking heaven. From the first, something about Caroline had suggested to him that she had a latent, simmering sexuality that was waiting to be unearthed, to be brought into the light.

  He’d thought it, and he’d known he was just the one to make her shine. Even so, he was blown away by what they’d found together. She was a freaking superstar of adventuresome, audacious sex.

  She was still stunned by it, he knew. She hadn’t had a clue what she had inside her. And, lord knew, he hadn’t exactly eased her into it.

  He’d thought he would. He’d figured to gently show her the way.

  But from the first, her absolute responsiveness had driven him over the top.

  It was her nature, he’d realized. She had an openness, an ability to absorb and process new experiences, to savor, to live them fully.

  So when her receptiveness had seduced him, had incited his darker sexual urges, well, he’d let loose. He hadn’t had it in him to hold back.

  He understood the surprise it had been to her. She’d had those early, unsuccessful, and no doubt painful sexual experiences. With boys, ignorant and idiotic, who’d obviously had no skill or even inclination to see to her needs. They wouldn’t have even recognized that she had them.

  Well, so much the better for him.

  Okay, so he’d pushed her hard in this single week since he’d first made love to her. He hadn’t been entirely in control. But she hadn’t objected—not really, at least. Her body was his, willing and eager to follow his lead.

  Her head, well—he knew she was still trying to catch up. Surely, it had come as a surprise to her that her sexual awakening included his use of her in some pretty edgy ways and even her hesitant, uneasy willingness to submit.

  He caught her watching him at times during the day. She’d glance sideways at him, wondering, he figured, just how it had happened that she had given over to him the way she had. How she’d let him possess her, take control. Submitting while he fucked her with a beer bottle or shoved down her throat and came in her mouth. Allowing him to use a butt plug, for God’s sake. Letting him fuck her wildly, forcing her scream, entirely aware that his very intention was for Matt to hear it.

  He let her watch. He walked her through the aquarium, sat across from her in a loud, tourist-crowded restaurant eating seafood.

  His plan was to show her only his gentle side. And mostly, he succeeded. It was a pleasure to be with her. She enjoyed the aquarium intensely and obviously. She had a bright, inquisitive mind and a real appreciation of beauty.

  At lunch, she ate with refreshing appetite and a natural, artless sensuality. She fully experienced all of it, the food, the crowds, his presence there beside her.

  It was who she was.

  Occas
ionally, he knew, she caught glimpses of what smoldered inside him. He couldn’t watch her pleasure in the jellyfish exhibit or the way she savored a bit of lobster dripping butter without his cock stirring, without the heat, that hard want of her he had in him, at every moment, let loose in his eyes.

  She’d pause then, or swallow hard. But he’d smile and take her hand again, and she’d give him a soft smile back, trusting.

  Innocent, she didn’t know what was coming.

  Jack wasn’t sure, himself, if what he had planned for that night was something he could live with. But once it had entered his mind, it had seemed inevitable, right.

  Tonight, when he fucked Caroline and made her scream, he didn’t intend that Matt would be listening from his own room. He planned to have Matt right there, fucking her with him.

  * * * *

  Caroline enjoyed the day tremendously. Once they left Jackson’s house, she felt she had a bit of a reprieve. It was good to spend the day with him, acting like a couple of tourists, enjoying the sights.

  It felt normal, peaceful. It gave her some time to process, to settle a bit after that wild, almost overwhelming, night of lovemaking.

  Jack was sweet, holding her hand, indulging her as she lingered at the aquarium, walking with her through the city.

  She knew it was there—that hard, simmering desire he had for her, that intense, sexual drive of his. Once in a while she’d catch him looking at her, and she’d give a little shiver in response. He couldn’t always subdue his carnal nature. She’d perceive that glitter in his eyes, his way of seeing into her and finding, revealing her own unexpected sexual proclivities.

  She was aware of it throughout the day. He let it loose late that afternoon when he took her back to his house.

  A rest, he said they needed. He had plans for later so they needed a bit of down time.

  They lay together on his bed. She’d taken off her sweater and jeans and was not the least surprised when he began stroking his hands over her. He touched her, warming her everywhere, a gentle lovemaking so slow that, truth be told, there were moments when she wanted to scream at him to get on with it, to take her, to pound into her the way they both loved.