Ménage Material [La Belle sans la Bete Ménages] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Akeroyd, Serena

  She flushed.

  That gave Bastien all the answer he needed, and his pointed look said so. “Any children resulting from our union will be celebrated. But they are a natural by-product of what we all want. They are not the reason.” He sighed. “Look, why does a gay man want another man?”

  Devvy bit her lip. “He just does.”

  “Exactly. Asking me why I want Alex and a woman is exactly the same. I just do. I can’t explain it. It’s something entrenched in my DNA, just like my black hair. Maybe it’s perverse in normal society, but like I said, I don’t give a damn. I’m rich enough to live in a world of my own choosing, as is Alex. I’m going to assume you tackled him with these same questions?” When she nodded, he asked, “And what did he say?”

  “That you don’t have a vagina.”

  Bastien laughed. “I’m sure he used that exact word,” he mocked, cocking a brow at Alex.

  “Actually, I said pussy.”

  Sebastien just smiled. “But there you have it. He feels the same. We both need you, just as we need each other.”

  Devvy stopped her striding and hovered in front of the sofa. She looked vulnerable, and Alex wanted to tug her down onto his lap, and embrace that vulnerability away. On the brink of doing just that, she stopped him by muttering, “But why would I want two men?”

  “Double the pleasure,” Alex said, and received a cutting glance from Bastien for his pains.

  “While he is correct, there is a simpler reason. What you feel for me, chérie, could you feel for Alex?” At her shaky nod, he continued, “And the way you respond to Alex, the attraction you feel for him, have you ever felt that before or with any other man?”

  “Just you,” she mumbled.

  “There you have your reason, mon ange.”

  “Maybe it just means I’m a slut.”

  Alex snorted. “Finding two men appealing does not make you a slut.”

  “I shouldn’t feel this way when I’m married.”

  “Why do affairs happen? Because people start to want someone else. Now, in this instance, had you met Alex, at a scientific gathering for example, and you had these feelings for him, you’d feel guilty but you’d act on them. It would be as inevitable as the moon waxing and waning. Sometimes, these things cannot be helped.”

  “Affairs are unforgivable.”

  “Yes, they are. They’re a betrayal, because you’re going behind someone’s back. Someone you made vows to. But with us, you’re not betraying me. I asked you to open your mind to the idea of sharing yourself with Alex. You refused. Yet this morning, you found yourself here. Why? Because he makes you feel something so rare, its value is precious.

  “It is sheer good fortune on our parts the man you have fancied from afar is the man I asked you to consider. Then again, perhaps it is not fortune but fate.”

  “Oh, don’t you start on about destiny!” she muttered crossly, to which he simply chuckled.

  “You cannot hide from it, mon amour. You simply cannot. Feel lucky you can have us both, that you can love the two men who do something for you no other has. Do not reject it or call yourself horrible names for needing two men. Embrace it.”

  Could she? Was it possible to so easily accept Alex into her bed?

  She already felt like a pushover. They hadn’t even had to convince her into doing this. Her body had done the convincing. The minute she’d seen Alex this morning, she’d wanted him. Her entire being had come to life.

  Bastien was right. How could she ignore that?

  If Alex and she had happened upon each other at a conference, would she have been able to fight the attraction? Or had last night’s suggestion made her body susceptible to the idea of being able to have both with no recriminations?

  Devvy couldn’t say for sure. And it was that that convinced her.

  Life was short. Too short. So few were fortunate enough to feel this way for one person, never mind two, and Bastien was right again—not that she’d tell him. His head was large enough. Her feelings for him could easily extend to Alex. She couldn’t explain it. There was no rhythm to it, no rhyme. It just was.

  Standing in front of the two most handsome men she’d ever seen, she whispered, “Okay.”

  Elation flashed over Sebastien’s face, and as her eyes flickered over to Alex, she saw a gut-wrenching relief. A relief so deep that she was humbled.

  What had she done to deserve this? Devvy didn’t know but she hoped she lived up to their expectations.

  “Where do we go from here?” She bit her lip as awkwardness tugged at her confidence.

  Bastien patted the sofa beside him. His smile was gentle when she complied. “We go at your pace, mon amour.”

  Devvy nodded, and then found she couldn’t stop nodding. Until, that is, Bastien grabbed her chin, held it with his fingers, and slanted his mouth over hers. The instant their lips connected, the nervous energy seemed to slither out of her veins. He always did this to her. Made her forget herself, made her drown in emotions and sensations that, up until now, only he’d created.

  He was gentle at first—highly unusual for Sebastien—his lips tugging and pulling at hers, drawing her tongue out to play. He dragged his against hers, little flickering laps that had her holding her breath as hunger ravaged her. She moaned against his mouth, lifted her hands to hook around his neck, and the instant she did that, another set of hands were there, cupping her breasts. For a second, she stopped breathing, and then she groaned as Alex began to knead her flesh as he lapped at the side of her throat, and at her nerve-laden nape. He bit down, suckled and continued to do so as he manipulated the warm giving flesh of her neck with his lips, tongue and teeth. She tingled as pleasure rained over her nerve endings, and then whimpered as he pinched the nipples budding through her shirt.

  Needing more, but not knowing how to express it, she suddenly felt Sebastien’s slender fingers tugging the neckline of her camisole down. They blindly worked at the catch on her bra until her breasts spilled out into the loose cups. Alex’s hands supported them for a few seconds, before he moved the cups out of the way, and then bare flesh touched bare flesh, and every inch of her sat up in reaction and hovered with tense expectation, waiting for his next move.

  Alex’s fingers continued their kneading, only now, with slight calluses scoring the tender skin, the sensations were doubled. As they razed over her nipples, teasing them into tighter buds, she sucked down on Bastien’s tongue then grunted as, in response, he began to thrust in and out, fucking her mouth like he’d fuck her pussy. He took control, dominated her, demanded everything she had, until she could do nothing less but give him her all.

  Alex clamped down, nibbling at her throat, and from the heavy sucking, she knew she’d have a hickey in the morning. The thought didn’t bother her, but his constant pulling motions did. She squirmed in her seat, unbearably excited at having two sets of hands touching her, two mouths tormenting her. And that one of those pairs belonged to Alexei Ivanov made her cream in her panties that little bit more.

  Her adolescent crush was touching her, tasting her, supping from her flesh. Devvy didn’t think anything, not even Bastien, could get her hotter than that.

  She broke free of Sebastien’s mouth as Alex suddenly pinched her nipples. Her head fell back, feeling too heavy for her neck but it found a support of its own on Alex’s shoulder. He was directly behind her, a scorching hot presence along the length of her spine.

  For a second, she reveled in the dual heat, in being pressed so totally between them, until Sebastien ducked down, and his lips pressed open-mouthed kisses to her breasts. She looked at him, watched his mouth playing and tormenting her greedy flesh, feeling dazed at the thought of the pair of them attending to her. When she saw Alex’s hands offering her breasts to Sebastien’s mouth, she jerked upward, and sent her hands to the hem of her skirt. She wriggled and dragged it up, up, until she could spread her thighs. The instant she could, she sent them around Bastien’s hips, widening them even more.

  Wi
th that one desperate act, she knew what she was inviting and she froze. The hands, lips, tongue and teeth continued their insidious magic. They made her breathless with want and need but she wasn’t ready. She wasn’t. No matter how much her body wanted them, both of them, this wasn’t Devvy. They’d taken her out of herself, transformed her into a sex-fueled creature.

  For the first time in her life, Devvy wasn’t the prodigious scientist. She was a sex-starved beast, wanting only cock. These two men’s cocks.

  The scientist had reared its head, however, and croakily, she whispered, “Bastien?”

  He hummed around her nipple, making her cunt cream a little harder, and her body need that much more. She could so easily throw herself into this. So easily let him fuck her as she rested against Alex, using him as a back support. But if she did, she’d regret it tomorrow.

  “Bastien, stop,” she grated out as Alex pinched her nipple so Sebastien could tug at the tip with his teeth.

  At her words, he obeyed, releasing her nipple with a panting breath.

  “I need…,” she managed to say, and then sucked in another breath. “I need to see you two kiss. I”—just saying the word had her toes curling—“I really need to see you both together.”

  She didn’t want this to end, but she just couldn’t let it end the way her body needed. If she succumbed to the pair of them today, not even twenty-four hours after their shocking suggestion of a ménage à trois, she’d never forgive herself for rolling over so easily. She didn’t want to be coerced or seduced down the path they’d spent years constructing. She just needed time to adjust, and to be frank, Devvy didn’t think that was a lot to ask!

  In the meantime, her body was pissed off. The only consolation that would ease the deep ache in her pussy was the sight of them together. She’d never thought she’d like to see two men kissing, but this was Bastien and Alex. Devvy didn’t think there could be anything more glorious.

  Alex chuckled against her throat, and the vibration made her blood run a little hotter. It also distracted her, so when Bastien dragged her legs around his waist, and when he lifted her so she was pressed tightly against him, she could only squeal with shock. As soon as he moved, Alex did too, and what she thought would happen, didn’t.

  Sandwiched between the pair of them, she was in sensory heaven. Alex’s lean length cushioned her back, and Bastien’s bulky muscles were a heavy weight above her. To put the cherry on the cake, over her shoulder, the two of them kissed. She turned her head, and awkwardly gawked at the pair of them as they kissed over her. Only when Sebastien rocked his hips slightly did she realize what he’d done. Perfectly aligned his cock along the parted lips of her pussy.

  His erect cock.

  Beneath her clit, where she needed it most.

  The sounds in her ear, the sight beside her…she didn’t care if she ended up with a permanent crick in her neck. She couldn’t stop watching.

  It was tenderer than she’d imagined. Slower. Sebastien didn’t really do slow. At least, not with her. He tended to fuck her silly, saving the gentle kisses for afterward. But here, he was different.

  They gently rocked their mouths, rubbing their lips against the other. Then, she saw a quick peek of Bastien’s tongue, and the man she knew suddenly came to the fore. His tongue worked at Alex’s. He raked his down the other man’s, nibbled and tangled the two together. He pulled away only to bite down on Alex’s bottom lip. When Alex groaned, Bastien’s hips rocked upward, and that started the rhythm. That groan was the catalyst, because Bastien didn’t stop rocking. His cock continued to work at her panty-covered cunt, dragging back and forth, back and forth, until once more her head was rolling against Alex’s shoulder. It turned out that was the perfect position for watching the pair of them devour each other.

  Up until that moment, Alex had taken Bastien’s aggression, accepted it with enjoyment. That was until Devvy had started to whimper and mewl at the contact of Sebastien’s shaft where she needed it most, a touch that was just right but not enough to get her off.

  The sounds incited Alex, which in turn thrilled her. To see his reaction to her arousal made her blood start to sing and she watched, in awe, as he started to fuck Sebastien’s mouth with his tongue.

  As impatient as ever, Bastien allowed it for thirty seconds at the most, and then he was forcing the pair of them backward. The press of his chest to her bare breasts had her groaning and she barely noticed as Alex controlled the movement, slowing down the pace until he was flat on his back on the sofa with her above him. Bastien had more freedom now and he removed her legs from about his waist and knelt on the sofa between her thighs. Then, he was there. The pressure at her core had her back arching as he began to fuck her, only without penetration.

  He seemed to realize she wouldn’t be able to cope with that until she’d grown more used to the idea, but he also knew she needed this. Only this would break down her barriers. Sure, she’d be embarrassed afterward, but it would be the start of her tumbling down the slippery slope, and even in her current state of need, she was well aware that was all Sebastien wanted from her. Once it started, it would snowball until she craved them and would agree to all their demands.

  At that moment in time, she didn’t give a shit. And she gave even less of a shit when a hand shoved in between Bastien’s hips and hers, and fingers fought their way into contact with her sex. Suddenly her panties were dragged out of the way, and the digits burrowed down.

  It was Alex. She could tell by the calluses.

  Every part of her sat up and danced at the knowledge his hands were inches away from the entrance to her body. For all intents and purposes, his fingers were on her pussy, and didn’t it just welcome him? She literally felt the moisture slip down her channel and coat her pussy lips.

  The abrasive quality of Sebastien’s expensive pants against her clit had her shrieking, her head lolling from side to side. It was only then she noticed they were still kissing at the same time as they were driving her crazy.

  “More, more, more,” she mumbled, dazed with a need she didn’t know how to soothe.

  But Alex did.

  His fingers slipped down and he began to play with her pussy lips. He ignored her clit, because Bastien had that part of her covered, and she felt him start to coat the digits with her cream. The touch was enough to have her feet burrowing into Bastien’s backside. She thought, hoped, prayed he’d fill her cunt with them. But he didn’t. They slipped down to her asshole, where he rimmed the tight pucker once, twice, and then shoved a finger in deep to the second knuckle.

  Her vision turned fuzzy, like the gray snow on a dying TV set. As he pressed deep, the gray began to bleed out, drain away, leaving dark patches at the edge of her vision. Almost like her nerves were short-circuiting. When he slipped his thumb into her cunt, and between thumb and forefinger pinched down, taunting the thin membrane where one day Alex and Bastien’s cocks would rub, her sight finally caved in and turned black.

  A shrill scream escaped her and this time, her back arched up with such a force it jerked Bastien backward. Her head, resting against Alex’s on the sofa, held all of her weight as Bastien’s hips and Alex’s fingers pinned her butt down.

  She was surrounded. On all sides. By their bodies as well as their arousal. Their panting echoed around the room, but they seemed to swaddle her. Deepen their possession of her. The only hole that wasn’t filled was the one that didn’t really count, her mouth. At that moment, she was theirs. Taken and claimed by Alex and Bastien in the most simple yet effective of ways. She would never forget this moment. She would always crave the duality of their touch against her.

  This was a memory in the making, one that would haunt her for life.

  Time would tell if that was for good or ill.

  * * * *

  It was worth returning to the office with a hard-on as well as a fresh suit, thanks to Devvy’s cum ruining the expensive fabric of his previous set of pants. A thought that had his dick twitching with the memory of what
had just happened on Alex’s sofa. Only those two could have him so hungry, so fast. It was a phenomenon the two of them shared. It made them unique to him. Special.

  In truth, Sebastien had never been so happy to have an aching cock. It was well worth the discomfort. And besides that, he was on top of the world. She’d actually taken part in their first “scene” together, and afterward, even though she’d been shy, another kiss from Alex had made her cheeks stop their blushing, and she’d simply sagged into his hold, going completely limp.

  Seeing the two of them together—Bastien wasn’t ashamed to admit—had lodged a lump in his throat.

  All the years of waiting, planning, and hoping, and they’d found her. She wasn’t a faceless woman, a stranger. She was Devvy. The only person he could ever love as he did Alex and did, in fact, even though in comparison to his other mate, Bastien had only known her for two short years.

  When a person entered your life, took over, and you didn’t mind, that was serious stuff. From the very first, Devvy had been that person. She’d sat at the front of his mind, vying for position with Alex. Sometimes winning, because he’d been so certain she was the one to finally complete the pair of them, and his judgment hadn’t been wrong.

  Today was the first step down the path to all of his and Alex’s dreams being fulfilled.

  God, he was a lucky bastard.

  He didn’t even care that someone was trying to blackmail him. He was walking on air, because the journey had begun.

  That being said, he’d have to deal with the blackmailer sooner or later. There had been vague threats over the years. Exposés he’d quashed by revealing all to the press, and cutting the blackmailer off without a cent. He was as honest as a businessman could be, and where his company was concerned, he had nothing to be ashamed of. He made certain of that.

  Being an ethical producer of cosmetics was hard for many businesses, but not for him. He’d started in the industry thanks to family. In his case, his great-great-grandmother. She’d had a book loaded with ancient and old-fashioned remedies.