Their Lusty Little Valentine [The Lusty, Texas Collection] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Covington

  “Good. Sweetheart…will you undress for us?”

  Preston positioned her so that she stood in front of them. They sat down, side by side by side on the end of the bed, their gazes locked on her.

  “Take your clothes off slowly, one piece at a time,” Taylor said.

  “Fold your clothes, darling, and set them on the dresser.” Charlie nodded to underscore his words.

  Samantha already knew that when Preston talked to her in a very—well, very commanding tone—that she got wet. Now she knew that Taylor and Charlie both had that effect on her, as well.

  In the time she’d spent with these men she’d found them to be witty and charming, and all three of them smiled often and easily. But right at that moment, the intensity of the way they made her the center of their attention sent delicious shivers up her spine.

  This afternoon she’d been shaking as she’d dropped her underwear. This time her nerves were calm as she slipped the buttons on her blouse free from their moorings.

  Samantha knew now that stupendous orgasms were in her immediate future. But more, she knew that by baring herself to them, one piece of clothing at a time, she pleased them. She’d taken a few minutes before dinner to shower and change. She’d already noticed that the Kendalls tended to dress a little less casually for the evening meal. Thinking of these three men at the time, she’d donned her sexiest lingerie, never really imagining that she would have the opportunity to model them.

  She slipped out of her blouse, folded it, and set it on the dresser. Her skirt came off just as quickly. As it turned out, modeling the scraps of lace she wore was actually a moot point. They all three sucked in their breath when they saw them, but then she discarded the pieces in less than a minute.

  “Good girl.” Preston’s words stroked something inside her and it was all she could do not to preen because of his praise.

  “Do you know how aroused we are, just looking at you?” Taylor got up from the bed and came to her. He took her hand and placed it over his cock. Even through the trousers he wore she could feel the girth of him, and the heat. “I look at your luscious mouth, and I can see how hot you looked earlier with Charlie’s cock between your lips. And I think about what it’s going to feel like when you have your sexy little mouth around mine.”

  “Look at the way her nipples just drew taut,” Charlie said. “I think she likes the idea, Taylor.”

  “Mmm, yes, they are tight little buds, aren’t they? Touch them, Taylor. Do they feel hot and hard?”

  Taylor wasted no time in doing as his brother asked. She couldn’t prevent her eyes from fluttering closed at the luscious tingle that raced through her with his touch.

  “Open your eyes, Samantha.” Taylor’s command shivered through her and her eyes opened of their own volition.

  “Tell me, kitten…are you wet? Are our words making you wet?”

  She might rue the day, but she decided to hold nothing back. Maybe she was allowing herself to be too vulnerable. Was she deliberately setting a trap, courting disappointment? She’d like to think she was a better person than that.

  Time is just too damn short to play games.

  “I am wet. I’m horny, and yes, your words are making me hotter. But I’m beginning to think all you three have to do is breathe, and I’d be wet.”

  Taylor lifted her hand from his cock, and brought it to his lips. “Same goes, sweetheart. Will you undress me, now, please?”

  It amazed her that he could say the word “please” and yet his request still sounded like a command. “If you like. I’ve never undressed a man before.”

  “I have a feeling there are a lot of things you’ve never done before,” he said.

  Rather than answer him, Samantha reached for the buttons of his shirt. The light blue cotton felt slightly damp to the touch. Samantha wondered if he’d sweat only because of the outside heat, or because of the inside heat they were kindling between them. The house was air-conditioned, so she suspected it was the latter.

  She eased his shirt off him, and although he didn’t specifically ask her to, she decided to fold his garments as neatly as she’d done her own, and place them beside hers.

  “Here.” Preston came forward and placed a pillow on the floor in front of Taylor’s feet. She looked from it to the man who’d set it there. He winked at her and then returned to his spot on the bed.

  Samantha reached for the belt buckle on Taylor’s pants and opened it. Then, taking her cue and making use of the pillow, she slipped to her knees, opened his zippered fly, and then carefully eased the clothing past his very erect and already leaking cock.

  Rather than get to her feet again—the sight and scent of Taylor Kendall aroused and enticed her beyond measure—she folded his pants and set them aside on the floor.

  He’d already taken off his own socks. Casting a quick glance at the others, she saw they were barefoot, too.

  Taylor combed his fingers through her hair. “I think you know what I want you to do now, don’t you, baby?”

  Samantha didn’t need to be asked twice. She buried her face in his groin, inhaling deeply, his scent going straight to her cunt. His aroma differed subtly from Charlie’s. Nuzzling him, she placed a chaste kiss on his balls and then ran her tongue up the outside of his shaft.

  “God, yes.” Taylor fixed both hands in her hair, but his touch was gentle.

  She wrapped her left arm around his right thigh, fisted his cock with her right hand, and closed her mouth over the purple head. Like his brothers, he was circumcised. And like his brothers, his cock stood erect and proud, and from what she knew of such things, was an above-average size.

  She sucked, moving her head up and down slowly and running her tongue along the shaft as she did. That first droplet of dew tasted wonderful, and she set about to coax more from him.

  “Oh, Samantha, that feels so damn good. So good.”

  “Looks damn good, too,” Preston said.

  “Wait until you experience it yourself,” Charlie said. “She has a fucking wonderful mouth.”

  Samantha met each of their gazes in turn, letting them both know they could enjoy the same treat, if they wanted it. Her inner woman cheered knowing just that look added to their arousal.

  Then she closed her eyes and gave all of her focus to Taylor. The sounds he made as she continued to suck his cock told her he loved what she did. The trembling of his body told her he fought completion.

  He wants to stay in that wondrous place of heightened sensitivity. She’d only discovered that place herself that very day and couldn’t say she blamed him.

  Easing her mouth off his cock for a moment, she placed a string of kisses along his abdomen, nuzzled him some more, and licked at his balls.

  “Lord, baby!” He flexed his hands in her hair. The role of siren was a new and captivating one for her and she gave herself over to enjoying him.

  “Our woman is reveling again,” Preston said.

  “Thank God.” Taylor’s words sounded strangled.

  Samantha sucked his cock back into her mouth, and then just held it there, giving him little sucks. She wrapped her arms around him, and splayed her fingers on his ass cheeks. She wanted him to know she would spend as much time as he wanted her to here, on her knees, pleasuring him.

  “Oh, baby, you are so generous.” Just above a whisper, he acknowledged her gift. Her heart soared.

  Taylor bent over her slightly. “Make me come, Samantha. I want you to drink me.”

  She smoothed her hands over his ass in a loving caress, then moved, subtly. One hand stroking his cock, the other cupping his balls, she put all her focus on drawing his seed from him.

  “Yes…oh, yes, so close…yes!” His cock twitched, and Samantha took that as her cue. She sucked on him long and hard, swallowing when the first jet of cream hit her throat.

  Taylor’s shouts morphed to whimpered groans, and Samantha continued to draw on him until his cock stopped ejaculating. She released him gently, then sat back on her haunches
and met his gaze.

  “Thank you, baby. That was wonderful.” He cupped her chin, his touch reverent.

  “I’m so triggered right now.” Charlie surged off the bed and stripped. He walked over to the bedside table and pulled out a condom, and made very quick work of putting it on.

  He approached her, his gaze unwavering, and Samantha had the sense of a predator stalking his prey.

  “I’ve been dreaming of the way your cunt is going to feel wrapped tight around my cock. Are you wet enough to take me?”

  She wondered if he wanted her to reach down and find the answer to his question on her own. Wondering was cut short when he reached down—but not to put his fingers in her pussy.

  He plucked her off the floor, and carried her to the end of the bed. There he sat exactly where he had been before he’d undressed.

  “Straddle me.”

  She could smell his perspiration, a pleasant if earthy smell, and her arousal climbed even higher. Her knees rested on the bed, her legs on either side of his hips. She used one hand to brace herself on his shoulder. With the other she reached down, grasped his latex-covered cock, and placed it at the entrance of her cunt.

  “I am wet,” she said. “And very eager to feel your cock inside me.”

  Charlie had kept his hands banded on her waist. The moment she removed her hand from his cock, he pulled her down into his thrust.

  “Lord, yes. Hot and wet and wonderfully tight.” He rested his forehead against hers and breathed deeply.

  Feminine ego soared at the realization that this virile man was fighting for control. Oh, she would never again doubt her power as a woman.

  “Your cock feels really good inside me, Charlie. You’ve filled me right up.” She laid her arms on his shoulders, and with their foreheads still touching, she clenched her inner muscles.

  “Oh, sweetheart, yes. Do that again.”

  “She has great muscle control,” Taylor said.

  “Perfect,” Charlie said. “Our Samantha is perfect.”

  Our Samantha. She couldn’t describe all the feelings inside her that those two words set free. Warmth, joy, and maybe just a little bit of trepidation.

  She had no time to ponder them further. Charlie lifted her slightly, then pulled her down again. The sensation of his cock moving in and out of her stole every thought from her head. The next time he raised her, his mouth latched on to her right nipple. He suckled strongly, then gave her the tiniest little nip.

  “Oh!” A starburst of arousal jolted through her.

  “Your cunt just clenched and drenched me.” He brought her down and then laid his lips on hers. His kiss, carnal and captivating, enticed her and seduced her and compelled her to wrap her arms around him and kiss him back for all she was worth.

  Inside, her hormones were threatening to riot if they didn’t get that sweet satisfaction soon.

  Unable to prevent the sound, and with need clawing at her, Samantha whimpered.

  “Do you want to come, Sammy?”

  No one called her “Sammy” and lived to tell the tale. But that nickname, on Charlie’s lips, sounded just right.

  “Yes, but I want you to fuck me harder.”

  “Hard and fast and deep. You want it a little on the rough side, don’t you?”

  She’d never known that she would, but she said, “Yes. I want it wild and wanton.”

  “How rough, baby?” Charlie changed his hold on her, wrapping one arm around her and then fisting her hair. “Like this?” He began to thrust up in her, hard and fast. The pinch from the hand at her side and the pinch from the fingers in her hair did something almost mystical to her. They seemed to amplify the heat, the arousal, so that the sizzling need evolved into a greedy desperation.

  “Yes. More. Oh, God, yes.” Words, thoughts, fell away and only feeling, only sensations, lived. She worked with him, rising and falling, slamming his cock into her, as if she couldn’t stop…and she couldn’t. Each thrust catapulted her higher, faster, so that her arousal lived, breathed, and began to find its own way to oblivion. She closed her eyes and raced.

  Samantha sensed someone standing behind her. Inhaling deeply, she recognized Taylor. Then he reached around, grabbed a hold of her left nipple, and pinched.

  “Oh! Oh, yes! Yes!” Samantha’s entire body seemed to explode into the fiery fingers of climax, as wave after wave of cosmic shocks washed over and through her. She came and came in a bliss so pure, so perfect, she was pretty sure she got a glimpse of heaven.

  Chapter 13

  “Breathe, kitten.”

  Preston’s magic tone got through the haze of ecstasy. She hadn’t realized she’d practically fainted.

  “’Kay.” Lassitude seemed to be seeping through her, making her blood feel like molten honey, stealing every bit of strength from her limbs and will from her soul.

  Beneath her, she could feel Charlie trying to breathe, too. As reality returned, she laid her head on his shoulder and took a moment to stroke her hands over his back.

  The heat of another body pressed close to her back. Opening her eyes, she saw Taylor standing off to her left. Taylor met her gaze and winked.

  She snaked one hand out and touched Preston. “I need you, too.”

  He nudged her back with his condom-covered cock. “Don’t worry, kitten. You’re going to have me. After I fulfill your first request.”

  Once more she felt herself lifted. Preston sat on the bed with her on his lap. “Do you know I’m over five foot ten? And yet all three of you pick me up as if I weighed nothing.”

  “I hope that wasn’t a self-deprecating remark,” Preston said, “or else this will be less about erotic pain and more about punishment.”

  Samantha could only wonder at the way she seemed to be perfectly fine having these three men talk to her this way. She was finding things out about herself she never could have guessed.

  “If you mean, was I being self-critical, then no, I wasn’t. I’m actually the perfect weight for my height and reasonably happy with my body. But it does amaze me some that you all seem to be able to cart me around so easily.”

  “We’ve been good boys and eaten our Wheaties since we were small,” Preston said.

  The statement was so absurd, she laughed. Her mood sobered and she reached out and laid her hand on Preston’s chest.

  “What was that you said about erotic pain?”

  “We’ve already discovered you like having your nipples nipped and pinched. That just pushed you over the edge a few moments ago. So did having my finger in your ass this afternoon. You wanted that initiation. I thought we’d see how you respond to having your ass spanked.”

  If he’d suggested such a thing to her first thing this morning, the response she would have given him would have had more than a few cuss words in it.

  Now, she only wanted to further this unexpected odyssey of self-exploration. That wrong turn is proving to have been the most important one I’ve ever taken.

  “I guess I’m willing to give it a try.”

  “There is just one thing that we need you to understand, kitten. This spanking isn’t punishment. It’s erotic play.”

  “It’s part of that dominance and submission game you mentioned earlier?” She asked.

  “It can be, yes. If it’s something you like.”

  “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” She met his gaze.

  Preston’s expression had turned somber. She reached up and caressed his face. “I promise I won’t imagine you’re ‘punishing’ me.”

  He met her gaze for a long moment and she thought he was trying to decide something. She tilted her head to the side. When he didn’t seem to respond to her unspoken signal, she said, “If this is our special place where I can say anything, then surely it must be the same thing for you three as well.”

  Preston’s smile came slow, and spread sweetly. “Good point. All right, kitten. I was going to say, you’ll know when a spanking is a punishment, because we’ll use a lot more force with it.”r />
  Samantha’s temper fired. She opened her mouth to tell him what she thought of that decree. And then she ruined her tone of righteous indignation with a squeak when he deftly picked her up, turned her over, and placed her over his knee.

  She looked over her shoulder at him, still feeling the fire of outrage and he just grinned at her. He placed his hand on her bare bottom and caressed.

  Her arousal kindled anew with his touch. His hand felt heavy and hot and spread little bursts of energy all through her body.

  “That’s a good girl. Just take what I give you, now.” He began to lay little pats on her ass, alternating cheeks, and she wanted to giggle. If he thinks this is a spanking…her thoughts left off, because a delicious warmth began to permeate her flesh, beginning at her ass. As if her body was made of water, that heat began to spread and grow, moving through her, tantalizing her nipples and her clit.

  “Look how pink she is already,” Taylor said.

  “Simply beautiful,” Charlie said.

  “I can smell your arousal, kitten. You’re getting wetter. I think you’re ready.”

  Ready? She wanted a bit more of this spanking first…

  Whack. Samantha jolted as Preston’s hand came down on her right ass cheek, hard. Then shivered as the electric currents of sexual arousal snaked through her. “Oh!”

  Whack. He landed a smack on her left ass cheek, and she actually moaned. Her nipples clenched and she flexed her inner muscles, as if his cock was already buried deep inside her and she wanted to give him a squeeze.

  Whack. Whack. “Oh, God!” Samantha couldn’t believe the liquid heat that was racing through her. Unable to stop herself, she rubbed her pussy against Preston’s bare thigh. Yes, she felt tears prickling her eyes but mostly she just felt as if someone had set her on erotic fire.

  Preston lifted her. “On your hands and knees, kitten. I need to fuck you from behind.”

  She didn’t have much of a chance to argue the point since he set her just like that on the bed. And then she had no desire to, because his cock was poised at the entrance of her cunt. Feeling him there, with the wonderful sensation of his sheathed cock brushing against her pussy lips, her need matched his and as he thrust into her, she pushed back against him.