Smooth Operators [Clandestine Affairs 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  “You want to let him know you’re on to him?” Gus asked. “Is that wise?”

  No, Fergal didn’t think it was wise, but he had a bad feeling about this. Short of patrolling the outside of the property twenty-four-seven, there was no way they could guarantee Briana’s safety. The cameras only covered a very small part of a large property. These people were obviously desperate to get their hands on the place—hence Greg’s almost constant attention toward Briana. Fergal felt a violent rage surge through him when he thought of that jerk getting anywhere near her, and it simply wasn’t a risk he was prepared to take.

  Their time limitations would explain the sheriff’s fishing trip this morning. If Fergal had said they were about to leave, Stone could have afforded to bide his time until they had just one little lady to frighten. Even so, Briana was no pushover and persuading her to part with the property she loved would require more than a verbal charm campaign. People like Stone didn’t believe in damaging their manicures and got the Kyle Bruces of this world to do their dirty work for them. Ergo, it was simply a case of Fergal persuading Bruce to give up everything he knew about his assignment to scare Briana. Fergal needed to know why they wanted the place so badly.

  “Yeah, I think it’s wise,” Fergal said in a glacial tone.

  “Take Gus. I need to run checks on this Seagrove guy.”

  “Call Raoul and have him and Zeke run the check. Gus already got soaking wet once today.”

  “Take care,” Briana said anxiously. “I still think you’re overreacting, but if there is something going on I don’t want you getting hurt because of me.”

  “Aw, honey,” Harley said, kissing the back of her neck and wrapping his arms around her from behind. “That’s so sweet, but don’t you go worrying about us. We’re big boys and can take care of ourselves.”

  “Keep a close watch on the cameras, Gus,” Fergal warned, reaching for his jacket.

  * * * *

  “What cameras?” Briana asked, returning to the fire with Gus after they’d waved Fergal and Harley off.

  “Just a few little spying devices we put up outside to help intercept intruders.”

  “Now you’re frightening me.”

  Gus sat down and pulled her with him, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders. “Frightened is good. Frightened people stay alert.”

  “You don’t seem too alert,” she remarked, when his free hand slid beneath her top and his fingers inched their way toward her breasts.

  “Hey, I take my duties seriously. Have to make sure you don’t have any concealed weapons.”

  She laughed, anticipation coursing through her as Gus’s questing fingers continued to roam. “I’m not the enemy.”

  “That’s what you say, but I’m a cautious guy.” He waggled his brows at her. “You have no idea what sorts of stunts a desperate enemy is capable of pulling.”

  “You think my breasts are the enemy.”

  “A very good question.” He drilled her with a sexy smile as he pulled her top over her head and threw it on the floor. “Best make sure.”

  “See, I don’t have any hidden goodies.”

  “I wouldn’t say that,” he replied, closing his fingers over one of her tits and tweaking the nipple. “These babies could pulverize any man who doesn’t keep his wits about him. Hell of a way to go.”

  Gus didn’t remove her bra. Instead he pulled her tits out of the cups. The nipples protruded over the top, dark pink, rock solid, exquisitely painful. Briana moaned when he attached his lips to one of them and bit down. She sank her fingers into his hair and pushed his head closer. Gus made a grunting sound, removed his arm from around her shoulders, and leaned into the corner of the couch. He pulled her with him so she was almost lying on top of him. Still feasting on her tits, one hand ran over her ass and squeezed her buttocks, pushing her against his arousal.

  Briana didn’t know herself. Only a few hours ago, Harley had rocked her world. Now Gus was doing the same thing, and she was more than ready to meet him halfway. She fumbled between them, reaching for his zipper. Taking matters into her own hands was probably a punishable offence, but she was too turned on to care. Before she could get very far, he raised his head and shook it from side to side.

  “Can’t wait, huh? Wasn’t Harley enough for you this morning?”

  “I want you, too,” she said, surprising herself with the brazen admission.

  “Yeah, I got that part. Stand up, darlin’, in front of the fire where I can see you.” She did so, remembering at the last minute to lower her eyes. “Hmm, now don’t you make the prettiest picture. Take your hair down.” Briana pulled out the clip, and her crowning glory cascaded all over the place in a riot of corkscrew curls. “That’s good. Now lose the bra for me and play with your tits.”

  The new, improved Briana did so without a twinge of embarrassment. She didn’t even care about her freckles, or her knees. Never removing her gaze from his languorous one she reached back to unfasten her bra, turned her back to him, and threw it over her shoulder, aiming for his lap. Then she turned slowly back again, her breasts squeezed between her hands until the nipples almost touch one another. Gus sucked in a sharp breath and then let out a low whistle that bolstered her courage.

  “Play with the nipples. Pinch them as hard as you can take it.” She did as he asked, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue as she reveled in his obvious excitement. “Yeah, darlin’, that’s so damned sexy. You enjoy exhibiting yourself, babe?”

  “If it makes you happy, Master Gus.”

  “It sure does, darlin’.” He unzipped, proving that he’d gone commando when a huge erection sprang free from the opening. He fisted it, giving her a good view of what she hoped would soon be forcing its way deep into her pussy.

  “You wet?” he asked.

  Briana lowered her eyes again. “Yes, Master. Is that a bad thing?”

  “Why are you wet, Briana?”

  “Because I want you to fuck me, Master Gus.”

  “Didn’t your gran tell you that little girls who want don’t get?” Gus waved a finger at her. “Unfasten your jeans, pull them down to expose your ass, and then come over here.”

  It was awkward, walking with her jeans hanging around her hips, but Briana was too excited to care. As soon as she reached Gus’s position, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her over his knee. She squirmed when his large hand slid beneath her panties and a finger played with the spongy area between her ass and pussy. It felt wonderful but stopped almost before it had started, causing a small groan of protest to slip past her guard. He pulled her panties down to join her jeans and something came down hard over her bare ass. Not his hand, but something thinner and sharper.

  “Did a little shopping while I was out today,” he said. “This is a whip used on horses. You like?”

  Briana nodded, closing her eyes as pleasure fizzed through her bloodstream, wiping away the initial discomfort. “I love, Master Gus.”

  He chuckled. “Had a feeling you might.” He whipped her again. “Roll with the pain, darlin’, and think about my cock fucking you, like it will be real soon.” Another whip. “Your ass sure does look pretty with pink stripes across it.”

  She heard the whip clatter to the floor and felt his lips sucking and teeth gently biting her sore buttocks. Before she had a chance to get used to the feeling, something cool trickled over her ass. He rubbed it into the crack and circled her anus with a slick finger. She instinctively tensed up, unsure if she wanted to go this far.

  “Relax, babe, and let me in.”

  She tried really hard to do so, sighing when he forced his finger past her tightly-coiled muscle and explored inside.

  “If you really want to play with the three of us, then you’re gonna have to let us fuck your sweet ass,” he said. “You think you can do that?”

  She had absolutely no idea, but she’d give it a try. Anything they wanted from her, she would give it, even if there was no pleasure in it for her. Except every
thing they’d done so far had blown her mind. She suspected that this would be no different, provided she could get past her reservations about it. As though reading her thoughts, she felt Gus insert something other than his finger. Again she tensed against it.

  “Trust me, darlin’,” he said, his voice earthy with vibrancy. “You’ll be glad you did.”

  She wanted to trust him, but it was hard. Then a finger toyed with her throbbing clit, distracting her. Whatever he was using on her ass slid deeper, and suddenly it didn’t hurt anymore. A startled oh slipped past her lips.

  “Exactly.” His voice was full of smug satisfaction as he righted her on his lap and pulled her jeans and panties off. “Go sit in the other corner and make yourself come for me,” he said. “Use this.”

  He tossed a vibrator her way. Briana hesitated. Masturbation was a deeply personal thing, wasn’t it? She’d grown pretty adept at it over the years but wasn’t sure she needed an audience.

  “Do it, Briana,” he said sternly. “Don’t make me ask again.”

  “What about…” She didn’t know what to call it and her words stalled.

  “It’s a butt plug, darlin’. It’ll distend you for later on.” Later on. What are they planning? “It stays right where it is. Doesn’t it feel good?”

  Briana nodded. “Actually, yes, it does.”

  “It’s filled with oil. Your body will heat it up, and you get the benefit of all those hot vibes.”

  “Hot vibes I can take,” she said, scrambling into position and sliding the vibrator into her cunt, turning it to the slowest speed.

  “Tell me what you usually do when you bring yourself off. Do you use a vibrator or your fingers?”

  “Both, Master Gus.” She slid two fingers between her pussy lips, rubbing them against her distended clit and sighing when sparks fluttered deep in her gut. “I like to rub my clit with my own juices and put the vibrator on low, just like I am now.” With her knees bent and legs spread wide, Brianna watched his reaction as he got an up close view of what she was doing. “I like to feel the vibrator stretching me and my fingers upping the heat.” Her hand worked a little faster. So did Gus’s breathing. His gaze was glued to her pussy, like he’d never seen one before. She felt empowered by the admiration in his eye.

  “Once I get into a decent rhythm I like to pinch my nipples,” she said, lifting a hand to do so. Her fingers moved faster, and she turned the vibrator up a notch. She lifted her hips to drive it deeper, panting as heat spread through her, providing a deeply disturbing jolt as her orgasm began to unfurl.

  “You like me watching you?” Gus asked in a thick voice, massaging his throbbing cock. Briana could see the thick vein that ran its length standing proud. His cock pulsated, and there was a drop of pre-cum sparkling on its head.

  “Yes, Master Gus,” she replied, panting as pleasure threatened to explode and there was nothing she could do to stop it steamrolling through her body.

  “Did I mention you’re not allowed to come until I give you permission?”

  Briana’s desperation made her forget the rules. “That’s so not fair!”

  “Slow down, honey. You’re in too much of a hurry. It’ll be better if you take it slow.”

  “I can’t. That thing in my backside is making me wild. Sorry, Master, you’ll have to punish me later, but I just can’t…argh!”

  She closed her eyes and threw her head back as her pussy clenched and her orgasm exploded. She pushed the vibrator as deep as it would go, feeling overloaded with the plug in her backside competing for the limited space.

  “Naughty girl,” Gus said, waving a finger at her and grinning when she opened her eyes again.

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  “Get over here and straddle me.”

  Briana removed the vibrator, and slid into position, her cunt hovering over his massive penis, now covered in a thin layer of latex. She gripped the back of the couch and held her weight on her knees, still feeling the aftershock of her self-induced orgasm rippling through her. Already anticipating the feel of Gus’s glorious cock filling her pussy.

  “Hold tight, darlin’,” he said gruffly. “I’m gonna fuck you hard and deep as punishment for disobeying me.”

  Briana bit back a smile. Those sorts of punishments she could take all day.

  * * * *

  Gus was in seventh heaven. She was so goddamned compliant, even though he knew she’d never done anything like this before. Oh, she’d masturbated often enough, but never with an audience. The fact that she’d so willingly put on a show for him had driven him wild. He placed one hand on her hips and guided her down onto him, parting her creamy folds with the fingers of the other hand and sliding smoothly into her. The vibrator had done nothing to stretch her narrow channel, but Gus wasn’t complaining. His cock was more than capable of squeezing its way toward heaven without any artificial help.

  “That’s it, honey,” he said gruffly, sliding deeper and closing his eyes as the walls of her cunt tantalized his sensitized cock. “Take it all.”

  “The butt plug, Master Gus. Shouldn’t we remove it?”

  “Nope. It stays.”

  She lowered her eyes. “As you wish.”

  Her willingness to please was Gus’s undoing. He, Gus, and Fergal had been with any number of compliant women over the years, but Briana was in a class of her own. Sassy, smart, funny, and full of contradictions. She had no idea how attractive she actually was and didn’t yet appreciate the full power of her femininity. Gus reckoned she must have had to fight the guys off with a big stick over the years but was too modest to say so. Okay, so she wasn’t stick thin like a catwalk model, but what man would want to sleep with a woman who had no flesh on her bones? No enticing curves to tempt him?

  Gus drove himself home with one powerful upward thrust, holding her hips to keep her in place. Not that she seemed particularly anxious to be anywhere else, but still.

  “That’s it, darlin’. You love my cock being inside you?”

  “It feels heavenly,” she replied, throwing her head so far back that her hair tickled his thighs.

  “It’ll get a whole lot better yet.”

  Holding her in place, Gus started moving, quickly picking up the pace, a pulsating warmth zipping between them. Briana, eyes still closed, moaned as he fucked her as hard and deep as he thought she could take it.

  “You’re so fucking tight, Briana. It’s driving me insane.”

  “Master Gus, I—”

  “Oh no. You just came once without my permission. You don’t get to disobey me twice.”

  She leaned slightly forward, forcing him to change the direction of his thrusts, spoiling his undulating motion. He was now hitting the walls of her vagina rather than sinking all the way home. Her breasts brushed against his chest, and she removed one hand from the back of the couch to tweak his left nipple. Her arbitrary actions almost caused spontaneous combustion, and he knew she had him.

  “Shit! Okay, darlin’, as you were.” She smiled seraphically and moved back to her previous position. “Let’s do this.”

  Gus picked up the pace again, and Briana lowered her pelvis to meet his increasingly frantic upward thrusts. They were both panting, their bodies slick with perspiration, and he could see that Briana’s pupils had dilated.

  “Let it go, babe,” he said as his balls tightened. With a groan and a sharp tap on her butt, he shot his load deep into the condom. At precisely the same moment Briana cried out and rode his cock like crazy, milking it like she was determined to extract every last ounce of pleasure from him that she possibly could.

  “Hey, babe,” he said, brushing his lips against hers when he finally stopped coming.

  “Hey, yourself,” she replied, her eyes still muddy with the residue of passion.

  “What the hell are you doing to me?” he asked almost accusingly.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Go sit by the fire,” Gus said after he and Briana had showered together. “I’ll just be a moment.”

/>   “Where are you going?”

  Gus checked the camera feed on Harley’s laptop. “Need to make absolutely sure we haven’t had any uninvited guests.”

  “Is something wrong?”

  “Not that I can see, but it’s best to be thorough.”

  Gus pulled up his coat collar and whistled to Max. The two of them disappeared into the still-heavy rain, so Briana assumed he was looking out for Max’s bathroom requirements while at the same time doing his security round. That was so typical of his considerate nature.

  Left alone she felt soporific, totally satiated, barely awake, and very pleased with herself. These guys were teaching her so much about herself that she’d been completely unaware of, and she had loved every minute of her tuition so far.

  Before she had time to miss Gus, he and Max returned. Gus removed his wet coat, Max made do with shaking his. Gus joined her on the sofa, and with her feet curled up underneath her, she rested her head on the hard, unyielding muscles of his chest. It was a little too comfortable, and she reminded herself not to get used to it. She was having fun but didn’t delude herself that it was likely to be a long-term commitment on their part. Was that what she wanted it to be? Briana shook her head. No, that was crazy, impractical, and…well, impossible.

  “Everything okay?” she asked.

  “Yep. No one would be daft enough to come out here in this weather, but, like I said, we need to be ultracareful about your welfare, sugar.”

  She wasn’t sure how to respond to that, and so she changed the subject. “Your family’s in the restaurant business, right?”

  “Yeah,” he said. “Back in Tennessee.”

  “Why didn’t you make a career of it, too? You easily could have done.”

  “My family wasn’t happy when I enlisted. They just assumed I’d join the family business, like all my siblings did.”

  “Why didn’t you?”