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

by Rachel Billings

  He liked her idea better. He inched to the side so he could unload the drinks on the dresser. But he didn’t have to worry, because she came right along with him. As soon as his hands were free, he wrapped his arms around her. “Miss me, sweetheart?”

  “Yes,” she said, and dispelled any remaining doubt by pulling his tee up and over his head. Then her hands were on him, stroking, heating his skin. And parts south.

  “I like it,” he said, just to be perfectly clear.

  It got better.

  With not even the least hint from him—no pressure at her shoulder, no thumb rubbing over her lips—she went to her knees. He pushed back against the dresser, arching out a bit, making it easy for her to have her way with him. “Baby,” he said.

  She murmured a little but seemed too busy nuzzling her face into his fly to use actual words. She worked his jeans open, then had to lift the waistband of his briefs up and over the tent pole his cock had made.

  She slid her tongue, wet and hot, along his whole length. He groaned at that, and then again when she took him in—lips and tongue and mouth, sucking hard on him, using just the barest edge of teeth, enough to make him a little scared and all the way hot. Jesus. “Jesus. Haid.”

  There appeared to be no stopping her. He put his hands on her head, meaning to slow her down a little. But she grunted her displeasure and went harder on him, taking him—Fuck. Jesus—down her throat. He might have told her to take it easy. Words like “wait” and “hold on” might have crossed his lips. Maybe.

  But she was deep-throating him in a frenzy. Her hands were gripping his ass, digging in, and one finger was pushing perilously close…oops, hell! It was all the way there, reaming him, and he lost it. He growled and then roared, holding her head now and fucking her, her mouth, her throat, then coming, coming…

  He spurted into her, howling like it was wrenched from his balls, like he’d been saving up for a month instead of one damn day. He was helpless in it, pumping again and again, shivering as the final spurts shot out of him, giving over as she sucked him dry. He nearly went to his knees, just barely propping himself up with one hand on her shoulder and the other finding a hold on the dresser. “Haidee. Good God.”

  For long moments, he stayed there, half collapsed, while he struggled to catch his breath. Finally, he lifted enough to tilt her head back and kiss her. He made something of it and then held her with his fingers under her chin until she opened those gray eyes to him. “I missed you, too,” he said.

  He pulled her to her feet and brought her body close to his. He ran his hands down her back to her ass. She was mostly wearing shorts these days, to keep her burns free from her clothing, but she’d put jeans on for their ride. And she did know how to fill out a pair of jeans. He gripped her in his hands, massaging and lifting her against him. His cock was down but not out, and the night was young.

  Kissing her a little more, he got the idea she still had some interest, too. He kept her snugged up against him, but leaned back over the dresser again. He took a good look at her, those sweet eyes, that pretty, very skilled mouth. His eyes wandered. “Take off your shirt,” he said.

  She wore a long-sleeved Henley unbuttoned at the V-neck enough to tease him with glimpses of her breasts. That was a thing that had pretty much entertained him all evening long, but he was past being happy with it now. “Take it off,” he said again when she was a little slow to comply.

  Watching his eyes, she crossed her hands at her waist and slowly pulled the shirt up, baring just an inch of skin at a time.

  “You’re a bitch,” he said when she held there, just below her breasts. He could see her little belly button and the shallow slant of her abdomen. He saw the movement of her breath and felt it lower, where his cock was stirring again. “Keep fucking going.”

  Her eyes glimmered a witchy victory, and she leaned back a little further. She took the shirt up another couple inches, so he got a peek at the way the curves of her breasts were left bare by the plunging lace of her bra.

  But he couldn’t see her nipples, or the way he knew they’d be poking out into that damn lace. And he was losing patience. “Haidee,” he said. “Finish it.”

  She did, in one quick swoop. Casually, she let the shirt dangle from her fingers and then drop to the floor.

  He fucking loved her tits. They were fuller always than he thought they should be, given her lean, toned body. Full and pert and luscious, a nice happy surprise for him every time. And the nipples were there just as he expected, big, ripe raspberries pushing into that pearly lace. He had to move his hands to her hips for a moment, rocking her back to make room for the way his cock was getting back in the game.

  His eyes were glued to her chest. “Pull your nipples out,” he told her.

  If she was hesitating in resistance, he ended it by squeezing roughly at her ass. Then he stopped her when she reached her fingers into one cup, circling around her breast. “No,” he said. “Pull it out by the nipple.”

  She took a slow breath then moved her hand out.

  “Thumb and forefinger only,” he further instructed.

  Good little one that she was, she grasped her right nipple as he’d told her, using the thumb and one finger of her left hand. She pulled, elongating the nipple, until it was free of her bra. Seeming to know what he wanted, she reached up with her right hand to tug the bra back so her breast was mostly bare, thrust out on display for him. Nodding, he waited while she did the same on the other side.

  “Good girl,” he said. Both tits were out, pushed together some by the way her bra squeezed her, the nipples peaked and red like they were aching for him now. It was a fucking glory. He went for them with his mouth, grasping one nipple then pulling roughly away to the other. He sucked hard on them and heard her moans above his.

  What an almighty blessing of nature, that a thing that felt so great to him was such a wild turn-on for her. She had her fingers in his hair now, twisting for a good grip and securing him at his business. He had her bent back, and her hips started rocking against him, seeking a little relief there.

  He moved his hand to give her a few strokes, but tight denim was in his way. “Get out of your jeans,” he said.

  She was kind of a mess already, needy and a bit witless with it. She unzipped quickly and started shoving her jeans down and her little panties with them. But she got stuck there, the fabric not budging over the high-laced hiking boots she’d worn for their ride.

  She practically tripped herself in her awkward, urgent efforts. The girl had a major need on. Laughing, he swooped her up in his arms and carried her to his bed. “I’ve got this,” he told her.

  He dropped her onto her back. She had her jeans down past her knees, just far enough that, when he pressed them up, her thighs spread open. Her knees were at her chest, her bunched up jeans and boots in the air, and her spectacular girl parts were putting on quite a show for him.

  “Hold on here,” he said, helping her grasp with both hands the folds of denim between her ankles. “Pull up further,” he instructed. “And try not to kick me in the head.” Though he was pretty sure it would be worth it either way.

  She was game and pulled up so her knees were at her shoulders and her ass came up off the bed. There was her pussy, already hot and wet, presenting itself like a fucking ribbon-wrapped gift.

  Who was he to say no?

  With a growl of pleasure, he took her. He tongued her first, deep into that sweet honey-pot. He pinched her clit between thumb and finger while he stroked inside her. She was murmuring words to him, instructions, he thought, and quite unladylike expletives. But she was a bit overwrought, and he was a bit busy, so he wasn’t sure he caught it all. “More,” and “harder,” he thought were the main thrusts.

  He was happy to comply. He worked her a good bit, giving her just enough stimulation at her clit to keep her simmering. But her temper was on a short fuse, and after a couple minutes, the expletives got louder.

  “Danny!” she hollered, all needy mess.<
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  He came out of her pussy and nuzzled at her clit. “What, baby?”

  She jerked up, trying for more at that hot, live-wire clit, frustration evident. “Make me come!”

  Those boots were kicking up in a threatening way, and he felt pressed to get things under control. It was, after all, his bed, and he was the boss.

  He came up onto his knees, snugging one thigh up under her ass to secure her there. He put a shoulder into her one boot, nudging it up even further so both it and its partner were out of play. Then he looked down at her, over his shoulder and her bent-up legs.

  “Baby.”

  Her breath was heaving out. Perhaps she was just getting a sense of how much she was not the one in control. “What?” she panted. “What?”

  “You’ll come when I say you come.”

  “Danny!”

  He curved his palm over her ass then got her attention with a pretty good little slap. “Haidee.”

  She moaned, flopping back a little, and he slapped her again. His fingers ended just alongside one of her little sensitive areas. He had her attention now. Her gray eyes darkened, focused on his.

  Watching her, he gave her another slap, this one centered right over her anus. Before the burn of it would have totally faded, he shoved two fingers right up her ass.

  “Ahh!” She squealed, but it wasn’t in a bad way. Each breath went in and out as a moan and, before she had a chance to become entirely adjusted to it, he pushed his thumb into her cunt. Deep. Then, keeping her bent up and secured, he fucked her—his thumb hard and deep into her pussy, his fingers stiff and wide in her ass.

  “Oh,” she moaned. “Oh.”

  Oh, indeed. He worked her, loving having her at his mercy, loving the blissed out look on her face as she gave over to it. The feeling of it was incredible, the way his strong, competent Haidee just handed herself over to him.

  He kept at it, reaming her ass, foraging deep with his thumb into her cunt, until the pitch and volume of her groans rose high. Then he used his other hand to take a good hold on her clit.

  He grasped her hard and tugged, jiggling, yanking. She gasped, giving a little scream of surprise, like she didn’t know there could be more. And then she was gone with it, bucking, wailing, coming hard.

  If she thought he’d let her down after that one, quick peak, she was mistaken. He kept her going, thrusting hard into her ass and cunt, pinch-pulling that clit. Making her wail in objection initially, then in abject pleasure. Driven to it, she kept going, a prolonged, loud, and messy orgasm.

  She collapsed even before she was quite done, her arms flopping down, her legs hanging all rag doll, while she shivered out the last of her come. He’d lost eye contact with her early on, as she tossed her head in wild pleasure. Her eyes were closed as she finished now, her body spent.

  Probably, she thought they were done. Probably, she thought she’d given him all she had.

  His cock was of a different mind. He was willing to let her regroup, though. Gently, Danya removed his thigh from under her ass. He plopped down next to her and took one foot at a time, twisting denim to get at her laces. He removed her boots, realizing they were brand new and spending just a second wondering how she’d managed that. Then he stood, disentangled her from her jeans, and slid his own to the floor and stepped out of them.

  He walked around the room, shutting off lights and sliding open the door at the deck to let in the night air. He took the two drinks from the dresser and emptied them in the sink. His plan to get her talking would wait for a moment when she wasn’t lying fucked out and naked in his bed. And his cock wasn’t pressing him to take advantage.

  Crawling into bed with her, he pulled the sheet up over his shoulder and covered them both. Then he leaned over Haidee and lifted his hand to turn her face to his. She opened her eyes for just a moment.

  “I’m asleep,” she said, a small, satisfied smile at her lips.

  The smile grew a little as he nudged his cock at her hip. “No, you’re not,” he informed her.

  He pressed harder until she chuckled and opened her eyes. “You have a problem?”

  “I do,” he answered and took her hand right to it.

  “Didn’t I already take care of that?”

  He didn’t mind her question so much, since she said it as she started to stroke him. “You gave it ideas,” he informed her. “A few minutes back. I’m pretty sure you begged me to fuck you.”

  “No,” she said, but she had to speak around his kiss. “I think I said, ‘Make me come.’ They’re different.”

  “I can do both.” He slid then, over her, and celebrated in his head when she opened her thighs to cradle him. “Just watch.”

  She laughed, but her eyes darkened again and her hands caressed their way up his arms to his shoulders. He could only assume she liked the bulk of his muscles as he held himself over her. She got serious when he pushed himself into her.

  “God, that feels good, Haidee.”

  * * * *

  It did. It felt incredibly good. He just fit…so well. Filling her, almost to the point of discomfort but just short. Just so…very right.

  “I love you,” Danya said, his pretty blue eyes searching hers intently.

  Haidee didn’t know how anything could feel better. She’d had an almost desperate need for him, a need to feel his, like she belonged to him and that the two men who’d nearly seduced her the night before had no claim on her.

  She’d adored giving him that pleasure, when he’d walked into the room and she’d knelt and taken him into her mouth. And then the payback, when he’d had her all contained on the bed, subjecting her to that sweet, domineering torture. That had all been spectacular.

  But this, she loved.

  She loved having him inside her, making them one. She loved the connection of their bodies and their gazes, and the words he wielded so sweetly. He was creative and aggressive in his lovemaking, and she was all in. But she liked this best, when their loving was empowered by the feelings they held for each other, tender more than wild. Though wild usually came soon enough.

  Her hands left the smooth, masculine planes of his muscled shoulders to cup his face. “I love you, Danya.”

  He nipped at her fingers as he stroked into her then met her gaze again intensely. “That makes this all pretty good, then, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she said with a smile. “It’s all pretty good.”

  He held himself on one elbow, stroking again, long and deep, filling her over and over. With one hand, he held hers, palm to palm, twining fingers. Still clasping, he lifted their hands to her breast. He managed to move his fingers to grip her nipple while still keeping hold of her hand.

  It made her moan, that one last connection, the sweet torment at her breast.

  “Danny,” she whispered.

  His gaze darkened, held close over hers, and he brushed his lips over her mouth. “Haidee.”

  Their breath was taut now, shared, as their fever rose. He pumped into her, her body arching, rocking of its own accord to receive him, to take his thrusts deeply, to accept him.

  She could see the rise of tension in the way his eyes blazed, could feel it in the wicked, shuddering grip on her breast, in the clenching of his every muscle. She heard it in his rough breaths, his urgent growls.

  Her own excitement matched his. She was spasming on the bed now, rocking up to meet each thrust, wracking back to torture herself against his hold on her nipple. He slammed into her cunt, stretching her, pulling at her clit, stimulating her ruthlessly.

  In his knowing way, he took her to the precipice, holding her there for long minutes, extending their pleasure and deepening their need. She moved her free hand, letting go of the grip on his shoulder to tangle hard in his hair. She clutched him to her, a stroke away from going over.

  Then, in that last millisecond, she knew they weren’t alone. She knew.

  “Danny—”

  “Stay with me,” he bade, rising up to thrust harder. “Stay with m
e!”

  His gaze was hard, driven. Her orgasm was too close, too much an avalanche she couldn’t hold back. He fucked her and she let go, even knowing.

  Knowing Vashi was there, standing over them, watching.

  She went over, crying out, convulsing, wildly climaxing.

  Danny was with her, feral words wrenching from his throat, wicked spasms coursing through him, hot blasts of cum spurting deeply into her.

  They shuddered in prolonged ecstasy, clutching each other, riding the aftershocks that kept them shivering with it for long minutes.

  Danya moved his head, found her eyes again, and held her gaze with his before Vashi spoke.

  “Roll over, Danny,” he said. “Take her with you.”

  Danny held her head, stopping it from shaking no as he followed his brother’s instructions. He pulled out of her and slipped to her side, bringing her along so they were face-to-face.

  “Danny,” she said, pleading for…something.

  “Shh,” he said, kissing her softly. “Remember I love you.”

  “Danny!”

  Vashi was on the bed now, in it. He lay on his side, behind her. Pressing against her. She could feel that he was naked and that his cock was hard and erect. Very hard. Very erect.

  Danny shushed her again, his lips soft over hers. “I remember you love me.”

  “Oh, God!” She started to shake as Vashi’s fingers entered her from behind. It took just a moment to realize what he was doing.

  “Danny!” she said again, begging this time. “Help me!”

  She shuddered. Vashi was touching her ass now, slicking her opening with the fluid he’d taken from her cunt—her own needy juices and Danny’s cum. He repeated the action, foraging into her pussy then lubricating the ring of her anus.

  Danny held her face with both hands. “I can’t help you,” he told her, his gaze intent. “You have to say no yourself.” He kissed her once, hard. “But I don’t want you to say no at all.”

  He was there, then—Vashi, pressing his cock into her ass.