Mitchell, Ava and Holiday, Sydney - Corralling the Stones, Part 2: The Taming [Liebling, Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Ava Mitchell; Sydney Holiday

  She did not respond. Instead, she sank her fingers into his hair and wiggled her hips.

  “I think she wants more,” Ethan said, his voice gravelly.

  Jackson’s fingers gently separated her pussy lips, and he used the tip of his tongue on her clit. Little teasing strokes. Lily clenched her teeth and sucked in a breath.

  “She tastes so good, and I just can’t get enough.” Jackson gripped her inner thighs and, looking fiercely at her, spread her legs higher and wider, leaving her completely exposed to their dark, feral gazes. She turned her head away, embarrassed at her open vulnerability.

  “Don’t hide,” Jackson commanded. He gripped her chin in his fingers and tilted her head back toward him. “Watch.”

  Hypnotized by the glowing, jade-like intensity in Jackson’s eyes, Lily watched as he kissed his way back down her body, lingering at her breasts. He used his mouth on both of her nipples before pressing his lips against her belly button, the softly rounded part of her lower belly, the top of her mound.

  Ethan settled behind her, and she rested her head on his leg as Jackson shouldered her thighs farther apart. Then his tongue flicked out and jiggled her clit as he sank a thick finger into her cunt, slowly pressing it in and out of her. The dual sensations made her belly flutter.

  Pleasure throbbed through her entire body, and she moved her hips to the beat of Jackson’s tongue. She rode his face, pumping her hips for all she was worth. He growled against her pussy, sending sparks of vibration through her. Her nerve endings sizzled and snapped.

  And oh, sweet heaven.

  Lily cried out as she started coming in heavy waves, shocked by the fierceness of it. It had come out of nowhere. One minute, Jackson had been slashing his tongue against her swollen clit, and the next he did something with his fingers in her pussy, and she started unraveling before she could do anything to stop it, to prolong the divinely carnal sensations pulsing inside her.

  Before she came down from her orgasmic high, Jackson pulled his fingers out of her. Then he flipped her onto her stomach none too gently. “Squeeze your thighs together.”

  Dazed, Lily did as he said. Jackson shifted his weight on the bed and placed his knees on either side of hers then lowered his hips toward hers.

  “It makes you tighter,” Jackson explained as he fitted the head of his cock against her pussy. “Not that you’re not already, but I love feeling you gripping me so tight like you don’t want me to leave.”

  I don’t. And she really didn’t. For all she cared, he could take permanent residence there and set up shop for good.

  Before the words could fly past her lips, Jackson surged forward, his thick cockhead pushing into her cunt. Her breath gushed out of her, and she gripped the comforter. His already large dick felt even bigger in this position. He started pumping immediately, not giving her a chance to fully adjust to his girth. She loved it. Jackson was impatient and demanding when it came to loving her, and she willingly accepted it because the way he made up for it was to fuck her until moving even her fingers was an effort.

  His cock massaged that place inside her, and she felt the delicious pressure starting to build. “Oh, Jackson. Oh, God.”

  “Come, Lily. Come all you want. I need to feel it.” Jackson’s voice was deep and strained, and he fucked into her, faster and deeper, until the pressure peaked. She hovered over the abyss for a moment and gazed into it before she tumbled over.

  She turned her face into the mattress and screamed, the wild, ecstatic sounds of her coming muffled by the sheets. Jackson slapped the side of her ass and rode her harder, and her pussy convulsed around him.

  “Ah, yes. That’s it. Oh, Lily, you grip me so tight. So good.” Jackson pumped and pumped away behind her, his huge cock filling her pussy up past capacity.

  Even slick from her orgasms, with her juices coating his dick, she still struggled to stretch around his girth. She loved the snug fit and the way her body had to get used to his sheer size. It was pure gluttonous physical sensation. Yet she still wanted more.

  They must have read her thoughts because Jackson pulled out of her with a strangled cry. “Fuck! Holy hell, she tests my control.” He ran his big hands up and down her back and hips, cupping her ass and kneading the flesh as he spoke. His voice was low and rough, and it hypnotized her even as his hot fingers separated her ass cheeks.

  Lily groaned. She knew what was coming next and desperately wanted it. She even wiggled her ass at him.

  The bed shifted, and she felt Ethan draw closer. Then a dollop of cool lube pooled around her asshole, making her suck in a breath between her teeth.

  Jackson growled low in his chest. “I think our girl likes where this is going.”

  “Yeah. Just look at her wiggling her ass for us.” Ethan’s fingers spread the lube around, and Lily followed his touch with her hips like a wanton thing, desperate for more. “Damn, that’s beautiful. Look at that little hole. So pretty.”

  “Prettiest one I’ve ever seen.”

  “Ain’t that the truth.”

  How could they form coherent sentences at moments like this? Were their bodies not trembling with arousal? Were they not weak from overwhelming desire? She sure as hell was.

  Then Jackson pressed his thumb into the tight ring of her ass, penetrating her in a slow, slick invasion that sent burning, tingling shards of pulsing pleasure through her entire being.

  “Ohh, Jackson. Oh. My. God.” She fisted her hands in the sheets and squeezed, but it did nothing to keep her grounded to reality. The tight, burning sensation of her ass stretching around his thumb made her shiver in delight.

  “You like that, babe? Hmm?” Jackson’s free hand rubbed her ass cheek in a heavy caress.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  “But I bet you want something bigger, don’t you?” He withdrew his thumb, making her lift her hips off her bed to follow him shamelessly.

  She moaned. “Mmm.”

  Ethan slipped his hand under her chest and pinched her nipple, making her gasp. “Louder, Lily. I didn’t catch that.”

  She almost shrieked, but she lifted her face out of the mattress. “Yes. God, I want more.”

  “And what do you want?” Ethan asked, his voice like velvet.

  “I w-want Jackson.”

  “And what do you want from Jackson?”

  Jackson sank two fingers straight into her ass, making her writhe.

  “Ah! Jackson, you sn-sneaky bast—”

  “Aw, no name calling while we’re pleasuring you, babe. It just can’t work like that,” Jackson teased.

  “I want his cock!”

  “And where do you want my cock, babe?”

  Did they really expect her to say it? That she wanted his cock shoved as deep as it could go in her ass so that Ethan could fuck her pussy at the same time? Did they really expect those words to come out of her mouth?

  Ethan twisted her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and the sharp sensation mingled with the warm pulses radiating from Jackson’s fingers outward. Her pussy was leaking, ready to be filled.

  “I w-want his cock.”

  Ethan’s hand slipped between her body and the sheets and found her swollen, desperate clit. He flicked it with his fingertip, and she almost came. “Where do you want it?”

  Lily opened her mouth with every intention of telling them exactly where she wanted them. With Ethan’s fingers on her hot button, she would have done anything, said anything for them to fuck her and get it over with. But Jackson scissored his fingers inside her ass at the same moment Ethan pinched her clit, and she screamed, unable to contain that much feeling inside herself.

  “My ass! Oh, God, please! I can’t take it anymore.”

  “Now that’s what I like to hear.” Jackson’s gloating tone told her just how happy he was. He probably even had a huge shit-eating grin on his face.

  That overindulged asshole. It was one thing to be good at what he did and entirely another thing for him to know how good he was. And, damn, w
as he good. Her whole body pulsed in time with her throbbing clit, and she was on the verge of an orgasm so intense she would probably pass out from the inordinate amount of pleasure. Combine that with the full, burning sensation in her ass, and she would go off like a fireworks show on the Fourth of July.

  Their fingers were everywhere—in her cunt, swirling over her clit, kneading her ass cheeks, working her nipples. Pure, unadulterated sensation swept through her, over her, all around her until all she felt, saw, smelled was Jackson and Ethan. Everything disappeared and morphed into background noise, and the only thing left was the three of them in carnal bliss.

  Jackson’s fingers sank into the flesh of her hips, and he yanked her straight up so she knelt on the bed. Blood rushed all through her body, making her reel, but he was right there behind her, steadying her. “You okay, babe?”

  Lily told herself there was a hint of concern in his gloating tone.

  Ethan grinned. “She’s doing just fine. Aren’t you, Lily? Look at how flushed your skin is. So pink. So pretty.” Without another word, Ethan plucked her up as if she weighed nothing and rolled onto his back with her legs splayed on either side of his body. “Ah yes. This is exactly how I like you—open and waiting for me with your cunt dripping for my cock.”

  To demonstrate his point, he let his cock slide between her pussy lips, and the ease with which he did it made her cheeks burn.

  “Aw, look at that blush, Jackson. Our girl’s feeling shy.”

  Jackson’s big hand cupped her right ass cheek. “I’m looking at something, all right, and it should be making her shy. Man. I love this ass.”

  Ethan’s hands skimmed up her belly to hold her heavy breasts. “And I love these.” He pinched her nipples in time with his cock gliding between her pussy lips, and her head lolled back on her shoulders. But not before she caught a glimpse of his abs clenching and releasing with his strokes. Good God, Ethan was the embodiment of earthly sensuality. With his pecs and abs tight and his whole body rippling with muscle as he moved, Lily’s eyes were having an orgasm.

  She felt Jackson press a hand between her shoulder blades, and she fell forward at his command, catching herself on her palms. The movement made her breasts dangle in Ethan’s face, and he took her nipples into his mouth, sucking on them like they were some sweet, exotic fruit. Hot, sweet ripples of pleasure coursed through her. Behind her, Jackson separated her ass cheeks and slathered more lube around her asshole, getting her ready for his cock.

  She peeked over her shoulder, and through the blanket of hair falling in her face, she saw him palm some onto his dick. The sight of him handling himself made her desire for him shoot even higher. The mushroom head leaked pearly pre-cum, and she licked her lips, wanting to taste him.

  Jackson glanced up at that exact moment, a hot look passing over his features. “You want this, babe?”

  She bit her lip and nodded. “Mmm hmm.”

  He grinned, his nostrils flaring. “Well, never let it be said that I left my woman wanting.”

  Her heart leaped at his words. My woman.

  Then Ethan wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her over his stiff, ramrod-straight cock and guided her down. Her pussy walls stretched around him, full to bursting.

  “Ohh, Ethan.” Her embarrassing wetness barely helped her sit down on him to the root of his cock, but she would not have traded the pleasure-pain for anything in the world. There was nothing like having her men deep inside her, stretching her body to its limit.

  She planted her hands on either side of Ethan’s head and leaned forward, tilting her hips up and back. Jackson’s cool, lubed-up fingertips traced her asshole then pressed inside a little. Lily moaned and pressed back against him, her clit brushing against Ethan’s pubic bone as she did. Shards of pleasure shot through her, and she squeezed the comforter.

  “Oh, Lily, you’re close already, aren’t you.” Ethan did not say it like a question. She looked down at him, and her hair fell in a curtain around their faces, making it seem as if they were the only two people in the moment. He looked up at her with all the sureness of a man who knew exactly what his woman’s body needed.

  Holding her gaze, Ethan brought his thumb to his mouth, licked it, then guided it between their bodies. “No holding back tonight,” he said with a wicked grin on his face. “We want it all.” Still holding her gaze, Ethan found her clit and tweaked it. Her eyes fluttered shut.

  “Jackson, hurry. I’m so close.”

  “Your wish is my command,” Jackson responded from behind her. He pressed the fat crown of his cock against the entrance to her ass and started pressing inside. “Damn, babe. It gets better every time.”

  Lily froze for a moment. The absolute correctness of his statement hit her with the subtlety of a two-by-four in the gut. Christ, there she was getting all cozy with the two of them, and she was planning on leaving at the end of the summer. What in the damn hell was she doing?

  And then Jackson’s cockhead breached the ring of muscles in her ass, and all thoughts of the future went poof! The pressure from Jackson’s cock entering her mingled with the fullness she felt in her cunt, and she started writhing on their dicks, unable to contain the raw sensations assaulting her.

  With one final shove, Jackson seated himself inside her, and their joining was complete. Somehow, her body housed both of them, and the experience transported her to a place where only pleasure—terrifying in its absoluteness—existed.

  The first pulses of her orgasm started the moment after Jackson pushed the crown of his cock into her ass, and the intense feeling of fullness only enhanced her pleasure. Sensation shot through her, making her body feel as if a live wire were wrapped around it. Their dicks pumped in and out of her, pistoning in a sure, deep rhythm.

  In. Out. In. Out.

  They never left her empty, and she was so grateful she could cry.

  Jackson spanked her ass and fucked inside her. “Oh yeah, babe. Ride us. That’s it.”

  “I feel you clenching around my cock, Lily. It feels so”—Ethan thrust up high inside her—“fucking good.”

  They kept at it, fucking her until she was screaming like a banshee. Her orgasm sapped her of all energy. Completely limp, she collapsed forward, but Jackson pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her, plastering her back to his front. “No, no, babe. Stay with us. We’re not done with you yet.”

  “I can’t take more. It’s too much.”

  He dropped a kiss on her shoulder. His stubble brushed over her sensitized skin. “We’ll be the judges of that. And right now, I think you’ve got another one in you.”

  Merciless bastard that he was, he upped their tempo, driving her insane. Ethan pumped his hips up against her again and again, rubbing all her sweet spots along the way. The new position exposed her clit even more to Ethan’s precise thrusts, and each time he stroked it, it felt like lightning bolts shooting through her. When he reached up and tweaked her nipples, the sensations collided in the gathering storm inside her.

  Jackson was an animal, fucking her ass like he would never have the chance again. The sheer power with which he moved awed her into submission. She eagerly awaited his every stroke, wanting to feel the masculine wildness inside him. It was a reminder of how much stronger he was than she, and that knowledge excited her on a deep, elemental level.

  “Come on, babe,” Jackson gritted into her ear. “Let go for us.”

  Just the rough cadence of words brought her closer to the edge. But the drop was steep and dangerous, the pleasure boundless.

  Ethan looked up at her, his gaze missing nothing. “Ah-ah, Lily. No holding back.” He did something magical with the angle of his hips just as Jackson fucked inside her, and the combined pleasure sparked her gathering orgasm. “Yes. That’s it. Just feel it.”

  There was no issue with what she was feeling—only with how much. But they did not give her the opportunity to fight them or the ecstasy they gave. Instead, they kept at it, their bodies guiding her where they wanted he
r to go, making her feel what they wanted her to feel.

  “Jackson! Ethan!” she screamed in that moment of limbo just before she toppled over pleasure’s edge. Then she fell over it and came and came, thrashing, crying out, shaking.

  Vaguely, she heard their growls of approval before their thrusts lost all semblance of control or refinement. She heard them grunting, and then her name was on their lips, said in such profane reverence she could not help the smile that came to her face. How wonderful it would be to wake up to this every morning. To have two of the most beautiful men she had ever laid eyes on worship her as if she were a goddess incarnate. A girl could get used to it.

  When she peeled her eyes open, she realized she had buried her face in Ethan’s neck. His hands skimmed up and down her sides. She struggled to sit up straight, and she realized Ethan’s cock was still inside her, but she made no move to change that. Jackson lay next to them, his chest heaving and his abs contracting with his breaths. He looked delicious.

  He grinned. “Looks like I’m gonna have to take another shower.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Wanna join?”

  Chapter Two

  Ethan turned on the lights to the former carriage house turned workshop next door to The Sweet Spot. He took another swig of Edie’s freshly brewed organic fair-trade coffee and set it and the basket of organic cinnamon and apple muffins, also courtesy of Edie, down beside his drafting table.

  “I still don’t understand why we have to get here so early,” Jackson grumbled as he pulled out a muffin, broke off a hunk, and popped it into his mouth.

  Ethan sighed. “I don’t like the idea of keeping Lily waiting. We’ve all waited for each other long enough. I don’t want us waiting anymore.”

  “Aren’t we waiting for her right now?”

  “Don’t be a smartass. Besides, technically, we’re not waiting because we have plenty of work to get done here. We also have to have all this furniture ready for the room unveiling next week, and we haven’t made very good time lately.”

  Jackson chuckled. “Lily can be distracting.” It seemed like they’d been fucking nonstop for days, unable to get enough.