Old Enough to Know Better [The Corsakis Hotel 2] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)

by Serena Akeroyd

  Leon frowned. “That was never our intention.”

  “It had better not have been,” she growled. “My money is as good as yours. If we’re going to see this through, then we do it fairly.”

  Loukas’s glare scorched her. “Why the hell didn’t you just say that?”

  “Like you’d have listened.” She snorted.

  “Of course I would. Those two schmucks wouldn’t let me hear the end of it if I didn’t.”

  “I don’t need them to argue for me.”

  “I’m seeing that,” he grumbled. “Look, you’re not ready for anything so permanent as worrying about this house and its upkeep. I know that. Maybe I came across a little arrogantly, but it wasn’t my intention.”

  “Okay, as long as that’s understood,” she murmured, crossing her arms behind her head. “The Corsakis as well as my trust fund means I can more than pay my way here.”

  Aaron eyed her. “You’re not good for a man’s ego.”

  “You’re not doing much good for a woman’s ego.”

  “Touché,” he remarked with a wink, and she just rolled her eyes.

  “I’m not going to stop my work at the Corsakis if that’s what you thought…”

  “Of course we didn’t. Don’t be ridiculous,” Leon chided, slowly lying back down again. “That place is your baby. We get that.”

  For some reason, that comment irked her. “What happens if we have kids together?”

  Almost as one, the three of them blurted out, “Kids?”

  Their surprise was enough to make her flush. “Yeah, I mean, not yet, of course. But eventually?”

  Loukas dropped down to kiss her on the forehead. “I forgive you for balding my chest.”

  She sniggered at that.

  “I’m serious. I do.”

  Entertained, she just nodded. “Okay. I know that’s way in the future, and I shouldn’t even be thinking that far ahead, but I can’t help it. When I was eighteen, that was how I always saw this going. Just like it was a regular relationship…” She shook her head. “Stupid, really. I shouldn’t have mentioned anything.”

  Aaron leaned over to kiss her reddening cheeks. “You’ve made three men even more happy than they were five minutes ago.”

  “I aim to please,” she murmured with a teasing smile and noted that, as one, they all had dopey grins on their faces.

  Amused, and hell, charmed, Alexa settled on the mattress with a happy sigh, content, truly, for what felt like the first time in years.

  * * * *

  The instant she woke up, an hour or so later, the afternoon sun was as bright as ever. It burned through the blinds, coating them all in a heavy, hot blanket. Sweat beaded her body as the heat competed with the air conditioning, but the best part was the grossest part.

  She was skin to skin with two of her men, and the third was sweat glued to one of her guys.

  Could life get any better?

  Seriously?

  She didn’t care if it was icky. It was a good kind of icky. The best kind.

  The sweat literally sealed the deal.

  If she’d been a cat, she’d have purred. As it was, she didn’t have the necessary equipment to purr, but it didn’t stop her from reaching down and fisting the two closest shafts to her. As she tightened her grip, slowly moving her hands, she sighed with the pleasure of it as they hardened against her fingers.

  They were all so different, yet in her head, they blurred into one entity that came under one label: hers.

  It was the warmest, most relaxed feeling she’d ever known. It was like her heart was at peace, after years of clamoring for more. It was the most wonderful sensation she’d ever experienced, and to be frank, it made her horny. All the years of pent-up desires and passion could finally be explored, and she did not intend to waste any time.

  Her skin stung as she pulled away from Loukas and Leon, but she ignored the sting and turned around to kneel in front of them. She realized only then that Leon was awake, and he was looking at her through sleep-blurred eyes, but there was a fire burning merrily away in there, and almost as though the visual contact was all he needed, his cock went to pike hard in an instant.

  Loukas had a pout on his face. He was asleep, inches away from snoring probably, so to wake him up, she bent over and slipped her mouth over his shaft. That Aaron had been here sixty or so minutes before sent a bolt of lightning straight to her clit. She moaned around the glans of his shaft, then slurped up and down, reveling in his musky scent, delighting in his taste, the texture on her tongue. She fucked him with her mouth until finally, his hands came up to grip her hair.

  “You’re awake then,” she grumbled, mumbling the words around the sensitive tip of his shaft. The vibration had him moaning.

  “Yeah, I’m awake.” His voice was sleep rough and all the sexier for it. “A sexy siren woke me up.”

  She smiled at that but knew the pleasure wasn’t solely his. It was hers too. That she had the right to touch him made her want to scream. It was like being the proverbial kid in the candy store, and she wanted to glut herself on him. On them all.

  Gluttony, where these men were concerned, couldn’t be considered a sin, could it?

  She hoped not, but even if it was, it wouldn’t stop her. She needed this. She craved it like she’d never craved anything in her life.

  Alexa pulled away from his cock, loving the visual of her saliva connecting to his shaft. She watched, in awe, as the transient connection dropped away. It took her two seconds to move astride his shaft, and slowly, so slowly, slide down onto him.

  She cried out when her tender pussy accepted him, inch by inch. The sensations were too much to contain. Too much of everything clamored at her, needing to break free. She knew the only true way to find release was to fulfill a dream she’d had since she’d reached maturity.

  The notion made her pussy flutter around Loukas’s cock, and she turned her head, looking for and catching Aaron’s sleepy gaze. “I need you, love,” she whispered, watching as his face grew taut at her request.

  His jaw firmed, the skin whitening almost as though he were angry, and then, he rolled up, twisting onto his knees. “You sure?” he gritted out, and she realized it was lust, pure and simple, that made him look so ferocious.

  Like a warrior just coming home and seeking his woman.

  The idea thrilled her, and she could do nothing less than nod. “I want you inside me, and I want Leon inside you.”

  Leon grinned. “You’re not greedy, are you?”

  Her pout said it all. “I’ve been dreaming about this for way too long. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”

  Loukas laughed. The sound was a little hoarse, but it was filled with amusement nonetheless. “Remember that time she made herself sick after eating too much ice cream?” he said to the room at large. “I think we’re the ice cream in this equation.”

  “Oh no,” she purred. “You’re more than that. You don’t melt.”

  Aaron maneuvered his way over to their side of the bed and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “We do where you’re concerned.”

  His words made her cunt clamp down on Loukas’s cock, which, in turn, made him groan.

  “I love you, Aaron,” she whispered, turning her head to the side to meet his lips. When he sank into her kiss, she rocked her hips, loving that she was fucking Loukas but Aaron was fucking her mouth.

  She didn’t care that it was too soon, or that things were crazily up in the air. It was God’s honest truth, and she refused to lie about that.

  “I love you, agape mou,” he returned, the words whispered against her mouth. “And I’m going to show you how much.”

  Her grin was cheeky. “You are? That better be a promise.”

  “It’s a vow,” he retorted, his voice a low growl. “Give me the lube, Leon. And a condom.” Two seconds later, the bottle and packet in hand, Aaron directed, “Bend over, Alexa.”

  When she complied, Leon murmured, “We’re going to be
too heavy for her, Aaron.”

  As Aaron’s finger slipped into her ass, with the slick lube allowing him to spear her wide, she groaned and pressed her forehead into Loukas’s chest. When he did it again, fucking her with the digit, then slowly sliding another in, she bit down around the hard pec, reveling in his hiss of pain, but still clamping down. Needing him to feel her tension, her excitement, and her desire.

  “I’m the one who’ll have to bear the weight,” Loukas grumbled. “Stop being a pussy. Get on with it. She’s killing me here.”

  Leon snorted. “Who said romance was dead?”

  “She doesn’t want romance. She wants to be fucked by us. She wants us to claim her,” he growled. “Don’t you get that?”

  She’d have replied, but Aaron pressed another finger in deep, and she was too busy trying to uncross her eyes to argue. A minute later, when her voice returned, it disappeared again when she felt the hard press of Aaron’s cock at her ass. She wanted to squeal but instead roared as he slammed into her, giving her no time to acclimate to his thickness or the fullness of having another cock in her cunt.

  Tears pricked her eyes. Maybe they were born of pain, but they felt good. They felt cleansing. And she whimpered when he pulled out, then fucked into her again, reminding her of how goddamn huge he was. Thankfully, Loukas stayed relatively still. He fidgeted underneath her, but that didn’t really rock his cock. Instead, it just seemed to press harder against Aaron’s, doubling the pressure but in a good way. In a way that reminded her this was really happening.

  Two cocks were nestled inside her body. But they belonged to the two men she’d loved for as long as she’d known what love was.

  The realization made her groan, and she whispered, “Leon? What are you doing? Talk to me. I can’t see you.”

  His chuckle set her nerves on fire. The low rumble connected to her in the most intrinsic way, making her nerve endings explode, rebuild, then implode. God, one nudge to her clit, and she’d be a conflagration herself.

  “I’m coating my cock with lube. You want me to fuck Aaron, don’t you?”

  Her moan said it all, but she confirmed. “Oh God, yeah, I really do. I wish I could watch.”

  “There’s plenty of time for that,” he retorted and entwined with his words came a yelp from Aaron. “I just fucked a finger into his ass. He’s a pussy for having his prostate rubbed. Can’t hold his load as soon as you touch his butt.”

  “Fuck off, Leon,” came Aaron's snapped retort.

  “You should have been more careful with Alexa. You know it’s an eye for an eye in the bedroom, bud.”

  She grinned, loving their rapport. She’d always loved that about them. They were incredibly close, to a borderline ridiculous level, and yet, they could bitch and snipe at one another as though they were enemies.

  Aaron took that moment to retreat from her ass, pulling his cock out until only the thick head was propped inside. It was a relief from the choking fullness, but Loukas seemed to take it as a prompt. He arched his hips, fucking deeper into her, then, jerking his ass into the bed, began a slight retreat that had the throat of her sex gasping at all the attention focused on it. Aaron slid in and then out. Loukas alternated between his thrusts so the two impaled her on their hardness in a tangent.

  With her torso pressed into Loukas’s, all her dreams coming true, she felt like she could soar, but sandwiched between her men, she was grounded, and she knew there was no better dream than one that was fully realized.

  She cried out when their pace sped up, and to her wails, all of a sudden, Aaron roared, in a sound that was eerily similar to her one of earlier.

  “You fucking prick,” he screeched, his cock tunneling into her ass.

  “You know you fucking love it,” Leon snapped. “You love it when I fuck you hard.”

  She didn’t know if that was the truth, but she knew she fucking loved it when he talked like that. The direct buzz to her clit only confirmed it.

  “You don’t want me to go slow and gentle,” came the next growl. “You want me to make you mine.”

  “Oh God,” she cried. “Do you, Aaron? Is that what you want?”

  “Oh, that’s what he wants,” Loukas confirmed. “Just like that’s what you want, agape.”

  “I-I do,” she whispered, leaning over to kiss him, to slide her tongue into his mouth. Almost as though her body understood a rhythm it had been born to dance, their tongues fucked in time to her men’s thrusts. And the sounds of Aaron’s howls as Leon fucked him were just like a beautiful love song.

  There wasn’t the weight she’d have expected. She almost wished they were lying atop her, like heavy, hot, hairy blankets. While Aaron was there, a slight presence, Leon wasn’t.

  A particularly high grunt from Aaron had her clenching her eyes shut, and her hips began to rock now. Instead of them fucking her and Alexa just taking it, she began to fuck them back. The sounds, the slaps of skin against skin, the knowledge that she was being fucked while Aaron was fucked by Leon, it was like dynamite to her brain.

  She wished like hell she could reach between her legs to caress her clit, but she couldn’t. Almost as though Loukas felt her desperation to come, he did something that surprised the hell out of her.

  He bit her lip.

  Not just a little, not just a lot, but enough that she could feel a few beads of blood enter her mouth. Where the hell that bite had come from, she didn’t know, and while a part of her wanted to complain, she couldn’t. Her mouth was immediately engaged in being tongue fucked, but not only that, her squeal of ecstasy far outweighed her anger at his biting her hard enough to draw blood.

  That silken metallic taste brought all of her senses to life— made her cunt clamp down around his shaft—and her ass pulse around Aaron’s.

  Like a house of cards, the instant she came, their roars merged with her shrieks.

  As she felt cum coat her most intimate parts, she realized that auditory foursome sex was as big a mind fuck as the visual one would be.

  This room really needed a mirror.

  The next time they fucked like this, she was watching it. And as all four of them soared, their joined ecstasy merging them in a way few people would ever understand, she added “Buy a mirror” to her to-do list.

  Chapter Eight

  “You’re dressed.”

  Loukas’s astounded comment had her chuckling. “No shit, Sherlock.” When he frowned at her, she shrugged. “I spend a lot of time with Americans.”

  “I’m not exactly a country bumpkin,” he retorted.

  Alexa just quirked a brow. “But yes, I am dressed. I’m going back to the hotel.” She fidgeted. “I need to get changed for the party.”

  He narrowed his eyes at her. “I thought you weren’t going.”

  “I wasn’t, but you’re right. It wasn’t my mother’s fault that Papou was an anal-retentive pain in my rear. She’s spent a lot of time organizing this party, and I know that it will disappoint so many people if I don’t make an appearance.”

  Beaming like a proud papa, he stated, “I knew you’d go. Aaron didn’t, but I did.”

  Alexa rolled her eyes. “Let me guess. You had a bet on it?”

  He grinned.

  “What did you win?”

  “The steering wheel for two weeks.”

  “What? A steering wheel?”

  “Nah. Aaron likes to drive, but so do I. We take it in turns normally, but I don’t have to for two weeks.”

  She smirked. “I can’t believe you lot still settle arguments the same way as you always did.”

  “Less of the ‘you lot,’” Leon remarked as he stepped into the salon looking deliciously rumpled. He had a towel slung around his lean hips, and that was it. His bare torso gleamed healthily with a golden bronze that made her fingers crave to touch the silken expanse. She was so busy studying his masculine perfection that she almost missed his next comment, “I’m the peacekeeper of the house.”

  “Why does that not surprise me?” It reall
y didn’t. While he was the artist, the supposedly temperamental occupation in the household of a businessman and goldsmith, Leon was actually the breath of sanity in this testosterone-dense atmosphere.

  He nodded stoutly. “I’ll take that as an apology.”

  She reached up to press a kiss to his lips as he moved nearer to her. “This is one too.”

  “Good.” He winked at her as he moved on toward an open door that led to the kitchen. She heard the fridge door being opened and closed, and he returned within thirty seconds. “Why are you dressed?”

  “She’s going to the party,” Loukas retorted smugly.

  At his words, the sound of a groan came from the outer hall. “Shit, Alexa. You have changed. Dammit, that means that psycho over there gets to go behind the wheel.”

  She cocked a brow as Aaron walked in, boxers on, scratching his chest, glower crumpling his brow. “I should think so. Ten years is a long time.”

  “You were always such a hothead,” he complained. “Now I have to put up with this lunatic’s driving.”

  She snorted. “You didn’t have to make the bet with him.”

  “They’d never get anything done if they didn’t make bets,” Leon remarked around a yawn. “Let me grab my tux, and I’ll head over to the hotel with you.”

  A slow smile crossed her lips. “Really? You want to come with me?”

  His own smile was perplexed. “Of course.”

  Touched, she nodded, then looked down at her watch. “The party starts at seven. I have an hour to get ready. Will you be able to make it?”

  Aaron grunted and plunked himself on the sofa. “Like we’d miss it.”

  She eyed him, then stepped closer. She bent down and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered.

  “Believe it,” Leon called out as he left the room, obviously going to get changed.

  “Yeah, he’s right,” Loukas stated, peering at her over his tablet. “Get used to it. This is life now,” he finished, his tone laced with satisfaction.

  “Fucking paradise, isn’t it, Loukas?” Aaron sighed.