Training Summer [Passion Peak, Colorado 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  Her orgasm was enhanced with each pass of Wes’s dick inside her, until she was nothing but a shaking mass of molten desire. The only thing she craved was their combined touch and the warmth of their skin next to hers. It was their voices she heard, and nothing else. As long as she knew she pleased them, she would be all right. She wanted to give them everything. Her body, her heart, and her soul.

  Wes pulled out and knelt next to her. He kissed her, shoving his tongue inside and forcing yet more moans from her throat. Dalton helped her stand, and then he kissed her too, sending her already fevered arousal to insane heights. When he released the kiss, he grinned, and she waited, assuming she was about to be told what new, decadent acts they had planned for her.

  “My turn.”

  Summer watched Wes shed his used condom and then his clothes. Once again, she couldn’t look away from his muscles or the dusting of light hair on his chest, his arms and legs. He was so beautiful. He took a seat where Dalton had been sitting, and crooked his finger at her. “Over my knee, gorgeous.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Summer draped herself over Wes’s knee and then turned to watch Dalton shed his clothes. She sighed at his muscles and dusting of dark hair. He was beautiful, too. Both her Doms were the most gorgeous men she’d ever seen. There was nothing she’d deny them.

  She assumed Dalton was going to put on a condom, but instead he grinned at her again and then reached toward the armchair where apparently Wes had placed several items that she hadn’t noticed earlier, including a wire whisk. “No…” She squirmed and tried to get away, but Wes was much too strong.

  “Oh no you don’t, Summer. Just stay still. You’ll like this.”

  “She will like it,” said Dalton, handing the whisk to Wes. “She has safewords, right, hon?” He knelt so that they were eye level and placed his hands on either side of her face. “You’re okay, Summer. You can always safeword if you have to. I’m going to fuck you in the ass while Wes spanks you with that whisk, because you love this. Admit that you love it.”

  When she looked into his eyes and he nailed her like that, she was powerless to do anything except tell him the truth. “I do, Sir,” she whispered. “I do love this.” Summer had to blink back tears. Every raw emotion she felt came rushing to the surface, including one she was absolutely terrified of. She could not let herself fall for him or Wes. She could not let it happen.

  “That’s my good girl,” he said gently. “I am so proud of you right now. Wes and I both are. Summer, you make us so happy.”

  Her breath hitched in her throat as she drew in a sharp breath. Finally, he stood, and she closed her eyes, waiting for the first strike. It hurt like fucking crazy, but it also sent shock waves of desire straight to her nipples and clit. Wes hit both cheeks at once, and every few strikes he’d stop and caress her tender skin, her clit, and her soaking wet pussy.

  Dalton put on a condom, and he teased her asshole with first one lubed finger and then two, until she was moaning and writing against Wes’s leg, aching for that hole to be filled again. She’d never wanted to try anal sex before, believing it would be painful and frightening. It wasn’t. Nothing these two did to her yet had frightened her.

  Her ass cheeks were on fire now, but she didn’t want to stop Wes. The combination of pain and pleasure was incredible. The more he spanked her with the whisk, the more she wanted. And when Dalton finally started to slide his dick inside her anus, another climax overtook her, and she screamed as she came.

  Dalton fucked her ass a bit rougher than Wes had done, but it still felt amazing. Summer was panting by the time he pulled out and Wes stopped paddling her with the whisk. Wes helped her stand, and then gazed into her eyes with so much tenderness and intensity that she began to cry again. He pulled off her dress, and Dalton took off her bra from behind.

  Summer moaned as Dalton wrapped his arms around her and kneaded her breasts, teasing the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Wes reached toward the arm chair and grabbed a fresh condom, put it on, and then he lowered Summer over him until she’d sheathed his dick with her pussy.

  All she could do was moan and utter incomprehensible words as Wes grasped her hips and moved her up and down. When he lay prone, she fell against his chest and rubbed her face across the hair on his chest, loving the way it tickled her skin. She couldn’t even think. She was only a body, aching to be used and filled up by both these sexy men. The opening to her anus was teased again from behind, and when she realized what Dalton was about to do, another orgasm began to build.

  Wes whispered in her ear. “Don't be afraid, Summer.”

  “I’m not, Sir. I want this.”

  Dalton groaned and pushed his dick back into her anus, slowly and gently. Summer let out a soft, continuous moan as the sensations of having both holes filled overwhelmed her senses and sent her climax over the edge. She couldn’t even process this. All she could do was give in and let it take her. She never wanted it to end. It was raw, and decadent, and more erotic than anything in her life had ever been, or ever would be. What could possibly top this?

  Dalton pulled out and she heard him put on a fresh condom. Wes helped her climb off him, and Summer could barely focus enough to crawl back on top of Dalton and lower her pussy over his dick. She collapsed over his chest and just lay there, moaning as he fucked her pussy roughly and deeply.

  When Wes slid his dick into her asshole, after slipping a lubed finger inside first, she whimpered while the sensations just went on and on. Dalton came first, grunting and crying out as he bucked against her from underneath. Wes followed close behind him, and Summer swore she could feel his contractions throughout her body.

  Wes pulled out and lay on the floor, and after a few seconds Dalton helped her crawl off him and stand up. She was actually dizzy, but she had to pee. After using the bathroom, she came out to find Dalton motioning for him to follow her.

  Wes had lit a soft lamp in his bedroom, and he was holding a large, flat-handled hair brush while grinning. His dick was already semi hard again.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered.

  “It’s your fault, Summer,” he said. “You’ve spoiled us now for any other woman, and for any experience other than kinky sex with both of us at the same time.”

  She couldn’t answer. There were no words. She was gone, over the edge, hopelessly bound to these two. How had they done this to her? And why was she even questioning it? She kept her gaze on Wes’s face as she walked over to where he stood, next to the bed. “Where do you want me, Sir?”

  Dalton groaned. “Oh, Summer…that is so fucking sexy and perfect.”

  “Don’t ask me that,” said Wes. “The question is where don’t I want you? I’m out of my fucking mind right now. Bend over the edge of the bed, and don't make me look for something to tie you up with. Understood?”

  Summer shivered with anticipation, though she wasn’t sure if that was because she wanted to be tied up or because she couldn’t wait to feel that hair brush on her sore ass cheeks. “Yes, Sir.”

  She bent over and rested her chest and forearms on the bed, turning her head to one side. Wes placed one hand on her lower back and she moaned. “I haven’t touched you yet.”

  His voice was teasing, and she shivered again. “I know. I can’t help it, Sir. You do that to me with even the simplest touch.”

  “Oh…she’s on fire tonight,” said Wes.

  Summer heard condom wrappers being opened and cried out as Wes struck her ass five times with the brush. It hurt like crazy and she was already sore from earlier, but she tried to stay still like he’d asked her to. When he slipped a finger underneath and teased her clit, she couldn’t take any more. “Please…please fuck me, Sir.”

  “Don’t worry,” said Wes. “We will. We both will.”

  Wes moved away, and then Dalton hit her with the brush. His strikes were harder, and Summer was becoming seriously uncomfortable. She inched away and sucked in several sharp breaths, and by the seventh strike she knew she was done. “Yellow.
”

  “Yellow?” he asked. “Or red?”

  “I think maybe red, Sir.”

  “I think so, too. You’ve taken a lot, Summer. I am so proud of you.”

  “Thank you, Sir. Is it all right I did that? Called a safeword?”

  “Come here.” Dalton sat down on the bed, and Summer straightened up then stood between his legs. He took her arms and placed them around his shoulders, and then he kissed her gently on the lips. “It is always all right if you safeword. Always. We would never want you to let us go past your limits, because if we hurt you, even unintentionally, then we would never again be sure that we could trust you. Does that make sense?”

  She nodded.

  Wes moved next to her and stroked her arm. “Trust works both ways, Summer. We have to know that you will use your safewords when you need to, and you need to know that you can trust us not to ignore your limits.”

  “I have so much to learn.”

  Wes shook his head. “We both already know all we need to know. The rest will sort itself out. Now…about that begging Dalton mentioned earlier while I was in the kitchen…”

  She giggled. “Oh, you heard that?”

  “I heard it.” The look of lust and admiration in his eyes nearly took her breath away. Summer backed up a few steps and dropped to her knees, giving each man long looks. She could stay here with them for the rest of her life. No questions asked. If only that fantasy were real. But for right now, she was going to enjoy this night and not think about anything else. She would not allow anything to intrude on this evening with her two Doms.

  “Please, Sirs. I want you to fuck me. I want you to take me hard and rough, or soft and gentle. Whatever you want, I will give it to you, willingly. My body is yours.”

  Summer sighed as Dalton pulled her to her feet and then into his arms. He kissed her like he was never going to kiss her again. She fell back onto the bed with him, and then he was kissing her neck, her breasts, and down her abdomen. Wes crawled on top of her and took Dalton’s place, capturing her mouth in a kiss that took her breath away.

  Dalton was between her legs, licking her sore clit and pussy, and then her upper thighs and even her asshole. She moaned and writhed against them, trying to touch them both everywhere at once. Wes sucked her nipples until she cried out in pleasure and frustration. All she wanted was a cock inside her. She was on fire for these two. Nothing would quench her thirst except both of them, filling her with their bodies.

  Dalton plunged inside her pussy, putting her legs over his shoulders so that he could penetrate her deeply, and Summer cried out at the fiery pleasure racking her body. Wes’s dick was still bare, and he teased her nipples with it until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Dalton pulled out and then Wes turned her onto her right side and lifted one leg.

  He put on a condom then caressed her clit as he shoved his cock into her pussy. As Summer’s orgasm began to build, Dalton tore off his condom and told her to open her mouth. She didn’t hesitate. She grasped his cock at the base and licked up and down the shaft, teasing the head with her tongue, and then she licked his balls.

  Dalton groaned loudly and held her head with both hands. “That’s so fucking good, hon. Oh my God that’s so fucking good.”

  Spurred on by his obvious enjoyment, Summer continued to alternate between licking the shaft, teasing the tip, which was now slick with pre-cum, and licking his balls. When he shoved his cock inside her mouth, she wrapped her lips around it and relaxed her throat muscles so that she could take all of him inside.

  Wes continued to fuck her pussy, and even though she was now very sore, she didn’t care. She didn’t want him to stop. Not ever. When he pulled out, Dalton did too. Dalton put on a condom and turned her onto her stomach, and then he plunged into her pussy. Summer screamed as the climax washed over her. It was exquisite from this angle because he was able to get inside her deeply, and each thrust pushed her clit against the mattress, prolonging the contractions.

  Dalton pulled out and Wes took his place again. She was amazed by their stamina, and never wanted them to stop. They took turns a few more times, and when each man finally came, it was on her ass cheeks. Their hot cum stung the wounds they’d made earlier, but Summer didn’t mind. This was what she’d wanted. This raw, dirty, mindless fucking from both men.

  She needed this tonight. She wanted to erase every shitty memory from her past and replace them with this. Both men, taking her, enjoying her body, filling her up with their cocks, their sexy, smooth voices, and their ability to take her right to the edge and make her beg for more. She never wanted to leave this room, or either of them.

  They took turns holding her in their arms, whispering how much they’d enjoyed that, how proud of her they were, and how they didn’t want to let her leave. They stroked her hair, her back, and her sore ass cheeks. They wiped away the soft tears that ran down her cheeks, and they gently kissed her face.

  By the time Summer drifted off to sleep, listening to the sounds of their breathing and the soft rain outside, she knew that she was going to fall in love with both of them and there wasn’t one damn thing she could do about it. She also didn’t care. Let it happen. She couldn’t stop it, regardless. This was out of her control. Her emotions were a runaway train and there was no switch to flip or red light to stop the engine. It was as inevitable as the tides.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Wes had the staff open what his parents had once jokingly dubbed the ballroom for their Labor Day party. It was on the ground floor in the back of the house and could comfortably hold one hundred people, with plenty of room for both dancing if there was a band, plus tables set up to eat. They were only expecting forty to fifty, and instead of a band, Dalton’s cousin, Maverick Orantes, had volunteered to act as DJ.

  “I didn’t think he’d want to come to a party,” said Wes. “I never see him anymore.” Maverick was the son of Dalton’s aunt Elana and his uncle Marco. Up until a few years ago, Maverick had been living in Boulder, close to his parents, but then he’d lost his job due to outsourcing and had come to work as a web designer for Dalton’s family. He lived in one of the houses on the Metcalf estate.

  Wes had tried to talk him into coming to work for Notus, as they always needed people with strong IT skills, but Maverick made more money working for Leland, and he liked keeping to himself. He’d told Wes that he would feel like an animal in a zoo if he worked in a place like Notus.

  “He’s even been to Indulgence a few times,” said Dalton, “but he’s a loner. He’s always been like that.”

  “Is he in the lifestyle? I didn’t realize that either.”

  Dalton nodded. “Had a sub for a long time in Boulder. I’m not sure what happened, but when he lost his job, apparently they had just split up as well.”

  Wes’s attention was diverted from talk of Maverick as he caught Summer’s laughter from across the room. She was standing with Felicity Featherstone and Winona Austin, and the three were animated and happy. “Wonder what they’re talking about?”

  Dalton snorted. “One guess.”

  “You think she’s spilling all our secrets?”

  Dalton gave him a droll look. “Yes. And you know what? I don’t even mind if she does. Normally, that would bother me, but right now I don’t give a shit, you know? I want the whole fucking town to know.”

  Wes clapped him on the back. “Congratulations. You’ve officially gone bonkers over a girl.”

  “Fuck you, Wes.” Dalton walked away and Wes laughed. Nothing could ruin this day. Not even Dalton and his inability to admit that he was falling for Summer. Wes watched her talk to her friends, wondering how in the hell he was going to share her with another man. And why did it have to be Dalton? He didn’t hate the guy. Not anymore. He was good for Summer, and he helped her a lot without realizing he was doing so. But what if, ultimately, she chose Dalton over him?

  That was Wes’s greatest fear right now. That she couldn’t do this either, and that one day Dalton would make her
choose. And Wes was convinced that Summer, if forced to choose, would choose Dalton. He couldn’t handle that. All these years and he’d finally gotten up the courage to talk to Summer for longer than five minutes, and then to ask her out, and this is what it had come down to. How had he let this happen?

  People were starting to trickle in. Wes knew a few of them, but most of the guests were Dalton’s friends who frequented Indulgence. Ian, Nash and Angela weren’t able to make it, but Carma, Mateo, and Blaine were coming. Of the three, Wes knew Blaine the best from work, as Blaine was on the same R&D team as Ian. Carma had gone to school with Summer, so that was another friend she’d have here. Plus, Dalton said he thought it might be good for Summer to talk to Carma, since Carma was a newer sub, and now had two Doms in Mateo and Blaine.

  That was another reason that Wes knew Dalton had more of a chance with Summer than he did. He was always thinking of things like that—ways to introduce Summer to different aspects of the lifestyle, and get her in front of others who could answer her questions and help ease her transition into it. Whereas Wes had no clue how to help her come to terms with this. Hell, half the time he didn’t feel like he knew what the hell to say or do. He hadn’t had that much experience with women, period. And now here he was, totally immersed in a lifestyle he had only just begun to explore and understand. One week ago, the idea of being anyone’s Dom, much less Summer’s, would have made him laugh.

  Dalton was talking to Van and Rowena, who had just arrived. Rowena glanced around, spotted Summer with Winona and Felicity, then whispered something to Van and made a beeline for the other women. Wes watched them for a few moments, and chuckled when he caught Felicity gesturing toward Maverick. Good luck with that one. The guy lived like a monk. Felicity was a cute girl, with her red hair and brown eyes, but Wes hadn’t yet seen Maverick give her more than a quick glance.