Two Doms for Vicki [Pleasure, Montana 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  Clint looked at Sanford. “Maybe for tonight.”

  She grinned. “I have learned that I’m really turned on when I’m denied what I want most.”

  He kissed her nose. “By golly, I think she’s got it, Holmes.”

  Someone knocked on the door. Sanford jumped up and answered it. She didn’t look to see who it was, because Clint was sucking on each of her fingers and making her body vibrate.

  “Dinner is ready,” Sanford announced.

  She groaned. “If I wasn’t so hungry, I’d suggest we skip eating.”

  “I like the way you think.” Clint stood, and keeping her hand in his, pulled her to a stand. “May I escort you to the table?”

  “You may.”

  Sanford rushed into the kitchen again and retrieved three tea candles along with a pack of matches. He placed the candles on the table and lit them. The glow added a nice amount of romance. He turned off the kitchen light and was about to turn off the light in the living room when she stopped him. “I like to see what I’m eating.”

  He stopped. “I’m right there with you.”

  Throughout the meal, they discussed poor Missy. Vicki wondered if materialism alone drove her. “I don’t get kids these days. Would she really endanger her boyfriend’s future as well as her own for a car?”

  Clint waved a fork. “Not just any car, darlin’. It was a Mercedes.”

  “Point taken.”

  Sanford finished his plate. “I do admire a person for having conviction. If she’s against people losing their jobs, I say hear, hear, but she needs to learn there are more productive and legal ways to get her point across.”

  Vicki leaned forward. “You know, you’d make a good politician.”

  They all laughed.

  “What will happen to her?” Missy had broken into the office and caused damage, but she was just a kid.

  “The dad will cough up all the money and reimburse us for what we spent fixing the damage. She’ll get the best lawyer money can buy, and since this is her first offense, I wouldn’t be surprised if she gets a slap on the wrist.”

  “What about college?”

  He shook his head. “I’m betting both her and Scott will be denied admittance for a year.”

  “That’s a shame, but she did do this to herself.”

  “True.”

  Clint stood. “How about if we forget about poor Missy, leave the dishes here, and head on into the bedroom? I have a lot of making up to do.”

  She smiled. “I like the sound of that.”

  She inhaled. The time had come. Was she ready? If they truly loved her as they claimed, then they better see what they were getting. No more hiding and no more lying in an effort to keep them. A relationship was all about trust and being truthful.

  She stepped into Clint’s room. The spanking bench remained against the far wall, but the flogger was no longer on top. It was haphazardly tossed in the corner. The other items, like the dildo, ropes, gags, and the rest of the BDSM paraphernalia sat neatly on the dresser.

  The men trailed behind. Sanford approached, but she held up her hands. “I know this isn’t your style, but I can do something first?”

  “Sure, angel. Anything.”

  Her thoughts jumped to another topic like tying them down, but that wouldn’t be fair. Tonight was all about showing the men that she could love herself. Clint was standing by the door. “Could you both sit on the bed?”

  Clint flicked off the overhead lights, but darkness belonged in her former world. “Leave them on.”

  “You sure?”

  She loved the excitement in his voice. “Yes. I don’t want to keep anything from you ever again. You need to see the real me. I’m finished hiding.”

  “Wahoo, darlin’.” He glanced at Sanford. “Looks like we’re in for a real treat.”

  She hoped. Now that she’d made her little speech, she was petrified. “To be honest, I’m at about a seven right now, but I’m going to do this.”

  Sanford kicked off his boots, and Clint followed suit. They leaned back on their elbows, waiting for the show. She inhaled, praying she could deliver. Her boots and socks were the first to go, as they were the safest pieces of clothing to remove. After placing them off to the side, she undid her jeans and slid them over her hips. She probably should have turned around and shimmied them off, but that action needed to wait for another time. With little grace, she stepped out of them and nearly tipped over.

  “Need help, angel?” Sanford was halfway to her when she stayed him with a hand.

  “I’m good.”

  He sat back down. At least she had on her sexy black outfit. Elle, the owner of Danielle’s Pure Pleasure Sex shop, had picked the outfit for her, saying it showed off her figure. She prayed her friend was right.

  Clint whistled. “Keep going, darlin’. I’m liking the show.”

  She loved that man. His encouraging words meant the world to her. She slipped off her pullover and was now down to her shirt, bra, and panties. As slow as she could, she unbuttoned each button, licking her lips in between.

  “You’re going too slow, angel. If I hadn’t promised not to paddle you, your ass would be very red right now.”

  She laughed. He was kidding—or so she hoped. Once the shirt buttons were undone, she turned around and eased the material over her shoulders until her shirt floated to the ground. Footsteps sounded behind her.

  She faced them. Sanford had her shirt to his nose. He lowered it and grinned. “I’m sitting back down. Continue.”

  Letting her have the control must be killing him. For that she’d love him, too. Perhaps after tonight she’d be their total submissive, but right now it was her unveiling.

  Clint nudged Sanford. “I’m thinking there should be music.” He started to get up.

  “That’s not necessary. The noise from the bar is loud enough.”

  “Darn. I was hoping to scoop you up in my arms.”

  Her men were too wonderful. Now came the hard part. She faced them and lowered her panties until they were thigh high. To drive them crazy, she slipped a finger in her pussy.

  “Aw, shit, angel. That’s not fair.” Sanford stuck a hand down his pants, presumably to adjust himself.

  That might have been the nicest compliment she’d ever had. Torturing her men was going to be fun. She turned around and bent over. Not trusting they wouldn’t grab her, she looked over her shoulder as she lowered her panties.

  Clint moaned. “You’re killing us.”

  “Good. Now you know what it’s like when you won’t let me do anything.”

  “We’re not fit to be subs, angel.”

  She stepped out of her panties and flung them in the air. The anticipated trajectory fell about four feet short of its desired destination. She’d been aiming for Clint.

  He scurried to them and picked them up. “Thanks, darlin’.”

  Her nipples were achy from wanting their mouths to suck on them, so she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.

  “Before you take that off, darlin’, I have to say that may be the best bra I’ve ever seen.”

  “I’ll be sure to tell Elle.” They knew her because they’d bought the spanking bench at her store.

  With deliberation, she slipped the straps down her arms and let the material drop to the floor. She could see it in their eyes that her men were ready to claim her. “I’m not done yet.”

  More groans followed. Their eagerness gave her so much self-confidence. She wet her forefinger and thumb then pinched her nipple.

  Sanford tossed her shirt on the bed and charged at her. “You never said anything about being cruel.”

  Both men descended. Clint picked her up and carried to the bed. “Now it’s our turn, darlin’, and we don’t want to hear any complaints.” He looked at his brother. “Unless it’s for real.”

  “Understood.” Clint stepped over to the dresser and picked up the lube. She thought he might bring over the rope and cuffs, but he didn’t. “I am ready for o
ne step above vanilla sex, you know.”

  Sanford stretched out next to her. “Nope. I don’t want you to think we need any of that stuff to get excited. Seeing you happy is all we want.”

  Clint crawled onto the other side and rolled her toward him. “However, in the very near future if you beg us to tie you up, I’m thinking we can see our way to oblige your request.”

  “How can I resist either of you with all your fancy talk?”

  “You can’t, darlin’, and that’s the point.”

  She eased onto her back so she wouldn’t be leaving out either man. “How about a little less talking and a lot more loving?”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Clint’s cock ached. From the moment Vicki walked into the room and asked him to leave the light on, his blood hadn’t stopped racing through his veins.

  He cupped her breast. “You haven’t been off my mind.”

  “Mine neither. I’m sorry I almost ruined things.”

  “Shh.” Sanford leaned over and kissed her.

  Doms were supposed to be masters of control, but when he got near Vicki, he had no restraint. “I think I need to get out of these clothes.”

  “I like that idea.” She placed her hands behind her head.

  She didn’t look comfortable, so he placed a fluffy pillow under her. “Better?”

  “Much.”

  Both he and Sanford stood at the foot of the bed. It almost seemed odd taking off his clothes with all the lights on. He hurried the best he could. “Spread your legs for me, darlin’.” Clint was confident that if she didn’t want to, she wouldn’t.

  She obeyed all right, and even had to nerve to rub her clit then slide her finger into her slit. He groaned. As if his clothes were on fire, he finished discarding them and jumped on the bed between her legs. He had one focus, and that was to drink her sweet nectar. He held open her legs wider and licked her.

  “Oh, yes.” She arched her back and moaned.

  She was killing him. His cock was already rock hard. Good thing he and Sanford had an understanding. The first time they made love with her together, Clint would fuck her ass while Sanford would delight her pussy. In the future they would change places, but for tonight, they knew she’d be pushed to the outer limits of her comfort zone making love with both of them at once.

  The only negative with sharing was that at times like now, he would have loved to have her all to himself. Tonight wasn’t about him, though, and what he wanted. It was about pleasing Vicki.

  Now naked, Sanford climbed onto the bed and appeared to be mesmerized by her glorious tits. While his brother made love to her voluptuous breasts, Clint nibbled on her delicate clit. Each time he touched her, she’d wiggle and moan. “I love how sensitive you are.”

  “Let me at your cock and we’ll see who goes off first.”

  She had a point, but that was one challenge that wouldn’t get tested tonight. “Put your feet on the mattress.” That way he’d have more access to her. She’d also feel more vulnerable and reach a higher plateau.

  He slipped his fingers into her opening and twirled them around. Her wet sheath coated his fingers. His woman was already gushing cum. She was putty in his hands. Vicki might think she was in charge tonight, but she underestimated them.

  He looked up. Sanford was all over her tits, pulling on her nipples and massaging her breasts. She had one hand on his head, rubbing his scalp while her other hand was on Clint’s shoulder. Every time he sucked on her clit, she dug her nails into his skin. She was so ripe for edging.

  “Yes, please. I need a cock.”

  Her plea nearly did him in, but he stayed strong. With curled fingers, he hit her most sensitive spot, drawing out gasps and tiny mewling sounds. She was close. Oh, so close.

  He stopped and so did Sanford.

  “No! Don’t stop. I was about to come.”

  That was exactly why he’d stopped. “We need you to get on your hands and knees, darlin’.”

  He hoped his brother was able to devour her pussy and have Vicki lick Sanford’s cock at the same time. Clint needed to prepare her divine ass for his own dick.

  They both helped her roll over and then got into position. He grabbed the lube while Sanford rolled onto his back and slid his head between her legs. She looked like she was a hair trigger away from climaxing, but knowing his brother, he wouldn’t let her come this time either. If she waited until they joined as one, she’d soar higher than the peak of any mountain. He wanted that for her.

  Clint touched her rear. “Remember to relax.”

  The sassy woman clenched her cheeks probably out of defiance. “I know what you’re trying to do, darlin’, but it won’t work. I’m not spanking you.”

  “But I like it.”

  “I’m not sure I can trust you.”

  She craned her neck and stuck her tongue out. “I said I would be truthful. If I need to be spanked, then I give you my permission to spank me.”

  He grinned. “Did I tell you how much I love you?”

  “Yes, but I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

  He unscrewed the cap on the lube and squirted some on his cock and over her back hole. His dick throbbed in anticipation. “I hope you’re ready, darlin’.”

  She squeaked. His brother must have licked her. “Yes. Hurry.”

  * * * *

  Vicki’s mind splintered. When Clint was licking and fingering her, her body went crazy wild. His velvety tongue and rough fingers set off every nerve in her body. But damn him. She’d been so close to climaxing when he’d stop. At least Sanford picked up where Clint had left off. Sanford was now on his back with his mouth under her pussy and his cock so very close to her mouth. He was rubbing her nipples while he licked her slit. Her clit was already swollen from Clint working it, and each lick excited her more and more.

  Sanford pinched her nipples, and when the ache shot straight to between her legs, she closed her eyes and let the glory wash over her. She wiggled her hips back and forth for more friction, and he clamped the hand that had been bringing her tits to life on her hip.

  “Be careful, angel.”

  She didn’t know what that meant. Did her movement excite him too much? She’d show him excitement. His cock was inches from her lips. Didn’t he deserve to have some attention, too? Since tonight was a no Dom night, she leaned over and drew him into her mouth.

  He emitted a strangled cry. Good. He sucked on her pussy hard and pulled taut her nipples. She opened her mouth to get more air. “That’s not fair,” she said.

  Sanford rolled the swollen crests. “Yes, it is, angel. I’m too weak when I’m around you. If you want us both, don’t stay there too long.”

  Thrilled he hadn’t banned her from sucking him, she dragged her tongue up his length. He lifted his hips as if he wanted more. She wished she didn’t need her hands to support herself or she would have rolled his balls. However, if she bent her arms, she could reach them with her tongue. One swipe made him groan.

  Not wanting him to go off, she focused on the tip. As she ran her tongue around the head of his cock, Clint punched a thumb in her ass. She was proud she didn’t clench her rear.

  He rubbed one cheek. “You’re doing great, darlin’.”

  Since he’d made love to her in the ass before, the fear was no longer there. She relished him stretching her out and igniting new nerves. “Hurry.”

  “I want to love you right.”

  He was loving her just the way she liked. She leaned over again to take Sanford into her mouth. This time she used a lighter touch. Sucking him was more for her enjoyment even though he wiggled and pumped a few times when she drew him into her mouth hard. She must have triggered something, because he raised his hand from her hip and rubbed her nipples with his thumb. It was just the right touch to send her spiraling toward the climax Clint and he had cheated her out of the first time.

  “That feels so good.” She inhaled for more contact.

  With his other hand, he slipped another finger
into her sopping hole. He drove them in and out, simulating the motion of a cock. Her walls were slightly swollen, and with each plunge, the fire inside turned hotter.

  Her moans turned to groans and she lifted her head. Unable to focus on anything other than the building climax, she clamped down on his fingers. Clint dipped two fingers into her ass and swirled them around. The double set of lovers pushed her close to the precipice.

  “Yes, yes, yes.” As if those three words were a cue, both men pulled out. They so didn’t do that. “Why did you stop now?” Her breaths were ragged.

  “It’s time, angel.” Sanford maneuvered out from under her and stretched out on his back next to her. “How would like to ride a stallion?”

  She laughed at his egotistical phrase. “Would that be you?”

  “If you climb on up, I’ll show you.”

  This was going to be amazing. Her former lovers were into missionary style only. With these men, she had so much to learn and experience. On her knees, she crawled over Sanford.

  “Hold it right there, angel. I’ve been dying to taste those sweet lips of yours.”

  Clint clamped his hands on her rear and held her tight as she leaned over. The moment her lips touched Sanford’s, her pussy exploded. How was that possible? They both opened their mouths at the same time and jockeyed for position. He tasted of wine and pasta sauce. His kisses made her forget about the past and helped her believe in the future. As their tongues tangled, Clint let go of one hip and slipped two fingers in her pussy. Oh, my. It was so hard to concentrate on both sensations. As he thrust his fingers in and out, he ran his thumb over her sensitive clit. She moaned. Sparks flew and lit up her insides. She pressed on his fingers, pumping her inner walls over and over again as her tongue darted in and out of Sanford’s mouth to the same rhythm. Blood pounded through her brain as her climax built.

  Clint let go and Sanford broke the kiss. She didn’t want to sound like a broken record, but she’d once more been on the brink of another climax.

  “Sit on me, angel.”

  Her frustration disappeared. Using his thumb, he pointed his cock upward. She grabbed the base and guided her wet pussy over his erect dick. This was what she wanted, what she needed. Her breaths came out fast. He let go and she pressed the head to her opening. Relaxing her inner walls, she lowered herself onto him. Not wanting to rush, she let her slick walls envelop him slowly.