Competing for Lisa [The Callens 11] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  Probably to show her and Dante that nothing she could do would affect him, he stretched out his legs, crossed them at the ankles, and rested his hands behind his head against clasped fingers. He might look relaxed, but the small tick around his mouth implied he wasn’t.

  This was so going to be fun—that is, if she didn’t lose her courage.

  Dante stood and held out his hand. “I’ll help.”

  He led her to the middle of the living room, and once more anxiety shimmered through her. Trevor rotated in his seat so he was now facing her. Only this time, he’d widened his legs as if his cock ached and needed room. He wasn’t scowling at her nor had he declared he didn’t want to see her naked. The bulge in his pants confirmed he was most definitely interested, which convinced her this was the right thing to do. She didn’t have to look behind her at Dante’s crotch. She knew his dick would be hard.

  “Let’s get you get started, babe.” He slipped his hands under her shirt, and inch-by-inch, lifted the flimsy material over her breasts, then quickly over her head. During the few seconds when she lost sight of Trevor, the vulnerability turned her on even more.

  The material disappeared, and Dante dropped her top on the rug next to the coffee table. Trevor’s gaze lasered onto her breasts. Exhilaration, like she’d never experienced before, captured her, swelling her clit and turning her nipples into hard, tight nubs. And she wasn’t even naked. Was she that desperate for approval?

  Dante turned her to the side and ran his gaze from her breasts to her face. “Isn’t she incredible, Trev? I bet you can’t wait to suck on her tits and then sink your cock into her wet pussy.” He leaned so close his lips touched her ear. “Is your pussy dripping?”

  What kind of question was that? Even it was true, did he expect her to answer? Tell him the truth. He’d find out sooner or later. “Yes.”

  “Trev, our woman wants us.” He leaned back, and with arms straight, held her shoulders. He inhaled then slowly exhaled. “Do you want Trevor to lick your tits and make you come?”

  Her nipples hardened even more into painful peaks. She’d imagined both of them pulling her swollen crests so many times that she didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

  He smiled. “Then we are all in for the time of our life.” He spun her back around to face Trevor then strode behind his friend’s chair. “Go ahead, Denver, and show us what you got.” He mouthed, “Take off your jeans.”

  She stood frozen for a few seconds until Dante raised his brows and made the “hurry up” signal with his hand. She wasn’t shy, just petrified. But of what? That Trevor would laugh, or worse, get up and head to bed without asking her to join him?

  Never one to accept any kind of defeat, she tugged off her boots. Standing naked in socks would definitely be a turnoff, so she slipped them off and put them into the boots.

  Dante placed two fingers in his mouth and whistled. “Keep going, babe. My cock’s so hard it’s about to explode.”

  She did adore this man, convinced he’d not let Trevor do anything to embarrass her. She unbuttoned then unzipped her jeans. The material was so low on her hips that when she bent forward, the pants slipped down over her butt. As seductively as she could, she tugged on each leg until the jeans pooled at her ankles. One jerk and her pants were gone. Then with a flick of her foot, she kicked them toward her boots.

  “Holy shit, Denver. You’re hotter than I ever imagined. Trev, have you ever seen curves like that?”

  If his face hadn’t screamed sincerity, she might have thought he was making fun of her wide hips. But he wasn’t. Encouraged by his words, she reached around and unhooked the back of her bra. The relief was palatable. When Trevor lowered his arms and leaned forward, she wanted to shout out her joy.

  Lowering her right shoulder, she let the satin strap gently fall to her elbow. When the bra cup slipped and teetered on her nipple, she dared to glance at Dante. Gone was the brazen smile. In its place was a mouth slightly open as if he was mentally picturing what he wished he could do right now. Their looks of rapture amped up her courage. With her left hand keeping the right side in place, she lowered the left strap with her other hand.

  Dante came out of his daze and whistled. “Take it all off, babe.”

  Without thinking, she turned around to compose herself. So as not to let them think she was waffling, she slipped off her bra, and then held it out at arm’s length, dangling it from one finger.

  A second later it was snatched from her fingers. Covering her breasts with an arm, she whipped around. Dante’s eyes were closed with her bra pressed against his face. She laughed.

  “I thought you wanted the real thing, cowboy.”

  He groaned. “Just watch yourself, young lady, or you’ll find yourself on the end of my cock.” He rolled his hand again. “Keep going.”

  Since she was already facing them, she locked her gaze on Trevor’s face and lowered her arms. When his Adam’s apple bobbed and his jaw tightened, she wanted to test him further. After placing her hands behind her head, like he’d done with his, she walked closer. His pupils dilated, but he didn’t move an inch. If she could telepath a message to Dante, it would be not to interrupt her.

  Feeling braver than was probably warranted, she straddled his lap and leaned over, making sure he’d have to move if he wanted to lick her nipples. Oh, shit. What if he resisted? She’d feel like a fool.

  As if burned, she jumped back four feet. His respiration increased and he spread his legs wider. When his hand reached down his pants, she had to assume she’d had some effect on him.

  “Just adjusting him, sugar. Sitting makes him tired.”

  She worked hard not to laugh at his discomfort.

  “Come on, Denver. Show poor Trevor what’s hidden under those edible panties.”

  This was it. Or was it? If she took off her panties, what did Dante expect her to do then? She glanced up at him. He was leaning slightly forward. He caught her glance, smiled, and raised an encouraging brow.

  Here goes.

  To prolong the striptease, she turned around and dipped her fingers inside the elastic band at the waist. She bent over, slightly wiggled her hips, and lowered the red silk down below her butt.

  This can’t be a sexy view. She drew them up and faced the men again.

  Dante shook his head, his hands palms up. Okay, she got the point. Once more she lowered her panties. She bet they’d be in for a big surprise when they saw her waxed. As soon as the top of her pussy was exposed, she wanted to get the striptease over with. As casual as could be, she dropped the panties below her knees and stepped out of one side, then the other.

  “Jesus, Denver. Who would have thought you’d give us such a present?”

  Trevor jumped up and her heart stopped. Gaze averted, he strode toward the kitchen. She sucked in her bottom lip, glanced at Dante, and shrugged.

  He winked. “Bring me one, too.”

  The refrigerator opened and Trevor withdrew two beers. “Make it three.” It was such a lovely number. She could handle mixing one glass of wine with one beer. Having something cool to drink would soothe her dry throat.

  Keeping his head lowered, Trevor returned. It would be interesting to see if he met her eyes when he handed her the bottle. With long strides, he stepped close then held her gaze. He lifted her wrist and placed the bottle in her hand.

  The slow smile that spread across his face was genuine this time. When he winked, she knew without a doubt that she’d be making love with him tonight. Honey dripped down her thigh and perfumed the air.

  He inhaled and closed his eyes for a moment, as if he wanted to memorize this moment. “Keep up the good work.”

  He spun on his heels and glided back to his chair. As soon as Trevor sat, he gulped half his drink. Stunned at his comment, she swigged her beer. The refreshing liquid helped steady her nerves.

  Stopping now was not an option. She widened her stance. “I guess you still need a little more encouragement, cowboy.”

  Dante laughed while Tre
vor waved his bottle. “Show me what you got.”

  Oh, crap. Now what was she suppose to do? Give him a blow job? Or did he expect some kind of sensual display where she played with herself?

  “Denver?”

  Chapter Seven

  Trevor was near to his breaking point. Why the fuck had he taken this stupid challenge anyway? Because you want her.

  He’d used every ounce of control he had watching her lower the strap on her bra then shimmy out of her panties. The second he saw her bare pussy his balls had turned to steel. How much more could a man take?

  Lisa set the beer bottle on the coffee table and returned to her position. Her legs were about shoulder width apart, just enough for a man to bend his knees and drive his cock into her sweet pussy—or her delicious ass. He inwardly groaned.

  When she slid her finger into her mouth, he had to close his eyes. Not wanting her to think she’d won his heart, he opened them in time to watch her twirl her nipples. He longed to suck on the tips while he ran his fingers through her long, thick hair.

  He’d expected Dante to make his move already. He had to hand it to him though. They’d shared enough women for Trevor to know that his roommate was a lightweight when it came to control. Now, he was the one who might weaken first.

  When Lisa eased her now wet finger out of her mouth, he couldn’t take his gaze off her. Her breasts lifted with each breath, and her alabaster skin glowed under the lamp’s amber light. She was quite remarkable. When she pinched her nipple and dropped back her head, he lost it. He stood, slammed his empty beer on the counter, and strode over to her. Without saying a word, he planted his shoulder against her belly and lifted her in a fireman’s hold. “You’re coming with me.”

  “Trevor!”

  Her squeal of delight was all he needed to hear—not Dante’s laugh in the background.

  He pushed open Dante’s bedroom door because it was closer, waved a hand to activate the light sensor, and made a beeline to the bed. This little filly was going to learn that teasing him in such a cruel manner would not be tolerated. He just didn’t know exactly how he wanted to punish her for tormenting him.

  “Let me,” Dante said, appearing out of nowhere. He pulled down the spread.

  Now Trevor knew why his roommate had insisted on doing laundry today. If he had to guess, the man had planned this whole thing, right down to the seduction. Well, Dante would be lucky to get in a kiss, because this vixen was all his.

  Fully clothed, Trevor straddled her, preventing Dante from having a piece of her. This wasn’t his usual style of lovemaking, but right now he was lost in a sensual haze so deep, he was almost blind. He didn’t want to feel anything except for the way his cock felt when imbedded inside her. With Lisa, his heart was nudging him over the edge and he wasn’t sure what he was going to do about it.

  Dante loomed next to him. “You gonna kiss her or what, because if you’ve forgotten what comes next, move over and let me show you.”

  Trevor jerked out of his trance. Lisa’s big green eyes stared up at him, as if transfixed. Do something.

  He wanted to devour her pussy until she screamed his name, suck on her tits until each lick made her buck, then kiss her silly. When her lips parted and her pink tongue peeked out, his decision was made for him.

  Sliding his legs behind him, he rested on his elbows and captured her lips. Everything told him to take it slow, but his raging hormones wouldn’t let him. As soon as his lips touched hers, he couldn’t get enough. He cupped her face and teased open her lips. When their tongues touched, his need exploded. She tasted fruity, like beer and wine combined. She went on the offensive and twisted her tongue around his, but it was when she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck that he knew he had to feel her breasts against his skin or die.

  He lifted up and rolled over. “I think one of us is way overdressed.”

  She lifted on her elbows. “Can I help?”

  Dante placed a knee on the bed. “I think if you touch him, babe, he’ll lose all control. We don’t want him shooting his wad before he’s even had a chance to love you.”

  You bastard. Dante always was good at knowing which buttons to push and when. To prove to this woman she had most definitely not gotten under his skin, he stepped back.

  “Have at me.”

  When Lisa looked over at Dante, Trevor knew he’d lost some secret bet. All he could do now was enjoy her divine body and pick up the pieces of his ego later.

  She positioned herself on her hands and knees and crawled toward him. The way she swung her hips spoke of a sensuality that might undo him for good, so he shelved all of his commitment phobias and focused on the divine goddess before him.

  When she reached the side of the bed, she lifted onto her knees and motioned he come closer. Because her gaze was zeroed in on his waist, he took one large step forward and placed his hands on his head. “Be kind.”

  She let out a little squeal as if he’d given her a present, and his heart soared. She might look like a siren, but from the way she blushed and hesitated during her cute strip act, he’d bet she wasn’t as experienced as she hoped he’d believe.

  Her fingers latched onto his buckle. Instead of undoing it, she ran her fingers over the intricate design. The buckle was handmade by a woman in Montana who was a genius with gems and metal.

  “It’s pretty.” Lisa looked up at him and smiled.

  “Men don’t wear pretty things, but thank you.”

  Her laugh came out light. She unclasped the buckle and opened it wide to get to the buttons underneath. When her cool fingers reached inside his waistband, he sucked in his stomach. Her touch set him on fire.

  Dante crawled behind her and palmed her tits. She jerked, and then slapped her hands on top of his. “You surprised me.”

  His roommate leaned over and whispered something in her ear. The closeness of the two reminded him of the one other failure in his life. He pushed back that dark memory and cleared his throat.

  “Remember me, sugar?”

  She sucked in her bottom lip again, which only made his cock throb harder.

  “Sorry.” She glanced over her shoulder at Dante then resumed unbuttoning his jeans. His covered cock shot out.

  She sat back on her haunches as if a jack-in-the-box had popped out. “Oh, my.”

  Dante pulled back her hair. “That’s nothing. Wait until I show you mine.”

  While he and Dante were competitive about some things, their sexual prowess wasn’t one of them. His roommate was just trying to ramp up his desire for Lisa by tossing out those lewd comments. That wasn’t necessary. He had too much need for her already. In fact, she was almost too intriguing. When he’d wrapped an arm around her, she’d fit perfectly. Sure, she had perfect breasts—very perfect indeed—but she was more than tits.

  As if someone had lowered his arms and made them reach out, he cupped both of her breasts. Dante must have seen the lust in his eyes and had let go a split second before. Her skin was soft and supple, but it was their weight and firmness that had his cock pressing hard against his briefs.

  Reason intruded and he held out his hands. “I didn’t mean to sidetrack you. Please continue.” Her touch would kill him, and if he blew before he had the chance to make love with her, he’d never live it down. Her tiny fingers tugged on his jeans, but because of where she was kneeling, she didn’t have good leverage. He stepped back. “Let me help.”

  Without appearing desperate, he took off his boots, shoved down his jeans, then stepped out of his pants. Normally, he would have left them on the floor, but he needed a moment to compose himself. He folded them and placed them on the dresser, then tore off his shirt. He looked down and spotted his socks. Now he knew he’d lost it. Keeping his gaze on Lisa’s lovely face, he slipped them off and returned to her.

  “He’s all yours.”

  Once more Dante whispered in her ear. An adorable chuckle came out and he wanted to challenge Dante to a boxing match right here, right now.


  Lisa looked up at him. “Turn around. I want to see your ass.”

  That was Dante talking. “No. Suck my cock now, woman.” He tried to give her his best he-man tone, but from the way she laughed, he’d failed.

  She reached out with shaking fingers and hovered her hands over his hips as if she wasn’t sure the easiest way to get the briefs off.

  He held his breath and raised his gaze over her head. Her fingers grasped the material on the side and pulled, but his cock caught on the waistband. Automatically, he shot his hips back. “Better let me.”

  He didn’t watch what was sure to be disappointment sweep across her face. He expanded the waistband and lowered the elastic over his cock. Her gasp only added to the already building pressure in his balls. If his goddamn roommate said anything about the moisture bubbling in the slit, he’d take a swing at him. Lucky for Dante, he kept quiet.

  “He’s so big.”

  The hint of fear had him lowering his gaze. Mistake. Somehow Dante had stripped and was now plastering his chest against her back and twirling her nipples. Her breathing had increased but at least her gaze was zeroed in on his cock.

  “Take a few licks, and then I want to do the same to you, sugar.”

  When she looked up and smiled, his pulse soared. This was not good. Warnings flashed in his brain to get out now, but nothing could drag him away from her. He’d deal with what happened tonight later.

  She leaned over and lightly pulled his cock toward her mouth. His groan escaped at the delicate way she held him. Was this normal for her, or had Dante told her to act like an innocent? The first swipe of her tongue had his toes pressing hard against the floor. If his roommate hadn’t been hogging her tits, his hands would be there right now. When she cupped his balls, pre-cum dribbled out the top of his cock.

  “You’ve got three seconds to suck on him.” His damn voice quivered. Shit. Lovemaking wasn’t about ultimatums, but if he didn’t get some satisfaction soon, he might be tempted to finish the job himself.