Let's Get It On (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Doris O'Connor

  “Green. Oh, so green, Sir. Please, please fuck me.”

  Her breathless reply shot straight to his groin and he grinned as he picked up the butt plug. It was the biggest size she had taken so far, but Sloan had assured him that she could and would take it. Their girl enjoyed anal play, and he proceeded to slather it in generous amounts of lube. He rested the slick toy on her tummy and Lily’s stomach muscles jumped and she whimpered when she lifted her head to see what he was doing.

  “Head down and eyes closed, girl. I want to you just feel and not worry about what I’m doing.”

  “O–okay but… Oh, please don’t stop, Sir.”

  He laughed as she groaned low in her throat, and he circled her clit with his nail, and then ran his fingers through her wet slit and up to her anus. Using her own lubrication he slipped a digit inside her butt and then another, scissoring them to prepare her for the plug, and Lily whimpered and pushed against him.

  “That’s my girl, now just relax. This will burn at first but you can take this for your Sir.”

  Lily tensed when he withdrew his fingers and lined the smooth tip of the toy up with her ring and pushed against it.

  Incoherent sounds spilled from her lips as he continued to push the plug in. Lily hissed and moaned as her little puckered hole was forced to stretch around the widest part of the plug, and he glanced up at her.

  Head trashing from side to side, tears ran down her face, but her juices spilled over his fingers as he manipulated her clit with the thumb of his free hand, and her pussy hole quivered and clenched, telling him how close she was to coming once again. At long last the plug was in, and Lily whined and moaned.

  “Oh god, too much, please, please, I need to come. I want…oh fuck, yesssss.”

  He joined her in the incoherent mumbling as he lined up his cock and pressed into her cunt. Like a velvet glove, her pussy walls closed around him, and Cyrus swore as she clamped down and he forced her tissues apart to take all of him. Rhythmic waves pulsed around his dick, as Lily’s orgasm tore through her and threatened to take him right with her.

  “Fuck, girl, you’re so tight… so damn responsive.”

  He groaned the words and pulled almost all the way out and then slammed home again, making Lily’s just-waning orgasm flare anew. With sweat dripping in his eyes he set a ruthless pace, pounding into his girl with so much force that her tits bounced and he could have sworn they moved the damn table. Lily shook and quivered and screamed underneath him, seemingly caught in a never-ending orgasm that squeezed the shit out of his dick and meant he raced toward his own peak far too soon. The pressure built at the base of spine to such an extent that it was painful, as his balls drew up to his body and he pulled out of her. Lily screamed when he yanked the plug out of her ass with no finesse whatsoever, and with her other hole wide open for him, he thrust into the dark depth of her butt and into heaven. Lily clamped around his cock and his orgasm burst forth with a speed and velocity that took his breath away. Cyrus shot his load deep inside her ass, and collapsed on top of her with muttered groans. He had the foresight to lift up slightly to not squash her completely, as he buried his face in her tits.

  “Fuck, girl, I’m sure I’ve just died. Now that’s what I call a homecoming fuck.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “And the doctors say she’ll stand an excellent chance to make it to thirty seven weeks now, and that is such a relief, I tell you, Sloan. And then I stripped naked and walked round Trafalgar square.”

  Sloan paused midway to pulling the shutters down, and frowned at Martha.

  “Say what?”

  Martha slapped him on the chest and laughed.

  “Just testing to see if you’re actually listening to me drone on. You haven’t spoken in anything but monosyllables all afternoon. What’s up with you today?”

  The shutters rolled all the way down with a resounding clang and Sloan crouched low to secure the padlocks.

  “Nothing’s up with me, Martha. Everything is just… peachy.” He grimaced at his inane choice of words and Martha put her hands on her ample hips and glared up at him.

  “Peachy, is it? What are you, three again?” she asked. “Pull the other one and tell me what’s eating you. Did you and Lily have a fight or something?”

  Sloan ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

  “No, of course not. It’s just…” He shifted from foot to foot, and barely resisted the urge to adjust his dick away from the zipper of his jeans. The mere mention of her name and his damn appendage had surged to full life again. Sloan clenched his jaw and shook his head, but it was useless. Those damn pics Cyrus had sent seemed imprinted on his eye lids. Smooth-talking Cyrus who’d spent all day with Lily. Jealousy burnt a hole in his fucking gut, and he didn’t like that feeling one little bit.

  “It’s just what?” Martha probed, and from the determined expression on her face he could tell that she was in full overprotective mother hen mode and wouldn’t let this go until he told her something. Sure enough, she placed herself in his way and poked him in the chest with her index finger.

  “You’re not leaving here until you tell me, so you will have a serious case of blue balls syndrome, won’t you?” Martha let her gaze travel down to his groin and grinned, and Sloan swore and yanked his t-shirt out of his jeans to hide his boner.

  “Are you forgetting that I’m your boss, Martha?” His growled words had no impact at all on the pint-sized defender of Lily’s welfare, and despite the whole awkwardness of the situation, Sloan had to grin. Shame Martha had no interest in the lifestyle. She would make a fabulous Domme.

  “Boss or no boss, this is Lily. You can sack me tomorrow if you like, but we both know you won’t. Not over me looking out for Lily, so tell me already.”

  Martha tapped her foot and stared him down and Sloan gave a short humorless laugh.

  “Cyrus is back,” he said and Martha nodded in seeming understanding.

  “Ah, I see. When?” she asked.

  “He flew in overnight and went straight to my house this morning. He was there when she woke up and well…” He let his words trail off, those images once again bombarding his brain, and Martha reached up and patted up his cheek.

  “Ah, and you’re worried, he’ll what? Steal her away from you?”

  Amusement laced Martha’s voice and Sloan shook his head.

  “Not exactly, it’s just, we’ve got things to work out and hell, I don’t fucking know. I feel a damn sight better when I’m back with her, that’s all.”

  Martha smiled and finally stepped out of his way.

  “Then I best not keep you. I must admit I have no idea how you three are going to work this out, but I can tell you this. Lily loves both of you, so there really is no need to be jealous.” She laughed when Sloan automatically shook his head to deny that, even though his entire being positively churned with the red hot pokers of that ugly emotion. “I know she’s been looking forward to your brother coming home. It’s been a long month and one could say the two of them deserve that time alone, unless, of course, you’ve decided that you want her all to herself.”

  Sloan smirked at that and shook his head.

  “It’s not what Lily wants. I know she needs Cyrus. That’s not the issue. I just… fuck, I need to hold her, okay, and stop laughing at me like that, Martha.”

  “Am I laughing? It’s just good to see you so riled. I reckon there would be something wrong with you if you weren’t. We both know what Cyrus can be like after all.”

  Sloan nodded and sighed.

  “I know, but he’s different with her. And besides I’d cut his fucking balls off if he hurt her.”

  “There you are then. All is as it should be.” Martha winked at him and made her way slowly down the road.

  “Can I give you a lift?” Sloan asked, and Martha shook her head and kept on walking.

  “No, that’s quite alright, Sloan. It’s a nice evening and the hospital isn’t far from here. I’ll enjoy the walk. You go and sort
your private life out.”

  Sloan watched her disappear round the corner, and slid behind the wheel of his truck with a sigh of relief. His apprehension grew, as he negotiated London evening traffic, and he jumped out of his skin when his phone beeped a text. Stopped at a traffic light, he went to read it, and some of the knots in his gut dissolved. Cy had finally switched his phone back on then.

  Chillax, bro. Everything’s fine here. She’s just woken up, and is now in the bath. Doesn’t want to go out tonight, so am ordering in from that French cuisine place. See you soon.

  Sloan clenched his jaw and fired back a quick reply before the lights changed.

  Why is she sleeping at this time? Wtf did you do to her?

  He pressed send and then threw the phone on the passenger seat and started driving again. Within seconds Cyrus’s reply flashed up on the screen.

  Ain’t seen her in a month. What’cha think I did? Want me to draw you a diagram? Quit being a dick and get your ass home.

  Sloan shook his head and concentrated on driving. Cyrus was right, of course. He shouldn’t begrudge the two of them their time together, but he’d feel a hell of a lot better when he held his… their girl in his arms again.

  By the time he made it home, the delivery van was just leaving, and Sloan pulled into the vacant spot. Damn the traffic. That had taken way too long. The most delicious flavors hit his nostrils when he stepped through the door, and he followed his nose to the kitchen. He had to give it to Cy, he was setting the mood perfectly. The curtains were drawn, soft classical music played in the background, and candles decorated the kitchen table. The very one Lily had knelt on naked not so long ago, and Sloan groaned and adjusted his dick for the umpteenth time.

  Cyrus glanced across at him and smirked.

  “Took your time, bro, and you might wanna grab a shower and rub one out. I don’t want you pouncing on her the minute you see her. Tonight is supposed to be romantic, remember?”

  Sloan flipped him the finger, and Cyrus laughed.

  “Unlike you did this morning, you mean,” Sloan said and Cy shrugged his shoulders. “What the fuck were you thinking springing that collar on her? We were supposed to be broaching that to her over dinner. You’re lucky she didn’t freak out on you. Damn it, you know what those stand for in her mind. None of it is good.”

  “Give me some credit, bro. I sent you the pictures. Did she look freaked to you?”

  Sloan shook his head and groaned.

  “No, she looked fucking hot, but that’s not the point and you know it. I don’t want to scare her away. Lily is fragile.”

  “Bullshit.” Cyrus glared at him and leant back against the work top arms crossed and looking thoroughly pissed. “Lily is one of the strongest women I know. It’s about time we pushed her a little. You heard what O’Hara said. She’s going to have to identify the asshole, and she needs to know that she’s safe with us. She needs to feel owned, you know that as well as I do. That bastard was at least right in that respect. Our girl’s submissive streak runs deep, and we’d be failing her if we don’t give her what she needs. The security to let herself go, with us, in the full knowledge that we’ve got her back.”

  “Fuck Cy, she doesn’t want to be a slave again.” Sloan felt the need to point that out and Cyrus rolled his eyes.

  “Did I say I want her to be?” he asked, and Sloan shook his head.

  “I’m not talking total power exchange here, but she needs more than what she’s been getting with you pussyfooting around the subject. Fuck, if you’d seen her responses once she allowed herself to truly sink into her submissive headspace. I felt humbled to witness it, and I want more of that, Sloan. Fuck it, I want it all, you, me, and Lily, together, and that asshole behind bars. Don’t tell me you don’t want that, too.”

  It was Sloan’s turn to roll his eyes.

  “Of course I fucking do. I just want to do it at her pace, and I don’t think she’s ready to face that prick, or set foot in any goddamn club, so you and O’Hara will just have to think of something else.”

  Cyrus sighed and shook his head.

  “You know damn well it’s not that easy. I want to keep her away from that ass as much as you do, but we’ve got to look at the bigger picture, too. It’s only a matter of time before he really hurts someone, and—”

  The soft gasp behind them stopped Cyrus, and Sloan spun round, and damn well near swallowed his tongue. Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, Lily stood in the hallway, and she had clearly heard their exchange, if the way she wrapped her arms around herself was any indication. Not only that but she looked fucking fantastic. The tight dress she wore clung to her curves, and the fabric was so sheer that it was almost see-through, especially with the light of the hallway behind her.

  The dress had to be new, presumably something Cy had picked up for her in the States. The low neckline skimmed over the swell of her tits and the hem of the skirt ended mid-thigh, showing off her great pins. What truly floored him, however, was that she had chosen to wear the play collar, minus the leash, he noticed.

  “There you are, my sweet. I was just about to send this big fool up to get you. Dinner, as they say, is served.” Cyrus seemed to have recovered his equilibrium a damn sight faster than Sloan had and she offered his brother a weak smile.

  “It smells delicious, and I’m assuming you’re not cooking, Sir?”

  Cyrus laughed.

  “Nah, that didn’t turn out so well this morning, now did it?”

  A small giggle escaped Lily and at Sloan’s questioning eyebrow, she shook her head, and unclasped those arms. It afforded him a full view of her nipples poking through the fabric of her dress, and he suddenly wished he’d taken Cyrus up on his suggestion to jerk off in the shower. His cock damn well nearly tried to punch through the denim covering it, and despite the collar and her attire, he sensed that Lily wouldn’t welcome any sexual advances right now. It showed in every line of her body as she stepped closer, even though she sank to her knees and nuzzled into his groin with a sigh, as was their usual greeting when alone. Damn Cyrus, if he wasn’t right. She needed this.

  Sloan balled his hands into fists by his side and counted backward in his head. Anything to stop himself from giving into the urge to wrap his hands into her hair and demand that she suck him off. Cyrus stepped into his line of vision and shook his head at him and Sloan uncurled his hands and patted her on the head to get her attention.

  “Up you get, pet. I need to grab a quick shower, and then we can eat. You look fantastic by the way.”

  Lily sighed and slowly rose and Sloan took the stairs three at a time with Cyrus’s laughter ringing in his ears.

  * * * *

  Sloan’s rapid departure stung, even though she had a fairly good idea why he’d taken off as though the hounds of hell were after him. His cock had felt so hard poking at her through his jeans, she had half expected him to lose his shit right there and then.

  Cyrus’s next words confirmed her suspicions, as he held his hand out for her and pulled her into a hug.

  “Don’t you mind, lil bro. He’ll be right as rain as soon as he’s jerked off. You have that effect on us.” He pulled her closer still until his hard-on dug into her belly and she smiled into his chest. “See, and I had the benefit of earlier relief. The poor guy must be ready to bust his ass.” Cyrus ran his hands slowly up her sides until he reached her collar and then he tipped her head up.

  “This is a nice touch. I wasn’t expecting you to wear it tonight.” His voice had dropped an octave and a shiver of need ran down Lily’s spine.

  “I know, but I wanted to wear it for you. For both of you.”

  She snuggled closer into his embrace, needing the contact, needing to feel his strength, and she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply of Cyrus’s earthy scent. How long they stood simply holding each other, their breathing almost too loud over the quiet musical background she couldn’t say, but eventually Sloan’s scent invaded her nostrils. Freshly showered, dampness still clung to the bare
arms he wrapped around her from behind, and an involuntary whimper escaped her, when he nuzzled into her neck and dropped a kiss on her jaw.

  “How much did you hear, pet?” he asked, and Lily stiffened.

  “Enough,” she said, and both men sighed in unison. “Can we not talk about this yet, please?”

  “Whatever you want, baby. Dinner will get cold anyway, and as Cy didn’t cook, I dare say it’s even edible.”

  Lily giggled at that and Cyrus puffed his chest out in mock annoyance and then let her go. He punched Sloan in the shoulder and his brother retaliated by flipping him the finger, which made Lily laugh harder. It was so good to have both her men here, and she loved them so damn much it hurt.

  The easy banter between the brothers continued all the way through the meal, with Cyrus amusing everyone with his tales from what sounded the return flight from hell. By the time her spoon scraped the bottom of her dessert bowl, Lily felt rather light-headed from the two glasses of wine she’d had with her dinner and deliciously sated.

  She allowed her gaze to wander over her men. Sloan was still laughing at something Cy had said, and he lifted his wine glass to down the remains in one long swallow. Lily followed the movement of his Adam’s apple, and the way his biceps bunched as he put the glass back down on the table and then fingered the stem with his long elegant fingers that would not have been amiss on a piano player. Cyrus shared the same trait with his brother and Lily’s cheeks heated when she thought of how much pleasure those digits had brought her. Too late she realized that both men were now staring at her, identical smirks on their faces, and she hastily dropped her gaze to her fingers.

  “Now, what do you think our little subbie here is thinking about that she’s blushing so prettily, Cy?” Sloan asked his brother with that edge in his voice that made her stomach somersault in delicious anticipation. He’d slipped into Dom mode and Cyrus wasn’t far behind.