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

by Doris O'Connor

  “Hmm, I have a fairly good idea, considering she has been undressing you with her eyes for the last ten minutes, bro.” Amusement laced his words, and she sensed rather than saw Cyrus shift and then shrieked when he yanked her chair closer to his by looping his feet underneath the legs of it.

  He looped his index finger through the d-ring of her collar and pulled her close to kiss her. It was a slow, heated kiss of ownership that left her brain fried and her breathing shallow, especially when Sloan pulled up a chair right next to her and took over when his brother released her.

  By the time he let her come up for air, Lily was so aroused she was sure she would leave a stain on her dress.

  “You know, bro, I’m really glad we decided to stay in tonight, because if we had gone out we couldn’t do this, could we?” Cyrus winked at her and then grabbed one of her legs and draped it over his lap. Sloan promptly followed suit, until she was perched on the edge of her chair with her legs spread obscenely wide. The hem of her dress rose, exposing her wet pussy, and Lily bit back a moan when first Sloan and then Cyrus slid their fingers through her slit. They brought their glistening digits up and proceeded to lick her juices off them.

  “Hmm, such a sweet, delicious subbie we have here. Dessert number two for you and me, me thinks.”

  Cyrus’s sandpapery voice sunk into her consciousness, and she almost leapt off the chair when both men’s hands delved between her pussy lips this time. Sloan sunk several fingers knuckle-deep into her hole, while Cyrus circled her clit repeatedly.

  They murmured their approval as she grew embarrassingly wet for them, and, biting back a moan, lifted her hips to give them better access. She curled her fingers round the edges of her chair to give her more leverage. God, she was close, so close, if only—

  The yank to her hair hurt, and brought her arousal down a notch, and she whimpered her denial when both men withdrew their hands from her cunt.

  “Naughty little subbie, trying to hurry us along.” Cyrus’s stubble created more tingles of awareness across the sensitive area under her ear, as he whispered the words to her and then bit down on her earlobe. His fingers dug into the flesh of her upper thigh as she jerked and tried to close her legs. Sloan, too, had a bruising grip on her other leg, and, pinned between her men, she couldn’t move.

  “Please… I need to, please?” The barely still functioning side of Lily’s brain marveled at the desperate quality to her voice, but the needs of her body won over. These were her men, and they would take care of her, eventually. Rushing them when they were both in full Dom mode wouldn’t achieve anything.

  “Trust us. Let us take you out of your head for a little while, pet.” Sloan’s voice this time, and Lily sighed and nodded. Sloan claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss and she jumped when something incredibly cold dribbled into her cleavage. Sloan broke the kiss with a smile and she lost herself in the tender approval in his gaze.

  “Shut your eyes for me, baby. Allow yourself to feel. We’ll make this so good for you, I promise.” Her stomach contracted in need and she drew a much needed breath into her lungs and let her eyes flutter shut.

  “Beautiful.” Cyrus’s voice as yet more coldness dribbled along her lips and down her chin. An ice cube. She realized what it was with a start when Cyrus pushed the slippery object into her mouth. She crunched on it, and her nostrils flared as someone pulled her dress down until her breasts were exposed. Another set of hands bound her hands to the chair, and then her legs were lifted off her men’s legs, her bum shoved further forward on the chair, and ropes secured her legs to the chair, also. It allowed for the tiniest amount of wriggle room and she let her head fall back and bit her lips, when calloused fingers traced what had to be another ice cube up the inside of her thigh with agonizing slowness. Sloan, she recognized his heavy breaths as he leaned in close, traced another cube across her nipples in turn. The already hard buds contracted further. Shivers raced across her skin and she screamed when that piece of ice between her legs reached her cunt. Her pussy clenched in shocked need as the coldness slid along her fevered folds, circled her clit, and then was pushed inside her hole without warning. The coldness numbed her insides, and her vaginal muscles clenched around the object of torture, trying to expel it, and both men laughed.

  “Oh, no, you don’t” Cyrus’s voice held that cruel streak he delivered so well, and her stomach lurched at his next growled words. “In fact, I think you can take more.”

  “No, no, please, I… shiiiiit, nooo.”

  Lily strained against her restraints, as the men’s laughter registered over the roaring in her ears, and Cyrus pushed several more ice cubes into her hole. Her insides cramped and her whole body shook in need as Cyrus’s warm hand cupped her slit and stopped her from expelling the cubes. His thumb circled her clit repeatedly, such a hot contrast to the coldness in her pussy, and then two hot mouths closed over her nipples and suckled hard.

  Lily screamed in painful arousal as those nips and tucks delivered darts of pleasure to her clit, and her body shook with the force of her orgasm.

  “So fucking hot. That’s our beautiful girl, come for us again.” Sloan interspersed his words with hot openmouthed kisses down the column of her neck and across her boobs. The fabric of her dress was further tugged down and she whimpered when Cyrus, she presumed, pushed another two ice cubes into her pussy hole. Warmth followed coldness, as his hot breath skittered across her labial lips, and she bucked as his mouth closed over her clit and sucked. Sloan chose that moment to swirl his tongue through her bellybutton and then resumed a slow path back up to her boobs. Another ice cube was applied to her nipples, making them ache and then Sloan’s warm mouth and fingers took that ache away. Heat flared through her as the last of the ice melted inside her channel and Cyrus pushed his tongue inside her cunt, and ruthlessly pushed her into another orgasm.

  Swept away in ecstasy and with her whole body trembling in aftershocks, Lily was dimly aware of both men withdrawing and the rustle of clothes and then Sloan’s calloused fingers tilted her head back more. The room spun as the chair tilted backward and then Lily stopped thinking altogether, as Sloan’s familiar salty musk invaded her senses.

  “Open up for me, pet. It’s time for us both to fill your holes.”

  Lily whimpered and opened wide, sighing in bliss as Sloan fed his cock slowly into her mouth until his pre-cum-slick head hit the back of her throat.

  “Ah, so fucking good. That’s my good girl. Take me, suck my cock, and milk me. Drink my cum, baby.”

  Lily closed her lips around her Sir’s cock and sucked hard as the pressure between her legs increased.

  Cyrus swore as his incredibly hot and hard cock slid into her cunt. With her movements restricted, every slow thrust of his forced her tissues further apart and she whined around the other cock in her mouth as her body struggled to accept him.

  “Shit, she’s so tight like this, bro, and seeing her swallow your junk is not helping me to go slow.” Cyrus’s strained voice made her more determined to take him, and Lily made a conscious effort to relax her quivering internal muscles, and he slid in that last precious inch. Utterly filled and possessed by her men, with their strength surrounding her, Lily reveled in their possession, as both men started to fuck her. The chair creaked, and their combined heavy breaths and moans filled the air, as her body tightened in need in spirals of bliss. Tighter and tighter those coils wound around her, as Cyrus pummeled her cunt and Sloan fucked her mouth in short jerky moves that told her how close he was. Lily swallowed around his dick, and grazed him with her teeth on every withdrawal, while tightening her muscles around Cyrus’s cock in her pussy. Both men swore and Cyrus pushed in all the way, and then went still. He grew even bigger inside her, and she struggled to breathe as Sloan, too, grew still with his cock lodged at the back of her throat.

  “Fuck, now, bro. Tell me you’re ready. She’s squeezing the shit out of me. I… fuck, yes, baby.” Heat bathed her insides as Cyrus came, and Sloan, too, grunted and rewarde
d her with rope after rope of his delicious cum. Lily swallowed as much as she could, as both men continued to thrust into her holes, seeking their release as she hovered on the painful edge of hers. When someone pinched her clit and both men grunted for her to come, Lily flew. The force of her orgasm took her breath away and she was dimly aware of Sloan sliding out of her mouth before she clenched her jaw in pleasure and let the waves of bliss push her under.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Cyrus would never grow tired of seeing Lily fall apart. She did so with wild abandon that made his spent cock twitch in renewed interest. Jaw clenched, body rigid, with an allover rosy blush marking her pale skin, she rode the waves of her orgasm, as her body trembled and shook. Cyrus kept up the pressure on her clit, prolonging her orgasm and Sloan rolled her nipples between his fingers, while murmuring, no doubt, dirty as sin words in her ear. Neither one of them was done with her yet, not by a long shot. They needed to talk, but that could wait until their precious girl had passed out from pleasure, and they’d all managed to spend a night together. The fierce need Cyrus had to simply be able to hold her all night, sandwiched between him and his brother, shouldn’t have surprised him. He could see the same need reflected in Sloan’s gaze when he looked across at him, and they nodded to each other.

  With her body now going limp, and her eyes fluttering open, they did what they had originally planned to do. Together they worked to release her from her bonds and Sloan pulled her dress all the way off. Bunched as it had been around her midriff, with the neck line and arms hopelessly stretched, it might well be ruined, but she’d looked fucking hot restrained like that. Cyrus made a mental note to put in an order for more of these dresses. She would only ever wear them for her Sirs, of course and he grinned at the thought of seeing her dressed thus every day at home, with every part of her accessible to his and Sloan’s demands.

  Sloan laughed when Cy’s dick started to harden again at those, thought processes, and a quick glance showed Sloan to be at half-mast too. However, their girl would need some recovery time first, and they had something to tell her. At Cyrus’s nod, Sloan picked Lily of the chair. She made an unintelligible sound and snuggled into his brother’s embrace as he left the kitchen to carry her upstairs.

  Cyrus smirked at the scene of devastation that was the dining part of Sloan’s kitchen, grabbed the supplies he needed, and followed his brother up to the bedroom.

  Sloan had placed their girl in the middle of his super-king-size bed, and, washcloth in hand, was in the process of cleaning her up. Lily whimpered and moaned, making him harder still as she tried to rub herself against Sloan’s hand and he laughingly pushed her back down on the bed with one large hand on her abdomen.

  “Enough of that, pet. Let me freshen you up. You’re not ready for round two yet, and as hot as it is seeing you covered in cum, I want your pussy next and I’d rather not encounter Cy’s leftovers.

  Heat flooded Lily’s cheek and she gave a strangled oh my god and threw a hand over her eyes as though embarrassed.

  Cyrus cuffed his brother upside the head, earning himself a scowl from Sloan, and he sat down on the bed and pulled Lily into his arms.

  “Don’t pay any attention to the dumbass. This is nothing to be embarrassed about, my sweet. You’re ours and we’re simply taking care of the woman that we love.” He tugged her arm away and smiled down at her wide-eyed expression. Sloan threw the wash cloth on the floor and joined them on the bed, sitting the other side of Lily.

  “Cyrus is quite right. I didn’t mean that the way it sounded, and besides I’m sure you feel better now that you freshened up a bit. Here, drink this, you must be thirsty.” Sloan produced one of the water bottles Cyrus had brought up and held it up for Lily to drink. In her eagerness to comply, some of the liquid spilled down her throat and Cyrus dipped his head to lick the moisture away. Her dewy skin called him and he allowed himself to linger. Sloan lowered Lily back down onto the mattress, and Cyrus went with her, greeting every new bit of skin he found with his lips and teeth. Taking her heavy globes into his hands he massaged her breasts and Lily’s legs thrashed restlessly around. Her musk increased, the air around them heavy with their combined arousal, and Cyrus continued his journey south. A quick glance up showed Sloan to be kissing their girl. He murmured his love for her in between kisses, and Cyrus’s heart slammed hard against his chest bone when Lily started to cry softly.

  “I love you two, both of you, so much.”

  Sloan kissed the tears off her face and grinned down at Cyrus. Cyrus knew his face must hold an identical goofy grin, as the three of them stared at each other, caught up in a bubble of happiness.

  “So does that mean you’re gonna stay living here with us?” Sloan asked, and Cyrus held his breath.

  “Yes, here, anywhere, as long as my two Sirs want me, that’s all I need. Oh, and I need to study, of course.” Lily bit her lip looking so adorably young and flustered that Cyrus would have promised her the moon right now.

  “Of course you must,” Sloan said. “We would never stand in your way of getting further education, and we’ll support you in whatever you want you to do. A long as you come home to us and we can do this.” He kissed her and then proceeded to tickle her. Lily screamed and squirmed, but between Sloan and Cyrus holding her down she couldn’t get away and Cyrus joined in with making their little subbie shake with laughter. It was only when his sides hurt from laughing so much that he relented and Sloan, too, let up. Sloan pulled Lily on top of him until her chest rested on his, and Cyrus snuggled in behind her. It meant his cock rested right between her ass cheeks and he swallowed a groan. He would take that ass next while Sloan took her cunt. He glanced across at Sloan and saw the same determination reflected in his brother’s eyes. It was time to make their girl fly again.

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  Lily settled in between her men with a content sigh. Sloan’s heartbeat was a steady drum under her ear, and she’d never felt happier in all of her life. She ran her fingers through the fine chest hair on Sloan’s pectorals and then followed the happy trail down over his washboard abs to the nest of dark hair from which his cock rose in all its mouthwatering glory. He was once again fully erect and her insides clenched in need. Despite still being sore inside and out, moisture coated the tops of her thighs as her body readied itself to be taken again by her men. Having them both take her had well and truly blown her mind, and as Cyrus drew her ass closer against him her breath hitched. He seemed as ready as Sloan was to fuck her again. His hard shaft poked at her rosette as though to demand entry, and as wet as she was getting, it wouldn’t take much for him to slip inside. A groan escaped her at the thought, and the brothers’ silent chuckles shook the bed.

  “You know, pet, sounds like that will get you fucked again by both of us, right Cy?” Sloan’s amused words were laced with need and his dick jumped under her fingertips when her exploring digits found the base of his shaft and she fisted him slowly.

  “Absofuckinglutely, bro.” The vibrations of Cyrus’s deep voice rumbled through her and seemed to settle straight in her clit. His large hands dug into her hip and urged her to her knees.

  “Up you go, sweet little subbie. Hmm, if you could see how wet she is for us already, bro. Such a naughty girl we’ve got. You can’t wait for our cocks to fill you again, can you? Me in your ass and Sloan in your greedy cunt. What do you think, girl? Is that what you want?” Cyrus bit down on her shoulder, adding to the sensation overload, as Sloan cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples hard enough to make her gasp. The intensity of his gaze burnt into the very fabric of her soul, as Cyrus guided her to straddle his brother.

  With a smirk Sloan released one of her breasts and, grasping the root of his dick, slid the tip of his thick erection through her puffy lips.

  Lily hissed and whimpered and tried to lower herself onto his dick, but Cyrus had an iron grip on her hips and she couldn’t move an inch.

  “Oh no, you’ll have to beg my brother for his cock. Tell us how much you want
us, girl.”

  Cyrus rubbed his jaw up and down between her shoulder blades, in between delivering little love bites along her skin. The tiny darts of pain shot to her desperately clenching pussy and more moisture escaped to aid the slow slide of Sloan’s dick through her nether lips. He bumped into her engorged clit on every upstroke, sending darts of pleasure across Lily’s pussy and she panted her need.

  “Please, I want you. Both of you.”

  A harder bite to her shoulder made her cry out in pain, and Sloan twisted the nipple still in his free hand until perspiration broke out on her skin, and she saw stars. That sharp pain shouldn’t make her hotter, shouldn’t have the tingles starting to signal her impending orgasm, but that is exactly what it did.

  “Whatever you did, bro, do it again. She just gushed beautifully.”

  Cyrus ran a hand down to her cunt, and gathering up the copious moisture there smeared it around her anus. He repeated the action several times while Sloan continued his torture of her nipple, his free hand digging into her hip with so much force she knew she would have bruises tomorrow. The thought of such visible marks of her men’s possession on her sent her over the edge, and, head thrown back, she rested it on Cyrus’s shoulder as her orgasm raced through it.

  Sloan swore and thrust up into her convulsing pussy, forcing her to open up for him. Cyrus pushed her forward onto Sloan’s chest, his hand buried in her hair, while his fingers, slick with her arousal, slipped past the tight ring of muscles guarding her ass. The action made her orgasm burn hotter as he thrust those digits in and out of her. Sloan took hold of her hips again and lifted her slowly on and off his cock buried in her pussy. Every move against her swollen tissues pitched her further into bliss, as wave after wave of smaller ripples shook her body.

  Sloan groaned when Cyrus fingers withdrew from her ass, and, buried to the hilt inside of her, he held still as the pressure against her anus told her Cyrus was replacing his fingers with his cock. The sweet burn filled her as Cyrus pushed in slowly and Sloan pulsed inside of her as she instinctively clamped down.