Freedom to Surrender [Freedom, Colorado 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  “Tatum,” Drex said sharply.

  Tatum immediately withdrew his fingers. She didn’t know what was happening.

  “I’m afraid Tatum forgot to tell you the final rule.”

  Even though she had on her mask, she turned her head toward him, waiting to hear the devastating news.

  “We can’t have you climaxing. If you get too close, we have to stop.”

  Her mouth dropped open. “That’s ridiculous.”

  Her shoulders were dragged forward and three hard smacks were delivered to her butt. From the angle, Tatum had delivered the blows. Now she was mad, but she wouldn’t tell them that.

  “Darlin’, we can’t have you question our authority.”

  Authority, my ass. The only authority they had was what she granted them. If making love with them wasn’t ten times what it was individually, she might have to insist they change the rules.

  “Your lips are pressed together pretty hard there,” Drex said. “But I appreciate your constraint. We will proceed.”

  He leaned her back onto her heels then straightened her legs so she was now on her back. “Hold that pose,” Drex said.

  Being on her back didn’t constitute a pose. Not only were her nipples almost numb, her ass stung. The only part that was totally happy was her pussy.

  “Time to take off these clamps, angel. I’m too jealous of them.”

  As soon as Tatum removed off, relief washed through her. The reprieve was short-lived the moment pinpricks stabbed the ends. Then the freshly arrived ache morphed into amazing delight.

  “Feeling it yet?”

  “Ye-es.” She’d never had such an experience. Maybe she’d forgive them after all.

  “Let me make it better.”

  He licked the tip and a sharp current lit every up cell in her body. Her hands flew to his shoulders, but a new set of hands lifted up her wrists and held them tight above her head. The skin stretched on her nipples and made each swipe of Tatum’s tongue more intense. She wiggled her hips and chest, wanting more. He obliged by gently sucking on the swollen crests. She drew in her bottom lip to keep from letting her climax sweep her away, but her own traitorous juices perfumed the air.

  Tatum stopped.

  “It’s my turn, darlin’.” He released her arms.

  She thought that meant Drex wanted to play with her tits, but when nothing happened, she lowered her arms as they’d begun to fall asleep. A jar opened and more paper tore.

  When Tatum sat next to her and rubbed her distended nipple, she jerked.

  “Easy. Drex is getting ready to stretch your pretty ass. Then I’m going to drive my hard cock into your wet pussy until you scream.”

  That sounded so wonderful. Her pussy gushed just hearing his words. Tatum leaned over and kissed her just as Drex widened her legs.

  “I’m going to slip my finger into your ass to get you used to the sensation.”

  She tried not to tense, but as soon as he rubbed that cold stuff over her back hole, she tightened her cheeks. Drex exhaled loudly but didn’t chastise her. She got the point and relaxed.

  He placed her feet on the bed and slid them toward her butt, probably to give him better access. With one hand he rubbed her tight ring, and with the other he slipped a finger into her pussy. She sighed. Drex was a master at working both parts of her body until she could barely tell where one part started and the other ended.

  He then withdrew his fingers. She wished she could see what he was doing but then figured it was better if she didn’t watch him aim that big dildo into her ass. More lube scented the air. She couldn’t quite tell the scent, but it was something close to lemon. Thank goodness it wasn’t apple or she might not be so excited to bake that kind of pie anymore.

  “Now relax, while I slip this in. Picture it’s my cock driving into you.”

  She would have welcomed Drex’s cock. As the tip of the plastic dildo touched her anus, Tatum drew a sore nipple into his mouth and all thoughts raced to what he was doing. Using his teeth, he gently pulled on the tip, and shards of electric pulses raced everywhere. He sucked on one nipple then the next. When he brought his lips to her mouth, she was ready to devour him. To hell with not touching them. She cupped Tatum’s face and pulled him close.

  He groaned and moaned as their tongues twisted and danced to some beat they both heard. When Drex pressed the dildo into her ass, she broke the kiss and gasped.

  “It’s okay, angel. Drex knows what he’s doing. It won’t be much longer before I can take care of your pussy.”

  Tatum’s soothing words helped.

  Drex eased out the plastic and when he pushed it in again, she was ready for the invasion. She thought it would hurt, but except for a quick pinch in the beginning and a slight burn, it only felt a little uncomfortable.

  Drex seemed to be taking his time working the dildo down her dark channel. He then hit something that sparked joy. It wasn’t the same as him being in her pussy, but it wasn’t unpleasant now either.

  “She’s almost smiling, Drex.”

  That was true. It was quite amazing.

  “There. All set.” Drex tapped the end and a bolt of joy slammed into her. “Now let me drown in your pussy.”

  She was so on her way to heaven.

  Chapter Fourteen

  When Drex opened her legs and clasped onto her ankles, a thrill slammed through her. It was almost as if the dildo in her ass had expanded.

  “Wait until you get my cock back there.” His voice dripped with promise.

  Didn’t he understand that there was no room? Tatum removed her mask and Ashley opened her mouth to protest.

  “I thought you’d like to see the pleasure in my eyes when I kiss you.”

  She looked up at him and smiled. “I’d like that, but I thought you were going to fuck my pussy.” She immediately looked down at Drex and wondered if he’d spank her again for answering Tatum or for challenging him. She didn’t think she wanted to have his hand smack her with that thing in her ass.

  “Don’t worry,” Tatum whispered. “He’s preoccupied. I can see that Drex is overwhelmed right now, so I’ll let him have dibs today. But don’t worry. I have my eye on you.” He winked.

  Tatum was so generous. Just then Drex nabbed her clit and she nearly exploded. Her mouth opened and she squeezed her eyes shut.

  “I think she’s ready, Drex.”

  His roommate looked up at her. “How about getting on your elbows and knees? I want you to be able to drive Tatum crazy, too.”

  Now that was the best suggestion she’d heard yet. The problem was that as soon as she lifted onto her elbows, the damn dildo in her ass shifted. “Ooh.” The hard plastic hit something—something good. She shifted her rear in the other direction and received another electric bolt of erotic pleasure. She smiled.

  “Ah, milady sees the benefit of a cock in her ass.”

  She laughed at Drex’s very bad imitation of a Brit. “I do.”

  Together the men rolled her over. When they had taken off their clothes she didn’t know, but right now, she didn’t care. They were both gloriously erect with their balls drawn up tight. She ran her tongue over her lips.

  Drex deliver a light smack on her right cheek. She twisted behind her, pinched her lips, and furrowed her brows.

  “That was for turning me on.”

  The light tap matched his ridiculous comment. She returned her attention to Tatum who’d climbed on the bed in front of her. She was on her elbows and knees—the perfect height to drive him crazy.

  Just as she reached out to run a finger around his balls, Drex climbed behind her and leaned over. “I’m going to go so slow you’ll melt waiting for me, but remember, do not climax until I say so.”

  Like that was going to happen.

  He reached in front and pinched her nipple. Her tender nubs puckered and throbbed. Drex might have meant it as a reminder that he was in charge, but the glorious rush had her smiling. She wiggled her butt for more.

  “Being a brat
will not get you what you want.”

  Damn him. Fine. She’d focus on Tatum then. He was easier going anyway. Before Drex had interrupted her, he’d been aiming for Tatum’s balls. Continuing with her plan, she ran her index finger around in circles on his puckered sac. His soft hisses had her pressing a little harder, and his balls pulled up tighter. Not wanting him to go off too soon, she let up the tension. Grabbing his hard shaft, she drew his cock close to her mouth.

  “That’s it, angel. Suck on him.”

  Not yet. Using only the tip of her tongue, she made a zigzag pattern up his length then traversed back down.

  Tatum grabbed a handful of hair. “Easy there. Drex, control her.”

  Instinctually, she tightened her rear and that dildo banged against more nerves. She immediately let go.

  Drex had the nerve to laugh. “Ready, darlin’?”

  She nodded. Her pussy was dripping and she needed him bad. He pressed the head of his cock against her opening just as he twirled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Streaks of bliss radiated over her body.

  “Suck on Tatum, and I’ll give you what you want.”

  That was so unfair, but she was too needy to tell him that. As soon as she drew Tatum’s cock into her mouth, Drex eased in. She’d hoped he’d drive into her hard, but instead, he did as he promised. He pulsed inward. He’d traveled about an inch when she realized there was no room and froze.

  Drex palmed her tits and rubbed them softly. “Just breathe. There’s space for both. I promise.”

  He’d read her mind. She inhaled and he slipped in farther.

  “Angel?”

  Her mind had blanked to Tatum for a moment. Maybe she didn’t have the personality to be with two men because all this stimulation was messing with her mind. She returned to his glistening cock and sucked on him hard. His hold on her head tightened and she bobbed her head a few more times. Every time his cock reached the end of her throat, she tried to relax and take in more of him.

  “That’s it. You’re doing great.” Tatum relaxed his grip, but his words came out choppy.

  Drex must have thought she was ready for experiencing all of him, because he let out a moan and drove into her. Her eyes watered from the massive stretching. A few seconds later, the initial ache morphed into pure glory. Her inner walls coiled tight and when he withdrew and plowed in again, waves of ecstasy filled her.

  She must have not been paying enough attention to Tatum because he planted his palms on either side of her head and thrust his cock into her mouth. He seemed to know how far he could go and progressed no farther. Drex’s fingers worked her breasts as he pistoned into her. Each thrust grew in intensity and took her higher and higher until she wasn’t sure she could hold out any longer.

  Both men were in sync, entering and retreating at the same time. Between her moans and theirs, the noise in the room built to a crescendo. Tatum let up his hold just as his cock sent a powerful blast of cum into her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed. When he finished, he pulled out of her mouth and leaned back. Just as she licked her lips and caught her breath, Drex lowered his hand and rubbed her clit. The effect was like lighting a brandy flambé.

  “Come for me, Ashley. I can’t hold out any longer.”

  His desperate cry, along with a powerful thrust, was all she needed to topple over the edge. He rubbed her clit again, along with her breast, and her orgasm rained down on her.

  His chest met her back and his mouth latched onto her shoulder. His scream accompanied hers as his hot jism filled the condom. The pulsing and throbbing robbed her mind of all thought. When she closed her eyes, tiny bursts of light pummeled her lids.

  She didn’t know how long he remained inside her, but the next thing she remembered was the men rolling her over and wiping her clean. It was as if she’d lost a slice of time.

  Drex and Tatum slid next to her and tilted her up on her side. She faced Drex and he placed tiny kisses on the bridge of her nose. Only then did she realize the fake cock in her ass was gone. How had she not felt one of them take it out?

  “You were amazing.” Drex kissed her this time and her body melted.

  As she leaned forward for more loving, Tatum slipped his hand along her waist and cupped her breasts. When he twirled her nipple, she let out an eek.

  “Too much, angel?” He softened his touch.

  “They’re a little sore.”

  A cell vibrated on the side table. “That’s mine,” Tatum said without any enthusiasm.

  He released his hold and answered. “Where? I’ll be right there.” He leaned over her. “Sorry, angel. There’s been a break-in at the computer store and I’m on call.”

  She wanted to ask why Brady couldn’t take it, but he might have been on another errand. “Thank you.”

  “For what? Trust me when I say the pleasure was all mine.”

  He jumped off the bed, picked up his clothes, and headed down the hallway.

  “It’s me and you, darlin’. You up for a shower?”

  “You bet.”

  * * * *

  Tatum’s gut churned as he headed toward the computer store. The owner, Randall Emerson, said four iPads had been stolen. Normally, the theft wouldn’t have bothered him, but he remembered something Andy had said about wanting one. Dumb thought. Andy’s school was quite a ways from Freedom, though his home might be close to town. Stop jumping to conclusions.

  He pulled the cruiser up to storefront. While it wasn’t closing time yet, the Closed sign hung on the door.

  Tatum tugged on the handle, and the door fortunately opened. There was a man standing by the display case rearranging items. He looked up. “Deputy. Am I glad to see you. I’m Randall Emerson, the owner.”

  Tatum shook Randall’s hand. “Tell me what happened.”

  “These two small kids come into the store and were browsing. I kept my eye on them as they were looking every which way, acting kind of suspicious. Just as I was helping another customer, one of the kids reached into the display case and grabbed four iPads.”

  “How did he get into the display case? Isn’t it locked?”

  “He picked the lock, apparently. I always make sure the case is secure if I leave that area.”

  Perhaps the owner had forgotten this one time. “Can you give me a description of the kids?” He prayed it wasn’t any of the children at the Last Opportunity School.

  “I can do one better. I got them on surveillance.”

  Tatum should be pleased that the criminals would be apprehended quickly, but his gut refused to stop burning. Images of the cop coming to his house and speaking with his mom surfaced. It was the worst day of his life. Holly still claimed it was the best day because it made him straighten up. If the cop who’d found the dope hadn’t been working for the school system, Tatum might have been sent to juvenile detention himself.

  The owner locked the front door. “Come on back to the office.”

  Tatum followed the man. One on side of his office sat a bank of monitors that viewed an empty store.

  “I already found the place on the tape and made a copy.” He cued it up. “I took it from right before the kids came in to when I ran out of the store after them.” Randall tapped his leg. “I got arthritis, so I couldn’t move fast. They were on bikes.”

  “Kids are devious like that. I hope you have insurance.”

  “Sure, I do, but I want them punished.”

  “They will be. The kids will be sent to JDC. You can count on it.”

  “JDC?”

  “Sorry.” He’d been threatened with the place for so many years, the letters had been burned in his brain. “Juvenile detention center. It’s located in Boulder.”

  Randall showed him the tape starting with the front door opening. Both kids wore caps and the brims obscured their faces, but as they looked around, the face of the taller one could be clearly seen. In fact, he looked right at the camera and Tatum swore he smiled.

  “Oh, fuck.” Tatum had hoped he’d been wrong a
bout Andy, but there was his innocent-looking face.

  “You know him?”

  “Yes. This one is Andy Parks and the kid behind him is Savon Thompson. They both attend the Last Opportunity School.”

  “So you can get my iPads back?”

  “I’ll try. May I keep the tape for evidence?”

  The man pulled it out of the machine and handed it to him. “I made it for you.”

  “I’ll be in touch.”

  Tatum was sick to his stomach. Why would Andy and Savon steal four iPads? For the money? For kicks? Hell if he knew. It didn’t make a difference the reason. Their lives would now be permanently changed.

  Once in his vehicle, he called Brady and told him what was going down.

  “That bites,” Brady said. “You need an address for the kids?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Sam Cook is still in the office. Ask him to get it for you.”

  “Thanks.” Even if Andy wasn’t home, Tatum was required to inform the dad of the theft.

  After he called Sam and logged both addresses into his GPS, he headed south on Madison until he hit SR134. Then he headed west about six miles. The trailer sat in the middle of a flat area surrounded by a couple trees. It was totally isolated, much like the Last Opportunity School. Dust followed him as he neared the trailer.

  He thought about calling first, but not only did he want to see where Andy lived, he feared the father might tell his son to hide out for a while. That would do no one any good.

  With a heavy heart at what he was about to do, Tatum strode up the three steps and knocked on the metal door. All he heard were a bunch of grunts and then the door swung open.

  He almost laughed at the stereotypical father—stained wife-beater shirt that barely stretched over the man’s belly, a beer in his hand, and at least two days’ worth of stubble on his chin.

  “Yeah?”

  “Are you Andy Parks’s dad?”

  The man’s glare could have cut Tatum’s throat. “What if I am?”

  This was the part of the job he hated the most. He debated asking if he could come in, but he preferred keeping his distance from the man. He looked strong and rather evil. “I’m afraid we caught your son and his friend, Savon Thompson, stealing iPads from a store in town.”