Brooke, Leah - Raw Desire [Desire, Oklahoma 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

  Dillon grinned, his eyes dancing with heat and amusement.

  “She’s trying her best to get my finger inside her.”

  Bending, he touched his lips to hers, sweeping his tongue inside before lifting his head again.

  Licking her lips, she savored the combined taste of both of them, drawing a shuddering breath when Dillon poised his finger at her pussy entrance and held it there, unmoving.

  “Hold her still. I don’t want her to hurt herself.”

  Alison groaned, her temper flaring. She’d forgotten all about any pain, feeling nothing but desire.

  She gritted her teeth, opening her eyes to meet Dillon’s watchful gaze. “I don’t hurt anywhere. Stop babying me.”

  Dillon raised a brow. “No. I like babying you. Something about you just brings out all my protective instincts. I guess you’ll just have to get used to it.”

  She fisted her hands in the bedding to keep from reaching for Ryder again, her breath catching when he flattened his hand on her belly and Dillon slid the tip of his finger inside her pussy. Tilting her hips, she took him a little deeper, biting her lip to keep from moaning. Unable to meet his gaze, she squeezed her eyes closed again, rocking her hips and waiting breathlessly for him to slide his finger deep.

  “Do you think either one of us is going to let you close us out?”

  The steel in Dillon’s soft tone had her eyes popping open, the surge of heat filling her laced with trepidation.

  “I’m not. I don’t know what you want.” Oh, God. Even with a brief affair she was a failure when it came to sex.

  She lifted her gaze, forcing herself to meet his. “I’m sorry. Tell me what you want me to do.”

  She didn’t understand the look Dillon and Ryder exchanged before staring back down at her, but it made her wary.

  Ryder skimmed his hand over her belly, his eyes intent as he stared down at her, unsmiling. “I’m going to make you forget about every other man who’s ever touched you.”

  Dillon snarled. “Look at me.”

  Alison cried out as he slid his finger deep and began stroking. Wanting more, she spread her legs even wider, crying out again when he focused on a sensitive spot inside her.

  He massaged it, pressing against it on each stroke with an accuracy that turned her into a mindless puddle of need and had her lifting her hips to give him better access.

  She couldn’t stop moaning, the desperate sounds interspersed with cries she couldn’t hold back. Her cries got even louder and more pitiful when Ryder slid his hand lower and began to toy with her clit.

  Dillon straightened, standing between her legs again, running his free hand over her thigh and hip, pausing at her scar.

  “Unbelievable. She’s all worked up over this little thing. Christ, she’s tight.”

  Her pussy had a mind of its own and gripped his finger no matter how hard she tried not to. Her clit burned under Ryder’s rough finger, the bundle of nerves tingling so badly it almost hurt. She kept climbing, her entire body suffused with heat and sizzling everywhere all at once.

  Ryder pinched her clit. “Open your eyes, damn it.”

  Immediately obeying him, she nearly came at the sight of both of them staring down at her. Not even in her wildest erotic dreams had she ever thought about having two men touching her at the same time, her body spread out before them.

  Her legs tightened on Dillon’s muscular thighs, wrapping around them as need swept through her.

  Dillon grinned and leaned over her again. “You’re not closing against me. Yeah, that’s it. You’re going to come for us, and we’re going to watch you do it.”

  Alison twisted her head from side to side, teetering at the edge, but the hand caressing her scar reminded her of ugliness and pain and kept her from going over.

  “Please. Please. Please. I can’t. Oh, God. Don’t look at my hip.”

  Her entire body shook with incredible pleasure, a pleasure so strong, it took what little breath she had left. She hadn’t come in such a long time, and her body was hungry for it, starving to experience it once again.

  To her amazement, Dillon knelt between her legs, and with Ryder’s help, draped her thighs over his wide shoulders. He removed his hand at her scar, replacing it with his lips at the same time he added a finger, his two fingers stretching her pussy as he stroked deep.

  Ryder’s slow caresses of her clit became harder, more determined.

  “Oh, you’re going to come, darlin’. You might as well learn right from the beginning that I won’t let you hold back from me.”

  Completely open with her pussy and clit being manipulated so expertly, she didn’t have a chance of holding back. The tongue sliding over her scar added an intimacy that disconcerted her, but nothing could stop the rush of pleasure.

  She came with a startled cry, and then another as the pleasure soared. Her entire body sizzled from within, suffused with heat as she came hard, the smooth slide of Dillon’s fingers telling her she’d drenched them with her juices.

  Ryder leaned over her, holding his fingers over her clit, letting them slide over it just enough to keep the pleasure rolling inside her.

  “You’re blushing all over. Damn, that’s hot. If you weren’t so worn out, I’d make you come again.”

  He flicked her clit one last time, smiling when she gasped. “You are so sensitive everywhere. Next time, baby, you’re getting fucked good. If you’re so sensitive here, I can only imagine what your ass is like. Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

  Alison shivered, involuntarily clenching her butt cheeks together, which also tightened her pussy on Dillon’s fingers. Still struggling to catch her breath, she didn’t have the energy to move, but the awareness of where they still touched her kept her on edge.

  Dillon grinned and slowly withdrew his fingers, sliding them lower to touch her bottom hole, making her pussy clench again in response.

  “She likes having her ass touched. Scared, but she responds well to it.” He wrapped a hand around her thigh when she attempted to close them, holding it high and wide, increasing her awareness of her vulnerability. Dillon watched her face as he circled her puckered opening, his fingers slick with her juices.

  “She’s got her ass clenched tight like she thinks that’ll keep me out.”

  She sucked in a breath and tensed, her insides quivering. She’d never heard such an erotic and terrifying threat in her life.

  Ryder gripped her other thigh and lifted it against his chest, spreading her even wider until she could feel the air blowing over her wet folds. He settled his fingers over her sensitized clit again, moving them lightly over it, but with expert precision.

  “Answer me. Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Ally?”

  Shaking her head, she pushed against their hold and tried to sit up. “No. He tried. It hurt so bad. Don’t touch me there. Don’t hurt me.”

  The firm fingers stroking her clit distracted her, building her arousal again even as she tightened her bottom as much as she could to prevent Dillon from entering her there.

  Dillon leaned over her, keeping his finger poised at her puckered opening.

  “Alison, I want you to trust me. I wouldn’t hurt you for the world. I just want to show you something. You did tell us to teach you everything, didn’t you?”

  Alison arched as he bent and took a nipple into his mouth, his hot tongue swirling over it and sending more jolts of pleasure to her clit, where Ryder moved his fingers faster. Oh, God, she was going to come again, her body so hungry for pleasure she couldn’t seem to stop.

  “I’m s–scared.”

  When Dillon lifted his head again and nuzzled her jaw, hitting a particularly sensitive spot, she arched automatically to give him better access. His warm breath tickled her ear as he gathered more of her juices and began to circle her bottom hole again.

  “I won’t hurt you. I promise. Tell me you trust me not to hurt you.”

  Ryder bent to her other breast, swiping his tongue over it, and then grinni

ng as he lifted his head just enough to blow on her wet nipple.

  “Wait until you see how hard you come, darlin’, when Dillon slides his finger into your tight ass. You’re going to have to trust both of us if you want us to teach you.”

  He bent again and took her nipple into his mouth, his attention on her clit becoming more focused, zeroing in on the exact place she needed it.

  Moaning, she concentrated on not rocking her hips, the threat of Dillon’s finger breaching her bottom keeping her still.

  “You’re supposed to be teach–teaching m–me how I can p–please you.”

  She stilled as the warning tingles began, her body stiffening in anticipation. When Dillon and Ryder both lifted their heads to stare down at her and Ryder’s fingers stopped their slippery caress, she kicked her legs, lifting against Ryder’s fingers and whimpering when he avoided her.

  “Damn it. Put it back. I was going to come.”

  Dillon smiled tenderly. “And you think we didn’t know that. We’re paying attention to every move, every sound you make, Alison. In time, we’ll know your body as well as you do. You want to please me? Let me show you this.”

  He pressed his finger at her forbidden opening, his tone sharpening when she turned away.

  “Look at me, Alison.”

  His slow smile seemed strained as he slid the tip of his finger inside her, setting off a barrage of shivers at the foreign and too-intimate sensation.

  “And now, honey, you can come.”

  Both of them watched her intently as Ryder began manipulating her clit again. Just as the first warning tingles began, Dillon slid his finger deep inside her bottom.

  Stunned at the decadent fullness, Alison tightened on him, crying out as her orgasm slammed into her.

  Dillon moved his finger inside her, awakening nerve endings in a place she’d always considered forbidden. “Damn, she’s tight. That’s it, Alison. That’s a girl. Oh, hell, I’m close to coming in my pants.”

  Ryder bent low and wrapped an arm around the top of her head, running his lips over one cheek, while caressing the other. Slowing his strokes, he dragged out her orgasm, each small movement of his finger making her cry and shake helplessly.

  “See? I told you. You like having your ass played with, don’t you, Ally?”

  Dillon moved his fingers, making her gasp before she could answer. “You lie again like you did about your panties, and I’m spanking you.”

  Ryder grinned. “Lie, Ally. Please lie.”

  His naughty grin left her speechless. She couldn’t believe they were actually talking to her while Dillon had his finger pressed deep inside her bottom. Her face burned, and she looked away, wishing she had the experience to know how to get out of this situation gracefully.

  Dillon’s finger in her ass held her attention as nothing on earth ever could have. It had to be the naughtiest, most decadent thing she could imagine, and the knowledge of the kind of pleasure she got from it made her wonder what other naughty pleasures she would be able to explore with them.

  Dillon chuckled and slid his finger free. “I’ll have pity on you this time, but next time you’ll be expected to answer me. Come on, honey. Take a shower to get the smell of smoke off of you, and we’ll go to dinner. You’ll feel much better after you’ve showered and eaten.”

  Relieved, Alison accepted the hand Dillon offered, grabbing her shirt from the corner of the bed to cover herself as she rose.

  “Wait.”

  Ryder gripped her shoulder and turned her until her scarred side faced him and leaned closer. Running his finger down the length of the scar marring her hip, he looked up at her with raised brows.

  “This is the hideously ugly scar you were talking about? Hell, you sounded as if your leg had almost been sawed off. This is nothing.”

  Alison stiffened. “It’s ugly. Don’t try to pretend it’s not. I have eyes, you know. And Danny said—ow!”

  Ryder scowled, rubbing her bottom where he’d slapped her. “I don’t give a flying fuck what Danny says. He sounds like a real asshole, and if you compare me to him, I’m turning you over my lap, shoving a butt plug in that gorgeous ass, and spanking you until you beg me to let you come. I have eyes, too. And a cock, one that doesn’t give a shit about your little scar.”

  To her surprise, the heat from his slap spread to her already sensitized slit, adding to the warm tingling still there. Not wanting them to know how it had affected her, she squeezed her thighs closed against a fresh flood of moisture, stiffening when Ryder touched his lips to her scar.

  Dillon bent to nuzzle her neck from behind. “Go take your shower, honey, so we can eat and go home.”

  She nodded, too shaken to speak, and walked carefully to the bathroom on rubbery legs, grabbing her robe on the way. Not until she closed the door behind her and locked it did she rub her warm buttock. Turning, she stared at her reflection in the mirror, marveling at the look of stunned delight on her face.

  Home.

  She’d liked the sound of that too much and blamed it on the intimacy they’d just shared.

  No one would have to know that while she showered alone, she fantasized about having a home with two of the most fascinating men she’d ever met.

  It would be her little secret.

  Hearing the door open, she stiffened, covering herself with the washcloth and jolting when the shower curtain jerked opened and Dillon stuck his head inside.

  “I just came in to wash my hands. I checked out that bag Jesse sent. It’s a bunch of that lotion and stuff. I put it on the counter.” With a grin, he reached out and tugged at the washcloth. “You look good wet, honey.”

  Chuckling, he turned away, and a moment later she heard the water in the sink running.

  “Damn it. I locked that door.”

  Ryder wrapped an arm around her from the other side, chuckling at her yelp, steadying her when she might have fallen.

  “I picked it. Don’t tell Ethan or Brandon.” Running his hand down her body, he slid his fingers through her slick folds, at the same time running his teeth over her shoulder. “Feel good wet, too. Especially that pretty little pussy. Hurry up. I’m starving. After dinner, we’ll take you home, and I can have my dessert.”

  He tapped her clit, leaving her in no doubt of his intentions.

  Accepting the bottle he held out to her, she turned to look at him over her shoulder, surprised to see that he met her gaze squarely instead of looking at her nakedness.

  Bending, he dropped a kiss on her lips before he released her.

  “Don’t worry so much. We’ll take care of everything.”

  With a smile, he patted her ass again before disappearing, yelling from the other side. “If we hadn’t just come from the doctor’s, I’d be in there with you.”

  Looking down at the bottle in her hand, she traced the label, marveling at Jesse’s generosity and still a little amazed that neither Dillon nor Ryder had made any attempt to have sex with her.

  Angry at herself for not reaching out for their cocks and doing her best to please them, she listened as they both washed up, their voices so low, that with the shower running, she couldn’t understand what they were saying.

  She’d been so caught up in what they’d done to her, she hadn’t been able to keep up.

  Vowing to do better next time, if there was a next time, she soaped herself with the bodywash Jesse had sent and gathered her courage, waiting until she heard Ryder leave so she could talk to Dillon alone.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t—”

  Damn it, Alison. Didn’t what? What could she say? Sorry I didn’t jerk you off? Sorry I didn’t give you a blow job?

  The water from the sink shut off, and Alison could hear Dillon moving around.

  Dillon poked his head in again, smiling faintly, his eyes full of concern. “What did you say, honey?”

  Mortified and feeling like a failure, Alison hoped he would think her burning cheeks came from the hot shower. With a shrug, she struggled not to cover herself and end up looking even more unsophisticated.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t, um, participate more. I was supposed to be learning how to please you, and I, well…didn’t.”

  Surprised when Dillon reached for her, pulling her against him despite the fact that she was soaking wet, she dropped the bottle, the loud clatter obviously also getting Ryder’s attention.

  He rushed in from the other room just as Dillon threaded his fingers through her wet hair and tilted her head back.

  “Hey, what’s going on?”

  Dillon’s gaze never left her face. “Alison’s apologizing because she didn’t participate.”

  With Dillon’s shoulders blocking her view of Ryder, she leaned closer, whispering furiously. “You didn’t have to tell him that. I was talking to you.”

  Dillon slid a hand down to her bottom and rubbed.

  “When it comes to you, Ryder and I have no secrets. You pleased us just fine.”

  “Stop patronizing me!” At their almost identical looks of surprise, she took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. Placing a hand on Dillon’s chest, she looked up at him through her lashes. “I’m sorry, but you’re supposed to be teaching me how to please you. Remember? This is supposed to be about your pleasure. Not mine.”

  Coming to stand behind Dillon, Ryder eyed her thoughtfully. “We’ll teach you all you want to know. Tonight we just wanted to learn a little more about you.”

  Without thinking, she pushed at Dillon, ashamed of herself that she’d allowed them to use her own body against her, the pleasure she’d had weakening her against them. “Damn it. That wasn’t the agreement.”

  Dillon grinned and tweaked her nipple. “Can’t quite hold that temper in, can you? Good, you’re starting to trust us.”

  Left alone in the shower, Alison stood under the spray, staring at the spot where they’d stood, stunned as the impact of Dillon’s claim sank in.

  She hardly knew them. How could she trust them?

  Could it be true? She’d thought herself incapable of ever trusting again, but already felt the beginning of the return of her old self.

  The Alison she’d been before she met Danny.

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