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

by Leah Brooke

  She obeyed him, holding on to his massive shoulders as she lifted one leg after the other so he could remove her jeans.

  “I’m sorry to be so much trouble. If I just take one of those pills and lie down awhile, it’ll loosen up. I’m sure of it.”

  Dillon slid her cotton panties down and off before standing and helping her to lie on her stomach on the towel.

  “Let’s see if we can get rid of those knots without any pain medicine or muscle relaxers. If you still need them when I’m done, I’ll get them for you, okay?”

  Lying on the bed with Dillon’s big, strong hands sliding over her skin, Alison fisted her hands on the pillow. She tried not to think about how vulnerable she felt at being naked while he was fully dressed, a little taken aback at how it excited her.

  “Dillon, that feels so good.”

  His hands worked their magic, the firm pressure of his strong fingers forcing the muscles to loosen a little more with each stroke. Each minute that went by, she could feel herself melting, the muscles in her back going slack while the rest of her became tighter, stiffening with awareness in every erogenous zone.

  A little embarrassed that she’d become so needy for pleasure that even a healing massage could arouse her, she squeezed her thighs closed against the ache that started to make itself known.

  Damn Ryder for getting her worked up.

  Dillon’s strokes became more fluid and lengthened, soon covering her entire back.

  “It’s supposed to feel good. Now that I know where you tighten up, it’s getting easier and easier to work you loose again. No, stay still. Let me work on you a bit more.”

  Alison fought against the waves of decadent pleasure that raced through her, finding it increasingly difficult to lie there naked with Dillon’s slippery hands moving over her skin. She moaned into the pillow as his hands slid down the middle of her back, fisting her fingers into the soft bedding when his fingers brushed along the sides of her breasts.

  Each time his hands moved lower over her back, she held her breath in anticipation, the need to have them slide over her bottom and between her damp thighs growing steadily. Curling her toes against the bedding, she parted her knees, her pussy clenching in desperation to be filled and her clit tingling with the need to be stroked.

  As his hands began another upward journey, she lifted the upper half of her body slightly and turned to her side, moaning when she got what she needed and his fingers brushed her nipples.

  His low chuckle danced over her skin, building the awareness and making it nearly impossible to stay still. She wanted the Dillon from the hotel to emerge, the one who touched her so possessively.

  “You must be feeling better.”

  Alison spread her thighs a little farther apart, using her knees to push her ass in the air as his hands moved lower again, hoping to entice him. “Damn it, Dillon. You’re making me crazy. My back feels better.”

  She tried to turn over, stiffening when her back protested.

  Dillon gently pushed her back down again, running his hand over her bottom in a caress that felt more like a threat.

  “No, you’re still stiff. Behave yourself and let me get the kinks worked out.”

  “What’s going on?”

  Alison lifted her head at Ryder’s question and tried to turn, but Dillon merely sighed and pushed her back down again.

  “I’ve almost got the kinks worked out, but she won’t stay still. She’s aroused and doing her best to get me to touch her. She’s fidgeting all over, and she’s going to make it worse.”

  Alison turned her head toward him, and would almost swear she could feel Ryder’s gaze skimming over her nakedness. Once again, being with both of them and naked created quite a few erotic images in her mind, images she’d love to explore.

  “Well, what do you expect? You’re teasing me. Come on, Dillon. I’ll lie here real still and you can take me.”

  Chuckling again, Dillon ran his hand over her bottom. “I’m not teasing you. I’m massaging your back. You’re not supposed to get aroused. I thought you were in pain.”

  Alison felt the bed shift on the other side as Ryder sat next to her, dropping her forehead onto the pillow.

  “I was. I’m not anymore.”

  Dillon ran a slick hand over her bottom. “Bullshit. Every time you move, you wince, and the muscles in your back knot again. I’ll make a deal with you, though.”

  Wary now, Alison lifted her head and looked over her shoulder, trying to hide her wince when her back tightened at the movement.

  “What kind of deal?”

  Ryder ran a hand over her leg, sending a barrage of sizzles to her clit. “Yeah, what kind of deal. I might want to get in on this.”

  Bending, Dillon touched his lips to her shoulder. “If you behave yourself and let me finish getting the knots out, I’ll make you come.”

  Oh, God. She wanted to come. Needed to come. Would give just about anything to come. But damn it, she wanted more.

  “What about you? Damn it, Dillon. This is not part of our deal. You’re supposed to—”

  She gasped when a slick finger slid down the crease of her ass and pressed at her puckered opening.

  Dillon scraped his teeth over her shoulder, sending shivers down her spine, shivers that seemed to rush to where his finger pressed threateningly.

  “You’re in Desire, remember? Behave yourself or I’ll turn you over my knee, well, as soon as you feel better. You don’t tell me what I’m supposed to do. You put yourself in our hands, remember?”

  The tenderness mixed with steel undid her every damned time. More of her juices escaped to coat her thighs, her pussy clenching almost incessantly now.

  Ryder laughed softly at her low moan, smoothing her hair out of the way. “Remember that fantasy you have about being our slave? You have to lie there and let us do whatever we want with you. We can arouse you for hours and not let you come. Is that what you want?”

  Alison buried her face in the pillow. “I never said I fantasized about that.”

  She hadn’t thought about that fantasy in years, but as soon as she met Ryder, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. After the incident with Dillon at the hotel, she’d become almost obsessed with it, but she didn’t feel as comfortable talking about it with him near.

  Of course, Dillon wouldn’t let it pass. Circling her bottom hole and making it tingle, he seemed to enjoy the fact that she kept clenching her bottom cheeks and, to her surprise, teased her there mercilessly. His voice dropped, reminding her of the time they’d been alone in her hotel room.

  “But you do get excited at the idea of submitting. You want to let us have you however we want, don’t you?”

  Concentrating on not clenching her bottom, Alison kept her burning face hidden but lifted her upper body several inches to allow Dillon and Ryder’s searching hands to each close over a breast.

  “That wasn’t the deal.”

  Ryder tugged her nipple. “The deal was that we teach you how to please us. We love having you soft and pliant. While Dillon’s loosening up that back, I’m going to loosen up that ass.”

  “Oh, God.”

  She didn’t even think of objecting, the lure of even more pleasure and the promise of relief from this decadent torment too strong to deny. The chance to visit one of her forbidden fantasies was now within her grasp, and she couldn’t resist reaching out for it.

  Stilling at the sound of the nightstand drawer opening on Ryder’s side, she lifted her head, sucking in a breath in surprise to find his face only inches away.

  His eyes flashed with heat, his slow grin a mixture of sin and seduction, as he tugged and released a nipple. “Now, darlin’, you’re just going to have to lie here and take what we give you.”

  The hands on her back moved to her shoulders, holding her down when she would have lifted.

  “Stay put, Alison.”

  Dropping back to the pillow, Alison moaned, melting under Dillon’s firm, skilled hands. She wanted those hands on he
r breasts and lower, and could only imagine what it would feel like to feel those same talented hands intent on arousing her instead of easing her pain.

  Knowing instinctively that they would move with the same kind of purpose, she found she couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Dillon, let me turn over. Oh, God. I want your hands on me.”

  Another drizzle of the scented oil followed her moaned plea, down her spine and lower to trickle between her bottom cheeks.

  Since Dillon’s hands hadn’t left her body, it had to be Ryder pouring the oil. He said something low to Dillon, too low for her to hear, but the low rumble in it set off a series of shivers.

  Trying to keep track of four hands heightened her senses, as did trying to focus on their low conversation, listening for any clue of their intentions.

  The bed shifted by her legs at the same time Ryder’s callused hands slid from her ankles to her knees, parting her legs wider and making room for himself between them.

  Whimpering in frustration when rubbing her nipples against the towel didn’t give her what she needed, she dug her knees into the mattress, arching upward when Ryder’s lips followed his hands and moved higher.

  Dillon’s fingers brushed the outer curve of her breasts on every stroke to her back, making her nipples burn with the need for attention. On an upward stroke, he bent over her, brushing his lips over her shoulder while sliding his hands around to cup her breasts, finally giving them the attention she craved. Smoothing the oil from his hands over them, he toyed with her nipples, sending a barrage of shimmering heat to her slit, her pussy clenching in anticipation as Ryder’s touch got closer.

  Dillon licked her shoulder. “Hmm. I heard that the scented oils were edible. Creates some interesting possibilities, don’t you think?”

  She’d become so relaxed and pliant under Dillon’s hands that her reflexes were slow, which made their decadent seduction even more overwhelming. Moaning her pleasure, she trembled helplessly, every inch of her skin quivering in expectation.

  Ryder’s hands slid over her hips as he worked his way higher. The touch of his lips over the backs of her thighs as he licked and nibbled his way up to her buttocks left a trail of heat that made the tingling clit begin to burn.

  “Very interesting possibilities.”

  Dillon released her breasts to snag a pillow from beside her, lifting her with an ease that amazed her and settled the pillow under her belly.

  “That feel better? Stop arching, baby. You’re going to hurt your back. You’ll get what you need. We’re going to have to teach you patience. Don’t be in such a hurry. Let us enjoy discovering all of your secrets.”

  Wrapping his arms around her again, he cupped her breasts, teasing the outer shell of her ear with his lips.

  “Remember, I can move you and get to any part of you I want to. This position will protect your back but lifts that gorgeous bottom up for more attention.”

  The vulnerability that hit her when she realized the truth of those words sent her arousal higher, and she began to rock her hips, unable to keep them still any longer.

  Dillon massaged her breasts, this massage designed to arouse instead of relax. His clever hands worked the slick oil all around them, his slick fingers using slow, tender tugs to her nipples to make her nearly mindless with need.

  Her toes curled as Ryder’s lips moved over her bottom, digging into the mattress when something touched her puckered opening. She tried to tighten against it, but her legs had been spread too wide, her body too relaxed from Dillon’s massage and Ryder’s erotic kisses to put up much of a struggle.

  Her clit burned, and she rocked to get some kind of friction against it, but with her belly raised, she couldn’t.

  “What is that? Ryder, it doesn’t feel like your finger. Oh, God.”

  Each word came out on panted breaths, the feel of something pushing at her forbidden opening almost more than she could stand.

  Ryder came to his knees between hers. “It’s your butt plug. Christ, Dillon. You’re gonna want to watch this.”

  Slipping his hands out from under her, Dillon fisted a hand in her hair and turned her face to the side, his eyes more possessive than ever.

  “Be still, baby. It’s a small one. We just want to give you pleasure. Once I work the knots out of your back and you come, you’ll sleep like a baby without any fucking pills.”

  Alison groaned as Dillon released her and turned on the bed, in a position now to watch Ryder push the plug into her.

  Dillon laid a hand on each of her bottom cheeks and parted them. “Go slow. Easy. Is she lubed up enough?”

  Ryder continued to caress the back of her thigh as though to calm her, an impossible task when something was being inserted into her anus.

  “I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck, Dillon. I know what I’m doing. I am going slow. Look at her. Ally, you’ve got the greatest ass.”

  Ally sucked in a breath as the plug pushed deeper, filling her bottom a little more with the hard rubber cone. Chills went up and down her spine as he applied pressure to push it in a little more and withdrew about an inch before pushing it back into her again, the friction of the plug moving on her sensitive inner walls drawing a whimper from her and then stealing her breath.

  Digging her toes into the mattress, she tried to lift higher, needing more of the erotic feeling, a frustrated moan escaping when she found Dillon’s hold wouldn’t allow it. Cursing, she buried her face in the pillow again and gave up the fight to keep still.

  The hand Dillon slid to her lower back massaged but also kept her from lifting up again. “Yeah, baby. We know. That clit needs some attention. Do it, Ryder. I’ll keep her from bucking. The more she comes with something in her ass, the more she’s going to want it.”

  Alison gasped and lifted her head as Dillon rubbed his hand soothingly over her bottom.

  “I can hear you, you know?”

  Ryder slid the hand from her thigh to her clit, still using the other to stroke her ass with the plug, his shallow thrusts going deeper and deeper, stroking her sensitive inner walls, and somehow forced her anus to clench on the plug.

  “It’s all right if you hear us. It’s not like you’re not going to find out anyway. Hmm. Nice and wet and open. See, darlin’. In this position, I can do whatever I want to your pussy, your clit, and your ass, and there’s not a damned thing you can do about it. Just in case you’re wondering, this is a position you’re going to find yourself in quite a bit.”

  Alison cried out at the first swipe of his fingers over her clit, sucking in a breath when Dillon’s hand slid lower and with no warning, he pushed two fingers into her pussy.

  In no position to stop them, her arousal soared. She couldn’t hold back her cry, one of surprise and pleasure as her pussy gripped Dillon’s two fingers in a desperate attempt to keep them inside her.

  She cried out again as Ryder applied more pressure to the plug, stretching her bottom hole as the plug got wider and making it burn. Dillon’s fingers in her pussy made the plug in her ass feel even fuller, just as the plug in her ass made the fingers in her pussy feel even larger.

  When the plug narrowed sharply, her puckered opening closed tightly over the firm rubber, the full sensation making her cry out again. The plug, now held securely inside her, felt huge as it stretched her and shifted with the tiniest movement.

  Struggling for air, she reached a hand back. “I want to touch both of you. Don’t make me come yet. I want you to take me.”

  Ryder moved his fingers in a circular motion over her clit, the almost constant friction making it tingle in a way that already had her close to coming.

  “Your back’s too sore for that. That’s a girl.” He pressed against the base of the plug, smoothing his hand over her ass when she cried out again. “Come for us, babe.”

  Dillon slid his fingers deep. “That’s it. Clench on my fingers. You like having your ass and pussy filled, huh, baby? As soon as your back’s feeling better, Ryder and I are going to ta
ke you together. One of us in your ass and the other in your pussy. That’s it. She’s coming.”

  Alison stiffened as the shimmering waves running through her body seemed to all gather at her slit and explode, the additional stimulation of her bottom being filled making her come harder than ever. The intensity of it stole her breath, making it impossible to even cry out.

  Ryder slowed his strokes. “That’s it, babe. Yeah, just let it go. Damn, you’re a hot little thing. Dillon, she’s soaked. We’ve got to shave her. If she’s this sensitive now, can you imagine what she’ll be like once she’s shaved?”

  She didn’t know if she’d ever get used to hearing them talk to each other about her during sex, but she knew that for the rest of her life, she would miss it.

  Coming down from her orgasm, Alison melted into a quivering mass, moaning when Ryder removed his fingers and ran a hand over her bottom.

  The tension in his low groan skittered over her skin, making her pussy clench on Dillon’s fingers and the plug still filling her bottom.

  “Just sleep now, babe. You’ve had a lot of excitement today.”

  Stiffening as Dillon slid his fingers from her pussy and the plug was worked from her, Alison lifted her head, gripping the pillow tightly. Her body clamped down, taking every last bit of pleasure as both slid free.

  Between Dillon’s massage and coming so hard, she didn’t have the energy to hold her head up for long and dropped it back on the pillow.

  “Any more excitement right now might kill me.”

  Alarmed at the tense silence that followed, she turned slightly and lifted her head again.

  Ryder stared down at her bottom, patting it before standing.

  “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

  He stood and left the room, leaving her staring dumbfounded at Dillon.

  “Dillon, did I do something wrong?”

  Dillon helped her struggle to a sitting position, removing the pillow from under her belly and tossing it toward the headboard.

  “Of course not. What could you have done wrong? Your eyes are drooping. Get some sleep, and when you wake up, we’ll eat.”