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

by Leah Brooke

  When another slap landed on her other bottom cheek, she started cursing, alarmed when the heat from Dillon’s slaps ignited sharp, tingling need in her pussy and, to her chagrin and embarrassment, her ass.

  She shuffled her feet in place, going from one to the other, doing anything to try to ease the torment.

  Dillon pinched her nipple just as he slapped her right bottom cheek again. It made her sting in two places now, the sting rapidly ignited a fire that spread.

  “Concentrate, Alison. What do you have to do to get what you need?”

  The unmistakable steel in his silky tone grounded her somehow, the underlying threat in it sending a shiver up her spine.

  She stopped stamping her feet, but another slap landed before she could steady herself, and meeting Ryder’s glittering green eyes, she hurriedly leaned back and braced herself against Dillon’s chest, reached down with trembling fingers to part her folds again.

  Frustrated that the combination of her shaking hands and the slipperiness caused by her juices kept making her fingers slide away, she whimpered in her throat.

  Dillon’s hand came down on her bottom again as she struggled for composure, the heat building with each slap making her pussy and ass clench as the warmth spread to them.

  Tightening her bottom muscles, she finally managed to steady herself enough to part her folds, but by this time, her clit nearly sizzled.

  “Please. Please. Please. I did it. I need to come.”

  Dillon ran a hand over her bottom. “Yes, you did. I’m very proud of you.”

  She sucked in a breath, unable to answer him when Ryder took her clit into his mouth and began to suck. Almost immediately, she started coming, her thighs shaking with the effort to hold her up. Afraid that she would lose her grip again, she pressed hard against her folds, keeping them spread wide for Ryder’s talented mouth, determined to get every drop of pleasure she could.

  She knew if she allowed her fingers to slip, he would stop, cutting her orgasm short, something she wouldn’t be able to stand.

  Her breath came in huge gulps, her cries filling the room as her orgasm went on and on. Thankful for the strong arm that wrapped around her waist, she slumped against Dillon, her entire being centered on her clit and the incredible pleasure Ryder gave her.

  Her body jerked as the waves of bliss washed over her, her cries becoming hoarse and more primitive, and through it all, she was conscious of Dillon and Ryder’s strong presence all around her. Trusting Dillon’s strength, she let herself go limp against him when her knees gave out, not at all worried that he wouldn’t catch her.

  And he did.

  Holding her to him, he murmured something in her ear, something she didn’t understand, but the admiration and caring in his tone slipped through the fog surrounding her to wrap her in a blanket of warmth she’d never experienced with any other man.

  Ryder didn’t stop sucking her clit, however, even when the pleasure had crested and become too sharp to bear.

  “Let go, baby.”

  Dillon’s command came through loud and clear, and she dropped her hands, drawing a shuddering breath when Ryder lifted his head.

  He came to his feet in front of her and bent to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his lips.

  “Anytime you want to come, darlin’, I’m happy to oblige.”

  She wanted to laugh at the confidence in his tone, but didn’t have the energy. As Dillon righted her clothing, she realized that both he and Dillon had every right to be confident. Both proved to be marvelous lovers, ones that any woman in her right mind would love to have.

  Dillon sat in the chair at her desk and settled her across his lap, running his hands up and down her arms and back.

  “Feel better?”

  Cuddling against his chest, Alison closed her eyes. “I always feel better when I’m with you two.”

  Dillon stilled, the tension coming from him making her realize what she’d just said.

  She opened her eyes to see that Ryder stood on the other side of the desk, his shocked gaze dropping from Dillon’s to hers.

  Holding her against him when she would have sat up, Dillon started rubbing her back again.

  “Imagine that.” He touched his finger to her lips when she would have spoken. “We’ll eat at the diner tonight. Gracie’s fried chicken is the best in the world.”

  * * * *

  Still a little embarrassed, and more than a little stunned at her earlier admission, Alison picked at her dinner.

  Sitting in the booth by the window, she shifted restlessly under Ryder’s scrutiny from where he sat beside her.

  Dillon sat across from her and each time she looked up, she found herself caught in his searching stare.

  She had no idea what he was looking for, but the knowledge that he saw way too much kept her from meeting his eyes.

  “You don’t start eating, I’m going to feed you myself.”

  She looked up at that, glaring at Dillon.

  “I had a boyfriend who tried to tell me what I should eat and shouldn’t eat. I don’t need another.”

  Dillon’s eyes narrowed. “You’re getting dangerously close to being turned over my knee.”

  “You’re getting dangerously close to being kicked in the balls.”

  Ryder stilled beside her and, without a word, slid from the bench seat.

  Alison looked up in alarm when Dillon stood and reached for her, sliding her across the seat. “Dillon, what are you—Oh!”

  He had a broad shoulder in her belly before she could react and, with effortless ease, straightened with her dangling over his shoulder.

  Aware of the amusement of the other diners, Alison pounded at his back.

  “Put me down, you Neanderthal! You’re embarrassing me.”

  The sight of Ryder’s denim-clad legs and leather boots following close behind filled her with alarm.

  “Gracie, we’ll be right back. Can you keep our food warm for us, please?”

  She heard a few masculine “uh-ohs” but couldn’t tell where they came from. Her face burned at the thought that the men Dillon and Ryder had introduced her to knew that she was about to get a spanking.

  Cursing the fact that she’d chosen to wear a skirt tonight, she was thankful that Dillon kept her skirt down with a firm hand over her thighs as he strode out of the diner. The denim jacket she wore fell partially over her head, blocking her view of the other diners as Dillon stormed past them, but she could hear the shuffle as several moved out of his way as they headed for the door.

  Her nipples burned against his back, despite her outrage.

  “Damn it, Dillon, if you spank me, I’m going back to the hotel.”

  Ryder ran a hand over the back of her knee.

  “You’re not going anywhere. It’s about time you learned other aspects of belonging to men in Desire. Dillon and I have had enough of being compared to that asshole you used to date. Everything we tell you to do is for your own good.”

  “You’re not my father!”

  “Thank God.”

  Dillon ran a threatening hand over her ass. “This is not gonna be a fatherly spanking, baby. You brought this on yourself. Buck up and take it like a woman.”

  Kicking her feet did no good as Dillon approached their truck and opened the door, hurriedly slipping inside and positioning her across his lap with an ease that astounded her.

  She didn’t know how he did it, but he’d somehow managed to maneuver the upper half of her body under the steering wheel so she couldn’t lift up. Hearing the door close, she realized that Ryder must have been standing right outside it. The truck started briefly, long enough for the window by her feet to be opened and then shut off again.

  Ryder chuckled at her struggles, filling her with foreboding.

  “Can’t complain about the view.”

  Dillon lifted her skirt, working it completely out of the way, and ripped her panties from her.

  “Now I really can’t complain about the view.”

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p; Dillon didn’t say a word, delivering a half dozen sharp slaps to her exposed bottom, three on each side.

  Alison cried out, cursing and screaming at him as he heated her bottom with sharp stinging slaps, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t get away from them.

  “You fucking asshole! Ouch! Don’t you dare—damn it, Dillon. It hurts. Don’t you fucking—oh!”

  Her bottom burned, the sharp slaps delivered in such a way that the heat covered both buttocks.

  “Enough!”

  Dillon’s barked command made her jump.

  Hearing the glove compartment open, she tried to turn to see what he was doing, but he slammed it closed again before she could.

  “Give it to me.”

  Feeling movement behind her, she cursed the fact that the steering wheel kept her from looking back. Not knowing what either of them would do added another layer of trepidation, the unknown threat increasing her arousal.

  “What are you doing?” She knew that neither man would miss the husky need in her voice, the breathless quality giving her away. The heat from his spankings spread, and it mortified her to realize her thighs had become soaked.

  Ryder laughed softly, his laugh filled with an erotic tension that she’d learned not to take lightly.

  “Since meeting you, we’re always prepared, darlin’, something you’ll come to appreciate in the future. I know I’m sure as hell gonna appreciate it right now.” Two strong hands came to rest slightly above her knees and parted her legs wide.

  With a large hand over her bottom, Dillon lifted and parted her bottom cheeks, exposing her puckered opening to the cool air blowing in through the window.

  Alison shivered, embarrassed that the combination of her spanking, being exposed, and Dillon and Ryder’s unwavering dominance already had her so aroused that her body leaked moisture. Biting her lip to control the clenching of her pussy and ass, she fisted her hands under her and closed her eyes, filled with fear and anticipation.

  “I hate you. Oh, God!”

  A plug, coated with lube, pressed at her puckered opening, Dillon’s unrelenting pressure forcing the tight muscle to give way.

  Alison cried out as the plug was pushed into her, several inches of thick, hard rubber forcing her anus to stretch wide to accept it.

  Stunned at the first warning tingles, she remained perfectly still, her breath coming out in sharp pants as she struggled to accept the decadent invasion. Groaning as the plug widened, she nevertheless lifted her hips in an involuntary attempt to take more.

  When it narrowed sharply again and the base of the plug pressed against her, she started to pump her hips, moaning in frustration. She wanted, needed, to feel it move in and out of her, stroking her inner flesh in the way Dillon and Ryder had taught her to crave.

  “Dillon, oh, God. Dillon. Move it. I can’t stand it. Fuck me with it.”

  Ryder’s hands slid upward until his thumbs caressed her folds.

  “Christ, she’s soaked. Fuck. I want to open this door and sink my cock into that tight pussy.”

  “No.” Another sharp slap landed on her ass, followed quickly by several more.

  No longer caring about anything but coming, Alison lifted into his slaps, pumping her hips in a desperate attempt to fuck herself on the rubber filling her ass and get more of the erotic heat caused by Dillon’s spanking.

  “Yes! More! Fuck me! Take my ass. Do something.”

  She froze as one final slap landed between her legs, the palm of Dillon’s hand hitting the plug while his fingers hit her clit, the force of it jarring the plug inside her and making her pussy burn.

  The beginning sizzles of coming hit her just as Dillon took his hand away.

  “No! Put it back.”

  Her head spun as Dillon lifted her and settled her on his lap, her thighs spread wide as she straddled him. To her frustration, he slid her back so that her clit touched nothing but air, and watched her with narrowed eyes as she beat at him and pumped her hips.

  “No, you bastard! Finish it. Don’t leave me like this.”

  Gathering her close, Dillon ran a hand over her hair.

  “Settle down, Alison. Accept your punishment. If you’re a good girl, when we get home, Ryder and I will make you come as many times as you want to.”

  Lifting her face, she blinked back tears of frustration.

  “I want to come now.” She realized she sounded like a little girl whining for a treat, but she didn’t care. She wanted to come. She needed to come. Shocked that a spanking could bring her to the edge of coming so quickly, she whimpered and turned to Ryder.

  “Please. Make me come. I’ll do anything.”

  Ryder clenched his jaw, his eyes darker than she’d ever seen them.

  “If this is the way you react to a spanking, you can plan to be spanked every fucking day. No. You can’t come now and don’t try my fucking patience. Seeing the way you react to a spanking and having your ass filled has me close to coming in my pants.”

  He opened the truck door and reached for her, pulling her out to stand beside him with a gentleness that belied the harshness in his tone.

  “Let’s go.”

  * * * *

  Aware of the attention of the other diners, Alison squirmed in her seat, biting back a moan at the feel of the plug shifting inside her and the stiff leather of the seat on her naked bottom.

  “I swear I’m getting even with both of you for this.” Keeping her voice low so she wouldn’t be overheard, she glanced up at Dillon. “Especially you.”

  Dillon tore off a piece of chicken and held it to her lips. “Lookin’ forward to it. That’ll give me a reason to put you over my knee again. Open those lips for me, Alison. Right now.”

  His tone and the look in his eyes told her that he was thinking about sliding something besides chicken into her mouth.

  She opened without thinking, inwardly wincing at the possessive satisfaction that shone in his eyes.

  Aroused and angry at herself and both of them, she shot him a dirty look as she swallowed.

  “I used to think you were very gentle.”

  Dillon’s brow went up. “I’ve never been anything but gentle with you.”

  She shifted in her seat, gasping as the plug moved inside her. The lingering heat from his spanking seemed to envelop her entire slit, warming her erotically.

  “After what you just did to me, I’m surprised you can say that with a straight face.”

  Ryder slid a hand under her skirt from her knee to her thigh and higher, rubbing a finger over her clit.

  “I think Dillon showed remarkable restraint. You’re not going to try to tell me that spanking hurt, are you? He was even real careful to keep your back straight so you didn’t get hurt. He never touched your hip.”

  Smiling at her gasp at the friction of his finger on her swollen clit, he redoubled his efforts until her breath caught, and she grabbed at his arm, fighting not to come in front of all the other diners.

  “I sure as hell wouldn’t have been as gentle with that plug. I would have shoved it right up your ass and not given you any time to get used to it.”

  Squirming under his touch moved the plug in her ass, the erotic tingles racing through her warning her that she would come any second. Looking around in alarm, she buried her face against him.

  “Please don’t make me come here.”

  Ryder had already moved his hand, rubbing her knee under the table.

  “Not a chance. No one else gets to see that look on your face or hear those cries but us.”

  Trying to get herself under control, she took several gulping breaths and reached for her lemonade.

  “I’ll bet you liked making the women in the club scream. Did everyone get to hear them?”

  Dillon glared at her.

  “We don’t talk about that, especially not with you. Eat your dinner so I can have my dessert.”

  The look in his eyes left her in no doubt as to his plans for dessert.

  She looked
down, drawing a shaky breath before looking up at him through her lashes.

  “Are you as good with your mouth as Ryder is with his?”

  As soon as the words left her mouth, she wished she could call them back, but she’d become so aroused and needy, she’d said the first thing that popped to mind.

  Dillon’s eyes gleamed with challenge. Ignoring Ryder’s laugh, he leaned forward.

  “You’re about to find out.”

  They rushed her through her dinner and out to the truck with a speed and purposefulness that excited her even more.

  On the short ride back to the apartment over the garage, Dillon settled her on his lap, his hand going up her shirt with a possessiveness and familiarity that made it impossible to sit still. His kiss echoed the sentiment, taking her mouth as though to brand her as his.

  Each time she moved, the plug shifted inside her, a sharp reminder of how completely they’d taken her over. No part of her had been left unexplored, and both seemed fascinated by her responses to their every touch, studying her face often as they caressed her.

  It was heady stuff, but knowing how much pride they had in their sexual prowess, she didn’t make the mistake of assuming it to be any more than that.

  For the next few days, however, they belonged to her, and she wouldn’t waste a minute of it.

  Wiggling against Dillon’s cock, she slid her hand through his hair, smiling inwardly at his deep moan.

  Lifting his head, he caught the hand she ran up his thigh before it could reach its destination.

  “What are you doing?”

  Disappointed because he’d removed his hand from her breast, she turned into him, rubbing her nipples against his chest.

  “I want to touch you. How come you never let me touch you?”

  Still driving, Ryder reached out a hand and slid it up her thigh to her pussy, sinking a finger deep.

  “Because every time you touch us, we lose our fucking minds. That soft, shy little touch of yours does it to me every fucking time.”

  He thrust into her several times, digging at that spot inside her that had her writhing on Dillon’s lap. The forcefulness in his touch and the hard look on his face told her he didn’t much care for how strongly she affected him, but she couldn’t deny that it gave her a surge of confidence.