Fire of Desire [Southern Heat 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Alexa Aaby

  Hannah threw her head back, enjoying the sexual spasms spreading through her entire body. She continued to slide her pussy along the length of his cock until his shaft was stiff as a board.

  Feeling blood begin to fill his member, Luke flipped her facedown on the bed. “You’re like a wild filly, Hannah. You need to be tamed, and I’m just the one to do it,” he said, lifting her up on all fours, slapping her butt like Chance had done the week before, only this time, it was her left cheek.

  She let out a squeal and then several soft whimpers as he traced his tongue along the red handprint he left on her backside. Deciding to explore a little deeper, he took hold of both cheeks and spread them apart. Hannah thought she would lose her mind when she felt the tip of his tongue licking the pink rim of her asshole. It made her fidget.

  “Be still, Hannah, I need you to relax. I like to get a lay of the land before I dive in. I must say, you’ve got a prime piece of property back here. It looks untouched, unchartered if you ask me.”

  “I don’t know about this, Luke, I don’t want you to…”

  “Shhh, just relax, Hannah. Let me help you.”

  Sliding beneath her, Luke extended his tongue and flicked it over her clit while finger-fucking her cunt. Seconds later she was sopping wet down there. His fingers were covered in so much pussy juice that when he pushed his middle finger into her tight ass, she moaned with pleasure.

  “Oh my God! Ooh, it feels so good!” she screamed.

  Her mind was engulfed in hedonistic desire. The feel of his tongue sucking and licking her bulbous clit and his finger fucking her asshole were so overwhelming. She grabbed her tits, tugging on her hard nipples until she exploded in orgasmic release, the juice dripping down her inner thighs onto his face.

  “That’s a good girl. Succumb to my will, Hannah. I want to make you mine,” he said, slowly licking her pussy lips.

  Hannah had no choice but to allow him to take full control. Her body ached with desire for him to do things to her she had only dreamed of doing, but it wasn’t a dream—it was really happening. She couldn’t stop him if she wanted to. She had traveled too far down the rabbit hole to turn back now.

  Recognizing her complete and utter surrender, Luke simply said, “It’s time.”

  Before Hannah could respond, he slid from between her legs and braced his left hand atop the small of her back, hiking her cheeks higher into the air. He used his right hand to guide his stiff cock past the opening of her bare lips and into her wet, welcoming vagina.

  “Oh, Luke, your dick is so big. It’s so deep inside of me. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”

  “Don’t worry, darlin’, I’m going to make you see stars,” he said, increasing his thrust in and out of her juicy gash.

  Leaning forward, he grabbed her tits and massaged them, fingering her nipples repeatedly. As he pumped his shaft into her over and over, her breathing became heavy. Beads of moisture burst onto the surface of her soft skin. The sex within her loins rose to a fevered pitch, and she could feel herself about to come again.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s how you do it, baby! Fuck my wet pussy. Pump your cock into my snatch until I come all over your hard dick!” Hannah yelled as Luke increased the force of his thrusts.

  Her insides squeezed in on his cock so tightly when she came that he blasted his cum into her pussy, filling her with his thick, warm load.

  When she fell facedown onto the bed, embracing one of her queen-sized pillows, he lay next to her, gently stroking her back until her intoxicating orgasm subsided, and she fell asleep.

  Hannah woke up a little after midnight. Her bedroom was dark. Only the lamp from one of the living-room end tables was on. Reaching out to her left, she found the other side of the bed empty. Luke was long gone. Strangely, she felt abandoned, lonely even. The solitude was somewhat unsettling. He hadn’t bothered to wake her, to take the time to say good-bye.

  Taking a shower, she revisited their earth-shaking sex romp. It still felt intoxicating. Just thinking about it made her wet between her thighs again.

  Chance and Luke were the epitome of sexual satisfaction for Hannah. They were both so skilled at the art of lovemaking. They were such remarkable lovers. She knew the two men wanted to possess her in the worst way, but which one of them would permanently stake claim to her heart? She had to make a choice, and it was sure to be one of the most difficult of her life. Hannah decided to contact them later that Sunday afternoon. At least she had until then to make up her mind.

  Chapter Five

  After calling Chance and Luke several times, receiving no response, Hannah finally gave up. She started to worry in a way that made her very uncomfortable. Had she been right all along? Had it been some kind of a sick game the two cowboys had played with her? Was she nothing more than a new, big-city distraction for them? Luke told her he and Chance shared everything. Now that they both had a taste of her charms, had they gotten their fill? Was the game over?

  She knew lovin’ ’em and leavin’ ’em was one of the oldest plays in the book. The question was had she fallen for it? The thought of being manipulated by the two men and then having them discard her like spoiled meat made her blood boil. To be outsmarted by a handsome cowboy and his gorgeous sidekick wasn’t the kind of thing she was willing to stand for.

  The longer Hannah thought about how the events leading up to her sexual encounters with the two men had unfolded, the angrier she became. “Those bastards!” she shouted to herself as a few tears rolled from her eyes.

  After brooding about her apartment for over an hour, she realized it was more than anger she was feeling…much more. No matter how badly she wanted to believe otherwise, she couldn’t lie to herself. She was hooked on those cowboys. Neither Chance nor Luke had forced her into anything. She wanted what they were offering her, and Hannah had never wanted anything as much as she wanted them.

  Even if they did want to see her again, how could she ever choose between them? They were so similar in many ways but so very different in others. She felt sexually satisfied by each of them, having to select just one of the men was not going to be an easy decision to make. What she was sure of was that she hadn’t had her fill of Chance or Luke. The more she considered the possibilities, the more she doubted if she ever could.

  When her phone rang out, it startled her from her thoughts. She picked up the phone to find Chance at the other end.

  “Hey, Hannah, it’s me, Chance.”

  “I knew it was you. I recognized your number. What’s up?” she asked.

  “I hadn’t spoken to you since right after…well, you know. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

  Hannah could feel her anger resurfacing. “Really, is that what you want? I’ve been trying to reach you for a week. You could have at least returned my calls.”

  “So I suppose it’s OK for you to treat me any way you want, to ignore my calls, but if it takes me a few days to contact you, I’m in hot water. You’re really turning out to be a bit of a brat, Hannah.”

  She wrinkled her brow. “What did you call me?”

  “You heard me, but I’ll say it again… You are a beautiful, spoiled, selfish brat.”

  “And do you know what you are, Chance Yarborough? You are a manipulative, self-centered, domineering bully!”

  “Hannah, chill. Calm down, baby girl, I was just kiddin’ with you,” he said softly. “I had to take care of some important family business down in Georgia. I apologize for not returning your calls. It was a last-minute trip, but I’m back in town. Can you forgive me? I can’t wait to see you again.”

  And just like that, Hannah started to calm down. “Well, you could have called is all I’m saying.”

  “Tell you what—let me make it up to you. There’s something I never told you.”

  Toying with her hair, Hannah became intrigued. “What is it?”

  “I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I’m a pretty good cook. If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I’d love to treat you to some S
outhern hospitality. Will you be my guest for dinner tonight?”

  His invitation caught her off guard. For a few seconds, she remained silent, trying to decide whether she should take him up on his offer.

  “Hannah, are you still there?”

  “Yes, I’m here,” she answered.

  “Well, will you join me for dinner tonight? I’m firing up some of the best New York Strip steaks you’ll ever taste in your life. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

  “It sounds delicious. OK, give me your address,” she said.

  “I’m at 10100 Whispering Pines in Sherwood County,” he replied.

  “That’s near Jefferson’s Mill where we had the picnic, where we—”

  “Yeah, it is,” he interrupted.

  Suddenly, she felt a little nervous. “What time should I arrive?” she asked.

  “Seven would be good,” he replied.

  “Should I bring anything? What about a bottle or two of my favorite red wine?”

  “That sounds great,” he said. “Thank you for allowing me to make this up to you. I’ll see you this evening.”

  Hannah felt a smile spread over her face. “All right, I’ll be there.”

  As soon as they hung up from each other, Chance started the dinner preparation. The three-course meal would include his specialty salad complete with ricotta, mozzarella, and Monterey Jack cheeses and garden-fresh green peppers, shredded carrots, and cherry tomatoes he picked up at the farmer’s market earlier in the day along with some vegetables just harvested the day before. He had even gone so far as to bake one of his delectable apple-cinnamon pies that he planned on topping with homemade French vanilla ice cream.

  Stepping into the shower, his thoughts were all about Hannah. He felt guilty about not contacting her, and while he had told her the truth about his trip to Georgia, he knew it was a convenient excuse for avoiding her and allowing his best friend to slide into the picture. It was a deceptive move, and he felt uneasy about it. He wanted her in the worst way, and it was beginning to scare the hell out of him.

  Over the past five years, he and Luke had played “the game.” The countless number of females that came and went out of their lives, out of his life, now seemed so meaningless. For the first time in his twenty-nine years, he was consumed by passion, the kind that made him want to fuck Hannah Larkin endlessly. She had caught him, captured his heart without even trying. For him, she was indeed the real deal.

  As he showered, the very thought of her made him want to touch himself, to release the load of backed-up desire he had carried around for the past week. With soothing, pulsating jets of water hitting his chest, he began to stroke his member. Closing his eyes, Chance thought back on the day he and Hannah had made love. He remembered every touch, every sensation of her body against his. It made his cock so hard thinking of her skirt pulled up around her waist, her tight, bare pussy peeking out from between her firm, tanned thighs, waiting to be licked and sucked on.

  The more he envisioned her firm tits and round ass, the harder he stroked his cock. Pulling on it felt so good when he thought about her. He stroked himself faster and faster, remembering the feel of her hard nipples in his mouth, his tongue probing her wet cunt, his dick repeatedly pumping her vagina. It was enough to force a hot load of cum from his cock and send it squirting across the floor of the shower.

  Chance had always prided himself on maintaining control in the company of women, but when it came to Hannah, he was slowly losing that control, and it was systematically unnerving him. He felt like a scared little boy who was about to lose his heart to his first crush. He wasn’t about to crash and burn, losing the battle of emotions to a big-city femme fatale who held his future happiness in the palm of her hand. He had to be certain that what existed between them was permanent.

  With all the uncertainty swirling through his head while getting dressed, Chance was so thankful Luke was in his corner. They were closer than a lot of brothers, especially when it came to women. Sharing came so easy for them. He was the first to discover just how special Hannah was, and now that Luke knew the same, the time had come for the three of them to lay it all out, to decide if their bond was strong enough to take their relationship to the next level.

  * * * *

  Lucas Shelby had spent the better part of Sunday morning in bed. Usually, he would go for a run and be back home by 10:00 a.m., but that Sunday morning was different. The night before, he had lost his heart to a beautiful angel with long, dark hair, deep blue eyes, and a body that could tempt the purest of souls.

  He hadn’t expected to fall so deeply for Hannah Larkin. After all, he and his best friend had worked their way through dozens of women without the slightest afterthought. “No lies, no ties” was their motto. It kept the relationships clean and free of any messy attachment. They were honest and up front, so when the affairs ended—and they always did—all parties involved understood.

  Neither Luke nor Chance had any desire to be tied down by any of their past conquests. There was no room for unrealistic expectations.

  So over the past week, what the hell had happened? All he and his best bud had done was respond to a routine call for help. Everything about it was typical except for the woman they had encountered in the process of performing their appointed duty.

  She had bewitched them both with her beauty and charm. How did they both manage to lose utter control of what should have been just another casual sexual encounter?

  Luke’s thoughts drifted back to the night before. Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming need to pleasure himself. Since he first laid eyes on Hannah, every time she crossed his mind his dick stiffened. It got hard as a rock. Whether Hannah knew it or not, she was now in the driver’s seat. She had brought down the sensational tag team of Chance Yarborough and Lucas Shelby, body slamming them into submission. They would have to find a way to regain their power, their control.

  It was getting to the point where each time he thought about her he wanted to relieve himself. And now thinking of her, he wanted to come again.

  Tossing aside his top sheet, he spread his legs and squeezed several drops of lube into his right palm. Taking hold of his stiff dick, he slowly slid his hand along its length, imagining the feel of Hannah’s pouty, red lips sucking on his shaft. He remembered how her seductive, blue eyes met his, glazed over with lust. It made his dick pulsate in his hand.

  Stroking his cock with increasing speed, Luke recalled how slick her pussy had become after he had played with it, how he had aroused her clit with a few flicks of his fingers against her tender flesh. It was so sexually exciting for him to watch her shed the security of her prim, proper demeanor and expose that side of herself. She was an insatiable sex addict who made him want to fuck her for all of eternity.

  He wanted to lick and suck his way across every inch of her body, to stick his cock in the last remaining hole it had yet to explore. Squeezing his dick even tighter, Luke felt the stream of semen travel from his heavy balls up the length of his rigid shaft. He had to have her. He wanted to possess her.

  Nothing could stop him from poking her super-tight, round ass with his big dick. He would take his time, using his well-oiled fingers—first one, then two, and finally three—to open her up back there. Stroking his cock intensely, Luke imagined her puckered, pink asshole opening up for him. The mental imagery of his sturdy helmet penetrating her anus was enough to cause his rock-hard cock to erupt like a volcano, spilling his thick, creamy cum down along the side of his shaft.

  The orgasm was intense enough to lull him back to sleep for a while. There was plenty of time to rest before he had to get dressed. Earlier in the week, Chance had invited him out to his house for Sunday dinner. Best of all, Hannah would be there.

  Both Luke and Chance knew she was the missing piece of their puzzle. She completed them. They had to convince her of that. It was more than he and his best friend could have ever hoped for. The time had come for them to pledge their undying devotion to her. It was going t
o be an evening to remember.

  Chapter Six

  At 7:10 p.m., Hannah drove up the private road leading to Chance’s Southern plantation home. It was located adjacent to the spot where they had made love. Driving past the open field, the memory of their sensational lovemaking episode flooded to the forefront of her mind. It was so arousing, for a moment, she considered pulling over on the side of the road to gather her thoughts, but she quickly composed herself and traveled on.

  She was quite surprised and very impressed with Chance’s property. Parking on the circular driveway, she walked to the main entrance and rang the bell.

  Chance opened the door wearing a pair of tan dress jeans, a dark-chocolate shirt with rolled-up sleeves, a pair of distressed brown Western boots, and a big smile. “Welcome to my home, Hannah. Come on in.”

  Returning his smile, Hannah brushed by him in a sleeveless white lace dress, nude high-wedge sling sandals, and diamond accessories.

  “You look like a dream,” Chance said. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

  “You have a lovely home,” she replied coolly. “I’m honored to be here.”

  “Let me help you with that,” he offered, taking the tote bag she carried containing the two bottles of pinot noir.

  He gave her a tour of the first floor before offering her a seat at the kitchen peninsula. Chance poured two glasses of the wine and proceeded to finish the last-minute touches to his food preparation.

  “You wear domestic quite well. I had no idea that you were so handy in the kitchen. It’s a very attractive trait. It looks good on you,” Hannah said, walking over to stand next to him.

  “I’ve been on my own for some time. It pays to know how to take care of yourself. Hey, what do you think of this,” he said, placing a ripe, red strawberry topped with chocolate into her mouth.

  “Mmm, I love these,” she commented before continuing on with the conversation. “It’s good to be independent, but it’s also nice to have someone who cares, someone to watch over you, to have your back,” she added.