Love Under Two Responders [The Lusty, Texas Collection] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Covington

  “He-man.” Edward actually chuckled. “You need to talk to the rest of our family, beautiful. They’ll tell you what geeks we actually are, soon enough.”

  Carol finished drying Edward’s legs and feet. She’d carefully dried between his toes, because she knew how easy it was, especially in hot weather, to develop rashes and infections. Then she leaned forward and put a chaste kiss on his erect cock.

  He held his right hand out to her, and she took it, allowing him to help her stand up. He rose from the bench and smiled down at her.

  Carol stretched up and gave him another kiss, this time on his lips. “Maybe I’m not the only one whose family members don’t really see the person I truly am.”

  Warren chuckled. He’d been lounging against the bathroom door, his arms folded across his chest, as he watched her take care of his brother. He stepped closer now and ran his hand down her back, and kissed the side of her head.

  There is just something about the way these two touch me that makes me want to purr like a kitten.

  “No, sweetheart, they see us just fine,” Warren said. “I think it’s likely your vision that’s a little rosy. You see us as being much more than we actually are.”

  Because she loved them? Oh, she’d known she was in love with them both for a couple of days, now. The reality of her love had been reinforced earlier that evening when they’d listened to her, and then comforted her when she cried.

  She loved these two men, and maybe she did see them as “more than they were.” But far more likely was that she saw them with a pure kind of clarity.

  Warren took the towel from her, and Edward lifted her face with his right hand. He’d used both, earlier, to cup her face and she guessed that action had pained him more than he wanted to admit.

  “Come to bed with us, Carol. We both really need you. I really need you.”

  “Now that’s handy, because I need the both of you, too.”

  They were all three of them aroused. Warren’s and Edward’s cocks stood erect, and they each even had tiny drops of pre-cum glistening on their tips. For herself, she was more excited now than their first time. She knew the prize that awaited her and craved another evening spent in sexual release. Excitement zinged through her veins with each beat of her heart. Her nipples had become distended little buds and she felt her own juices coating her pussy lips.

  And yet, it wasn’t sexual gratification they sought once they got into the bed.

  Edward eased himself down on her left side and then coaxed her against his good side, urging her closer until her head lay on his chest. Warren spooned her, kissing the shell of her ear. Then he began to caress her, a long, soothing stroke from shoulder to mid-thigh that really was more about comfort than it was about arousal.

  For a long time, they didn’t speak. Carol felt content to simply be with them, flesh against flesh, to breathe in their scents and absorb the security of their presence and the wonder of their touch. Being snuggled in between them, a sense of safety filled her. She could relax. These men would watch over her.

  She rubbed her face against Edward’s chest, loving the sound of his heartbeat under her ear. The combination of his masculine aroma and the warmth of his skin pressed to hers filled a need within her, healing her wounded heart. A sound emerged from her throat, less than a whimper but more than a moan.

  Edward’s deep masculine groan, and the way he tightened his hold on her for just a moment, spoke to an emotional part of her that had been starved for attention for far too long.

  She loved, and she needed, and she wanted more than anything to show him—to show them both—how much they meant to her.

  Carol placed a kiss on his chest, just a light little buss close to but not touching one of his nipples.

  “Mmm.”

  The tiny nubbin grew taut and his hips undulated toward her, in what seemed like an unconscious movement on his part. I guess that answers the question about men’s nipples being sensitive. To test the theory, she moved so she could rise above him, and then she sucked one of his nipples into her mouth.

  “Yes.” Edward combed his fingers through her hair, his touch gentle. She could feel him trembling. I’m doing that. The knowledge flowed like warm honey through her veins.

  “I need you inside me.” She raised herself up so she could look down at him. Then she moved her hand, slid it down his body, and wrapped it around his cock. She stroked him slowly, firmly, relishing the caress.

  His cock feels like hot silk over steel. The flesh of his cock in her hand felt just exactly that way. It amazed her, and it drew her. “I want you inside me but I don’t want to cause you any pain.”

  “I don’t mind.”

  He said that so fast that Carol chuckled, even as she shook her head.

  Edward reached up and stroked the side of her face with his finger. “Then ride me, love.” His chocolate gaze pinned her. Need, want, lust, they all flashed in his eyes and, she imagined, ran hot through his veins. Then his look softened and she knew the right word, the only word to describe how he looked at her. He looked at her with love.

  Warren had told her they loved her, and he’d said it as if in passing. She hadn’t said it back to them yet. They hadn’t had a moment that she would consider to be a declarative moment, but that didn’t matter. She loved, and she needed to please him. She needed to please them both.

  He wanted her to ride him and she had a pretty good idea what he meant by that.

  Warren handed her a condom and she wasted no time getting that little package open. It wasn’t hard to figure out how to put the latex on him. Soon, she was smoothing the condom in place, enjoying the extra silkiness under her fingertips.

  “I’m going to come in your hand.” Edward’s low growl was punctuated by the way his cock seemed to grow within her grasp.

  Carol straddled him, careful not to jar his left shoulder. She raised herself up and reached beneath her for his cock.

  Edward closed his hand around hers and helped her center him right where she needed him.

  They both groaned when she slid down onto him, taking him into her cunt. His hand on her hip and his soft groan gave her all the instruction she needed. Moving on him, Carol closed her eyes and simply enjoyed him.

  “Damn, that’s hot to watch.” Warren edged closer.

  She opened her eyes and then blushed just a little when she saw that his gaze was riveted on where his brother’s cock disappeared into her body.

  “It feels hot.” She looked from Warren to Edward. “You feel so hot, and so good inside me,” she said. Though a novice in this position, she began to move, instinct guiding her. He wanted her to ride him, and she decided to think of him as her own personal stallion. A nice, gentle lope first. Rising and falling again and again she found a rhythm reminiscent of an afternoon’s excursion on horseback.

  She now understood that expression about a man being “good in the saddle.”

  Their gazes met and held and Carol thought that, in itself, was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced.

  Edward cupped her right breast in his right hand. Warren reached over and cupped her left one. They squeezed gently, and Warren plucked at her nipple, pinching it lightly, making her clit quiver. She loved having both men’s hands on her at the same time. She closed her eyes and imagined more than just both sets of hands on her body.

  She wasn’t completely without knowledge. She needed to know if what she’d heard was true, or not, though. “I’ve heard stories.”

  “What kind of stories, beautiful?” Edward smoothed his hand down her side, then caressed her ass. His left hand rested on her right hip, and she felt held—she felt cherished.

  “That I could have both of your cocks inside me, at the same time.”

  “You can.”

  She looked over in time to see that Warren’s cock seemed to like that idea as it flexed, and bobbed against his belly.

  “There’s actually a couple of ways we can do that,” Ed said. “One is for you
to have one of our cocks in your mouth and the other in your cunt.”

  “Mm, yes please.” She’d discovered Edward’s flavor and wanted to claim Warren’s in the same way. She looked down at his cock and licked her lips.

  “The other way is for one of us to fuck your ass while the other fucks your pussy.” Warren’s tone had deepened. He pinched her nipple just a bit harder and Carol could have sworn she felt her pussy gush around Edward’s cock.

  Was it the bite of pain or the dirty talk? She thought that it maybe was a bit of both.

  “Do that again,” Edward said to his brother. “Carol really liked that.”

  Warren pinched her nipple again, and Carol couldn’t help the moan of pleasure.

  “I want everything.” She moved her hips. Riding a bit faster now, edging from a lope into a canter. Not a gallop. Not yet. “I want you both at the same time, and I want you separately. I want to grab all this hotness and hold it close.”

  Her gaze slid from the brother whose cock was in her pussy to the one whose cock was now in his own hand.

  She met Warren’s gaze and licked her lips again. She’d already spoken more boldly than she had in all her life. She said, “Please.”

  Warren levered himself up, placed one knee on the bed while he bent the other to place his foot flat on the mattress close to his brother’s head.

  Then he edged nearer so that his cock pulsed and leaked only inches from her face.

  “Suck, baby. Suck my cock. Let’s all come together.”

  Chapter 13

  Carol bent toward Warren, shivering when he combed his fingers through her hair and cupped the back of her head.

  Edward held her hips as if to keep her from moving off his body, and between the two of them she experienced the opposing sensations of feeling controlled, and yet powerful. She didn’t understand how the brothers Jessop could make her feel both at the same time, but they did, and she loved it.

  Civilization melted away. Nothing existed but this moment, this bed and these men. Carol didn’t think, she simply gave and took and felt.

  She used her tongue to gather the tiny drop of liquid glistening at the tip of Warren’s cock. She nuzzled him, breathing him in right where his hard shaft rose from the nest of curls surrounding it.

  “Lord, woman, you’re driving me crazy. Suck my cock, baby.”

  Laughter floated from her soul, soft and low and sensual. Did that wicked sound really come from me? Carol Ashwood, former virgin, had laughed like a sultry, sexy siren.

  Nothing could have thrilled her more.

  Trusting Edward to keep her from falling over, she fisted Warren’s cock and gave him two good, firm pumps, and then sucked his cock right into her mouth.

  Warren inhaled through his teeth, and she loved that sound, loved knowing she’d caused him to do that.

  All of her senses came alive with the salty-musky taste of him on her tongue. His flavor differed from his brothers slightly, yet its effect on her was exactly the same.

  Sucking Warren’s cock got her as hot as sucking Edward’s had.

  Carol surrendered to the emotions and to the physical sensations racing through her. She turned off thought and followed instinct, moving her hips back and forth, changing the motion with which she fucked one lover. Her right hand, fingers splayed, rested on Edward’s chest while her left held fast to Warren’s hot, hard shaft. The scent of her juices reached her, and as she fucked and sucked, she closed her eyes and surrendered to the moment.

  The men moaned and groaned and drew in air through their teeth, making a desperate hissing sound, telling her how well she pleased them. She opened her eyes and smiled down at Edward, her lips wrapped around Warren’s cock.

  He’d been watching her suck his brother, but with her teasing glance to him, his brown eyes widened, nostrils flared, and the grip on her hips tightened. Edward took over the fucking motions, holding her as he thrust his cock up and into her.

  Daring to be bolder, she took her hand off Edward’s chest and used it to cup Warren’s balls.

  He’d said they should come together and Carol wanted, very much, to do what he’d asked.

  “I’m close, sweetheart.” Warren bent over her, stroking her back with a hand not quite steady. “Will you let me shoot into your mouth? Will you drink my cum?”

  She couldn’t answer him in words, because she didn’t want to release his cock even long enough to do that. Instead, she closed her eyes, hummed her pleasure at the prospect of making him come, and drew long and hard on his cock.

  “Oh, Carol, yes!” Warren’s groan sent a shiver down her spine. She felt his balls draw up, go hot and hard, and then his cock began to quiver.

  His shout of triumph accompanied the first stream of his seed into her mouth. Strong and pungent, his semen coated her throat and she swallowed every spurt he gave her. This was the first time she’d sampled a man’s seed, and she had no time to think about it. All she could do was swallow stream after stream of his cum as it shot into her mouth.

  The best part, definitely, was the satisfaction she experienced in making Warren come. She loved making both of her men feel good. She especially loved it when, like now, one of them would be leaning on her, gasping for breath and trembling from the pleasure she gave him.

  Warren tilted her face toward him. “Lady, you blow my mind.”

  “That was your mind?”

  Beneath her, Edward bounced with his laughter. Warren, too, laughed even as he was trying to regain his breath.

  “I think you need a spanking, young lady. For the cheek, and for making me come first. We were going to do that together.”

  “I agree she needs to be paddled,” Edward said. “But let’s talk about that later.” He thrust up into her hard. “We’ll take turns smacking her ass.”

  Carol giggled. Why did their talking about her like that—as if she was someone to be disciplined—and their talking about spanking her, get her even more excited than she already was?

  “When a man has a woman riding his cock, he really doesn’t want her to giggle,” Edward said.

  “But I’m having a really good time.” Carol pouted, just to see what he’d do.

  Edward grinned, molded her hips in a firmer grip, and said, “You can help me have a really good time, too, baby. Fuck me. Make me come.” Then he thrust up into her. He set a pace that left no room for doubt that he intended to ensure that he reached his climax.

  Laughter melted into hot and sensuous moans of sexual pleasure. Warren laid down on the bed beside them, his gaze riveted once more to where she and Edward were joined. Edward continued to thrust up into her, moving her in such a way that her clit brushed against the hair nestling his shaft. Tiny shivers began to skitter through her as her arousal climbed higher, and higher still.

  Dancing just out of reach, rapture teased her, keeping her nerves taut and her senses needy. She whimpered, hunger gnawing at her soul. She leaned forward and placed both hands on his chest, careful to not put pressure near his injured shoulder.

  “I want to come.” She moved with him, grinding herself against him when he brought her down, moving her hips in a circular motion, reaching, reaching.

  “You want to come all over my cock? You want to gush your cream all over me? Do you, baby?”

  He’d reduced her to a mindless craving, to inarticulate sounds that communicated to them both on a very primal level.

  “Do you?”

  The growl made her open her eyes, made her focus, made her see him just exactly as he was. Edward’s brown eyes pinned her in place, the demand he’d spoken reflected in their fathomless depths. Soft, gentle, and cajoling had been replaced by a hard-edged, impassioned dominance.

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me, Carol. Tell me now.”

  “Yes, I want to come on your cock. Yes, I want to cream all over you, I want my juices to gush out of my cunt and onto you.”

  Without taking his gaze from hers he lifted one hand, and sucked his thumb and fore
finger into his mouth. She saw his saliva glistening on them when he pulled them out, and felt the heat of his mouth still on them when he used them to tease and caress her clit.

  “Then do it. Come on me. Do it now.”

  “Oh, God!” The climax she’d been stretching to reach came rushing at her, a tidal wave of electric thrills that made her scream, and made her cream, and made her shiver as beat after beat of pleasure flooded her.

  She heard his shout, and felt the pulsing of his cock inside her cunt. The heat of his seed as it filled the condom and pressed against her cervix pulled her into another free fall. He eased her down until she lay upon him, and held her while every atom in her body exploded with a surfeit of ecstasy.

  * * * *

  “Do you remember that? That was you and me just a few months ago. Brings back memories, doesn’t it?”

  Warren recognized the tone of the teasing in Grant’s voice long before the words kicked in. He already had a pretty good idea what he would see as he left the kitchen in the firehouse and headed toward the hall that would take him to the vehicle bay.

  Ed was standing with his hands in his pockets staring out the front door, likely looking in the direction of the Lusty Glow Day Spa. It was early yet, and they’d only dropped Carol off for work a half hour before.

  Warren grinned, because his cousins were standing just a few feet behind his brother, and they were making sighing sounds—overly dramatic sighing sounds that he doubted, very much, Ed even heard.

  “What do you mean a few months ago?” Warren asked. “I caught Andrew doing that last Friday and you, Grant, doing the same damn thing yesterday.”

  Grant laughed. “Okay, busted. I guess we’re all of us besotted fools,” he said.

  “We are at that,” Ed said. He looked over his shoulder and gave Warren a nod, then looked at his two cousins. “It’s a relief to know that when I’m as old as you are, I’ll still be capable of being a besotted fool.”

  “Hey, little cousin, you’re not that much younger than we are.”

  “It just seems like decades stand between us, I guess.”