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

by Cara Covington

  “Indeed,” Warren said. “But Edward and I have already decided that there will be no rest for any of us this night, so the point is moot. And should you get cold, why, then we will be your blankets this evening.”

  “You’re being forward, sir, to make such a bawdy suggestion.”

  “And you, Lady Caroline, have been far too haughty a young miss all this long day.” Warren placed his hands on her arms, as if he would hold her fast. He eased her back against him and then bent to her and inhaled her fragrance. Just that simply, her knees went weak. She’d never even considered role-playing games in the bedroom. But she had read about them in some of the magazines they’d had at the nail boutique in Abilene. She had no difficulty with the concept, and was personally delighted they’d decided to sweep her away to Regency England.

  Carol began to get into her role. “And you, sir, need to remember your station. A word to my father, and you will lose not only your job, but your freedom as well. They will toss you into Newgate and throw away the key.”

  “You’ve been threatening us all day, my lady. But now, me thinks, ’tis time for you to learn which of us is the better…and which of us needs to learn her place.”

  “Whatever do you mean by such cryptic talk, sir?”

  “We would much rather show you that than tell you, Lady Caroline. But if it’s words you need, then we’ll give them to you,” Warren said.

  “Come the morrow you will know beyond doubt that we are your masters and your place is naked, between us, in whichever manner we choose to display you.” Edward combed his fingers through her hair, and then grabbed hold. He tilted her head back so that she had no choice but to look at him. He lowered his head slowly, the fire in his gaze exciting to her.

  “Oh, help, help,” she whispered. “I’m about to be ravished!”

  Edward grinned, and then laid his smile on her lips. His other hand cupped her chin and she felt completely controlled in a way that thrilled her.

  Carol had been a voracious reader of many different genres of books, but especially she’d loved to read romance. She’d considered it her personal quest to completely overcome her dyslexia, at the same time entertaining herself. Having read both more recently written historical romance novels as well as some of the “bodice rippers” her sisters had grown up on, she’d had fantasies, despite the fact that she’d been a virgin.

  Having worked in an industry that catered to women, that encouraged confidences and whimsical conversations, she knew she wasn’t alone in entertaining certain fantasies, either.

  Even in these modern times, when no one questioned a woman’s right to self-determination, the concept of being captured by a handsome rogue—or two—and having seduction forced upon her and then being ravished until dawn made for a powerful sexual fantasy.

  Her thoughts splintered as Edward’s lips slid softly against hers. His heat and his taste, the wet and wanton glide and the succulent seduction of his mouth on hers wooed her completely. He controlled the kiss as he controlled her and all she could do was submit—submit and let him do what he would.

  Edward weaned his lips from hers and moved the hand that cupped her face down until he was stroking over the buttons of her chemise. “The moment I saw you in this, my lady, I wanted nothing more than to slip these buttons from their moorings and peel this cotton off of your delectable body.”

  “I should fight you, sir, but my body betrays me. Tiny flames of excitement are licking at me in the most wicked of places. My limbs feel heavy, as if their starch has been replaced by the hottest, sweetest wine.”

  “You’re aroused, sweet one,” Warren said. “Let us show you how wonderful being between us can be.”

  Words failed her, for her mind had stopped working. But her body knew the joy these men could bestow, and so she gave over and gave in. When Warren stroked her back she leaned into him, lifted her face, and opened her mouth under his.

  She drank him in, her tongue dancing with his in a rhythm felt, not heard, a rhythm that pounded in her heart and pulsed through her veins.

  Her body trembled, and when cool air replaced the warm cotton covering her, she shivered in anticipation. She felt her pussy become damp, as it readied itself to receive their cocks.

  “Do you know that when you’re wet, we can smell you? It’s an intoxicating aroma, something that overrides our minds and our logic, and just shoots straight to our cocks.”

  Warren’s words thrilled her. The way his arms came around her from behind let her know his intentions.

  When he picked her up and laid her on the bed, she sighed. And when both men skimmed out of their pants and stretched out beside her, their hard, naked cocks brushing her hips, she knew that pleasure, rich, pure pleasure, was soon going to be hers.

  “I need you to touch me.” She would leave the trembling, stranded maiden behind for now, for another day. There were words she needed to say to these men. “You seem to always know what it is that I need. You touch me and I fly. And I need to touch you, too. You make me feel so…so powerful as a woman when you respond to my touch.”

  “It’s because we love you…and you love us.” Warren laid a string of kisses down the left side of her face, down her neck and to just above her breasts. “What we feel for you is so amazing, it trumps everything, love. It overcomes our fears and our feelings of inadequacy. It makes us stronger and better.”

  “When we finally came to collect you that first night, and you smiled at us, we knew…we knew we weren’t alone in our feelings. We knew you already cared for and about us. That certainty made everything good. It made everything right.”

  “You make us feel like strong, powerful men, Carol. And you complete us.”

  Kisses and soft caresses accompanied their softly whispered words, and Carol’s heart soared with each press of lips, and each feather-light touch. Their words thrilled her and empowered her.

  They made her better, too.

  “Love me. I want you both so much.”

  Edward ranged over her, turned her face toward him, and kissed her. She used her left hand to encircle his neck, her fingers combing through the soft blond strands of his hair. “Will you let me take your ass tonight, baby?”

  Every time they made love, one of them played with her ass. They knew how aroused she got when they did that, and each time she’d hinted that she wanted to feel them inside her that way, they’d put her off. They’d said she wasn’t ready, and then they’d shown her how very good preparation could feel.

  “Yes. Oh, yes, I’ve wanted to feel you that way. Please.” Dirty talk was difficult for her, but she didn’t let that stop her. She reached up and caressed Edward’s face. “I’ve been waiting to feel your cock in my ass. Fuck me.”

  His eyes widened, the heat of her words obviously affecting him. “I will. First, I want you to show Warren some love. Let him know how much he means to you, Carol.”

  The tone of command, the uncompromising words coming from her gentle, jovial lover added a zing to her arousal. Oh, she’d never been so excited, so…horny. She turned on her side and then simply climbed on top of Warren.

  “How do you want me?” Carol was determined to give him whatever he craved.

  He reached down and cupped her face. She obeyed his silent urge, and rose up, laying her mouth on his. His flavor became hers, just as he’d become hers. The spice of his arousal fed hers, and blended with Edward’s taste on her tongue to create her very own tangy appetizer.

  Then Warren eased his lips from hers. “I want you every single way I can have you, sweetheart. But right now you have me so damn triggered. Fuck me, love. Sheath me, and then climb on top me and ride me. Make me come inside of you.”

  Chapter 16

  Edward handed her one of the two condoms he’d taken from the drawer. She leaned over and kissed him. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and she sucked on his for a moment before releasing him. His grin matched her mood completely and she met it with one of her own.

  Then she mov
ed down on Warren’s body just enough so she could reach his cock. He was already hard, the shaft hot and slick to her touch, the bulbous head slightly purple, with a tiny drop of pre-cum glistening to let her know he was ready for her. Still grinning, she bent, and quickly swiped that little pearl with her tongue.

  “Lord, woman, you are such a siren.”

  “Everything I know I learned from you.”

  “Nope, I think some women are just born with the knowledge. All it takes is an intuitive lover—or two—to awaken her.”

  “Okay. Either way it’s the two of you who’ve turned me into a sex addict.”

  Warren laughed. “You’re not addicted to sex, sweetheart. You’re addicted to us and I thank God for it.”

  She rolled the condom onto his cock, using her hand to smooth it down the length of his shaft a few times, just to make sure it was solidly in place.

  “I’m going to come in your hand if you keep that up. Get up here. I want to come in your cunt.”

  Carol crawled up his body. She squeaked slightly when he lifted her and brought her down over his cock. Sometimes she forgot just how strong he was. Reaching down, she centered his latex-covered cock right where she needed it and then sighed when he lowered her, and his cock slid into her.

  “This feels so damn good.” It was just shocking how cuss words had begun to slip into her vocabulary. Carol nearly giggled at the thought, but just then Warren flexed his cock inside of her—like an intimate sort of “hello” and she shivered as more Eros rained down upon her.

  “It should feel good, always.” Warren began to move her on him, using his grip on her hips to lift her and then bring her down again in a slow, measured rhythm. “But sometimes, sometimes there will be a bit of discomfort—or even pain. That, too, can be all right, under the proper circumstances.”

  “Like a spanking?” She’d overheard Chloe talking to Ginny last week and had caught the words paddle and spanking and good. The look on her boss’s face had assured her that if she had indeed received a spanking it had been a very enjoyable experience.

  She’d been really curious ever since.

  “Ah, baby, have we told you lately how perfect you are for us? Swear to God my cock just got bigger inside of you.”

  “I know it did, and thank you for that.”

  “We can discuss spankings later. You’ve distracted me, sweetheart. I was talking about the pain you may feel when Edward breaches your pretty little anus and begins to fuck your ass right after I’m finished fucking your delectable little pussy.”

  “I want you both inside me at the same time.” She knew it was possible—Chloe had been concerned for her lack of experience and had sat down, just like a proper big sister, and explained what all was possible when a woman had two lovers.

  “One step at a time, beautiful,” Edward said. He got on his knees beside her and kissed her cheek, close to her ear.

  “I love watching Warren fuck you. I can look in your eyes and his and see the rapture begin to take you both. I can see your pleasure and know your pleasure will be mine, next.”

  He looked down, watching her move on his brother’s cock, and that act aroused her even more. He stroked her back, a long and languorous sweep that ended with one of his fingers sliding between her butt cheeks. He did that a few more times, then withdrew his hand.

  His finger came back to her, coated in lube, and the silky caress made her tense her inner muscles.

  “Mmhmm, Carol. You like when one of us plays with your ass when the other one is fucking you, don’t you? I’m looking forward to sliding into that tight little back door of yours while Ed is where I am right now, balls deep into your cunt.”

  Their dirty talk inflamed her. Carol whimpered, and then lay down on Warren. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, shivering when the abrasion of his hair tickled her nipples. “Fuck me harder and faster, Warren. I want to come.”

  “Oh, baby, one of these days we’re going to tie you up and bring you so close to orgasm…and then let you wait for it.” Warren’s voice had deepened, his words sounding just a bit clipped the way they did when he was close to coming.

  “Oh yay, another role-playing game.” Carol hadn’t known she could purr until she’d begun to make love with these two men. She could feel her rapture calling to her. Warren continued to move her, to thrust up into her, and to manage to rub her clit with his pubic hair as he did so. Arousal grew sharp talons, a piercing kind of hunger that gnawed at her soul. She helped him, ground her hips against him and looked over her shoulder at Edward, who’d moved closer to them. His fingers had lube on them, and the sight of them, and the knowledge of what he was going to do with them made her whimper with need.

  “Kiss me, woman. Kiss me and come on me.” Warren fisted some of her hair, directing her head to him.

  Nearly desperate with need, she opened her mouth and kissed him, sucking his tongue into her mouth, stroking it, taking everything he had to give and giving everything he asked for in return.

  Edward’s fingers pressed against her rosette and the burn of them entering her, now both familiar and coveted, enticed and enraptured.

  He fucked his fingers in and out of her and she exploded in orgasm, the electric shock-like waves rushing over her body, drenching her in bliss. She screamed, breaking her kiss with Warren, burying her face in Warren’s neck as the climax consumed her.

  Warren cried out his own completion. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Inside her pussy she felt the pulsing of his ejaculation, and wished, for one moment, that there was no condom to prevent his seed from finding a nest within her.

  “Oh, God.” The pleasure kept getting better and better. Each time they were together, each time they touched her, made love to her, seemed to be deeper, and more exciting than the time before.

  Warren’s words echoed her own thoughts. “It keeps getting better.”

  “Watching the two of you, I’m triggered as hell.” Edward leaned forward and kissed her shoulder.

  She grumbled when they lifted her, so that Warren’s cock came out of her.

  “Just one of us at a time for now, love.” Edward’s comment reminded her that they’d already proven to her they wouldn’t compromise her comfort just to give her what she wanted.

  Their need to look after her was amazing and annoying at the same time.

  “Like this, love.” Edward arranged her on his brother, so she was half on and half off him.

  Warren lifted her face so that she could see him—and likely so he could see her expression. “If it gets to be too much, you tell us.” He stroked her chin. “We don’t want to hurt you. It doesn’t have to be tonight.”

  “I want Edward’s cock in my ass. Then I want yours there.”

  “One tonight, love. We’ve already decided.”

  Anyone who thinks these two are anything but very strong minded alpha males doesn’t know jack. She recalled how her sister, Mary, sometimes would worm her way around her husband, getting him to say yes even after he’d said no.

  These men would not be pushed, or moved.

  “You ready?” Edward’s fingers, with more lubricant, rubbed up and down over her anus.

  Her rosette felt as if it was responding to his touch, a kind of clenching motion that she whimsically likened to a finger, beckoning his cock to come closer. Even though she’d already had one fabulous orgasm, her greedy self was ready, her juices flowing, with the thought of another one waiting in the wings.

  She thought her anus might be so eager that it would be able to draw his cock inside all on its own.

  She met and held Warren’s gaze, and said, “Fuck me, Edward.”

  He moved then, drew closer to her and grasped her hips in his hands. He lifted, and she followed his direction, lifting her hips a little, offering him her ass.

  The heat of his condom covered cock brushed against her opening and she moaned, the arousal bubbling out of her, a fountain whose contents had been held back for too long. His fing
ers splayed and his thumbs pulled, spreading her ass cheeks, making more room for him to take her.

  Edward leaned forward, his cockhead now putting pressure on her anal opening, a pressure that slowly increased.

  She felt the burning, and her clit quivered and her pussy lips flexed, making her aware of her juices.

  “Mmm…more, please.”

  “Sweetheart, don’t rush him.” Warren used one finger to caress her cheek. “The first few times we do this, it could be really painful for you.”

  “I don’t care. I want us to be all joined as one. I want to have you both inside me at the same time so much.” How could she express the need she felt deep inside? What had begun as something that sounded intriguing when Chloe had told her about it had taken up more and more of her imagination. Now, she didn’t think that desire was even the right word to describe how she felt. Compulsion came closer.

  She no longer just wanted to have them, she had to have them.

  “We want that, too, baby. And we do care. We won’t hurt you. Hell, if we’re not careful we could damage you. We will not do that.”

  “You are so bossy. Oh! Oh, yes.” Edward had continued the pressure and now the head of his cock was inside her ass. Her sphincter had held tight and then eased, and the sensation of him slipping inside was simply indescribable.

  “Open your eyes, sweetheart,” Warren said.

  Carol hadn’t realized she’d closed them. She met his gaze, and understood that bossy he may be, but his concern—their concern—was all for her.

  “All right, love?” Edward sounded as if he was in pain.

  “It feels good. Really good. I want to push back against you.”

  “Please don’t, Carol. I’m trying to control…” He inhaled sharply when she flexed all her inner muscles, unable to resist the urge to give him a squeeze.

  “Sorry.” She grinned. “Maybe I should pant? You know, sort of like they teach women to do during those Lamaze classes?”

  “Would you like for us to take those, when the time is right?” Warren asked.