Maizy the Bear Charmer [Divine Creek Ranch 16] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  A slight frown puckered her eyebrows for a second and a soft moan escaped her lips. She rolled her hips and her single whispered word, “Yes,” brought a smile to his face.

  Spencer quietly said, “She talks in her sleep?”

  Heath grinned. “Mmm-hmm, sounds like it, doesn’t it? Whatever it is, she wants it.”

  Cody stroked her slit and bit his lip to keep from groaning when his thumb slid through her copious slick juices and in between her lips. She was hot and ready for more. All the proof he needed came when she whispered, “Yes,” again.

  He slowly sat up, very aware of the insistent bulge throbbing at his groin and slowly turned and angled her so she lay back on the soft, cushioned ottoman, her dark curls spread all around her shoulders.

  Spencer’s jaw dropped when she sighed luxuriantly, tilting her head back, and let him maneuver her so that she was spread out on it, her hands curled up by her shoulders. Cody stroked her legs as he spread them so he could see her beautiful, very definitely aroused pussy. She was dripping with her juices. He felt like a man with a feast laid out before him.

  Heath moved so he could see better, and Spencer did likewise. Heath said, “That must be one hot dream she’s having.”

  Cody replied, “It’s about to get even better.”

  The men let him handle her, which was what they’d agreed upon, but he wouldn’t have minded if they wanted to touch her or kiss her while he played with her. He was fascinated by how deeply she was sleeping, yet so responsive, as he stroked her inner thighs and lifted her feet to the seat cushions on either side of his legs. He supported her spread thighs with his arms around her hips as he leaned forward and kissed the top of her mound and worked his way down to the juicy, slick flesh below. She tasted tangy and sweet, like a perfectly ripe peach. All woman, and all his. All theirs.

  She let out a shuddering sigh and flexed her hips in his hands. He kissed her lips and slid his tongue into her entrance and stroked until her pussy swelled and leaked with more of her sweet, translucent cream. With one hand he held her outer lips open and then slid his tongue up and down on either side of her engorged clit. He could feel her pulse against his tongue and he very gently pulled the swollen flesh into his mouth, sucking and tonguing her until she grew restless and her body tightened all around him.

  “Oh, Cody,” she crooned and he glanced up and could see her eyes were open. She reached out and stroked his head and his jaw as Heath and Spencer drew close and whispered encouragingly to her. “I thought I was dreaming but oh, this is so good. Don’t stop,” she pleaded, sounding more awake as her flexing hips gained momentum.

  He squeezed her butt cheeks in each hand and held her still as he feasted on her, sending her over the edge as her sweet juices covered his tongue and her cries filled the room. He groaned, vibrating his tongue against her clenching flesh until she was completely finished, and made a mental note that she seemed to enjoy the light restraint of his hands on her ass cheeks.

  She lay panting on the ottoman and smiled up at him and the guys, and then sighed, looping her arms loosely around their shoulders. Spencer caught Cody’s eye and he nodded. She giggled when Spencer lifted her in his arms from the ottoman and they returned to the love seat. His cock was just as erect as Cody’s and Heath’s but it was obvious that he cared more about the woman in his arms.

  That was why Cody believed their relationship could work. Because they’d all gotten to the point in their lives where their dicks no longer ruled their actions.

  * * * *

  Spencer laid Maizy lengthwise on the love seat with her upper body reclining against the pillows he’d placed there. Lifting her legs, he laid them on his lap and began caressing them. She was almost more than he could take in, lying there looking so sexy and flushed, the soft expression on her beautiful face a direct result of all their erotic attention.

  Stroking his right biceps, she gazed up at him as if he was the only man in the room. She had a unique ability for doing that and he didn’t think she was even aware of it. He’d been slightly surprised when she’d chosen to sit with him, considering that she’d spent time with him alone that afternoon, but he’d been happy about it, too. She’d let him feed her which had seemed to turn her on a little, going by the way she’d occasionally squirmed in his lap.

  “Feel good, baby?”

  Her smile reached her eyes and she breathed deep as she stretched like a lithe cat, lifting her arms over the end of the love seat and arching her back. His cock throbbed unmercifully at the purring sound she made, and he sensed his brothers reacting to her as well. As she relaxed again, he lifted her right foot and stroked her ankle and her heel. “Are your feet ticklish?”

  She nodded. “A bit. Why? Are you going to tickle me?” She tried to tug her foot from his hand, her body tensing up, and he shook his head.

  “No. I don’t want to do anything that tickles. I don’t want you tense.”

  She let out a long breath and nodded at him as he handled her foot gently and used firm strokes around the arch and instep until she relaxed. She stroked his biceps and watched as he tugged at her toes and slid his hand over the ball of her foot, stretching her toes back. She smiled at him and he switched to the other foot and repeated the simple caresses.

  When he was finished she was lying still and watching him. He saw the uncertainty and surprise in her eyes as he shifted to face her and lifted her right foot again and pressed his lips against her arch. Her dark eyebrows arched, a little furrow forming between them, and she opened her mouth as if to protest but she stilled as his eyelids slid closed. He heard her make a hesitant sound and she flexed her foot in his hand but he wouldn’t let go, willing her to just go with it.

  “Spencer, you don’t have to…ohhh.”

  It brought a smile to his face when she relaxed and he pressed his lips against the underside of her foot again. He worked his way forward to the ball of her foot, careful to not use too light a touch.

  “Spencer, you don’t have to do that,” she whispered but he noted that she didn’t pull away so he made a negative sound in his throat and kept going. He brushed his lower lip against the underside of her big toe and she inhaled deeply. He licked the spot and then blew a stream of warm air over it and she moaned softly. The rustling sound told him she was having a hard time holding still.

  He slid the tip of his tongue between her big toe and second toe and she hissed, a sound that could only signal pleasure, making him smile again. He teased the delicate flesh between each of her toes with warm flicks of his tongue followed by streams of warm breath blown on the wet tongue tracks. When he returned to her big toe and enveloped it into his mouth she cried out and inched her body closer to him, making him smile.

  “Spencer, I’ve never…Holy moly. That feels so good.”

  He stroked one hand slowly up her shin while he used the other to hold her foot to his lips. A shudder rippled through her when he sucked on her toe and he wondered if it was because she liked that or the fact that he was sliding his hand ever closer to her wet pussy.

  “Oh yes. Yes, please.”

  Stroking the top of her inner thigh, he laid his hand on her pussy, surprising her, and he grinned again. She’d expected him to stop and tease his way up the other thigh, too. She was coming to understand them.

  He gave her what she needed—what she was begging for—and stroked his thumb into her silky wetness and groaned with pleasure. He moved on from one toe to the next, teasing and sucking them into his mouth and nibbling at the tender undersides until she made a cute squeaky noise. Her cunt was slick and hot, and he recalled the way she’d taken him inside her early that morning. She’d been unbelievably tight and so hot that he’d broken into a sweat. He actually broke into a sweat right then just from thinking about it and from feeling her under his fingers.

  She made a pleading sound as he slowly pumped his thumb in and out and he could hear the wet slip and slide as he played with her and kept his eyes closed, tormenting himself,
wanting to watch her being pleasured but enjoying all the sensations just the same. His hand was soaked with her hot juices as she undulated against his hand.

  He laid her right leg over his lap and lifted the other leg that had been trembling against his side the whole time and used his right hand to hold her foot to his lips as he kissed her arch. His tongue slid over her juices that coated his fingers and he growled softly at the scent and taste of her, recalling the silkiness of her pussy under his tongue the night before. Hers were the sweetest lips he’d ever tasted.

  He teased the underside of her toes with the tip of his tongue, alternating with streams of hot breath as he caressed her mound and strummed her clit with his thumb, taking his time and drawing out her pleasure. She panted and rubbed against him. He growled softly, and she pleased him very much when she stilled so he could play.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I know you want to come.”

  She made a cute little pouty sound and he had to open his eyes to look, and what a sight she was. Her head was tilted back on the pillow, her curls in wild disarray all around her. She was painted in shadows from the dimmed lighting and she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Her full breasts swayed with her panting, the dark rose nipples tightly peaked.

  He slid his thumb into her cunt as he continued sucking her toes and found her G-spot. In her highly aroused state it was easy to locate because she sucked in a breath and cried out as she reached out for him. Her grasp tightened on his biceps but her hand slipped, leaving white-hot scratch marks from her fingernails. He growled again, actually enjoying the sensation.

  He strummed her G-spot as he suckled her remaining toes, enjoying her slow rise to orgasm, made evident by the ever-higher cries coming from her lips. “Oh, don’t stop! Please, please, please!”

  He held her foot in the palm of his hand and pressed kisses over the instep and then raked his teeth along her arch as he applied pressure to her swollen clit and rocked his thumb over her G-spot and felt her orgasm detonate inside her. Her cunt flooded with silky hot juices and he stayed with her, rubbing her G-spot and clit simultaneously as she bucked against his hand, crying out in ecstasy, until she went limp, panting and gulping for air.

  “Holy fuck,” Heath said as he sat back on the couch.

  Cody made a rumbling sound that Spencer took as agreement. Her breathing quieted as he stroked her thighs and her abdomen, giving her a chance to recover. He felt like a glutton as he licked her cream from his fingertips. His cock throbbed with need and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to resist if she straddled his lap right then, like she had the night before.

  They’d agreed before he’d gone to get her that afternoon that sex with all three of them once on the first day was enough. As it was, they hadn’t intended to go there with her so soon. He’d agreed because he really didn’t want her to be sore. He couldn’t stand the thought of hurting her.

  He stroked her shoulder and the underside of her jaw and helped her sit up. In a husky, slightly hoarse voice, she said, “What time is it?”

  Spencer glanced to the clock on the wall in the kitchen and said, “Nine.”

  She made a sad mewing sound. “I was afraid of that. I need to go home.”

  “We know, baby,” Cody said as he came to stand beside her.

  “I knew you wouldn’t take me to bed, but I at least wanted to help you feel good as well.” She suddenly seemed a little unsure as she looked from one to the other of them. “How will I ever get good at taking care of you if you won’t let me?”

  Cody and Heath squatted down so they weren’t towering over her anymore. Cody caressed her abdomen and said, “Maizy, honey, you did make us feel good. For now, we want to take it slow and take care of you. And not every date has to end in orgasm.”

  Spencer thought her pouty lip was the cutest damn thing when she frowned. “I think I should get a vote in that, too. You won’t break me, you know. I’m pretty resilient.”

  Cody winked at her and stood as he said, “Still, we’re not rushing this. I’ll get your clothes.”

  Heath helped her up from the love seat and said, “I know how you feel but we want to do things a certain way for a reason. We want you to know you’re special.”

  “I do feel special, Heath. Next time I come over I’m jumping your bones and no one is stopping me.” She turned to Spencer as he stood, and she said, “You, too, Mr. Magic Fingers. I never knew my feet were so sensitive or that there was a hot line between my toes and my pussy but damned if there isn’t.” Cody was smiling as he came from the dining room with her tote bag and her change of clothing. “Same goes for you, Mr. Bossy. If I didn’t have to teach school in the morning, I’d stay and have my wicked way with all three of you.”

  Spencer grinned at her agitation on their behalf and kissed her. “I’ll get the keys and take you home.”

  Maizy craned her neck to look up at the three of them as she pulled on her clean underwear and shimmied very sexily into her bra. “I can’t believe that two hours have gone by so fast.”

  Cody chuckled and said something in reply that Spencer couldn’t make out as he went down the hall.

  He stopped in his bedroom and stripped the pajama pants off and slung on jeans. It didn’t seem like a good idea to walk her to her front door with an obvious boner seeking her out like a divining rod. The jeans were incredibly uncomfortable and only made worse because he was going commando. Suck it up, buttercup.

  When Spencer came back into the room with Heath’s keys, she was in Cody’s arms kissing him, with her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. Spencer couldn’t resist stroking her warm back. Cody pecked her nose one more time and set her down so she could say good night to Heath.

  Heath chuckled as he lifted her, too, and she giggled and whispered to him. He looked at her with reverence and nodded, the teasing gone from his eyes. When he kissed her, he went deep, growling as he stroked her long curly hair before sliding his arms around her bare back and groaning as he squeezed her.

  She was wobbly and flushed when Heath finally set her on her feet and hurried to put on the rest of her clothing and slipped her socks and sneakers back on.

  “I’m ready, Spencer.” She looked up at him with flushed cheeks and her ebony curls falling wild all around her. He wondered for a second if he was hallucinating. Had they really found her? Was he just asleep and having a torturous, wishful dream? She went to him, a serious look on her face, and stroked his chest. “You okay?”

  The concern in her voice made him smile, as she reached up to him. It pleased him that she liked being lifted and held in their arms like that. There was at least a twelve inch differential in their height, and if she wanted him to hold her to him while he kissed her, that was fine by him. He lifted her and she laid her hands on his shoulders and squeezed his waist with her thighs, hooking her feet at the ankles, and looked back at the guys. “Good night, my bears.”

  “Can you come over tomorrow night?” Heath asked. “I’ll be off while Cody, Spencer, and Ryan are at work.”

  She looked at Cody and Spencer. “That’s okay, right? That’s how it’ll work?”

  Cody nodded and handed Spencer her tote bag. “You’re welcome at our house any night you want to come over.”

  “I can’t come over every night but I could do that sometimes. I’d love to see you tomorrow night, Heath. Good night!” she called, giggling as she snagged Cody’s dress shirt she’d worn earlier from the top of the love seat as they passed it, and Spencer carried her out the door.

  She gave a happy sigh and laid her head on his shoulder as he carried her to Heath’s truck and helped her in on the passenger side. The ache in his balls intensified and he groaned, rearranging his cock as he walked around the front of the truck.

  “Are you okay?” she asked as he climbed into the driver’s seat, started the truck, and put it in gear.

  “Yeah, I’ll be fine, baby.” He tried to be subtle about it as he shifted in his seat, hoping to ease t
he pressure on his balls.

  After a few minutes, she sighed and said, “I don’t like this, Spencer.”

  He glanced at her in the passenger seat. “Baby, we don’t want you unhappy but we also don’t want you to feel used.”

  “What will you do?” There was no need to pretend that he didn’t know what she meant.

  “Hot shower,” he murmured as they were enveloped in the darkness along the road leading to Divine.

  “Do you think I’m a slut?”

  Where the hell did that come from? “No! What?” He probably looked like he’d had the shit shocked out of him.

  “Do you want me right now?”

  “God, yes. But, baby, you gotta understand why we’re doing this.”

  “Help me understand.”

  “We want more with you than just sex. We’re trying to build a foundation for something that’ll last.”

  “Are you afraid I’ll bolt if all three of you want me?”

  “No, we’re afraid you’ll bolt if you think that sex is all we want you for. I wish Cody was here. He could explain it better than me. Baby, I’m gonna be blunt. We’ve had very active sex lives. Very active. Individually, and together. Do you understand?”

  “You’ve shared before?” She looked like the thought made her uncomfortable so he pushed forward to get beyond it.

  “We’ve got a lot of experience, including with sharing. We’re tired of fucking around. We want something that lasts. We settled in Divine, hoping to put down some roots where our choice to share a woman could become a reality. Then we met you. I know the circumstances aren’t ideal for you, with your job, but what we feel for you is real. Doesn’t matter that it started with just seeing you dancing and Heath being sure we’d find you. I felt something deep for you the moment I made eye contact with you in the coffee shop. We don’t want to risk fucking up what’s developing between us because you get the impression that we only want you for sex. Believe me, baby, we want sex…a lot of it. We’re just not letting our cocks dictate our actions anymore.”