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

by Cara Covington

  “Woman, you have a first-rate mind.” Jeremiah tilted her head up. She met his gaze and felt her heart melt, just a little, at the emotions she saw in his eyes. “But for the rest of the night, why don’t you let that busy brain of yours rest. Let yourself just feel.”

  Making memories. “Yes, why don’t I do that little thing?” And then she smiled and looked from one man to the other.

  “Who’s next?” And she laughed, when they both answered together, “You are.”

  Jeremiah set the towel he’d used on her hair aside, and then walked over to the vanity. He opened the top drawer and grinned. “And I just found the perfect aid for act three.” He held up a tube of moisturizer.

  “You’re going to completely spoil me.”

  “Well now, you see, that’s the interesting part.” Eli lifted her off his lap, onto her feet. He stood, then took her hand in his and kissed it. “The more we spoil you, the greater our pleasure.”

  Eli walked over and snagged one of the big, warmed towels out of the dryer, and carried it into the bedroom. Jeremiah took hold of her hand, leading her into the bedroom behind him. Both men just stood and looked at the bed for a long moment.

  “I swear I never knew beds came in this size.”

  “As I said, it’s custom built. And in the interest of complete disclosure, I should tell you there’s an even larger size. My cousin Maggie has one of those, and so do my Aunt Samantha and Uncles Preston, Taylor, and Charles.”

  “So ménage marriages run in your family.”

  “And have done so since the 1890s.”

  “We’ll take that tour your mother offered us of the museum tomorrow. But right now, cupcake, we have other plans for you.”

  “Do you, now?” There was just something about the way Eli could look and sound both dark and dangerous that really got to her. She shivered, and when her nipples peaked they sent a message down to her pussy. The arousal that tingled there prompted her to clamp down on her inner muscles, as if she could hold that intoxicating sensation close.

  While Eli pulled the comforter and top sheet down and spread the towel on the bed, Jeremiah walked over to one of the bedside tables and opened the drawer. A low whistle told her he must have found the condoms.

  “You keep surprising me,” he said. He lifted out condoms, lube, and a pair of handcuffs.

  Nancy felt her face heat. “My cousin Rebecca is responsible for the supplies. I should have known she’d meant more than towels and soap when she said the master suite was fully stocked.”

  “You have the most interesting family,” Eli said.

  “I’m not going to argue with you.”

  “Good. Now on the towel, please, and on your stomach.”

  Nancy climbed up, and crawled to the center of the bed.

  “You have a really nice ass,” Jeremiah said.

  “Yeah, nice and big.”

  “Keep talking like that and you’ll get that spanking we’ve been talking about.” Eli moved up the bed on her right. “Your luscious, womanly curves turn us both on.”

  “You’re perfect for us, baby, just exactly the way you are. I guess we’re just going to have to keep showing you that and telling you that until you believe it.” Jeremiah laid down on her other side.

  Nancy stretched to the right so that she could kiss Eli. Then she turned to her left and kissed Jeremiah, too.

  She arranged herself on the towel. “Of course, giving me a spanking might not be such a bad thing. Y’all better adjust your thinking if you imagine I see that eventuality as a threat.”

  Both men made a grunting sound that she couldn’t begin to interpret. Into the silence came other sounds and a scent she could identify. The bottle of moisturizer had been opened, and they must have put generous dollops on their hands, because she heard the wet sound of their hands rubbing together as they warmed the lotion.

  The aroma of almonds and vanilla filled the air, a nice, comfy kind of smell.

  Eli and Jeremiah put their hands on her, and Nancy knew there was no longer any doubt. She’d found heaven. Caressing, stroking, squeezing, their hands worked magic on her until she wondered if she’d slip into sleep. Her arms and back, her bottom and legs, every inch of her was rubbed and massaged in a slow, soothing way until every single bit of tension inside her, mind and body, evaporated away.

  “Your skin feels so soft.” Eli’s tone held reverence. “You have no idea how good you feel under my hands. Honest to God, I’ve never been hornier in my life, but there’s this well of patience inside me right now. This feels so damn good I just want to keep touching you.”

  “She does feel good, doesn’t she? And this feels good, the three of us, together like this.” Jeremiah spoke to his friend as if she wasn’t right there, and she couldn’t work up the urge to protest, even a little.

  Normally Nancy hated that, as if she wasn’t worthy of being addressed. But tonight—this moment—it all did feel right. Lulled into a sweet sense of being coddled and pampered, Nancy sighed as with each stroke of a masculine hand the weight of worries and cares lessened and left her.

  Someone ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, letting his fingers stray ever so close to her slit, and just that quickly, lassitude evaporated, and arousal returned full force.

  Nancy made a humming sound at the back of her throat, and lifted her bottom, trying to chase that touch.

  Masculine chuckles were her reward. She didn’t mind. Needing more, needing to touch and taste and give a little pleasure in return for all she’d already received, she rolled over onto her back and reached for them.

  “Are you in a hurry there, cupcake?” Eli stretched out beside her, supporting his head on his hand as he looked up and down her body.

  “It’s true, I have no patience. My family calls me Hurricane Nancy.”

  “Do they?” Jeremiah stretched out on her left side.

  “They do, indeed.” Feeling cheeky and more than a little daring, Nancy looked at Eli, and then Jeremiah, and then looked down at their very hard, very ready, and very close-at-hand cocks.

  Chapter 7

  It was the simplest thing she’d ever done to reach out with each hand and surround a hot, hard cock.

  This has to be the most amazing thing in the world. Nancy marveled that a man’s cock could be so hard, and yet silky to the touch. Her grip firm, she began to stroke her lovers. Jeremiah moaned and thrust his cock into her hand. Drawn to look at Eli, she shivered at the way his gaze narrowed and arrowed right to the heart of her.

  I will never be able to worm my way around his will. It didn’t surprise her one bit that instead of feeling intimated or threatened by that certain knowledge, she felt relieved by it.

  “I love the feel of your cocks in my hands. Hot. Hard. Yet oh so soft.” She used her thumbs to swipe at identical drops of pre-cum. Wishing she could taste them right then, she couldn’t prevent her tongue moistening her lips.

  “Let’s see what you think of the sensation of my cock in your mouth.” Eli’s words thrilled her, as did his tone. She’d done enough reading and talking to one of her newly acquired Jessop cousins to understand just why that particular tone turned her on so much.

  Testing, she said, “Yes, Eli.”

  His eyes widened in surprised pleasure. “That’s right, cupcake. I’m the boss. Now suck me off, but don’t stop taking care of Jeremiah. I think he thinks your hand feels damn fine.”

  “It does feel damn fine.” Jeremiah moved closer, making it easier for her to do as Eli asked. She did let go of both men just long enough to roll onto her stomach once more, and get up on her knees. Then she reached out and captured those cocks again. She gave them both a couple of good, solid pumps. Then she wiggled closer to Eli and on the downward caress of his cock, let her lips follow her fist, and sucked him in.

  A hunger for the taste of his cock and his seed filled her. No reluctant obligation, this was a newly discovered craving, and one she knew would never be completely sated. Eli’s cock tasted salty
and musky. She drew on him, and as she stroked her tongue up and down his shaft, she inhaled his unique aroma and she imagined that in so doing, he became a part of her.

  Nancy swallowed the tiny drop of pre-cum he gave her, and wanted more. Working both men in the same rhythm, she let her fingers trail across their scrotum, and preened inwardly that their flesh hardened even more.

  Eli splayed his fingers on her head, so that his hand guided her, and the sense of being controlled shot her need even higher. When she hummed her pleasure, his cock pulsed and she knew he was close to coming.

  Desperate to drink him, she sucked harder, swallowing as more and more of that delicious nectar wept from his cock into her mouth. Another time she’d stop and look at this luscious lollipop. But this time, this first time, she wanted to give him rapture.

  Jeremiah wrapped his hand around hers, moving with hers, and the scent of his perspiration ramped her arousal up another notch.

  “That looks so fucking hot.” He could barely speak, and wasn’t that something?

  “Our woman has a great mouth, brother,” Eli said. “I’m going to come, Nancy. Swallow every drop I give you.”

  Hard-edged, the sound of his voice skittered across her flesh, a lash of command that made her want to give and give and give some more. Her eyes closed in concentration, she drew on his cock, doing her best to suck the cum right out of him. He didn’t shout, he didn’t curse. One word, one very impassioned “Yes” told her he’d reached the point of no return. He moved his hips, in essence fucking her mouth, and she stopped moving, allowing him total control. Nancy sucked and swallowed as stream after stream of his semen hit the back of her throat and flooded her mouth. Salty and savory with a strong, pungent taste, she obeyed his command as she drank every drop of cum he gave her.

  When his cock stopped quivering, she lessened her suction, using her tongue in a soothing gesture, letting him know without words that she cherished this service that she performed for him.

  “Good girl.” Eli stroked her hair, his raspy breathing a pleasing sound. “You have got one hell of a great mouth.” He reached down and touched her cheek.

  Understanding, she released him and met his gaze.

  “I want you to get on your hands and knees and show Jeremiah some of that hot oral loving.” He grinned. “And while you do, I’m going to fuck your cunt from behind.”

  She didn’t even take the time to say “yes, Eli.” She simply moved, letting go of Jeremiah, stretching up to kiss Eli quickly, and then got into the position he’d asked for. She was eager to taste Jeremiah’s cock while the flavor of Eli’s still coated her tongue. Eager, too, to have Eli’s cock inside her pussy.

  Nancy had the feeling that she was about to be fucked like she’d never been fucked before.

  Once more, Jeremiah accommodated her, this time lying on his back and spreading his legs. On her knees between his legs, her ass nearly hung off the end of the bed. She wondered, almost absently, if Eli had positioned them that way on the bed just so he could take her while standing. Then the scent and sight of Jeremiah’s cock pushed all other thoughts out of her head.

  Nancy fisted Jeremiah’s cock, giving him some firm pumps, marveling that he was as hard as he was—harder than he’d been when she first took him in hand.

  “I like that you want to please us, baby. And I like the sight of you on your knees for me.” He used one hand on her head to show her that he didn’t want to wait. He wanted her mouth on his cock right now.

  Nancy took a moment to nuzzle him, to inhale his unique man-perfume into her body. Then she opened wide and took his cock deep into her mouth.

  His scent and his taste differed from Eli’s, but appealed to her just as much. Using his throaty sounds and masculine gasps as her guide, she used her tongue and her mouth to give him pleasure. She devoured the tiny drops of jism and stroked her tongue over his cock eye, seeking more. Having both hands free meant that she could use one to stroke his cock as she raised and lowered her head on him, and the other to cup and squeeze his balls.

  Those masculine orbs tightened and grew hotter in the palm of her hand, and she thrilled at this proof that he appreciated her efforts.

  Two hands grabbed her hips, and a pair of lips kissed her ass. “I can smell you arousal. Your scent tells me that you’re wet and ready for me. Did you know that you smell very good?”

  Eli stroked his hand down the crack of her ass and around the curve of it. Using his fingers, he parted her labia and she felt the evidence of her dampness—though she hadn’t needed proof.

  She lifted her mouth from Jeremiah just long enough to look behind her and say, “Please, Eli, fuck me.”

  A swat on her ass and a tug on her hair insulted and excited her in the same breath. Eli and Jeremiah both liked to be in charge when it came to sex, and truthfully, nothing could have made her happier.

  “You’re going to need to learn some patience, cupcake. You’ll learn that you take what we give you, when we give it to you.”

  “Suck, baby. You need to put all your attention right here on my cock.”

  Nancy shivered in response to not only their words, but their actions. Jeremiah began to thrust in and out of her mouth while Eli pushed his fingers into her pussy, spreading her own moisture and finger fucking her to get her to give him more.

  Emptying her head of thought, she sucked and tongued and pushed her bottom closer to those clever fingers. Time held no meaning, nothing else existed but this moment, these men, and the wonderful place they’d taken her.

  Eli moved closer, and she felt the head of his latex-covered cock find the opening of her pussy. He squeezed her ass, and said, “Finish him, sweetheart. Make Jeremiah come.”

  Nancy drew on Jeremiah’s cock, wanting this wonderful fullness in her mouth, this experience to last longer, but needing to please, and to pleasure and yes, even in that moment, to obey.

  She squeezed and pumped and sucked, and then swallowed when Jeremiah’s balls pulled up, his cock pulsed, and his seed burst onto her tongue. Stream after salty stream she drank, loving the sounds of pleasure, loving that she’d given him this, that the rapture he’d bestowed on her was now being returned to him full measure.

  Jeremiah sighed, and the grip he had of her hair turned to a loving caress. He reached down and eased his semi-flaccid cock from her mouth. Feeling particularly emotional, she kissed his balls—not a good-bye kind of kiss, more of an I’ll-see-you-when-you-return kind of kiss.

  And gasped in surprised pleasure when Eli thrust his cock deep into her cunt.

  “Oh, Eli!” She sighed in pleasure as the length and the girth of him stretched her, made her feel incredibly full.

  “Yes, cupcake?”

  “That feels so good. Now will you please fuck me?”

  His chuckle, low and deep, shivered in her belly.

  “Oh, you bet I will. Let Jeremiah up, love. That’s it.” He used an arm around her waist to lift her off the bed slightly, and oh, how that change in angle delighted her. The pinch of pain caused by his cock brushing against her cervix both hurt and enticed.

  She nearly giggled, as the idea that she might have let herself in for more than she’d imagined flitted across her mind.

  Eli with his wonderful, hard, and very skilled cock proceeded to pound every single thought right out of her head.

  He moved in her with measured force, and Nancy’s arousal burst into full bloom. Thrust upon thrust fed her libido as nothing ever had before. The heights she had scaled just that evening, as new and wondrous as they had been, were left behind as Eli took her higher, and then higher still.

  Unable to stop those swirling sensations within her, unable to control, she could only lay her head on the bed, grab the towel, and hang on. He adjusted his pace and his angle, and the orgasm that had been barreling toward her veered off. Nancy cried out in frustration, but even being frustrated felt better than anything.

  “I think we’re going to have to work up to patience,” Jeremiah s
aid.

  “Yeah. Fuck, I’m not doing so well myself. I had a mind-blowing orgasm as she sucked me off, and then hardened within a couple of minutes watching her suck you.” Eli moved again, then reached around her and found her clit on first try. “Let’s do it, sweetheart, you and me, together. Come on my cock. Use your inner muscles to squeeze me really good.”

  She wanted to tell him it was all beyond her, that she’d ceded control to him and could only take what he gave her. And then he pulled on her clit, bit down on her shoulder, and her climax exploded.

  Unable to stop the impulse, she screamed. Reams of rapturous bliss cascaded through her with the force of the storm to which she’d been likened. Spasm after spasm grabbed her, sending electric shocks through every part of her body.

  She could have sworn even her hair came. And as she wrapped herself in the fabulous fullness of ecstasy, the sensation of Eli’s cock ejaculating inside the condom, the echo of his victorious shout in her ear, told her that she had given him the ultimate amount of pleasure right back.

  He collapsed on her, his body damp with sweat, his chest heaving for breath. He kissed where he’d nipped her. “Did I hurt you?”

  “Nuh-uh.” She felt as far away from pain as she’d ever been.

  “Are you worn out?”

  Jeremiah’s question didn’t make sense. Worn out? Worn out where? She tried to form words again, but just came out with another sound, accompanied by the shake of her head.

  Eli chuckled and pulled out of her body. She heard him step away, and then felt Jeremiah’s hands on her. His touch was gentle as he turned her over.

  “Good,” he said. He climbed on top of her, moved his hips, and thrust his condom-covered cock into her cunt. “My turn.”

  * * * *

  Jeremiah held himself still inside Nancy’s pulsing pussy, the pleasure of being surrounded by her wet heat so intense, he needed to simply enjoy it. He closed his eyes as the thrill of her, of finally having her after years of wanting, became his new reality.