Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - Angelique [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “You got a real wicked potty mouth on you when you’re mad, Angel,” Eloi whispered as he trailed a think finger over her bare shoulder and across her cleavage.

  “Want to hear more, Sheriff?” she replied sarcastically.

  He chuckled as he leaned down close to her mouth.

  “We may need to stick something in there and cleanse that tongue, sugar,” he teased as he used his finger to tap her lip. She nipped at him, and he pulled away.

  “Maybe you should try first, Sheriff,” she threatened him, and Marcel whistled.

  “She is pissed off, and damn, is my cock hard,” Armand said then thrust a little against her waist. He adjusted his position and now had Angelique’s legs spread wide around his waist. He leaned back on his heels and looked her over. Her legs were bare, her dress bunched up against her waist, barely covering her mound. Her chest heaved up and down, causing a light blush across her cleavage and breasts. She looked mouthwatering.

  “You got a lot of making up to do, sugar, and so do we,” Eloi stated as Armand caressed her thighs and moved his hands farther up to her waist. She grabbed his hands to try and control his movement, but it was no use. As angry as she was at them, she forgave them. Their brother was upstairs injured, and they had no suspects. Plus, as they stared at her body, her libido didn’t care if they suspected her or not. She just craved their attention. But she was stubborn at times herself. This time being one of them. As Armand caressed her thighs and moved closer to her pussy, she stopped him.

  “Now let me get this straight, baby. You just accused me of being a criminal and now you want to have sex?” she asked, covering her pussy with her hands.

  Armand smiled then looked at his brothers. Angelique followed his line of sight, absorbing Marcel’s smile as well as Eloi’s.

  “Not just sex, fille, make love to our woman.”

  She swallowed but acted nonchalant as she shrugged her shoulders then uncovered her mound.

  “Not here. The bedroom,” Eloi stated then gave her a look that told her to move her rear fast. Armand jumped up off the couch, pulling her up by her hand. A slap to her ass and demands for her to move quickly, Angelique rushed toward the staircase. She suddenly felt hotter, and her heart pounded inside her chest as she looked over her shoulder to see Eloi, Armand, and Marcel stripping along the way.

  She gave a little squeal as a hand reached under her dress and touched a sensitive spot. She ran fast toward the bedroom, but before she could reach the open doorway, Armand had ahold of her and began pulling her dress up over her head. Bare-breasted and wearing only a black thong, she squealed as he wrapped an arm around her waist and tossed her onto the bed. In a flash dresser drawers were opening, her panties were pulled from her body, and her legs spread wide by Armand’s mouth and hands. He kissed behind her knees, eliciting laughter from Angelique.

  “She’s ticklish there, hey bro?” Marcel asked.

  But only a mumbled sound came from between her thighs. Angelique reached for his head to grab at his hair as she thrust her hips toward him. But Armand was relentless as he sucked and nibbled along her inner thigh then against her pussy lips. She screamed his name.

  “Armand!”

  But he didn’t budge as he licked along the delicate, sensitive flesh as she thrashed on top of the big, deep, fluffy comforter. She was laughing then moaning, her body instantly responding to his technique. As soon as she felt her arms being tugged away from Armand’s head, her stomach clenched, and trepidation filtered through ever part of her. Eloi and Marcel were quick and obviously experienced at tying women to their bed. In less than ten seconds, her hands were loosely tied together then attached to some kind of round hook attached to the headboard.

  “Oh God!” she panted then tensed up and squeezed her eyes tight.

  A mouth to her left breast then fingers to her right, pinching her nipple then massaging, drove her into another place. She thrust her hips toward Armand as he pressed a digit between her folds.

  “Oh!” she moaned then felt the wave of liquid release from her pussy.

  “Oh, she likes it, Eloi,” Armand stated between slurping and fingering her hole.

  “Not so mouthy now, are you, sugar,” Eloi whispered as he leaned over her left breast and teased her nipple with his tongue.

  “Oh,” she moaned as she tried to pull her hands down and couldn’t. Marcel pulled on her nipple with his teeth, and in this position, she was so oversensitive it burned but then caused a flow of fluid to leak from her body.

  “What’s wrong with me?” she cried out in what sounded like a sexy moan of words. The men chuckled.

  “You were made for us, sugar, and we are going to be sure you remember that,” Eloi stated. She felt the chills run through her body then Armand pull from her pussy and change positions with Marcel.

  “Hey, baby,” Marcel whispered as he winked at her then fell to his chest with his mouth landing on her pussy. She wiggled her hips and lifted her rear and breasts. She never felt so out of control yet so sexually aroused like this. Eloi nipped her nipple kind of hard, and as she moaned, he licked it, softly causing a pleasure-pain that she never experienced before. Marcel pressed a finger in and out of her pussy then alternated with his tongue. He slurped and moaned while he mumbled about her tasting delicious, and his warm breath sent shivers of hunger through to her soul.

  She felt like a bowl of Jell-O as they continued foreplay from the sex gods and made her body quake and release small eruptions. In a flash Marcel was kneeling then flipping Angelique onto her belly. She squealed in surprise of his sudden move then noticed Armand holding his cock in his hands. Marcel raised her to all fours, and she began to move toward Armand, prepared to take him in her mouth.

  “Not yet, sugar. Your punishments, remember,” Eloi stated next to her ear. She shook her head, and her eyes widened in alarm.

  “You can’t be—”

  Smack!

  “Eloi!”

  Smack!

  He slapped her ass, eliciting a scream from her as her body shook. She was shocked that he was actually punishing her, and she couldn’t recall why for the life of her.

  “You been a naughty sugar and you need remembering about who you belong to,” Eloi stated.

  Slap!

  “Oh!” She creamed herself as a hoarse sound escaped her mouth. Armand reached under her and tugged a nipple just as Marcel tugged on the other one.

  Smack!

  “Oh, take me now!” she stated gruffly as she fell to her chest, causing her ass to rise up higher.

  “With pleasure, darling,” Eloi’s sexy, deep voice stated behind her as the cool liquid pressed against her puckered hole.

  “Oh,” she moaned into the comforter. Her body was on fire, damn it. She was strung up so damn tight she wanted to press a finger to her own pussy.

  “Touch me please,” she begged.

  “In a sec,” Marcel whispered.

  “Now!” she demanded then felt another smack to her ass.

  She felt Eloi’s cock against her tight rings and tried to push back against him. He held her ass cheeks then slapped her ass again.

  “Who do you belong to?” he demanded to know as he pressed his cook into the opening.

  “Oh God, you! All of you,” she stated.

  “All of who?” Armand asked.

  “Lafont! Armand, Marcel, Remy, and oh God, Eloi!” she screamed as Eloi pushed forward into her anus.

  Angelique immediately pushed back against him, and the burning inside her body sent her out of control. In and out, he slowly thrust into her from behind, but it wasn’t enough.

  “More, I need more,” she yelled. Her pussy throbbed with a need so unbearable. It felt swollen and ached something terrible. Just one touch, that was all she needed. She attempted to pull her hands and cursed at the ties that bound them.

  “Fuck!” she screamed, and Eloi smacked her ass hard.

  “Watch that mouth,” he ground out through clenched teeth.

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��Oh please, please touch me. I need,” she stated with a hoarse voice that pained her throat.

  “Touch you where, Angel?” Armand whispered against her neck, and the chills erupted underneath her skin and over every inch of her body.

  “Please!” she moaned then tried to lower her pussy to the comforter to rub along the material. She needed to be touched there.

  “Where? Where do you need to be touched? Tell me!” Armand demanded.

  “My pussy, damn it. Now!” she yelled at him, shocked by her own demands and use of such words. She felt Eloi curl an arm around her waist and lift her body. Armand scooted underneath her, being sure to avoid the ropes and the hook at the top of the bed.

  She straddled him, and as her oversensitive nipples hit his pectoral muscles, she screamed then creamed herself again. The lubrication allowed her to thrust down onto Armand’s cock and ease the itch burning inside of her body. Armand pressed upward as she pressed down onto his shaft. She lost control as both men fucked her, thrust for thrust, as she exploded, seeing black for a second before she swayed side to side. She was no longer trying to keep up, and then Eloi exploded inside of her. Then Armand followed suit as he growled up at her. She felt the ties to her hands release as she collapsed against Armand’s chest. Eloi caressed her ass cheeks and gave them a light tap. She didn’t even move. But then he pulled from her body as he kissed her shoulder.

  “Our woman, always,” he stated.

  “Always,” Armand added then cupped her cheeks and kissed her softly.

  She felt the hands on her hips then Armand slowly roll her to her side as he pulled from her body.

  “Let Marcel take care you now.”

  She looked to Marcel, and he scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom.

  He started the shower, checked the water, then pulled her inside. His long, thick cock pressed against her breast and belly. He kissed her then lifted her up before pressing her against the wall.

  “My turn to love my woman,” he whispered then lowered his body, aligned his cock to her pussy, and slowly pushed up into her. The water showered over them as Marcel made love to her slowly and deeply. She kissed his neck, his shoulder, then his mouth as her vaginal muscles gripped his cock. She felt every inch of every thrust. She never wanted to forget this feeling or give it up.

  “Feel good, sugar?” he asked with his teeth clenched. She thought he was holding back a little, and then she realized he was giving her time and putting her needs first. She wanted every part of him, just like she wanted and got Armand and Eloi. They turned her into a sex-craving lunatic. She wanted cock. She craved the need to be taken deep.

  “Harder, Marcel. I need you to brand me, too, and make me part of you,” she told him then nibbled harder on his neck, causing his cock to somehow thicken inside of her. He increased his thrusts and held her tight.

  “You already are a part of me, sugar, and always will be.”

  Before she could respond, he was getting down lower, penetrating her deeper as he thrust very fast. She nearly lost her breath as her whole body tightened up again, and she screamed her release. Marcel thrust three more times until he grunted against her shoulder and pumped warm liquid through to her womb.

  “I love you,” he told her as he held her against the wall and they calmed their breathing.

  “I love you, too,” she replied.

  * * * *

  Angelique kept a towel around her as she walked into the other bedroom to check on Remy. He had been sleeping for quite some time, and the men were preparing supper downstairs. As she tiptoed into the room, she saw him lying there with his hands behind his head and his boxers tented out in front.

  “I been waiting on you, sugar.” She blushed as she walked over and gave him a kiss.

  “You in the other room fucking my brothers and I’m in here all alone. That isn’t right.” He pouted.

  She caressed his cheek and made a sad smile.

  “I’m sorry about that. I’m here now,” she stated then laid her hand over his chest.

  Remy took her hand and lowered it to the inside of his boxers and his very aroused member.

  “Remy, what can I do to help?” she asked.

  “Get on up here and ride me,” he told her firmly, his green eyes sparkling with mischief.

  “Oh, Remy, I can’t, you got those stitches and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  He raised his eyebrows at her. “Who do you belong to?” he demanded to know.

  She gripped his cock and massaged it. “You and your Lafont brothers,” she replied.

  “Then get that towel off and get up here,” he told her, and before she could lift up, he was pulling the towel from her body.

  “Now that’s more like it. Come bring those titties up here so I can get a taste,” he said in a very sexy Cajun accent that made her feel giddy and aroused. She climbed up on his left side and moved her breasts closer to his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and licked the nipple as he cupped her breast. His other hand went straight to her pussy, and he pressed a finger up inside of her.

  “Oh, Remy, we can’t do this. You’ll get hurt,” she panted as he pressed faster in and out of her while he sucked on her breast.

  “Nonsense. You turn around and put your ass up here,” he directed her as he placed a hand on her hips.

  “Remy!” she yelled as he positioned her so that her ass and pussy were in his face and her face was over his cock.

  “Now let me have some dessert at least,” he teased as he pressed a finger inside of her and licked her cream. She was careful not to lean on the leg with the stitches as she pushed down his boxers and began to lick his cock. She had never done anything so erotic and naughty. By the feel of Remy’s tongue and the nervous sensation in her belly, it appeared that this position turned her on. She played with his balls as he finger-fucked her, causing her to moan before she took his cock into her mouth.

  “Oh Remy, you’re so naughty,” she teased.

  “You make me naughty, baby, now suck me please. I need to feel your mouth on me.”

  She took that moment to open wide and suck. She remained on all fours above him to be sure she wouldn’t hurt him as he ate away at her pussy and she sucked his cock. The feel of his hands rubbing along her ass and spine then inside her pussy as she sucked him drove her to please him. It was only a matter of minutes before she exploded, and Remy followed suit just as Eloi walked into the room.

  “Holy fuck! Now that is hot, sugar,” he stated, and she blushed as she licked her lips and tried to get off of Remy.

  Remy held her tight by her ass cheeks then ran his hands toward the front of her to play with her breast. “Aren’t these the best titties you have ever seen Eloi?” he asked, and Angelique blushed.

  “Remy. Let me move before I send you back to the ER.” She unstraddled him and got up from the bed. She pulled the towel off the floor and smiled.

  “I better get dressed,” she stated.

  “You aren’t leaving!” Eloi yelled.

  She slowly walked to him and touched his chest. He was angry so fast it bothered her.

  “I’m not leaving yet,” she told him, and he picked her up and held her tight against him, making the towel fall to the rug.

  “Then I’ll help you,” he said as he carried her out of the bedroom, and she waved bye to Remy.

  * * * *

  They all gathered around the kitchen, and Angelique helped Armand make the chicken while Eloi and Marcel worked on setting the table, making the shrimp, and pouring the wine. Remy sat in a chair with his leg up and bitched about having to stay out of work for a few days.

  “I don’t understand why. I feel fine. I’d feel even better if y’all didn’t give me the painkillers. I took a bullet in the war, and this, this isn’t anything,” he exclaimed, gesturing with his hand toward the bandages as he ran his fingers through his hair and appeared annoyed, and Angelique stopped what she was doing.

  “You got shot, Remy?” she asked then immediately went
over to him and touched his cheek to check for temperature and make sure he was comfortable. He ran his hand under her dress and caressed her ass.

  “I sure was, sugar. That’s why this scratch isn’t any big deal at all.”

  “I was shot and stabbed once, too. During an arm-to-arm combat,” Marcel chimed in, walking toward Angelique and touching her cheek.

  “Oh my, I can’t believe it,” she stated then allowed him to pull her into an embrace. Remy harrumphed, and Eloi and Armand chuckled.

  “They’re competing for your attention now, sugar. We all had our days of fighting and injuries. Some of us got more humble ways about us,” Eloi stated as he brought over bowls of food to the table.

  They all looked at one another and laughed.

  Angelique walked between them and finished setting the table. She enjoyed their company, each of them and not one more than the others.

  “I don’t need you to tell me stories to impress me. All four of you are noble, strong, and sexy men. You got a lot to offer any woman of your choosing. I wouldn’t compare you to one another,” she stated, and the room went silent. When she looked up, they were all smiling.

  “Just because I know who I can tease and who I can’t don’t mean I’ll pull strings every now and then,” she added, and an arm came around her waist, pulling her against a big, solid chest of steel. Immediately she knew it was Armand.

  “You figured that out fast, Armand,” she teased.

  “Figured what out fast?” he asked as he kissed her neck and snuggled her close.

  “That I can tease you and Eloi and get under your skin in a snap.”

  “You can get under my skin or under me anytime, sweetheart.” He teased then cupped her breast as he kissed a sensitive spot on her neck. She giggled as Eloi protested.

  “You think you can get me so easily, sugar?” Eloi questioned as he moved toward her. Armand immediately relinquished his hold on her and went back to fixing the chicken.

  Eloi pulled her against him and held her tight.