Jordan, Olivia - Taletha's Salsa Sweethearts [Studio Seductions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Olivia Jordan

  “Taletha, I’m headed out for the night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Thanks! Have a good night.”

  “Likewise.” Lynne cast an obvious wink in her direction.

  “So, where were we?” Taletha asked, trying to recover her equilibrium.

  “I wanted to talk about last night,” Adam said. “That is, if anyone will let me get a word in edgewise.”

  Taletha felt her cunt pounding with desire. She found she didn’t care about the awkwardness they were all feeling or the consequences that might arise from fucking them. Her mouth spoke before her brain had a chance to filter out the words.

  “We can’t possibly have a rational discussion when I want the both of you so badly. Why don’t we pick up this train of thought out in the main studio? Everyone else is gone for the night. We have the entire place to ourselves.”

  “What about talking?”

  Taletha started to lean in toward Adam, but then stopped herself. She couldn’t deny that he had a point. But her body had taken a backseat to her brain for far too long, and at the moment, she didn’t think she was capable of any serious sort of discussion.

  She pressed her finger to Adam’s lips. “We’ll talk later, I promise. For now, let’s just enjoy the fact that the three of us are all alone, we’re horny, we’re pretty, and we have a bunch of mirrors so we can watch ourselves fuck.”

  Adam looked pensive for a moment, and then opened his mouth just enough to slide her finger between his lips. He sucked it in and out, moaning as he did so, little waves of energy shooting out of her hand and all the way through her body.

  Finally dragging herself away from the pleasurable sensation, Taletha pulled both men to their feet and guided them into the main studio. She turned on the stereo and put on a slow song and began to strip for them. She twirled around the floor, making sure they both got a look at her body, allowing them to savor the last moments of anticipation before she finally let them see her naked. Turning her back to them, she slid her cardigan down her arms, making sure they got a good look at her toned shoulders. Then she loosened one tank top strap, but stopped there, letting herself enjoy dancing for the first time all day. Finally, she loosened the other strap, and then soon after that, she pulled the tank top over her head. Taletha had chosen to go braless that day, and Morris and Adam both gasped as her breasts came into view. She made sure to shimmy a bit so they could see the way her curves bounced along to the music.

  Both men started pressing their hands against the erections that were becoming more and more prominent against their jeans. Morris went so far as to loosen his belt. Taletha walked up, put her hand on his to stop him, and then rebuckled the leather.

  “No. You only undress when I say you can. Is that clear?”

  “Yes,” he gasped.

  Taletha looked over at Adam. “Do you understand that as well?”

  Adam didn’t speak, only smiled hard and nodded.

  “I asked you a question,” Taletha said, raising her eyebrows to let him know she meant business. “Do you understand that you don’t remove any of your clothes until I say so?”

  “Yes,” Adam whispered, his voice hoarse, as though he was thirsty.

  “Good. I’m glad we all understand each other.”

  Taletha returned to her dance, shimmying around a little while longer before she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. But she didn’t slide the denim down her legs immediately. She kept spinning and stepping, letting the jeans slide down on their own during the course of her movement, inching lower and lower until they had fallen around her ankles, and she had no choice but to kick them off. She was a little nervous about trying the maneuver with her shoes still on, afraid that she’d trip, but utilizing her dancer’s coordination, she stepped out of the faded denim without a single stumble. Taletha turned her back on her men and gyrated her hips in big, slow circles, making sure they got a good view of her still-hidden ass. Looking over her shoulder, Taletha saw that the men were both becoming more desperate with each passing second, and that they were rubbing their palms up and down the rigid lines of their cocks.

  Shaking her head, Taletha walked back over to them, and took their wrists in her hands. “I don’t think so. You don’t undress until I say so, and you also don’t touch yourselves until I say so. Do I make myself clear?”

  They both nodded.

  “Neither of you answered my question. I said, did I make myself clear?”

  “Yes,” they groaned in unison.

  Taletha smiled and shimmied away She hooked her thumb around the elastic of her panties, pulled it away from her hip, and then let go, snapping it back into place. She giggled as Adam and Morris both winced as it settled back on her skin. Taletha repeated the tease five more times before she finally allowed her panties to fall down around her ankles. Stepping away from the fabric, she walked toward her men. She placed a deep kiss on Adam’s lips, allowing herself all the pleasures she’d indulged in the night before. Then, she gave Morris a turn, allowing her tongue to mingle with his, using her teeth gently on his bottom lip.

  “Take off your belts.”

  They didn’t hesitate to obey, the metal buckles clattering to the floor.

  “Now your shoes.”

  She smiled at the frustration as they hurried and then stood at attention, desperate for her next instruction.

  “You’re both doing such a good job of obeying the rules. But I think even I’m starting to get a little impatient now. I want you both to remove the rest of your clothes, as fast as you possibly can.”

  Fabric flew as shirts were shrugged off, jeans were kicked away, and boxers were shoved away. Taletha couldn’t stop grinning as she stared at the two sexy, naked men standing in front of her. They were both lean and well muscled, both perfectly proportioned, though they were both completely unique. Morris had olive skin that was accentuated by the studio lights, but Adam was pale, and the dark hair that curled around his cock stood out in contrast. His cock was longer than Morris’s, but Morris’s was thicker. For a moment, Taletha got lost in her indecision, unsure of which one she wanted first, and what to do with the other while one of her men was pounding her into ecstasy.

  “On your knees, both of you.” Taletha gathered up some of the clothes that had been scattered around the floor, creating makeshift cushions for their joints. She positioned them both in profile to the mirror. Then she settled herself down between them, taking Morris’s cock in her mouth.

  “Oh fuck, yes,” he gasped.

  Taletha pulled her mouth away from his cock and slowly spiraled her tongue around the smooth head before diving her mouth back down along his shaft. Balancing on one hand, she used the other to caress his balls as she began to slide her lips up and down.

  After a few thrusts, she felt Adam grip her hips. “You want my cock in your pussy?”

  “Mmmhmm,” she murmured, making sure to slow her thrusting so that Morris felt every vibration. In response, Morris gasped again, and buried his hands in her hair.

  Taletha stopped moving for a moment in order to give Adam a chance to enter her. She sucked her breath in as she felt the tip of his cock slide between her pussy lips and then pause for a moment before plunging in. She groaned as her cunt tightened up around him, and Morris tugged on her hair as the pulsations from her voice overwhelmed his cock.

  Adam waited until Taletha started moving again, allowing her to set the pace for both of them. Once she found the rhythm she liked, she peered out the corner of her eye to see the three of them in the mirror, all on their knees, a chain of pulsating sex that was only going to be broken by orgasm. She saw Adam and Morris both staring into the glass, completely entranced by the vision as well.

  To her surprise, Morris started taking control, using the hands still tangled in her hair to speed up the thrusts. Adam responded immediately, matching the new speed, and then exceeding it. It wasn’t long before Taletha found herself overwhelmed by the frenzy, losing all sense of space and time as her lov
ers surged in and out of her body. When Adam reached up and scratched his nails down her back, she lost her last thread of control. Her cunt clenched even tighter and the release rocketed through her body, sending all of her limbs shaking with electricity. The muffled scream she let loose on Morris’s cock set him off, and as he gave one sharp yell, she found herself drinking him down, savoring the taste she had been yearning to try for years.

  “Yes, Taletha, yes,” Adam groaned, and she felt his cock give its own surge of pleasure before he stiffened as the orgasm raced through his body. His fingers clamped down on her skin so hard she knew she’d have bruises in the morning, but she didn’t care.

  “Okay, now we can have that discussion,” Taletha said once the three of them had flopped to the floor and caught their breath.

  “Talk? You expect us to talk now? Sorry, but the blood hasn’t made its way back to my brain yet.” Adam made a show of wiping the sweat from his brow with his shirt.

  “Besides, I’m not sure there’s much to talk about anymore,” Morris said. He glanced at Taletha. “That is, unless you’re going to change your mind and run out on us again.”

  Taletha shook her head. “I never thought I’d find myself mixing work and pleasure like this. And I never thought I’d attempt to be with two men at the same time. But when I have both of you in my body, when you’re both kissing me, the prospect of being with only one person is less exciting.”

  “No more shenanigans like last night?”

  “That will never happen again. You have my word. I’m hooked.”

  “Good,” Adam said, kissing her. “So we’re in agreement?”

  Morris nodded. “I never exactly saw myself sharing a girlfriend, either, but it makes all three of us really happy.”

  “Girlfriend,” Taletha said with a giggle. “I like the sound of that.”

  “Should we all go home together?” Adam asked.

  Taletha almost said yes without hesitation, but she stopped before she could open her mouth. She was concerned about how deep her feelings were for both of these men, especially for Adam, whom she hadn’t even known for a full week yet. She was afraid that if they actually shared a bed, she’d end up in over her head.

  “Let’s try not to rush things too much,” she finally said. “Maybe next time.” She gave each man a deep kiss before getting dressed.

  Taletha shivered as she locked the studio doors.

  “You’re cold?” Morris asked, sliding his arm around her shoulders. “It’s pretty warm out.”

  “I don’t know. Just a shudder, I guess. Something feels off, but I just can’t place it.”

  “You probably just need some sleep.”

  “Probably.”

  Taletha intended to just give two kisses before getting in her car, but they slipped into another brief bout of making out before she managed to pull away and drive off.

  Chapter Six

  Taletha spent the next week waking up with smiles on her face. She’d seen Adam and Morris four more times since their night in the studio. Twice at Adam’s apartment, and twice at Morris’s place. But although she’d let down some of her barriers, she had yet to invite them to her place or actually stay the night. But waking up alone after a night of great sex was starting to get old. She always woke up happier, but knew she’d feel even more joy if she got to fall asleep in their arms, and if she got to wake up sandwiched between them. Next time, they’re coming to my place, she thought. Or, rather, they’re coming in my place. And we’re having breakfast together the next day.

  Each time she showered, Taletha regretted having to wash their scents off of her skin. She loved the way Morris smelled spicy and Adam smelled savory. The two of them complemented each other, and she loved the musk that had lingered on her flesh for hours after they had parted ways. But she couldn’t go to work with the smell of lust and sex wafting off of her. Especially not when her relationship with Emily was still strained. Even a week later, they hadn’t quite regained the friendly equilibrium they’d once shared. The last thing she needed was a jealous employee. She’d had enough drama on her staff list to last her five years.

  As the hot water ran in rivulets down her smooth skin, Taletha’s mind flooded with memories of fucking Adam and Morris—the way it felt to have their cocks inside of her, the way it felt to feel their naked bodies pressed against hers, how beautiful they all looked when they were fucking in full view of the floor-length studio mirrors, the way it felt to be passed between one and then the other, or to go down on one man while the other fucked her pussy. Her whole body started to heat up, and her cunt began pulsing. Knowing she didn’t have long before she needed to leave for the studio, Taletha turned the cold water on full blast in order to squelch the passion building in her body. But even as she started to shiver, her clit throbbed, greedy for attention.

  As she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, Taletha realized that her body was simply not going to give in and settle down. Turning the hot water back on, she relaxed under the steady, warm stream. Reaching between her legs, she toyed with her clit, just brushing and flicking it with her fingernail. Her knees and thighs twitched at the slight stimulation, reflecting just how much more her body was craving. Finally, she’d had enough of teasing, and decided to allow herself some more direct pleasure. Pressing two fingers down on her clit, she felt it throb. Only when she could no longer stand the frustrated pulses did she start to move in slow, counterclockwise circles. She took her free hand up to her breasts, toying with both of her nipples, which had softened when she’d switched from cold water to hot. But after a few pinches, they were stiff again, soaking in as much touch as they could.

  Taletha increased the frequency of her strokes until she was on the verge of orgasm. Just before she came, she pulled her hand away, not wanting to give herself complete satisfaction just yet. Once her body pulled away from the edge, she eased her two fingers up inside her cunt, reaching for her G-spot, swollen and ready for touch. The first stroke sent shivers running up and down her spine. Her cunt muscles drew tighter around her fingers, glad to be filled. She began to massage it as slowly as she had with her clit, and then took the shower head down and held the stream of hot water against her clit, enjoying the sensation that came from stimulating both spots. As the pulsing water pushed her back toward the edge, she increased the thrusts against her G-spot until her body seized up. The orgasm shot through her body at a furious pace, and she had to brace herself against the slick shower wall to keep from collapsing. She cried out, unable to keep her voice contained as the pleasure kept hitting her in waves. Eventually, though, the sensations receded, and Taletha managed to regain her composure. But she nonetheless struggled to finish her shower. Her thighs and hands were trembling so much that she could barely keep her balance or clean herself off.

  After drying off, dressing, and getting breakfast, Taletha decided to skip applying makeup. She didn’t trust her still-shaky hands, and couldn’t believe her body was still reeling from the orgasm. Plus, she was running late already, thanks to her dalliance in the shower. Glancing in the mirror, she decided it really didn’t matter if she went without makeup for one day.

  Taletha drove to the studio with a smile on her face. She couldn’t help but feel optimistic after the amazing week she’d had. But as she pulled up and parked, her joy flew away. She couldn’t believe what she saw. The exterior of the studio was covered in spray paint. The windows were completely black. Whoever had vandalized the place had applied the paint so carefully that not even a sliver of light could get through. On the exterior of the studio, the words “bitch” and “whore” had been applied in neon yellow and green, making them stand out from the red brick walls.

  Trying to maintain her composure, Taletha pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911. Then, she called Lynne.

  “The studio is closed today,” Taletha said, trying to keep her voice steady.

  “What? What’s wrong?”

  “The studio’s been–the studio’s been vandaliz
ed.”

  “I’m coming right over.”

  “No, stay at home for now, at least until the police arrive. But I do have some important jobs for you. Send an e-mail to our newsletter subscribers saying that group classes are canceled tonight, call the instructors and tell them they have the day off, and then contact everyone who had a private lesson today and reschedule them, starting tomorrow.”

  “Will–will we be open tomorrow?”

  “You’re damn sure we will be. I’m not going to let us stay closed for more than one day.”

  “Got it. Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Definitely. I know what I’m doing. And I appreciate your help.”

  “Just doing my job.”

  Taletha snapped her phone shut, amazed she’d been able to maintain her composure for the entire conversation. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could stay strong, though. She thought about calling Morris and Adam, but she knew that the second she heard their voices, she’d fall apart. So she steeled herself against the wall of her damaged building and waited for the police.

  A squad car arrived in record time, and two officers hopped out. One started taking photographs of the damage, and the other started asking her questions.

  “Have you looked inside the building?”

  Taletha realized that she hadn’t. “No. Let’s go have a look.” Her stomach sank, anticipating the horrors she might find inside, but she knew she couldn’t remain in ignorance.

  At first, Taletha breathed easy. The computer was still there and working, as was the sound system. Everything seemed to be neat and orderly. But then she turned around and saw the mirrors. They had also been spray-painted completely black. The floor and the side walls had been marred by splatterings of paint. Every few feet, there were marks where a ladder had been, so whoever had ruined the mirrors could make sure they got every single inch of the glass.

  “There doesn’t appear to have been forced entry. Do you know anyone on your staff who might have done this?”