Plenty to Believe [Plenty, FL 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Lara Valentine

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  “Linc!”

  She cried out his name at the first touch of his warm tongue on her pussy. She grabbed the sheets, crumpling them in her clenched fists as his mouth tortured her. He ran his tongue through every fold, every corner of her cunt except where she needed him the most. She was ready to beg when he finally lightly brushed her clit with the flat of his tongue, sending shivers of pleasure through her. Her pussy responded by raining honey onto his face and tongue.

  He held her there on the edge, playing with her clit but not giving her the pressure she needed to climax. She moaned and panted, her entire body strung as tight as a bow, waiting for release.

  He lifted his head and kissed her inner thigh. “Come for me, Leah.”

  His mouth closed over her clit this time, giving her the firm suckling she needed to soar. He sent her flying, her body suffused with pleasure and heat. He kept her in the clouds until she was too exhausted to continue, her body floating back to earth with a sigh of satisfaction. She let her muscles relax, releasing her death grip on the bedcovers, her eyes closed in languor.

  His mouth kissed a path up her sensitized skin, over her belly, to her lips. She tasted herself on him and then she tasted only Linc. His lips and tongue warm, igniting her arousal all over again. She tore her lips away, both of their breathing ragged.

  “Fuck me.”

  He pulled her nightshirt over her head. “I intend to. How do you like it, baby? Hard and fast or soft and slow?”

  She ran her fingers through the silky hair on his chest and pulled his head down for another toe-curling kiss.

  “I like it both ways. Let’s start out hard and slow, then work up to hard and fast.”

  His grin was wicked, his dark eyes almost black with arousal. “Love the way you think. Are you ready for me?”

  She pressed herself against his hard cock. It was hot and pulsing against her.

  “I’m ready. Very ready.”

  He leaned forward and dragged his goatee over her nipple, sending arrows of pleasure straight to her clit. It immediately stiffened, standing at attention, begging for more. He granted its request, lapping at it with his tongue and nipping it with his teeth.

  She dug her fingers into his back. “Fuck me now, Linc. I can’t wait.”

  He turned his attention to the other begging nipple. She moaned at the rasp of his facial hair against the pebbled nub.

  “Most women like more foreplay. You don’t want me to keep playing with you?”

  He was teasing her now, a smile playing on his lips as he worried her nipple between his lips. Her pussy burned and honey dripped down her thighs.

  “I need you now.” She raked her nails down his back in frustration as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, raking the sides with his teeth. She cried out with want and need.

  “Give it to me, Linc. I need it now.”

  He pulled away and she almost grabbed and pulled him back, but he reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a condom, quickly sheathing himself. He was about the same size as Justin. Maybe an inch shorter, but he was wider in girth. She felt a moment of doubt she could take him. She’d barely been able to take Justin the first time, and Linc was going to be a challenge.

  He must have recognized her expression changing and stopped, hovering over her.

  “Are you okay, baby? Have you changed your mind?”

  She shook her head. “No. I’m just a little nervous.” She pointed to his chest and then back at her own. “You’re big. I’m little.”

  He leaned down and let his lips play with hers. “If you can take Justin, you can take me. We’ll fit just fine.”

  He suddenly rolled her over so she was on top, straddling him. “You’ve got the reins, Leah. Take your time. Do whatever feels good.”

  She scooted down. “I’ve never been on top before.”

  He wrapped his large hands around her hips and pulled her closer, his cock nestled in her slit. “It’s like being on the bottom, but you’re higher up.”

  She rolled her eyes at his attempt at a joke. “I’m being serious here. I’ve never been on top before.”

  “Take me inside of you as slowly as you need to, then ride me like a cowgirl. Did you ever want to be a cowgirl?”

  She placed the head of his cock inside her and started impaling herself a centimeter at a time. “No. I wanted to be Amelia Earhart at one point.” The last word came out in a hiss. His cock felt delicious in her cunt and she wanted to savor the feeling of being stretched wide by every luscious inch of it. She paused, letting her muscles get accustomed to his girth, before continuing to lowering herself. By the time he was all the way in, she was ready to ride. In this position, his cock was pressing on her G-spot and she was already halfway to orgasm.

  “This feels so good. I think I like being on top.”

  Linc laughed, but it sounded slightly choked. “I knew you would. It rubs all the right spots, doesn’t it, baby?”

  It did indeed. She moved up and down, slowly at first, then faster as she gained confidence. Each stroke sent frissons of pleasure to every corner of her body. Fire licked her veins and she was lost to the passion. She braced her hands on his chest, swiveling her hips, experimenting with shorter and longer movements.

  She felt his fingers flex on her hips. His eyes were closed, his jaw tight. He was holding back while she played. She leaned down and kissed his lips, whispering in his ear. “It’s time, lover.”

  She gasped when he pressed a thumb to her swollen clit. The pressure was exactly what she needed, and she sped up, needing to go over the cliff. A few more strokes and she screamed his name as her orgasm hit her, almost knocking her sideways. Pleasure ran through her body like waves on the shore. It was liquid fire and she let herself burn, reveling in the heat they’d created together. He lifted his hips, slamming into her one last time before he, too, climaxed. She felt his cock jerk inside of her and then they collapsed in a heap of sweaty, sated flesh.

  She licked at his salty skin as she listened to his heart pound under her ear, galloping in time with her own. She was loath to admit she hadn’t thought sex could be equally amazing with both Justin and Linc. Her past sexual experiences hadn’t encouraged the feeling. She was wrong. It had been as pleasurable as when she was with Justin, but different.

  Justin was more playful, while Linc more serious. Even when he had moved her to the top, he had never really given up control. His hands had never left her, helping her move up and down, side to side in a rhythm that drove them both wild. Linc was her bad boy, with his dark hair and eyes, and that goatee which she had never liked on any man before. But after he had played with her nipples, she liked his a whole bunch. Justin was her golden boy, always easygoing and happy, even in bed. He liked to play in the bedroom, proposing games of tag or truth or dare to heighten the anticipation. The men were an intoxicating mixture of yin and yang. She was one lucky woman.

  He eased her to her back and pulled away. “I’ve got to take care of the condom, baby. Don’t move.”

  She didn’t want to move. She felt delightfully boneless, her muscles limp. She pulled the covers over her nude body and snuggled under the warm covers, already missing his body heat. She was a native Floridian, and anything under seventy degrees was freezing.

  “I went and grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the kitchen. Are you thirsty?”

  She sat up, suddenly feeling parched. “Yes, I am. You take good care of me.”

  His expression was serious. “I always will. I know I hurt you. You could have made me beg and grovel and still not given me a chance.”

  She wanted him smiling again. “I was planning to, you know. I pictured it. But, after what you told me, it didn’t seem right.” She shook her finger at him playfully. “I will, however, make you toe the line. Both Justin and Jillian told me to make sure that both of you treat me well. I’ve decided not to take any crap from either of you. From anyone, as a matter of fact.”

  “If my being an
asshole was a catalyst for this, I guess something good came from it. You’re right. Justin and I need to treat you like a princess.”

  He’d misunderstood. “No, I only meant you should treat me well. I don’t need to be some kind of princess. I’m not the princessey type, really.” She pointed to the top of her head. “See? No tiara. No self-respecting princess would be without a tiara. I’m just me, and that’s plenty good enough.”

  He stroked her hair, smoothing the strands behind her ear. “I’ll have to work on some kind of tiara. You should definitely be a princess.”

  “Princesses don’t wear glasses.” She grabbed her glasses from the nightstand and slid them on her face.

  He leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose. “This one does.”

  She twisted the top off the bottle and took a long swallow, the cool water sliding down her throat. She frowned as the doorbell rang insistently. Linc glanced at the clock. It was near midnight.

  “Are you expecting company?”

  She shook her head and shrugged into a robe while Linc started to pull on his pants.

  “You can’t answer my door. You need to stay here.”

  Linc rolled his eyes and finished buttoning his fly. “Whoever is coming to your door at midnight isn’t here to sell you encyclopedias. I’m going to the door with you.”

  She sighed and headed for the front door. It was probably a mistake anyway. She’d never had anyone ring her doorbell this late at night. They were probably looking for a neighbor. She peered out the peephole and smiled before pulling open the door.

  “Justin! What a surprise. Are you here for me or Linc?”

  “Both of you.” Justin stepped in and took in Linc’s state of dress or in this case, undress. “I got your message from Cheryl. I came here to make sure you didn’t hurt Leah again. Looks like things have worked out okay.”

  Linc came to her side and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “We talked and this generous woman has decided to give me a chance to make things up to her.”

  A slow grin spread across Justin’s face. “It’s about damn time.” He started plucking open the buttons on his shirt. “Let’s all head into the bedroom.”

  Linc led the way with Justin right behind him. “Wait, both of you. Don’t I get a say in this?”

  They both stopped and turned. Justin had an anxious expression. “Don’t you want to be with both of us? We want you so much, honey.”

  She scowled. “Of course, I do.” In fact, the thought of being with both of them was already firing up her engines. “I just want to make sure my wishes aren’t ignored. I get to make decisions, too.”

  Linc nodded, his lips twitching. “Leah baby, would you let us both make love to you tonight?”

  She started walking toward the bedroom. “Yes. I read in a book about having sex in the ‘roasting spit’ position. Can we do that one?”

  Chapter Nine

  Holy Mary Mother of God, this woman surprised him on a daily basis. Leah seemed quiet, even shy around people. Fuck, when you get to know her, she’s a wild woman. Justin was determined to show her how much he appreciated the wanton streak she displayed with him.

  And now Linc.

  He couldn’t even put into words how grateful he was Linc finally came around. This last week, Justin had been falling hard for Leah, and if Linc wasn’t on board, Justin was facing going his own way. It was something that would have been unthinkable before, but he wasn’t going to lose this wonderful woman. She was too special. He’d dated enough women to know there was a difference with Leah.

  Linc lifted Leah into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, laughing. It was good to see Linc happy again. He’d been miserable lately.

  “If you want the roasting spit, then Justin and I will give it to you. It’s not like we won’t enjoy it.”

  Linc set her down on the carpet and started working on the ties of her robe while Justin shucked his clothes as quickly as possible. His cock was already inflating at the mere thought of making love to his beautiful woman.

  Leah looked like a tiny pixie, her body so slim and her hair long and shiny. Yep, a tiny, naked pixie. He tossed his shirt and started working on his pants.

  She backed onto the bed, already mussed from her lovemaking with Linc. “Will you spank me and pull my hair, too? That sounds exciting.”

  He and Linc exchanged glances, both of them grinning from ear to ear. Leah was never boring, that was sure. It was going to be a hell of a lot of fun showing her the fun they could have together in bed. She seemed open-minded and playful. Justin had already initiated her into a game of tag before bed last night. He’d chased her through the upstairs, revving their adrenaline, before the main event. It had been a wild night.

  Justin chuckled. “If that’s what you want, I’m more than happy to do it.” Leah started to get on her hands and knees, but Linc stopped her.

  “Not yet. Let’s get you begging for some cock first.”

  He and Linc stretched out on either side of her, running their hands over her satiny-soft skin. It felt right having Linc here with him. He knew it was something many people wouldn’t understand, but he didn’t care. They were meant to share this woman.

  “Isn’t her skin soft, Linc? And her pretty pink nipples are begging to be sucked.”

  His palm glided over her stomach and then her breasts. She was already starting to close her eyes from the double dose of pleasure she was getting from both of them.

  “They’re small. I’m not very curvy or anything.”

  He cupped them, his tongue dipping to tease a nipple. Linc was doing the same to her other hardening peak. “They’re perfect for our mouths and tongues. The perfect size. See how Linc can fit your nipple into his mouth? I’m going to do the same.”

  They were sucking and licking on her breasts, her slim body writhing, her breath coming in pants. Justin could see the pearls of honey on the curls between her legs. He reached down and swirled his finger around her clit, making her shiver and moan.

  “That’s it, honey. Don’t hold back. Show us how you feel when we touch you.”

  Her eyes were closed and she licked her lips, letting her head loll back. He slipped first one, then two fingers inside her warm, wet pussy. Her muscles tightened on him and he hooked his fingers to rub her sweet spot, knowing how much she loved it.

  Her whole body trembled as she hovered on the brink of her orgasm. He gave Linc a signal and they both went to work on her nipples while he sped up the strokes with his fingers, brushing her clit with his thumb. Leah froze for a moment, her body going taut before she cried out their names. Her back arched and her cunt clamped down on his fingers, cream raining on his hand.

  She rode his fingers until she came down, gasping, her lids fluttering open to look at them dazedly. Linc gave her a long kiss before tweaking a nipple.

  “Hands and knees. Time to get fucked.”

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  Leah was still quivering from the mind-blowing orgasm her men had given her. She had known being with two men would be amazing, but nothing had prepared her for the reality. There weren’t words to describe all the sensations she was feeling at once. Their hands and mouths were everywhere and her body had drank in all the pleasure they had to give.

  She moved to her hands and knees, Justin pushing her thighs wide apart, Linc near her head. His hard cock was mere inches from her face and she gave the head a lick, tasting his sweet and salty pre-cum. He hissed and pointed to Justin.

  “Give her a smack on the ass for being a naughty little girl.”

  Before she could protest, Justin’s large hand landed on her bottom and she jumped at the sharp contact. She was about to turn around and tell him he had spanked her too hard when the pain turned into a heat spreading to her pussy and clit. She wriggled her ass, wanting more.

  Justin chuckled. “She likes it. I thought she would. Don’t worry, honey. You’ll get all you can handle from me and Linc. We love nothing better than to spank a cu
te little rear end like yours all night. Eventually, we’ll fuck it, too.”

  His finger trailed down into her ass crack and circled her tight rosette. “Would you like that? Do you want us to fuck your ass, honey?”

  She was already climbing toward orgasm again. Linc’s fingers had reached under her and were playing with her nipples while Justin’s finger was teasing her back door.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “I want you to do whatever you want. Spank it, fuck it. Whatever.”

  Justin leaned over and nipped at her shoulder. “We’ll do both those things. The fucking will need to wait for another night, but it will happen.”

  He leaned down and grabbed his pants and pulled out a condom. “You want a spit roast, huh? Do you want the Eiffel Tower as well?”

  She’d never heard of the Eiffel Tower.

  “What’s that?”

  Linc fisted his cock so it was right under her nose. He had a big grin on his face and she was once more taken aback by how handsome he looked when he was smiling.

  “It’s when the two guys high-five over the woman at the end.”

  She turned back to give Justin a dirty look. “Don’t you dare.”

  Justin rolled on the condom with a smirk. “I wouldn’t do it even if you double-dog dared me.”

  “Justin?”

  “Yes, honey?”

  “I double-dog dare you to spank and fuck me.”

  He was deep inside her in one hard thrust, taking her breath away. “Dare accepted. What about Linc?”

  She looked up into Linc’s dark eyes, not cold and lifeless this time. They were hot with arousal, the golden ring around the pupil glowing. She took a deep breath.

  “I double-dog dare you to pull my hair and fuck my face.”

  “I thought you wanted Justin to pull your hair.”

  Smart-ass.

  “I’m about to change my mind about both of you, sending you home with blue balls.”

  They both laughed. Justin pressed a kiss to the ass cheek he’d spanked. “Give us hell, honey.”