Sunset Hearts [The American Heroes Collection: Florida] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Macy Largo

  “Yeah. Won’t be able to talk if you’re too busy sucking on it.”

  Daphne giggled on Jerald’s other side. “Ooh, how do I get some of that action?”

  Alan jumped on the opportunity. “He loves having his cock sucked. Makes his eyes roll back in his head. He said I’m the best head he’s ever got, even better than any woman he was ever with.” Alan slid his hand between Jerald’s legs and squeezed his cock through his shorts. It had already grown rock hard.

  “Hey, that’s not fair,” Daphne protested. “How do you know I’m not better than you?”

  Challenge issued, gauntlet thrown. “Well, why don’t we let him decide?”

  Confusion painted Jerald’s face. “Whoa, what?”

  Alan leaned in and kissed him as he squeezed his cock again. “You just sit there and enjoy this.” He dropped to his knees on the floor in front of Jerald, who now looked shocked. “Come here, Daph. Put your mouth where your mouth is.”

  She giggled as she eagerly helped Alan yank Jerald’s shorts down and off him. Jerald was obviously still too confused to protest, his beer buzz and horny cock totally in control.

  Alan felt his own cock screaming for release as he wrapped his fingers around Jerald’s shaft. “I say ladies first.”

  Daphne nudged in and when Alan felt her hand wrap around Jerald’s cock, Alan let go.

  Jerald’s eyes widened in shock. Alan didn’t break contact with his lover’s gaze as he knelt next to Daphne and held her hair out of the way. She worked his cock with her lips and mouth, taking his large member almost all the way to the hilt.

  Damn, the girl can go deep.

  He looked at Jerald as he whispered in Daphne’s ear, “You want to feel that beautiful cock buried in your sweet pussy tonight, baby?”

  She moaned around Jerald’s cock, making Jerald moan in reply. One of Jerald’s hands cupped the back of her head, his hips now rocking in time with her movements as he thrust.

  “Don’t make him come too fast. Let him enjoy it. We can probably get two or three out of him tonight if we work together. I want to feel your mouth on my cock, too. I also want a chance to fuck you good, baby.”

  She moaned again, louder. He slipped his other hand inside the front of her shorts. She spread her knees a little wider as his fingers plunged between her legs and found her wet.

  “Jesus, sweetheart, look at how wet your pussy is. You’re really horny, aren’t you?”

  Her moans had turned to desperate whimpers as he finger fucked her for a minute.

  Alan wished he could take a picture of Jerald’s stunned, wide eyes. Alan withdrew his hand and stuck the two fingers in his mouth.

  Jerald licked his lips as Alan slowly sucked her juices off his fingers. “How is she doing?” Alan asked him.

  He nodded, speechless.

  Alan stood and knelt next to him on the couch. Jerald’s gaze never left him, following Alan as he kissed him. “I want to watch you fuck her,” Alan softly said. “I want to watch you spread her legs and sink that gorgeous cock of yours inside her and pound her until she’s screaming your name.”

  Jerald moaned.

  Alan leaned closer, his forehead touching Jerald’s. “I bet you want to watch me fuck her too, don’t you?”

  Jerald nodded.

  “It’s been a long time since I’ve gone down on a girl. Think you can talk me through it?”

  Jerald grabbed his head and crushed his lips against Alan’s, his whole body shaking as a long, loud groan escaped him.

  Alan heard Daphne happily moan, then she suddenly bobbed her head up and down on Jerald’s cock.

  There he blows…

  A moment later, she still knelt before him, her cheek resting against Jerald’s thigh, his hand gently stroking her hair. His eyes had dropped closed, but he still held Alan tightly against him, Alan’s face pressed against his neck.

  “Holy fuck,” Jerald whispered.

  “Was that a good ‘holy fuck’?”

  “Yeah.” Jerald opened his eyes. Alan spotted the worry there, but he leaned in and kissed Jerald hard, Alan’s tongue plunging and dueling with Jerald’s until he knew he had Jerald’s full attention again.

  “Let’s take our girl to bed and show her a good time, why don’t we?” Alan suggested

  Jerald nodded.

  Alan stood and caught Daphne’s hand. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her. Kissing her felt so different. He had to hold back, be gentle, savor her. Jerald still sat there on the couch, in shock.

  He grabbed Jerald’s hand and hauled him to his feet. “Come on, tough guy. My turn to play. We’ve got a very horny girl here who needs our services.”

  Alan led them to the master bedroom. He pushed Daphne into Jerald’s arms after pulling her shirt up and off over her head. “Keep her busy for a second, buddy.”

  Jerald kissed her. She melted into his arms as Alan reached around her. He unfastened her shorts and pushed them and her underwear down her legs. He dropped his own shorts after skimming his shirt off. Then he pressed his body along hers, his stiff cock nestled in the seam of her ass.

  Maybe this is how they’d take her, him behind, Jerald on the bed in front of her, his slightly larger cock buried inside her pussy while he got to sample her sweet backside.

  She started grinding her hips against them as he nipped his way across her shoulders. “You keep doing that, baby,” he whispered, “and you’re going to get all the horny cock you can handle tonight.”

  Both she and Jerald moaned.

  Alan pulled her from his lover’s arms and turned her around so he could kiss her. “Get on the bed.” She did.

  He looked at Jerald. The other man stared at her in stunned disbelief. His cock had hardened again, but he still wore his shirt. “You gonna wear that all night, or you taking it off?”

  Jerald realized what he meant. He pulled it off and dropped it to the floor.

  The men crawled onto the bed. Alan kissed her tummy, running his tongue around her navel, teasing her. She squirmed, trying to coax him between her legs.

  He chuckled. “What’s the matter, baby?”

  Her hazel eyes looked dark, filled with passion. “Please,” she whimpered.

  “Spread your legs,” Jerald hoarsely said, taking Alan by surprise.

  She did.

  Jerald sat behind her, leaning against the headboard and supporting Daphne. Alan knelt between her legs. He wanted to watch Jerald’s hands as they caressed her, brushing over her skin until he cupped her breasts and played with her nipples, his thumbs rubbing them into hard peaks.

  She threw her head back against Jerald’s shoulder and begged for more.

  Jerald looked down her body until his eyes met Alan’s. “Look at me,” Jerald silently mouthed.

  Alan smiled as he lowered his mouth to her mound and traced her sex with his tongue. He never looked away from Jerald’s intense blue gaze.

  Daphne’s skin flushed. “Yes!” she gasped.

  Alan felt like his cock would explode from the friction of it rubbing against the bed as he teased her with his mouth and tongue, the sound of her pleasured whimpers, and the smoldering passion in his lover’s eyes as he watched him go down on her.

  “Don’t let her come,” Jerald hoarsely said again, sounding like he could barely speak.

  She tried to protest, but Jerald kissed her. “No, baby. I want to feel you come with my cock in you.”

  Alan sat up and kissed him. He reached over to the bedside table where he grabbed a condom from the drawer. Jerald’s eyes followed his hand. He arched an eyebrow at Alan.

  “Be prepared,” Alan said.

  Jerald smirked, then kissed him again. “Put it on me,” he said.

  Alan patted her on the hip to move her, then he leaned over and sucked Jerald’s cock into his mouth.

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” Jerald said. He tangled his fingers in Alan’s hair and thrust a few times before Alan sat up and rolled the condom on him.

  Daphne tried to squirm a
gainst Alan, wanting him to take her again and finish what he started. He grabbed her waist and nudged her until she straddled Jerald’s cock, her back against Jerald’s chest. Jerald still sat up against the headboard. Alan pushed down on her hips, encouraging her to impale herself on him.

  “Fuck him good, because then it’s my turn,” Alan said.

  Her head lolled back against Jerald’s chest, tucked under his chin as she rolled her hips.

  Jerald’s eyes bored into Alan’s. Then he laced his fingers through Alan’s and they both held her there between them. Alan leaned over her and kissed him. “How’s she feel, buddy?”

  “So good.”

  Alan slipped his hands free and backed down the bed, his gaze still locked on Jerald’s blue eyes. Jerald slid his hands down between her legs. “Spread your legs wider, baby,” he encouraged, nuzzling her ear as he stared at Alan.

  She did, now squirming on his cock, whining, wanting release.

  “Calm down, we’ll take care of you,” Alan teased.

  Jerald’s fingers parted the soft, short downy hair between her legs and opened her wide and vulnerable to Alan.

  “Use your tongue on her again,” Jerald hoarsely ordered.

  Alan smiled before doing it, a long, slow stroke from where Jerald’s cock disappeared inside her, up past her clit, and back again. He took time at the bottom of his journey to swirl his tongue over Jerald’s balls.

  Jerald sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck!” he whispered.

  Their girl seemed to be in a frenzy. “Please make me come!” she begged.

  Alan placed his hands over Jerald’s. Using his lips and tongue, he flicked and tormented her clit as she bounced on Jerald’s cock and tried to gain enough traction against Alan’s tongue to push her over.

  Jerald’s mouth parted, his tongue flicking out and licking his lips before he swallowed hard. “I want to feel her squeezing my cock.”

  Daphne lifted an arm and hooked it around Jerald’s neck. He kissed her before his gaze returned to Alan.

  Her whole body trembled. Then she cried out, her back arching as she came.

  “That’s it, baby,” Jerald coaxed. “Give it to us.” He grabbed her hips and thrust up into her. Alan reached between Jerald’s legs and played with his sac as he rose up on his knees and kissed the man.

  “Fuck her good,” Alan said. “Give her that sweet cock.”

  “God, yes!” Jerald’s thrusts shook the bed as he bounced her on his shaft. With a final grunt, he buried his cock inside her as his eyes dropped closed.

  He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. Alan leaned in, kissed both of them, then patted her on the hip. “Sorry, baby. You’ve gotta move.”

  She rolled off Jerald, but snuggled against him as he stroked her hair. Alan smiled. “I’ll take care of that for you.” He pulled the condom off his softening cock and disposed of it. When he returned to bed, he knelt over Daphne and kissed her. “Did you save a little energy for me?”

  She smiled. “Oh, yeah.”

  Jerald stretched out on the bed next to them and rolled onto his side. He leaned in and latched onto one of her nipples, nipping her and making her squirm. Alan kissed her, his cock screaming at him to fuck her.

  She looked beautiful, her skin flushed, a fine sheen of sweat covering her body. “Do you want me to fuck you too, baby?”

  She nodded, her bottom lip caught under her teeth.

  Jerald reached over to the table and retrieved another condom. “I’m going to love watching him with you.”

  After Alan rolled on the condom, he lifted her legs to his shoulders. “I want to take you deep, sweetheart,” he said. “Gonna fuck you slow and deep until you’re begging me for it.”

  Jerald kissed her. His hand trailed between her legs and caught Alan’s cock before he slipped it inside her. He gave it a gentle squeeze before lining it up so Alan could plunge deep inside her.

  She closed her eyes. “Yes!”

  Alan looked at Jerald, kept his eyes on his lover, knew he wanted his full attention. She felt so good in a different way from when he fucked Jerald.

  “You’re the first girl he’s fucked in a long time, baby,” Jerald growled in her ear as he played with her clit.

  She moaned, squirming as his hand stroked her.

  His eyes never left Alan’s. “You’re our girl, no one else’s. You got that?”

  “Yes!”

  Alan smiled as a slow, sultry grin curled Jerald’s sexy lips. “We’ll take good care of you, sweetie.”

  Her eyes opened as she looked at Jerald, then Alan. “I love you guys,” she whispered.

  Both men froze, then looked at her. Jerald kissed her. “We love you too, sweetheart.”

  Alan kissed her. “We’ll always love you.” He stroked his cock into her, taking his time, savoring the feel of her muscles gripping him.

  Jerald continued to play with her clit. “Let’s get one more out of you, baby. I want him to feel how good you are.”

  Alan thrust harder, deeper, feeling his release curling inside him as his balls tightened. “I’m close,” he said.

  Jerald rolled her swollen nub between his fingers while he nuzzled her ear with his lips. “Don’t leave us hanging. Give it to us.”

  She whimpered. Alan felt her trying to thrust in time with him. She held onto his arms, her fingers tightening around his wrists. “Harder.”

  He smiled. “Anything for you, darlin’.” He took long, deep, hard strokes as Jerald captured her lips.

  Then he felt it, the magical, sweet sensation of her pussy clamping down on his cock as she let out a keening cry.

  “That’s it!” Alan let his own climax wash over him, his eyes catching Jerald’s blue gaze. He didn’t want to move, wanted to curl up there with them. He carefully lowered her legs and kissed her, then felt Jerald tap him on the ass.

  “Condom.”

  “Shit.” Alan carefully withdrew, but before he could get out of bed, Jerald slipped a hand between his legs.

  “I’ll get it.”

  Alan laughed as Jerald smirked. “Least I can do is repay the favor.” Jerald kissed him before leaving the bed to dispose of the condom.

  Daphne rolled into his arms, snuggling her head against his chest. He kissed the top of her head. “You okay, baby?”

  “Yeah,” she sighed. “Sleepy.”

  He felt pretty damn sleepy himself.

  Jerald returned and they curled up with her between them.

  The two men stared at each other over the top of her head for a long moment before they both broke into wide grins. She was already asleep as they kissed before settling in for the night.

  * * * *

  At first, Daphne didn’t understand why she felt so freaking sore when she awoke the next morning.

  Until she realized she still lay sandwiched between the men in their bed and the previous night’s events returned in a rush.

  Heat raced to her face. Holy fuck was I drunk!

  Trying to slow her panicked pulse, she lay there staring at the dark ceiling, praying they wouldn’t be upset. Hell yes she’d enjoyed it, but at the time, between the beer buzz and how horny they’d made her, she hadn’t bothered writing, much less cashing, a reality check.

  One of the men, Alan, she knew from the faint scent of his cologne, shifted position in his sleep, his hand settling over her left breast.

  No chance of escape.

  Not that she wanted to escape, but Jesus, what would happen once they woke up?

  She loved them. Yes, it was out. Not just because they’d taken her in and helped her. She loved Alan’s playful, sometimes borderline silly nature, and she loved Jerald’s deceptively rocky façade, which he’d allowed her to penetrate and see the sensitive man hidden inside.

  Jerald rolled toward her, his hand sliding across her belly, then lower, between her legs. “You awake, sweetie?” he rumbled.

  “Yes,” she squeaked.

  One intense blue eye popped open. “What’s
wrong?”

  She swallowed hard. “Um…nothing?”

  “Was that an answer or a question?” Alan snarked from her other side.

  Okay, so they were both awake.

  Jerald lifted his head and kissed her. “If the nervous tone is because you’re worried how we’re going to react, don’t worry. We still love and respect you.”

  She caught the playful curl to his lips.

  “Do you still love us?” Alan asked.

  She turned her head to look at him. His big brown eyes had filled with worry of his own.

  She nodded.

  His face exploded into a beaming grin. “That’s a hell of a way to wake us up, sugar, by scaring the crap out of us like that.”

  “You guys are really okay with this?” she nervously asked. Oh please, oh please, oh please!

  Jerald kissed her again, taking her breath away. She even welcomed his morning-after beer breath as his tongue gently asked for access. He took long, languid minutes exploring her. “Yes,” he finally said. “We’re really okay with this.”

  Alan nuzzled the side of her neck. “So, how’d we do?”

  “Even the Russian judge gave you a perfect ten.”

  He pumped his arm in the air. “Yes!”

  They both laughed at Jerald’s puzzled expression.

  * * * *

  After coffee, breakfast, and a shower, they tumbled into bed again and spent the morning making love. When an afternoon thunderstorm broke, they lay in bed together, watching fat raindrops bounce off the deck as thunder rumbled.

  “What happens now?” Daphne asked, almost afraid of their answer.

  Alan gently stroked her arm. “What do you mean?”

  She closed her eyes. “What happens in the future?”

  Jerald nuzzled her neck, behind her ear. “We get you safely through the trial and then we enjoy spending the rest of our lives together.”

  “And build our house,” Alan added.

  Her heart raced. “Your house?”

  “Our house,” Alan repeated for emphasis. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “All three of us. In fact, I’ve got an appointment next week with a contractor.”

  She turned to look at Jerald. His normally hard face broke into a beaming smile. “Believe it, sweetie. All three of us.” Then his smile faded. “You do want to stay with us, right?”