The American Soldier Collection 6: Their Masquerade (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “I’m coming in, baby. I’m going to make you mine, too.”

  L.T. gently pulled his fingers from her ass and then added a bit more lube to her hole. He wanted to be sure not to tear her apart. He was a big man, and she was delicate and petite.

  Slowly, he lined the mushroom top with her anus and began to push through the tight rings of muscle.

  Axel released her lips and Mariah moaned as she held still.

  “Easy, baby. Nice and easy, just relax,” Quentin instructed.

  “Oh, God. Oh, God, move faster. Please move, get in there, please,” she begged and L.T. held his cock back. He didn’t want to hurt her.

  She began to move, taking Quentin’s cock deeper into her pussy. She rose up and L.T. started to push deeper when Mariah pressed back. He grabbed her shoulders and thrust into her the rest of the way.

  “Oh!” she nearly screamed.

  “So fucking tight. I won’t last. Holy shit. Fuck,” L.T. ground out as he began to move. He started to pull out and Mariah thrust backward. She began to move on both of them, taking Quentin into her pussy and then lifting up and thrusting back to take L.T. into her ass. Over and over again she was moving faster, deeper when Axel cupped her one breast and Deacon cupped her other breast. They did something to her that sent her screaming her release and shaking in the aftermath.

  “Holy shit,” Quentin said and thrust upward as L.T. exploded inside of her.

  They came together as one and Mariah fell to Quentin’s chest, gasping for air.

  L.T. smiled. First as he gently ran his hands along Mariah’s back, and then to her ass as he slowly pulled out. Then he looked up at Deacon and Axel. They were shaking their heads, and damn did they look hungry.

  * * * *

  Deacon lifted Mariah off of Quentin and held her in his arms. He kissed her neck, ran his hands along her back and ass as he lowered her onto her back on the bed.

  She cupped his face between her hands and smiled at him.

  “I want you.”

  He smiled.

  “I want you, too,” he replied.

  Deacon maneuvered between her legs and lowered his mouth to her breast. Taking the small, tight nipple between his teeth, he teased her flesh and then attempted to suck more of her round breast into his mouth. Twirling his tongue around the areola and then over her nipple again, he pulled it taut.

  She stared down at his features. Deacon had a tan complexion, a hardened expression on his face and was filled with muscles. He was lean, yet solid and strong. He had a calm demeanor. She hardly ever heard him raise his voice or become aggressive. She shared a lot of memories of Michael with him. Memories that always included him and the rest of the team along with it.

  He pulled her nipple harder, making her gasp. The imaginary line from her nipple to her pussy tugged at her core.

  “Oh, God, you’re so naughty. That feels incredible.”

  “You look incredible,” Axel stated from the side of her. He joined them on the bed and was moving his hand along her ribs to her breast. She stared into his brown eyes as he leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. She closed her eyes.

  Deacon released her breast. “How do you want us?” he asked her.

  She looked at both of them. She felt her heart racing, and could practically feel her blood pumping through her veins. She was so in tune to her body’s reaction to Deacon and Axel. She loved it. She wanted more. The feeling could only be described as a hunger for them. She placed her one palm against Axel’s cheek, holding his head nearly over her breast and neck, and she kept her other hand against Deacon’s cheek.

  “How about you take me any way you want to?”

  Mariah felt alive and exhilarated. She adored these men so much. She was awed by their individual personalities, and all they had accomplished in life.

  “I like the sound of that,” Deacon whispered, holding her gaze as he began to kiss a path along her skin, down her belly, and straight to her cunt.

  She tried to close her thighs as his teeth nipped her clitoris, but Axel wouldn’t allow it, and neither would Quentin. Axel massaged one thigh open while Quentin massaged her other thigh open, and both men leaned down to kiss her very sensitive skin.

  She shivered with a combination of responses to their simultaneous touch. Deacon flicked his tongue against her pussy lips and then plunged his tongue inside of her. Axel licked and nibbled her inner thigh up to her hipbone on one side, while Quentin did the same thing on her other side. Then L.T. joined in and placed her hands above her head, locking her wrists with one of his own hands before he began to play with her nipples.

  “Oh, God, this is crazy. Oh,” she moaned as she thrust her hips making Deacon suck harder and then add a digit to her pussy. All of them were touching her, kissing her, arousing her senses beyond anything she could have ever imagined. She started to pump her hips more.

  “That’s it, baby. You look so fucking hot,” L.T. encouraged her as Mariah felt the energy build up inside of her. She was getting to that point again, and she knew what was coming.

  “Oh, God. Oh, Deacon.” She yelled Deacon’s name as he sucked her clit hard, while he used his teeth, and she lost it.

  “Deacon, Deacon, Deacon.” She screamed his name and shook as her body erupted into orgasm.

  “Holy shit,” Axel exclaimed.

  Deacon lifted up and smiled.

  “Now you’re ready.”

  Axel released her leg, and so did Quentin as Deacon grabbed a hold of her thighs, pressed forward, and thrust into her sopping wet pussy.

  Mariah screamed again and tossed her head side to side while L.T. held her hands in his hard strong grip above her head.

  She was shaking and moaning with every thrust from Deacon’s cock. The man felt so hard she thought he might tear her open.

  “Deacon, holy crap, I can’t take it. I can’t.”

  “You will take it. Because after I’m done, Axel is going to flip you over onto all fours and fuck you in the ass while you suck L.T.’s cock.”

  “Oh, fuck,” Axel stated as he sat up on his knees. He was chanting Deacon on.

  Deacon continued to stroke into her cunt at record speed.

  “Please. Let me touch you.”

  L.T. released her wrists and she grabbed on to Deacon.

  She ran her fingers through his hair, gripped his scalp, and lifted her pelvis. It caused Deacon to thrust deeper and she moaned and wrapped her legs around him higher. She dug her heels into his ass, trying to get her legs around his thick solid waist. He was so big compared to her. They all were.

  Deacon called out her name as he wrapped his arms around her and thrust harder, making the bed dip and creak.

  “Damn, baby, I’m there. You feel so fucking good. You fit me perfectly.”

  “Oh, Deacon. Oh, God, please, don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She felt her body tighten up again and as Deacon roared against her neck, she screamed his name as she exploded along with him.

  * * * *

  Axel smiled as he watched Deacon and Mariah cuddle. She looked about ready to pass out and he wanted to make love to her, too. She must have been thinking the same thing because suddenly Mariah opened her eyes and smiled.

  “Hey, I thought you were going to place me on all fours and fuck me from behind.”

  The others chuckled.

  “I think that can be arranged,” Axel stated, and then started to move toward her. Deacon moved out of the way and Quentin got up off the bed. He tossed Axel the lube.

  Axel tapped the bottle against the palm of his hand.

  “You sure do act like an experienced woman.”

  She moved around and stood up on her knees. She moved toward him.

  “I’m not experienced, but I sure as hell hope to be by the end of the night.” She moved her hand along his neck, cupped his head, and kissed him deeply on the lips. She was taking control of the lovemaking, and Axel didn’t know what to do.

  Once she finished kissing him, he stared down into her
eyes.

  “That little move is going to cost ya.”

  She scrunched her eyebrows together. “Cost me?” she asked.

  In a flash, Axel wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped her onto her belly. She squealed as he pulled her down to the edge of the bed, lifted her hips, and then thrust his hips against her spread thighs.

  She was on all fours, gripping the comforter.

  While using his hands to get his message across, he caressed up her thighs, letting his thumbs stroke the underside of her pussy as well as the crack of her ass. He squeezed the delicate flesh, and she moaned.

  “You’re going to learn really quickly that I’m always in charge, especially in the bedroom.”

  He pressed a thumb against her sensitive clit, and began to stroke it.

  Her head lowered, and she moaned and tried to move forward, but his hold was firm.

  “Oh, God, Axel.”

  She moaned and he pressed his thumb and pointer further until his pointer sunk up into her cunt and his thumb pressed against her forbidden hole.

  “Oh!” she moaned louder.

  Then L.T. appeared. He looked wild with desire.

  L.T. placed his hand on Mariah’s head, letting his fingers entwine with her gorgeous locks and he forced her head upward, slowly.

  “We’re always in charge, Mariah. I think you need to learn that, quickly.”

  Axel watched as L.T. tapped the tip of his cock against Mariah’s lips. Right before she opened her mouth to accept him, Axel thrust his fingers into her pussy and the tip of his thumb into her ass.

  “Oh!” she moaned, and L.T. pressed his cock inward.

  “Holy fuck, she looks incredible,” Quentin stated.

  A glance to the left and Axel saw his friend sitting in the chair watching. He was holding his cock and staring at Mariah.

  Deacon sat in another chair in a dead stare at her.

  It all fed Axel’s hunger. All the pent up emotions and needs he had submerged all these years about Mariah, now came to a head. He pulled his fingers from her cunt. She gasped, but was so busy sucking L.T.’s cock she didn’t pull away.

  Axel reached down for the tube of lube.

  He whispered to Mariah as he prepared her for his entry.

  “Years. For too many fucking years, I’ve wanted you. We’ve, wanted you. There’s no turning back now, Mariah.”

  He rubbed the tip of his cock from her wet pussy as he pressed the lube into her ass. She wiggled her ass and he gripped her cheek.

  He pushed his fingers in and out of her ass, watching how she sucked him in, and how she thrust her ass slowly back against his fingers. When he pulled them out, she followed, trying to get him back in.

  “Sweet mother of God, you are so made for me, woman. This ass is mine.”

  He spread her cheeks, as he pressed the mushroom top against the tight entrance. He stared in awe, appreciating her soft skin, the curves of her body, and the way she moaned deeply with L.T.’s cock in her mouth.

  He clenched his teeth, and Axel willed himself to go slow, to take his time and relish in the fact that he was making love to Mariah. But it was too much. The sounds L.T. was making, Mariah’s moans, Deacon’s grunts, and then Quentin, damn Quentin and his ways.

  “Fuck that ass, Axel. Claim her, and make her scream your name,” Quentin ordered.

  “Oh!” Mariah called out as L.T. pulled from her mouth and Axel shoved into her to the hilt.

  He held himself inside of her ass, his balls firm against her lower ass cheeks and cunt. He absorbed every sensation. The deep pull from within him, the need to fuck and claim Mariah. The tightness and squeeze of her anal muscles against his oversensitive cock, and her scent. The scent of Mariah’s perfume that he recognized and associated only with her.

  “Mine.” He growled and began to slowly move in and out of her ass. Mariah gripped the comforter with her fists. Axel reached under her to cup her breasts as he pulled her up and fucked her faster from behind.

  “Axel, oh God. You’re so big and hard.”

  “For you, baby. Hard for you.” He couldn’t explain the emotions that overcame him. His hips moved with such speed and purpose as Mariah called out his name.

  “More. Oh, God, I need more.” She reached for her own pussy, but L.T. must have moved her hands aside and pressed his fingers into her because suddenly she tilted forward and screamed. She was shaking as she came. The sloshing sound filled the room, and that made Axel move faster. He licked her neck, sucked on her shoulder as he grunted and fucked her.

  “Oh, God. Fuck, baby. Never like this. Never.” He roared as he came. His seed shot from his cock, from deep in his balls to the tip of his dick he felt every bit of the orgasm that rocked his entire body. He fell forward, and L.T. was there to catch them both.

  Mariah was moaning and he worried that he had hurt her.

  “Is she okay?” he asked, slowly pulling from her ass. As he placed his hand against her cheek he saw her lips and tongue kissing L.T.’s skin. Her blue eyes stared up at him, and when she smiled, he smiled.

  “Incredible,” she whispered.

  “You sure as hell are, baby.”

  Chapter 11

  Mariah felt as if she were dozing off, and then came the warm, damp washcloth. She pulled her legs tighter, as she opened her eyes and spotted Deacon.

  “Open up for me, baby, I’m just cleaning you up,” he said.

  She felt a bit embarrassed. Was this a normal thing men did after they had sex with a woman? “I can do it.”

  “Nonsense. It’s our job to take care of you,” L.T. scolded from the side of the bed.

  She stared at him.

  “Are we back at that again?” she asked, as Deacon parted her thighs, cleaned her up, and then gently dried her.

  “Roll to your belly,” Deacon whispered, assisting her.

  She did, and then he cleaned her up from behind, dried her, and then tossed the towel onto the rug. He straddled her legs from behind and she moaned, wondering if he was preparing to take her ass. She wasn’t sure if she could handle it. This had been her first time having sex of any kind and she’d just about covered all aspects of it with them.

  “Relax. I’m going to take good care of you,” Deacon said in that soft, caring tone she had come to know so well. His large, calloused hands began to move along her shoulders, kneading her flesh and tenderizing sore muscles. Before long she was moaning and chanting his name.

  “Deacon, oh, that feels nice. God, Deacon, you have great hands.”

  “Baby, you keep moaning like that and we’re going to end this little break sooner than later,” Quentin told her. She turned to her right and looked at him. He was only wearing boxers, military green. He looked so damn sexy. It was another shock to her system.

  “End this little break. You mean there’s more?” she asked.

  Quentin looked at the clock.

  “Break’s over in zero one hundred hours,” he said, using military time. She knew it was 1:00 a.m., and she was exhausted.

  “Of course there’s more, Mariah. You’re ours for the night, and in the morning, we’re taking you home,” L.T. stated.

  She lifted to her elbows. “Taking me home? No, you’re not. I’m staying in town. I have things to do,” she said, instantly thinking about the agents, and how she was supposed to accept the job with Manchenso and be the eyes and ears for the agency. She had to do this in order to help catch DeLacruz.

  “What’s that expression for? What’s so important that you need to stay in town?” Deacon asked her.

  “I have to. I have job interviews.”

  “You’re not taking any jobs here. You can find something closer to home,” Axel informed her.

  She pushed up, and Axel moved to the side so she could sit up.

  “That’s not your decision to make for me, Axel.”

  “There are things going on,” Deacon added.

  “What things? I’m here for a reason. I’ve already interviewed for a job,
and I’m considering taking the position.”

  “No, you’re not. You’re not taking the position at Armor Con,” L.T. told her as he stood up from the bed. She pulled the sheet up to cover her naked body. She stared at the four men. This wasn’t going well. How could a perfect evening turn to shit so fast?

  “How did you know about the interview?” she asked them.

  “We know everything about you, Mariah. It’s our job, remember?” L.T. asked.

  The anger hit her immediately. She couldn’t help but to wonder if they’d just made love to her like this, here at the masquerade, to keep her from sleeping with some other man or men. They wanted to stake a claim, yet a temporary one, just enough to keep other men at bay. She was furious.

  “Slow down there, Mariah. I can see there are some crazy thoughts going through that head of yours. Take a breath and calm down,” Deacon told her. She shot a look at him.

  “Fuck you,” she said and then began to climb off the bed. Before she could make her way from the room, L.T. grabbed her arm and pulled her hard against him.

  “We’re not playing fucking games here. You’re going to do as we say, and there’s no discussion.”

  “Now, L.T., maybe we can just explain—”

  “No explanations. She’s our responsibility and we will protect her and guide her in her decisions.”

  “You’re not my father, L.T. Guide me in my decisions? I’m not one of your fucking missions,” she yelled at him as she shoved her finger into his chest. He grabbed her wrist, holding both wrists behind her back. His hold was firm, and damn it her pussy was instantly wet and her nipples hard as damn pebbles.

  L.T. squeezed her tightly against him as he spoke, his dark blue eyes piercing and filled with authority.

  “You’re our greatest mission and you’re our last one.” He covered her mouth with his own. He plunged his tongue between her teeth and she moaned into his mouth. He was backing her up against the bed and he released her hands as he lifted her hips, spreading her thighs. His mouth pulled from hers, and she was hardly even on the bed. Her ass hung over the edge.