Dirty Pleasures [Pleasure, Montana 10] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  “Brain freeze,” Dylan said.

  “Don’t you know there’s a technique to eating ice cream?” She was looking at Dylan, but Gabe rotated her around.

  “Show us, baby.”

  The way he said baby had her heart firing rapidly. She’d started this ridiculous line of questioning, so she might as well finish it.

  “I’ll show you.” She placed a big glob of ice cream on her spoon then licked the top nice and slow.

  Gabe’s lips thinned. He lifted the spoon from her hands and twirled his tongue in the ice cream while focusing on her breasts. He was playing dirty. The man was so going down.

  If it had been their intention to make her forget about her confession, it had worked. She had other things on her mind now, and it wasn’t John or having a cry fest. Before they decided she wasn’t for them, she wanted to experience these two in the most carnal way. They were noble, and she knew without a doubt that they’d never hurt her—at least not on purpose. That kind of trust was hard to come by.

  She took the spoon back from him. “You like to torture my cookie dough?”

  “We ate it too fast before, so I was trying to slow down, take my time, and enjoy every lick.” Gabe slightly ran his tongue over his lips.

  The man was evil, so she faced Dylan. “So how do you think a man should eat ice cream?”

  He grinned. “One lick at a time.”

  By now her pussy had dampened her panties, but she wasn’t the type to put the moves on a guy, let alone two of them. They were the experts if her sister could be believed. Yet, when they stayed at her house, they’d been in control—flirtatious even, but they never acted on it. It was almost as if they were waiting for her to instigate something. Even then, Dylan must have sensed she was leery of men.

  She put down her dish, and while she’d just eaten something cold, she undid the top button on his oversized shirt. “I’m hot.”

  Dylan grinned again. “We’d be bad hosts if we didn’t help cool you off then.”

  He leaned forward and passed the button through the next hole to open it. “That better?”

  Was he asking permission to go further? He shouldn’t have to. She’d made it clear, at least she had in her mind, that she wanted him. Take me. Dominate me. Love me. Okay, maybe she’d read too many romance novels, but these men were the type to do what they wanted.

  Once more the image of John appeared. That was his problem. He did whatever she wanted. He was weak.

  “Sugar?”

  She refocused. Both Gabe and Dylan were standing in front of her. “Yes?”

  “Are you ill?”

  She kept drifting off into her bad place. That had to stop.

  Gabe leaned over and scooped her up in his arms. “We need to put her to bed and examine her.”

  The absurdity of his statement had her laughing way too loudly.

  “You’re right, Gabe. It’s the heat. It’s gone to her brain.”

  Gabe didn’t have to carry her far as his bedroom was right off the living room. Dylan pulled down the spread and Gabe placed her on the rather cool sheets. Without a word, he took off one sock and Dylan the other. They probably were giving her one last chance to tell them no.

  Well, she didn’t want to say no. She held her breath waiting to see what they would do next.

  “I say strip her.” That came from Gabe.

  This time they didn’t wait for her to respond. Dylan reached under her shirt and tickled her. The attack had her crunching in her stomach and pushing him away, but she was laughing so hard, her strength had gone to zero. “Dylan!”

  He finally let up, but tears managed to leak out of her eyes. Gabe took advantage of her distraction and pulled the cord on her sweats.

  “We need to take these off, baby, to see what’s wrong with you.”

  There was nothing wrong with her except she needed some loving. In a flash, the pants disappeared.

  He whistled. “Look at those panties. You are one hot babe, baby.”

  “Thank you.”

  Dylan sat her up and lifted the shirt over her head. It was so big that he didn’t need to undo any more of the buttons. When she was down to her bra and panties the men stilled.

  Dylan glanced at Gabe. “We hit gold.”

  They were being so nice. Gabe pulled his shirt over his head and undid his belt. “Don’t want my buckle to hurt you.”

  Her breath caught, and she stared at his rippled chest. While she’d seen him naked for a moment, she hadn’t taken the time to really study him. “Oh, my.”

  Gabe grinned.

  “He’s got nothing on me, sugar,” Dylan said.

  He was in a T-shirt and sweats and after he ripped off his shirt, Dylan straightened and flexed his muscles. Wow oh wow.

  She schooled her features, something she’d perfected. “Hmm. You’ll both have to come closer so I can see who has the better body.” She got up on her knees, stretched out her hands, and wiggled her fingers.

  They obliged. Closing her eyes, she ran her palms down each of their pecs. It came as no surprise that they each puffed up their chests and tightened their muscles. She dragged her palms downward, loving the peaks and valleys as she tripped over their ribs. She moved her hands to the middle of their bodies to enjoy the tautness of their abs.

  “Who’s better?” Gabe challenged.

  “I need more time.”

  She was loving this. The men she’d slept with in the past just wanted sex, and none had been this playful. As much as she planned on loving them, she liked they were giving her time to get used to touching them. They probably thought she’d balk and wanted her to be sure that this was what she wanted.

  I do.

  Dylan clasped her wrist. “I gotta ask.”

  His tone had turned so serious she opened her eyes “What?”

  “Have you ever been with two men before? We don’t want to rush you.”

  How sweet was that? She saw no need to lie. “No.”

  He glanced at Gabe. “We’ll take good care of you.”

  “I know.” His words thrilled her. “Now may I continue with the comparison?”

  “If you want to, but I’m telling you, I’m the better one,” Dylan said.

  Gabe growled and she smiled. Once more she closed her eyes, and instead of using her palm, she dragged two fingers down the middle of their bodies hoping she’d run into their cocks. With her eyes closed, she could pretend she didn’t know she’d gone so low.

  Okay, she knew they wouldn’t buy it, but it would be fun to see what they did. She loved to suck on a cock, but what would she do when presented with two? What was the protocol? Damn, now she wished she and her sister had been on more intimate terms.

  Concentrating, she rubbed her fingers around in a circle right below their belly buttons. Gabe’s abs seemed to protrude more, but Dylan’s had less space between them. Hmm. Both had their pros and cons. When she bumped into the top of Gabe’s jeans and Dylan’s sweats she opened her eyes and leaned back.

  “Well, the results are inconclusive. Chests alone shouldn’t be the determining factor.”

  As expected Gabe grinned. “How about checking out the rest of us?”

  She rubbed her chin and gave him a low-sounding “mmm.” Then she inhaled. “Okay. Strip.”

  She sat back and watched eagerly. Dylan dropped his sweats seconds before Gabe was able to remove his jeans, but her heart had already stopped.

  Holy fuck. She’d never seen two more magnificent cocks in her life. Her eyes had widened and she was sure the intake of breath had been audible, so she had to work hard to blank her face.

  “Well?” Gabe asked.

  How did one go about comparing cocks? “Ah, Dylan’s cock is a little longer, but yours appears to be thicker.” She shook her head. “In all honesty, it’s hard to tell just by looking.” She couldn’t get more blunt than that.

  Dylan dropped a knee on the bed. “Doesn’t a woman prefer length over girth?”

  Gabe grabbed his c
ock and lowered it, aiming the head right at her face. “A woman wants it thick to stretch her pussy wide.”

  Did he really just say that? She swallowed another laugh. The men she affiliated with in Philadelphia never talked about something as intimate as what their cock did to her pussy. She should be offended but wasn’t. Their attitude was actually refreshing.

  “You know, boys, I’m still on the fence about who’s better.”

  Gabe looked over at Dylan. “You hear that? Our woman is on the fence. Boy, do I have a post for you to sit on.” He cocked a brow. “Get it? Fence post?” He wiggled his cock.

  She cracked up. His accent had thickened so much it had turned into a drawl.

  Dylan faced him. “You’re a pig, Gabe. Ceci is a lady who needs some tender loving, not some hot to trot cowboy who just wants to poke her.”

  Who would have thought all this dirty talk would turn her on?

  She held up her hands. “Whoa. The only way to truly decide is to taste each of you.” Then make love with you.

  “Oorah.” Gabe whirled an imaginary lasso in his hand. “You can start with me, baby.”

  She crawled over to Dylan. “While I appreciate Gabe’s enthusiasm, you’re leaking and I need to clean you up.”

  He smiled. “You go right ahead and slurp away.”

  Before either of them decided they wanted something other than a blow job, she pulled Dylan’s cock toward her and licked the salty pre-cum from his slit. He tasted yummy. Now she wanted to have him make more.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Gabe walking to the side of the bed. When he crawled next to her she lifted her head.

  “Easy, baby. If I got to wait, I want to touch you.”

  She had to tell them soon. Better make it now. “I’ve never had a cock in my ass.”

  He grinned—actually grinned. “Don’t worry. You’re not ready. But when the time’s right, I’ll take you to heaven and back.”

  Dylan cleared his throat and mumbled, “Bullshit.”

  These two were going to be handful, that was for sure. She winked and returned to Dylan’s cock. She didn’t want to do the standard suck and grab. He deserved to be teased and tormented just like she bet they’d do to her. What she knew of Dylan, he’d appreciate a slow touch. She leaned on her elbows and wove her fingers together to show him she wasn’t going to touch him yet. Starting with his balls, she flicked her tongue around in small circles, pressing inward at random times.

  “Jesus, Ceci. You’re killing me.”

  She wasn’t sure of his level of sincerity until she glanced up at his slit and more pre-cum had bubbled out. She’d have to make sure he didn’t detonate too soon. Leaving his balls alone for the time being, she dragged her tongue up his thick shaft, zigzagging her way over his throbbing vein. Before she got halfway, Gabe widened her legs and leaned his belly against her rear.

  “Ignore me, baby. I’m just getting comfortable.”

  She had on her panties so he couldn’t surprise her with a cock.

  He reached around and gently lifted her breasts. “These are amazing.”

  She hated her tits. While she wasn’t overweight, her breasts had always been too full. Men loved them when she wanted them to love her. When Gabe gently stroked her covered tits, she got the sense that even if she’d been almost flat chested, he would have enjoyed them.

  Dylan tapped her head. “You remember me?”

  “I was giving you time to recover.”

  He chuckled. “I won’t be recovering until after I’ve sampled your sweet pussy.”

  Her cheeks heated so she kept her head lowered. She wasn’t used to men who were so outspoken, but their attitude made her feel as if she could tell them anything—well, almost anything.

  She drew her tongue up his cock until she finally reached the head of his dick. Then she hovered her mouth over him and swirled her tongue around the circumference as if she was sampling her ice cream. Dylan grabbed a handful of wet hair and pulled it taut.

  “Suck on it. Hard.” His groan was her reward.

  Wanting to please him, she lowered her mouth and gently slid her lips downward. When no more of him would fit, she ran her tongue around his length.

  “Deeper, sugar, deeper.”

  The tip was already banging the back of her throat, but she swallowed to open up and managed another half-inch. To her that was victory.

  Gabe popped open the back of her bra, and it felt as if her breasts dropped two inches. The push-up bra had held her in tight, and now her tits were hanging free.

  “I can’t wait to suck on these,” Gabe said as he slipped his fingers under the material and twirled her nipples.

  Unexpected sparks shot all over her body. How could his touch ignite her so quickly? With his free hand, Dylan grabbed her shoulder, and cut off her musings. She lifted her head and with more pressure drove down on him.

  He groaned and stepped back. “Enough. I can’t last. Gabe. Put her on her back.”

  “Hate to get rid of this pretty thing, but it’s in my way.” Gabe flung her bra off then eased her onto the bed.

  Dylan’s focus remained on her face as he crawled up to her. “You are so beautiful.”

  Her pulse soared. She had the sense he was talking about who she was as a person and not just what she looked like.

  Maybe I should hide my secret forever.

  Gabe slid down next to her and cupped her chin. “We’ve been tested. It is safe?”

  She’d been on the pill forever. “Yes.”

  “You good with going bareback then?”

  Nerves should be beating against her, yet she remained calm. She’d denied John, but these two were different somehow. “Yes.”

  “Then let us show you how real men can love you.”

  If she knew it wasn’t physically possible, she would have been certain her heart had split in two.

  Chapter Seven

  Dylan couldn’t believe they were actually in bed with this amazing woman. Ever since they’d had to protect Ceci, Dylan had fallen for her. He loved her strength and vulnerability. Yet despite the glances she’d sent their way when they were on duty, she’d been a little cool to them—or maybe he should say she’d been fearful. He’d wanted to hear her confession as he suspected it would shed a lot of light on who she was deep inside, but when Gabe had turned silly and licked his ice cream, she’d become sidetracked. In the end, it had worked out.

  At any moment, though, she might go inward, and he made a promise to do whatever it took to keep that from happening—and that meant talking dirty to her and keeping the mood light.

  Dylan spread her legs wide. “Too bad I don’t have any rope, sugar. If I did, I’d tie you to this bed and lick you clean all night long.” But tying up a woman took a lot of trust and that meant they needed to be together for a long time before that happened.

  She laughed. That was a good sign. At least she hadn’t jumped off the bed, grabbed her clothes, and demanded he drive her back to her car. He did have velvet ropes in his bedroom for tying her down, but now wasn’t the time to use them.

  Instead, he lowered his gaze to her pussy and licked his lips. “Do you want me to play with your clit?”

  Her face turned bright red. Yup. She wasn’t very experienced and he better take it slow. Keeping Gabe from ravishing her would be the hardest part. Dylan slid a thumb under the elastic around her legs and ran his finger back and forth, getting her used to his touch. He wanted to nudge Gabe, but his partner was circling her nipple with his forefinger and she’d closed her eyes and moaned. Her little mewling sounds make him harder than an AK-47 assault rifle bullet.

  When Gabe leaned over and drew her delicate nipple in his mouth, Dylan almost lost it. He couldn’t wait any longer, so he tugged down her panties. When she didn’t object, he lowered them all the way. Now for the feast.

  Dylan wanted to go slow, wanted to treat her right, but his cock was throbbing so hard he wasn’t sure he’d be able to last. Him—the military man
who could defuse a fucking bomb and not sweat.

  The first lick was divine. She tasted so sweet. When Ceci lifted her hips he almost lost control. Focus, man. He pictured her as a ticking bomb. Go too fast and she’d detonate. Go too slow and he’d explode. Desiring to give her as much pleasure as possible, he slipped a curved finger into her pussy and aimed right for her G-spot. When she squealed, he knew he’d found it. Her sensitivity turned him on. Ceci Armstrong was a dream come true.

  “Please, guys.”

  He loved the desperation in her voice, too. “Patience, sugar.” He rubbed her clit and her back arched. With time, she would learn to delay her release, but it would take a lot of practice—yes, a lot of practice and he planned to be with her every step of the way.

  Gabe pulled her nipples taut, and she clutched the sheet as if she was holding on for dear life. Dylan wanted to put her out of her misery, but the longer she lasted the higher she’d fly. Their first time together had to be perfect.

  He moved to the side, and then crawled upward where he had access to her breasts and lips. Gabe nodded and slid to where he’d been. Instead of sucking on her tits like Dylan wanted, he rolled her toward him. The little taste he’d had before made him want to savor her lips even more.

  She opened her eyes and it seemed as if she needed a second to figure out how one minute Gabe was at her tits and Dylan was between her legs, and the next he was face-to-face.

  “I have to kiss you,” he whispered.

  Her furrowed brow softened and her lips slightly parted in total submission. God, what she did to him. He kissed her lightly at first, needing to draw out her sweetness. Her lips molded against his and their breaths mingled. The sexy vixen was the one to tease open his mouth, and he let her lead this time, as he wanted no barriers between them. For now, she needed the control, and there wasn’t anything he didn’t want to give her.

  Her tongue slid past his and rimmed his mouth as if she was the first explorer. As he entwined his tongue with hers, he cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. With each twist, she moaned. Her eyes shut and she wrapped her arms around his neck.