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

by Melody Snow Monroe

  “You doing okay?” he asked.

  “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

  Both men took her request to heart. Dylan tugged and pulled while Gabe plunged two fingers into her pussy. She clamped down on him as waves of lust coursed through her.

  “Make sure you don’t do that when my cock’s inside you,” Gabe warned.

  “I won’t.” Unless I can’t help myself. She didn’t want to think about rules and what she should or shouldn’t do. She wanted to feel alive.

  Gabe licked her clit. “You taste so sweet, baby. God, how I want you.”

  “Then take me.” She was ready—on edge—wanting to be loved.

  “Not yet.”

  She growled at him, and Dylan nipped her nipple then kissed his way up to her lips again.

  “Let’s turn her over,” Gabe commanded. “My cock’s vibrating something fierce.” She hadn’t expected him to be the first to break.

  With their help, she got on her elbows and knees. Would he put another plug in her ass? Or would today be a day to celebrate? A wash of anxiety ran through her at the thought of his cock in her ass, but she counted to ten and calmed. She wanted this. To be connected to both men would be so wonderful. But what if she didn’t like it? Could she tell them? Just wait and see.

  The bed dipped. A drawer opened and then Gabe returned. The tear of foil followed by the snap of a condom temporarily confused her.

  “What are you doing?”

  Gabe rubbed her back. “Easy there. I want you to feel what it’s like to have real man in your ass, and not some piece of plastic.”

  She wanted to connect to Gabe. “I want that.”

  The cold lube met her rear hole. After the plug, she knew what to expect. Dylan positioned himself in front of her, reached underneath, and fondled her breasts. He squeezed them gently then twisted the tips just to the point of pain before letting go. It was as if he lived inside her body and knew just what to do to set her on fire.

  “I can’t wait until I show you the nipple clamps. You’re going to love them.”

  She had no idea what she would or wouldn’t like, but she forced herself to keep an open mind. “I’d like to try them.”

  “You are so perfect.”

  No, she wasn’t.

  Gabe dipped a finger into her back hole while Dylan continued to rub her tits as if he felt she needed to stay relaxed. His thick, hard cock was within striking distance, but if she did something she shouldn’t, then they might stop and that would terrible.

  She subliminally sent a message to Dylan to lean a little closer, but he seemed too focused on either what Gabe was doing to her or on torturing her. If he kept it up, she’d climax too soon. She was a competitor and wanted to prove to them that she had control, dammit.

  Gabe wiggled one finger, then two, in her butthole. When he scissored them open, she didn’t tense because the feeling now seemed okay—familiar almost. Gone was the embarrassment of having something in her ass, but when he pulled out his fingers, she was bereft. Ceci shifted her hips backward and the slight slap stopped her.

  “Be patient. I want this to be so fantastic that you’ll be begging me for more.”

  It was bad enough that her thoughts always drifted to their cocks in her pussy. If she really liked his cock in her ass, she’d be a hormonal mess. Her sassiness welled. “I don’t think that’s possible. In fact, I think I’ll hate it.”

  Gabe laughed. “You can’t lie to me. You loved the vibrating dildo.”

  Damn. She had loved it. “I’m not convinced.”

  “Show her, Gabe, while I have her suck on my cock.”

  Finally. She didn’t want to wait for him to present his cock to her, so she reached out and pulled it toward her mouth. Diving right in just wouldn’t do. Instead she ran her thumb across his balls, gently pressing her way around in a circle. She loved it when he hissed and moaned. When she added her tongue to his shaft and dragged it upward in a lazy fashion, he grabbed her hair and tugged. She might have made it up to the top had Gabe not pressed the head of his cock against her anus.

  The dildo had seemed big at first, too, so she didn’t tense. Her tongue had reached the rim of Dylan’s cock when Gabe pressed his dick past her muscled ring.

  She gasped. “Holy shit but he’s big.”

  Gabe rubbed her rear. “You’ll get used to him, baby. You feel so fucking tight and so amazingly good. I can’t tell you how much I’ve been dreaming of this moment.”

  Being able to please him did wonders for her ego. The tug on her scalp returned her attention to Dylan. There was so much sensory input that she kept getting distracted. But maybe that was the point. If her focus moved from one man to the other then she couldn’t dwell on anything for long.

  She drew her lips around Dylan’s cock and as she slid down his length, Gabe slid his cock in an inch. She held her breath, letting the wicked pulses slowly ebb. There was a world of difference between that plastic dildo—as wonderful as the vibrating part had been—and his cock. She much preferred the real thing.

  As she sucked hard on Dylan’s cock, he pulled on her already engorged nipples. He pinched them both and bolts of excitement raced right down to her needy cunt. She loved sucking on his cock and was entering an unknown world with Gabe, but she wouldn’t be satisfied until she had something big and hard in her pussy, too.

  Gabe rubbed her ass with one hand and massaged her shoulder with the other. He eased out and then nudged back in. When he leaned to one side, he hit a bundle of nerves that lit up her body. Without thinking, she squeezed Dylan’s cock hard.

  “That’s it, sugar.”

  Every time Gabe slid out a little, he went in farther on his return. She lifted and dipped her head to match Gabe’s back and forth movement. The faster he went in, the faster she sucked. When Gabe’s balls slapped against her ass, she took as much of Dylan’s cock as she could.

  His hold increased. “Easy there. I’m so on the fucking edge.”

  She smiled, and when the suction broke, the tension on her scalp let up. Then Gabe lowered both of his hands onto her hips, and on the next pass, he drove into her hard. Her body caught on fire. Oh, my.

  Forgetting everything they told her to do or not do, she tightened her hold on Dylan’s cock and pressed her hips backward.

  “Be careful what you wish for, baby.”

  As she dove down on Dylan’s cock, he lifted up and fucked her mouth. She almost gagged, but at the last second, she opened her mouth to receive him. If his string of “Oh, yeah”, “Sweet Jesus”, and “Sugar, sugar” meant anything, he was getting really close to heaven, too, and if the loudness of all Gabe’s moans and grunts were an indication, he, too, was on the brink.

  Gabe reached between her legs and slipped three fingers into her pussy and pumped hard. Just as her climax was about to take over, they both pulled out and moved back. She dropped onto her haunches and sat up. “Why did you stop?”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Dylan lifted her chin. “I have to sink my cock into your pussy.”

  Halleluiah.

  In a flash the men changed positions. Neither man had climaxed, so she figured they both would be about to break. She certainly was.

  Dylan leaned over her back and cupped her breasts, his cock at her entrance. The mere contact of skin-to-skin set off a contraction that rippled up her pussy. She yearned to have him impale her, but she bet he’d tease her until she begged for release.

  His lips kissed her neck slowly and seductively. Gabe hadn’t moved in close yet. It was almost as if he wanted Dylan to bring her to the top of her climactic mountain and then he’d move in and push her over the edge.

  Now condom-free, pre-cum dribbled out the top of Gabe’s cock. His clenched hands implied he, too, was using all of his willpower to keep from driving his dick into her mouth. It was about her. Both seemed to want to satisfy her needs before they took their own release. Their unselfish act turned her on like never before.

  “Do you w
ant my cock to pummel your pussy?” Dylan said, his voice cracking.

  Was this a test to see if she could talk? “Yes. Please.” If Dylan needed to hear her beg, then she would beg. Her cream was dripping down her thigh and perfuming the air.

  “Why don’t you see if you can excite Gabe while I explore your depths.”

  “Baby, I don’t want you to use your hands. Pretend as if they are tied. See if you can interest him with your mouth.”

  She refrained from laughing. Gabe’s sac had drawn up so tightly they were pulsating, and the vein that went from the head to his base of his cock throbbed. She bet with a few well-placed licks he’d go off like an automatic weapon.

  “Sure.”

  Eager to meet the challenge, she concentrated on his balls. Around and around she went, licking him from bottom to top.

  “Grr. Dylan, help me out with this siren.”

  So now she was a siren? She’d show him that she could dish it out as good as they could. Using tiny flicks of her tongue, she traveled upward, but stopped the second Dylan grabbed her hips and drove down her wet channel. Her breath caught and her pulse soared. The deliriously delicious sensations made her mind sizzle. Holy moly, but his cock must have grown.

  “Fuck me hard.” She wanted to forget the past and live in the present.

  Dylan thrust his cock into her and she was overcome with joy. She forgot about wanting to tease Gabe and sucked on him hard. She wished she could use her hands, but she’d do as he requested.

  Gabe clasped her head and pressed his cock harder into her mouth, the tip touching deep into her throat. “You feel so fucking amazing.”

  Tears leaked out of her eyes as his acceptance seeped over her. She wanted more of Dylan, too, and wiggled her hips. He slid one hand from her breast to her pussy and slowly rubbed her clit as he pounded into her. The combination of fast and slow was maddening. She bobbed her head faster, hoping to set the speed for Dylan to follow. Just as she got in the groove, Gabe held her head and took over.

  He pressed his cock upward and held her still as he erupted. Hot cum seared the back of her throat. He let go a second later, and she lifted her head to drink him in. She loved his musky taste and licked him clean. She would have focused more on him had Dylan not pressed on her clit. Like the sounding bell to the trading day, she rushed headlong into her own intense climax. Gabe massaged her shoulders as Dylan drove into her over and over again, his cock expanding and stretching her to the max as his dick exploded. She milked his cock to drain him, but that only shot her higher. Waves of erotic bliss swamped her, taking her over the edge. Stars lit up the inside of her lids and she gulped in air to gain more control.

  No one said anything as Dylan remained inside her. He dropped onto her back and placed a line of kisses along her shoulders.

  “I could stay here forever.”

  “That would be nice.”

  Gabe must have motioned to Dylan because he finally pulled out. Instead of one of them rushing into the bathroom for a towel, Gabe moved to the side of the bed and lifted her up.

  “I know how much you like to stay clean, so we’ll wash you in the bathroom.”

  They didn’t understand her rituals, but she didn’t want to spoil this fantastic moment for anything.

  Gabe carried her into the shower stall and only when the water was the right temperature did he set her down. Without a word, the two men covered her body in soap then proceeded to rub and tease every inch of her body.

  “Gabe, I don’t think you cleaned her back well enough. Switch places with me,” Dylan said.

  Her nipples throbbed and her pussy stung. She had no words for what her asshole was doing, but every part of her was in heaven. It was as if the world had taken a break and she’d been forbidden to think any negative thoughts.

  Gabe doused her with water then turned off the valve, forcing her to return to this world. “You two didn’t wash. That’s unacceptable.” She was reaching for the soap, when Dylan led her out.

  “We are perfectly clean. Now let us dry you so we can cook dinner.”

  “I hope you two are doing all the work because I don’t know if I can stand much longer.”

  Gabe smiled. “We’ll be happy to treat you to a culinary delight. After dinner, who knows how we’ll expect to be compensated.” He winked.

  “I have to work for my dinner?” She tried to act offended. In truth, she believed they wouldn’t make love with her even if she begged because her pussy and her ass needed a rest.

  “What do you think, Dylan?”

  “Mmm. I’m willing to negotiate for future commitments.”

  She expected panic to grab hold at the C word, but right now the endorphins were rushing through her body and all of her worries had disappeared.

  * * * *

  Ceci seemed to float through the remainder of the week. Either Dylan or Gabe had called each night, and she spent at least an hour talking with one or the other—and sometimes both. They’d explained they were hot on the trail of some clues and wanted to do as much as they could so all three of them could spend quality time together during the weekend.

  She was all for that. On Thursday, Dylan called.

  She grinned as she rushed to answer it. Before she pressed the button, she ran her finger around the edge of the cell for good luck—twice. Gotta love even numbers.

  “Hey. How’s it going?” she asked. They chatted a minute, but from his rather short answers she gathered he wanted to tell her something. “Is something wrong?” Things had been going so well that every time one of them called, she expected the worst. Once more she ran her finger around the edge of the phone and back again--twice. It couldn’t hurt to add more luck.

  “Gabe and I were wondering if you’d be willing to help us out with our case?”

  She couldn’t believe he even asked. “Of course. What do you need me to do?”

  He reminded her about Martha Dobbins and how she’d been shot to death five years ago. “We suspect her brother-in-law—as do the cops—but we have no proof. Apparently, he visits Striker’s Lounge on a regular basis, and we wanted to speak with some of the subs he tops.”

  That was the BDSM club. “What do you need me for?” Instantly the image of her bare butt bending over a spanking bench came to mind. She wasn’t an exhibitionist. In fact, she was a highly private person, but of late all of her beliefs were slowly being shattered.

  “There is an open house for outsiders—that would be you—to visit and meet with the other members. We want to bring you, so it looks like we have a reason to be there.”

  “If you two are members, why not just go and speak with the women?”

  “For starters, the brother-in-law, Carl French, might be there. If he’s not then great, but we can’t take the chance. We want everyone to believe we’re only there to convince you to become a member. Before we go, we’ll show you the photos of the women who have been with French. If you just happened to bump into one of them, you might act all naïve and question if they like it there.”

  Her juices dampened her panties. The thought of the club excited her, though she never would have sought it out. “How long have you been members?” If they were Doms then they might be disappointed with being with a vanilla girl.

  “Only a few months. I do the background checks for the owner, Cade Mueller. In return for my expertise, he gives us free membership. I haven’t been in any of the rooms if that’s what’s worrying you.”

  “No.” Yes, it is. She didn’t want to think of her men with any other woman. Would the Doms be naked, too? Or only the women being spanked? Hell, she had no idea what went on in a club.

  “If it makes you uncomfortable, we can find a way—”

  “No. I’ll be happy to go. I want to help.” She wasn’t ready to tell him that her curiosity had been piqued ever since Brooke had gotten into the lifestyle.

  “There is one other thing.”

  Uh-oh. “What?”

  “I’ve heard you are friends wit
h Elle Bronson.”

  Her pulse raced. “I am.”

  “Do you think you could ask her to help you find an outfit that screams ‘I love BDSM’?”

  She laughed. “You want me to wear a revealing outfit and a collar?”

  “Oh, sugar. That would be perfect. It will require you to hone your acting skills, as we don’t want anyone to think we’re only there to ask questions.”

  He just wanted to see her in a skimpy outfit. “I’ll do my best.”

  “The meet and greet is from four to six tomorrow night. I know you’ll want to be home for the market close, so could we pick you up at five? By the time we get there, people will be well into their conversations and hopefully won’t notice us.”

  Aw. He was so considerate. Then her mind raced to there being a potential killer in their midst. “Is it safe?” She wanted to help worse than anything, but if she believed there was unwarranted danger, her anxiety would surface.

  “Not only do you have me and Gabe to watch out for you, but the bartender, Travis Marsh, along with the two dungeon monitors, Sean Norris and Jesse Steed, are good friends of ours. They’ll have your back if anyone gets too touchy-feely.”

  That made her feel better. “Okay. I’ll put my life in your hands.”

  “And Elle’s.”

  Yeesh. She purchased her underwear from Elle, but she wasn’t sure about something racier. And a collar? Her biggest concern would be whether she could act the role.

  * * * *

  Elle had been over-the-top excited to help her pick out an outfit. Ceci wasn’t so sure about wearing a bustier in public, but if it meant capturing a killer, she’d do it. Then there was the issue of the collar. Elle had an array of studded leather ones, which did seem very cowboy in nature, but she was more of a metal girl. After much hemming and hawing, she went with a thin metal band that wasn’t too tight around her neck. The single pink stone above the attached ring gave it a feminine touch. She shouldn’t have agonized over her decision, as it was only a costume, but even she had to admit, despite the concept of collar being a little odd, there was a possessive nature to it that she liked, and as long as the men didn’t attach a chain to the damned ring, she’d be okay. No man—not even Gabe and Dylan—was going to lead her around on a leash.