Three Men and a Woman: Delilah (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rachel Billings

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  She did, praise God.

  It had crossed Ben’s mind while he was in the shower that she could bolt. And then, when she’d seen him on the back porch, his rampant boner aching to find a way through that damn towel, she’d nearly fled.

  He’d been debating just how ridiculous it would look to the neighbors if he had to run out into the front yard, chasing after her with the towel flapping around him, held up by nothing but his hard cock.

  Lucky thing she’d stood her ground.

  And this—sunk onto the bed with her, her mouth under his, his hand on her breast, and his thigh finding her moist heat—it was fucking heaven. She was so freaking responsive. It had taken only a couple touches to get her past her fear. And then it had been all, hot Delilah.

  He wanted like hell to suck her tits, but he was having a bitch of a time leaving her mouth. She tasted sweet and hot, and his tongue couldn’t get enough of her.

  The woman knew how to kiss, knew better than most that it was a team sport. She used her lips on his, even her teeth. She took his tongue into her mouth and played with it, even went after him when he withdrew. He sucked her in, and she sucked back, drawing on him like she needed him inside her.

  It was a hell of a thing, but finally he just had to have his mouth on her tits. He groaned out her name and pulled away. She followed to the extent that she could, but his weight on her held her back. In consolation, he moved his elbow so his fingers could reach her mouth. She knew where he was going, so she settled for rubbing her lips over his fingers then sucking them into her mouth, nipping at them, tonguing. Practically sending him with just that.

  He already had his other hand on her tit, working it good. He lifted up a bit to watch. Her breasts were full and firm, enough to fill his hands and then some. Her nipple in his fingers was like a big raspberry, rosy and ripe. It was exquisitely sensitive. She moaned every time he rolled and tweaked it, arching herself up for more.

  And there was that other one, just waiting for his mouth. He hovered over it, a breath away. “Lift up,” he bade her. “Give it to me. Put it in my mouth.”

  She might have been distracted, humping against his thigh like she was. “Baby,” he said, loud enough to get her attention.

  “Hmm?” She rolled her head a little, not entirely with it. “What?”

  “Put your tit in my mouth. Now.”

  “Oh,” she said, apparently perfectly willing. “Oh.”

  There was a little more interest in it that time, when he’d taken advantage of the way she’d lifted so he could suck her in.

  “Ben. Ben.”

  Fuck, yeah. He drew hard on her, tonguing her against the roof of his mouth, against his teeth. He pulled and suckled, and she fucking liked that, too.

  He couldn’t take any more. His cock was about to explode inside the damn towel. With hardly any grace he threw it aside, shoved her legs open, and moved between them.

  She was ready, he was sure of it. He’d felt her juices against his thigh. She had to be ready.

  He let go of her tit with his mouth to lift up and look at her, but without asking any kind of permission he shoved his cock in. Deep. Every fucking inch.

  The suddenness of it, the unrestrained abandon of it, stopped them both. He looked at her and had the small grace to touch her face. “Sweetheart.” No apologies—he couldn’t form the words.

  Her cunt was like heaven, so tight, so hot and wet. She had his whole cock in her, and it was like coming home. He was bare inside her, the heat of her pussy clasping his dick like it had been molded just for him. So fucking hot. So fucking…intimate.

  It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. It was all he could do to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head, to keep from flexing once and thrusting into her, again and again.

  He knew once he started he wouldn’t stop, not until he had her screaming as she came, until he blasted his own release into her.

  “Baby.” He was going to beg soon.

  Her eyes searched his, and he could only hope what he was seeing was wonder at this joining.

  Because he felt it. Deep, to his bones, he felt the wonder. He pierced her, filled her, and she was his. He’d made them one. And. They. Fucking. Were. One.

  He was a nanosecond away from yelling at her, haranguing, forcing her to admit it, when she finally moved.

  She took his hand from her face and moved it back to her breast. She directed his fingers until they circled her nipple again. Then she squeezed down on them, so his fingers pinched her, hard. She let out a long, low moan. Her body flexed, her hips tilting to take him even deeper inside her.

  Ben growled like a Neanderthal. He lifted up over her, supporting himself on his elbow while he cupped her head and held his face over hers so their breath was shared. He tugged at her breast and worked her nipple hard, like she’d directed him to.

  He took a stroke, pulling himself out and then seating in, deep. She shuddered at the movement, and he felt her move her legs, digging in with her heels. Her body bowed, pushing her cunt up to receive more of him.

  He pulled back and slammed into her one more time. She cried out and tugged at his wrist, jerking his fingers against the hold he had on her tit.

  Letting go, he gave her what she wanted. He pinched her nipple hard, yanking on it to stimulate her whole breast.

  And he fucked her. With a feral roar he started thrusting, taking her hard and deep. Her cunt was so tight that it pulled at first, a hot friction that made him wild but that he thought might be painful to her. Then her body accommodated, slicking up his length and adapting to his size.

  She fucking blazed with him. She rocked her hips to meet him as he pumped into her. Her breath was harsh and fast, urgent. She used her hands on him, gripping in his hair and at his shoulder, nudging, urging him on. Her brown eyes were hot and needy.

  And she talked to him. “Ben,” she’d say. “That’s so good. Fuck me. Oh, God. You’re so big. So hard. More, Ben. Hurry.”

  He fucked her like crazy. He dropped his head onto her forehead and then into the bed beside her. He twisted her nipple and pounded into her until she wailed, a cry rising in pitch until it was a scream. She started to buck beneath him, her body shuddering, her cunt clamping down on his cock in wicked spasms.

  He called her name as he drove her over, so fiercely orgasmic himself he was almost in a panic. “Lilee! You!” he cried. “I feel you! Your cunt, your—fuck. Fuck!”

  It was a fucking wonder, that intimate touch of skin to skin, not tempered at all by the barrier of a condom. It was such fucking bliss he thought his head would explode.

  “Aaagh! Lilee!”

  She was there, just a split second ahead of him, crying and spasming, clasping him to her. She groaned long and hard, extending the orgasm, letting him drive her higher with it. He started coming as he thrust into her, his hot cum tearing from his balls, slicking and heating her cunt.

  They were both rigid at the end of it, clutching each other, his final drives into her muted to just contracted, jerking shudders that were almost painful.

  He was wrapped so hard around her he thought he might be hurting her. Still panting, he worked at loosening his muscles until he was able to lift himself from her. He flopped to her side, his hand grasping hers and his head turned to meet her gaze.

  She was having as much trouble with her breath as he was. Her hand clutched his, and he saw the same look of near panic on her face that he figured he had on his.

  He put some effort into slowing and steadying his breath. He didn’t intend to look like a kid at his first rodeo.

  But the damn truth was, it about felt like that. No matter the experience he’d had with fucking and lovemaking in the past, what had just happened with Delilah was in its own separate category.

  Lilee-loving. Apparently, that was a whole other world.

  He should have to think about that. But as her breathing eased and her face softened, there was only one thing he could think abo
ut.

  More.

  * * * *

  “I’m going to roll you over on top of me. Bring your knees up.” Ben spoke as he rotated, turning so his head was toward the foot of the bed. “See if you can find something to do with your mouth.”

  Just that fast Delilah’s head was on his thigh, and the thing she might find something to do with was his cock, apparently down but not out. He was still long and thick, lying peacefully—for the moment—alongside her mouth.

  She was on her knees, her pussy evidently positioned just where he wanted it. Delilah guessed it was a guy thing.

  She was sure his experience of the fuck they’d just shared was the same as hers. It had been incredibly intense, almost scary in its power.

  Its effects had been evident on his face, mirroring her own feelings.

  That moment of near panic, when the astonishing bodily experience of it seemed enough to annihilate them, to blow them to smithereens.

  Then those minutes of settling, of falling back to earth as their breath eased and the pounding of their hearts settled. Those moments when they were struck by the wonder of it, the realization of what they’d made together.

  He felt it, too, she was sure, the complete conviction that what had occurred between them was outside any prior experience they’d had.

  She’d have savored that a bit. She’d have thought to talk about it, to confirm out loud the unique quality of it. To consider what it meant.

  She’d seen when that moment for him passed, when he’d gone on to—more.

  Yeah, he was a guy. He’d rather do than talk about it. And he seemed to know what to do with his mouth, and so it wasn’t very long before more began to look like a pretty good idea.

  He started with palming her ass, his big hands warm on her. He smoothed them over her and then clutched a little, telling her with soft hums of interest how he liked the feel of her. Then he used his hands on her ass to open her, to spread her so he got a good look at her center. He liked that, too, and told her so with words. And then with touches as he started to use his mouth and tongue on her.

  That was about the moment when she stopped thinking about that last fuck and came back into the present. His big cock had started filling, stirring, and she hadn’t even touched him yet. She was falling behind.

  Willing to seize the moment, she opened her mouth. She wet her tongue and slid it down his whole length. He leapt to attention then, with one sexy groan and a little flex of his hips to urge her on. He moaned more when she took him inside, slicking down his length as far as she could take him in her mouth. She sucked on him and stroked with her tongue.

  He was hot and smooth and had the taste of their shared sex. She used a hand to stroke the length of him that didn’t fit into her mouth and then caressed his tight sac.

  He liked it all. “Fuck, baby,” he said around licks to her cunt. “Fuck, yeah. That’s so good.”

  He was making things good himself. His tongue stroked her clit gently, like he was aware of how sensitized she still was. He worked her pussy harder, thrusting his tongue in or finger fucking her avidly. He lifted and put little bites on her ass.

  It wasn’t long before her interest was torn. He’d started thrusting a little into her mouth, doing some of the work himself as she became more distracted.

  He got her. Her clit had filled and throbbed now, and he knew what she needed. He went back to tonguing and sucking her there until she moaned with it, rocking against him. He thrust his thumb up her cunt and put a moist finger right over her little asshole. Circling there, he teased, pressing in just a little.

  “Do you like that, baby?” he asked, when he got a little more aggressive about it.

  She so wasn’t sure. “No,” she said, but then he thrust his finger in, and she squealed.

  “Yes, you do.”

  Maybe he was right. He was reaming her, his thumb up her pussy and his finger in her ass, and working her clit hard now. He clamped an arm around her, spreading her further, mashing her down against him, holding her at his mercy.

  “Take your mouth off me, babe,” he said then, at the last moment that she still had a chance of hearing him. “I don’t want to choke you while I make you come.”

  She kept her hand on his cock but moved her mouth, letting him slide along her cheek. Then she let go for the ride he was giving her.

  He thrust hard now, two fingers, she thought, in her ass. Each time he jammed into her he worked her, waggling his thumb in her pussy and scissoring his fingers in her ass. It was a crude feeling, at once enticing and lewd. He sucked and stroked her clit, drawing hard on her.

  She wanted to rock, wanted to ride down on him. But he held her so securely, so splayed out for him, that all she could do was take what he gave her. It was a wicked sense of loss of control, of being at his mercy.

  All she could do was what he demanded. And he demanded that she come. He muscled his hand into her, his thumb and fingers going deep. He sucked hard until he drove her over. She started screaming, the only release available to her given the way he had her locked down on him.

  He wouldn’t stop what he was doing, even when she came so hard. He drove her further, even when she told him no, even when she thought she was done.

  It seemed he knew better. When she thought she’d peaked, he’d find a higher, harder plane of orgasm for her. He’d wring more from her.

  He didn’t ease up until he was satisfied, until her breath came in hoarse gulps and her body was shattered. Then he pushed into her mouth.

  “Take me,” he instructed. “Take all of me.”

  He moved one hand to press down on the back of her head. He thrust in until he wasn’t just in her mouth but down her throat. She could barely breathe around him, but he thrust hard, just a few good shoves into her until he was coming, too, spasming his hot cum down her throat as he grunted out his satisfaction.

  “Yeah. Fuck yeah.”

  Chapter Seven

  Delilah dozed in Ben’s arms, only periodically aware of where she was. He’d turned her so they lay upside down on the bed, bathed in the glow of the setting sun. At one point he covered her with a cotton blanket—in addition to his body—and she realized that she’d felt cool.

  He’d nudged behind her, both of them turned so they could watch the sun fall. He kept his arms wrapped around her. His cock was long and firm again, but it just rested against her, undemanding. Every little bit he nuzzled into her hair, his breath warming her.

  “I’m so glad to have you here, Lilee. It’s so good to have you in my arms.”

  She knew he was thinking of those years since they’d met, of what might have been if he hadn’t had to leave so suddenly. She understood the temptation. Maybe her life would have gone differently. Maybe she wouldn’t already have a failed marriage and the sorrow that went with it.

  Still, there was no way to go back, no knowing what might have happened between them, and no benefit to that kind of regret about what was past.

  She turned a little so she could see his face. His gaze met hers, and she lifted to touch her lips to his. “I’m glad to be here, Ben. It’s very sweet to be with you again.”

  His lips went after hers, making more of that little kiss. “Stay,” he said. He put his hand on her face, running his thumb along her cheeks and kept his gaze locked onto her. “Stay with me.”

  She shook her head. She would remember, this time, to guard herself a little, to keep her head about her and use a little caution.

  He looked at her intently. “Is this about being careful?”

  “Yes.”

  Ben lifted up and over her. He put a lot of his body weight onto her, pushing a thigh between hers and pressing against her, his chest hard over hers, his hands holding her head. “I’m okay with it if you feel the need to be a little cautious. But I need to know I’m not alone in this, Lilee. I’m not alone, am I?”

  She didn’t answer right away, and she could tell that just made him mad.

  “Making love t
o you just now,” he said, his voice rough, his grip on her head tightening. “Delilah, that was incredible, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Being with you—”

  He was sounding desperate, and Delilah knew her hesitation was hurting him. She couldn’t let herself be that cowardly. “Ben.” She put her fingers on his lips, stopping him. “You’re not alone.”

  He looked hard at her, wanting more. She knew it but didn’t want to give it, couldn’t. Not and still keep any guard on her heart.

  Gentle, sweet Ben was gone. He pushed further over her, until he lay between her thighs, spreading her open. He still held her head, his hard mouth just a breath away from hers, his gaze dark. Moving his hips, he found her entrance with his cock. He was hard now, pulsing, inflamed.

  He pushed in, just until the big head of his cock stretched her, until her body was compelled to accept that widest part of him.

  It was a symbolic dominance, establishing her vulnerability, making plain that she was open to him, defenseless. His.

  He held there for a long time, as their gazes clashed and their breath quickened. Though she tried to hold against him, her heart, her spirit could resist him no more than her body could. She knew he recognized the moment when she gave over.

  Connected, watching her every second of it, he took her. He pushed in, his cock forging its way into her body, every millimeter a taking of new ground.

  Until he had her, all of her. Until she was taken by him. His, by virtue of this incursion, this invasion, this holding of her body.

  Staked claim. Occupied territory. Owned.

  He halted again there, entirely filling her, and watched her with his eyes. Bade her to submit. To admit.

  She was his.

  She wouldn’t say it, but he recognized it anyway.

  And he let her know he recognized it when he pulled out and then thrust back in. It was a hard message, delivered with a force that pushed her up the bed.

  She cried out, a small wail of surrender. Of submission.

  It fired the satisfaction in his eyes. He started then, fucking her hard, holding her face to his so she could see his intent, his determination.