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

by Rachel Billings

  And Linc, his usually well-tailored, impeccable self still looking a bit ruffled. He spoke first.

  “You left.”

  He was hurt. Offended. The hurt was what counted.

  “I’m sorry. I needed a minute.”

  He started to speak again, but Austin stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Linc. She’s over it now. Aren’t you, pretty girl?”

  He knew. She could see the glimmer of it in those soft blue eyes.

  Take hold good and tight. She intended to. “Yes.”

  He turned the knob on her door and pushed it open. She hadn’t had time to demand her key back. And it was clear he hadn’t been intending to return it.

  “Come inside. Linc needs to vent a little of his mad.”

  She took the steps up and brushed by them all. Ben, pleased excitement quietly overlying that usual calm. Lincoln, heat and determination hard on his features. And Austin, his masculine swag hot in his eyes, watching her with a hint of cocky grin.

  * * * *

  Would he ever get tired of watching that sweet ass go up the steps before him? Lincoln didn’t think so. He pushed past Ben and shot a hard look into Austin’s amused face so he could be the one right behind her. The one with the view of ass heaven.

  There might be a market for it as a guys’ workout video.

  But the other two didn’t waste any time, and when he got to the top of the stairs and faced Delilah, they were there at either side.

  By nature, Lincoln was a take-charge kind of guy. He didn’t feel bad about it—it was who he was, he was good at it, and it made him a good CEO.

  Spending the day as he had, feeling so not in control, had been hell. And he was done with it.

  He looked at the one who’d put him through it. She was so beautiful there ought to be a law against it. He was torn between taking her and shaking her or sliding those ridiculous, hot little shorts out of the way and burying himself balls deep.

  Maybe he could manage both at the same time. But he had to get back a little control first.

  “I don’t ever again want to wake up and not know where you are.”

  Her nipples were tight. Christ. He forced himself to meet her eyes instead. She’d been waiting for it, the little bitch.

  “Okay. I won’t leave like that again.”

  Shit. Was that it? “Okay,” he said, maybe sounding a bit more gruff than he meant to. He felt like his heart was ready to take flight.

  “I said one day I’d ask you to forgive me. Do you?”

  “Yes,” she said. Then she looked to the others. “All of you.”

  He stepped forward, still just a little wary, and took her left hand. “We’re serious about this.”

  “I’m serious, too.”

  “Okay, then.” He took the ring out of his pocket and slipped it on her finger. “I want you to wear this.”

  She looked down at it and paled. “Linc—”

  She maybe should have been a little awed. It was a very simple setting of white gold, but four carats of radiance made a certain statement.

  “Wait a minute. We have rings for her, too, remember.” Austin spoke, but both men shouldered their way into the little twosome he’d made with Delilah.

  “Well, she’s got mine on her finger.” Take-charge CEO personality had its advantages. “She can wear yours on her nipples, whatever. I don’t care.”

  “No way,” Ben said as he pushed forward. “Well,” he reconsidered, as was his way. “I can’t say I’d mind seeing that. But for now—” He took her hand and slipped his ring onto the same finger. “We’re serious, sweetheart.” He touched his lips to hers.

  Then Austin took her hand and added his ring, his kiss, his vow.

  Lincoln thought it looked all right, those three rings nestled together on her finger. Austin had kept hold of her left hand, but he took her right and brought it to his mouth. “I love you, Delilah. We love you.”

  She’d been a little distracted by the rocks on her finger. His pals hadn’t held back, either. Some jewelers in town were probably busy ordering up their new yachts. But he got her attention with a squeeze on her fingers, and she looked up at him.

  “I love you, too. Lincoln, Benjamin, Austin.” She looked from one to the other. “I love you all. And I’ll take you all, if that’s what you want. If it will make you happy.”

  “It’s what we want, Lilah.”

  * * * *

  Lincoln took her in his arms and kissed her, a sweet, longing, claiming kiss.

  Austin still held her hand—that hand with the three amazing rings on one finger—and she felt his mouth there, making love to it. Ben inched around, sliding his hand along her back and gently nudging her from Linc’s arms to his. Then he kissed her, that same loving kind of kiss that claimed, that sealed a commitment.

  And then it was Austin taking her while the others touched and caressed her. It was lovely, oh, so lovely.

  She loved the rings on her finger, loved knowing what they signified. Each of them had wanted her, each had made a commitment—written it in stone, symbolically speaking—before they’d learned that they all wanted her.

  It warmed her heart, seduced her, that each of these men, these good friends, loved her. They hadn’t first thought of sharing her, but of having her to themselves. They’d chosen to share her so they could all have what they wanted.

  She wouldn’t fight it. She would find a way to let her family know about it. She would keep mum about it at work or be open, whichever they found worked best.

  They would figure it out. She knew the guys didn’t have to worry about it especially—it wasn’t like they had a boss who would fire them for having an extreme lifestyle.

  Whatever problems, whatever challenges, they’d work them out together.

  She wasn’t going to say no to love. She pulled back to look at them, her three gorgeous men, her embarrassment of riches. Taking a step away, she looked at each of them.

  “Come upstairs. Take your clothes off.”

  She saw the looks they gave each other. Not like they were going to say no to that.

  Linc was just a couple steps behind. She trailed her hand along the smooth mahogany of the rail—her hand with those three rings. “I love this condo, you know. I hear you guys own it.”

  “We redecorated for you.” That was Linc, letting her know nothing was too good for her.

  “Yourselves?” She’d like to have seen that.

  “Nah,” Ben said from below. “The partner of one of my chemists does interior design.”

  They were all three close behind her when she got to the foot of the bed and turned around to face them.

  Linc watched her carefully. “I picked out the bed, though.”

  Delilah smiled. Of course he had. “You did a good job.” It was big enough to accommodate all four of them. “I remember you didn’t have any trouble finding it the first night you were here. Or knowing where the kitchen is.”

  CEO wasn’t going to budge. “I’d checked the place out. I wanted to make sure it was okay for you.”

  She nodded. And noticed that Austin had those arms crossed over his chest again.

  “Are we done talking home decor?”

  “Um-hmm.” Slowly, teasing them with naughty little caresses of her own skin, she stripped out of her clothes. They liked watching a lot—each of them had some significant tenting going on.

  When she was naked, she went to her knees and licked her lips.

  Lincoln kept a hot gaze on her and started to loosen his tie. But Ben was faster. He tore his shirt over his head, kicked out of his leather sandals, and dropped his khakis and boxers in one motion and left them behind as he strode to her. His cock was big and hard and right in front of her face. She looked up at him, exchanging a sweet, loving smile. Then he clamped onto one nipple, gave her a tug, and let her know his expectations.

  She was happy to comply. His lovely cock was turgid, already moistened at the tip. She licked that away first, taking
that salty, earthy taste of him, that reminder of the fundamental nature of what was to come. Then she took him in, tonguing and sucking the whole big cockhead and then as much of the shaft as she could manage in her mouth. She wrapped her fist around the rest of his length and lightly stroked his balls.

  “Baby,” he murmured, arching back to feed her a little more. He groaned out his pleasure, working her nipple and cupping her head gently with his hand. “I love you. I love this.”

  Austin was beside him then, taking a grasp on her other nipple and nudging his cock along her cheek. “Here, pretty girl. Take me, too.”

  She turned her head enough to move her mouth to Austin’s dick. She kept Ben’s in her hand, stroking it.

  Austin urged her on, pumping into her mouth and swearing out in satisfaction. “Fuck, Deej. That’s my girl. Take it. Yeah.”

  Then Lincoln was there, pushing in between, having, she suspected, taken the time to neatly hang his dress clothes.

  He made up for time lost. He put a hand on her head and turned her face to him. She kept Austin’s and Ben’s cocks in her fists, but gave the attention of her mouth to Lincoln. He growled, immediately going deep.

  Taking out some of his mad, as Austin had said.

  She let him. This was something she could give him. She moaned in pleasure, acknowledging the attraction, the thrill of his need. Opening her throat, she swallowed him down.

  They all liked it. Linc might have been beyond words, reduced to snarling rumbles from his chest. But Ben and Austin expressed their rowdy pleasure in the visual.

  “Take her, Linc. Do it. Jesus, she has all of you.”

  “That’s it, baby, you sweet cunt. Take him down.”

  Those two helped her with their own cocks, their fists working with hers to keep up their pleasure. She came off Linc to get a little air and took some time licking and sucking all three of them in turn.

  But Linc was impatient. “Back here, my little fucking bitch. Here.” He shoved into her mouth, holding her head and arching back, fucking into her. Ben and Austin both had their cocks against her cheeks, worked hard by her hands and their own.

  There was frantic movement then, all three cocks straining, working at her or into her. They were all close to coming, each of them grunting and moaning, cursing their pleasure. She could practically come herself, with the thrill of their combined excitement and the way they worked her tits.

  Then she could come. One of them—Austin?—stepped one foot forward to place it hard between her legs. All she had to do was rock her pelvis a little to have her clit rub up against the hard, hair-roughened surface of his shin.

  It took only a minute then. They must have heard her climax coming. Her moans, even as Lincoln filled her mouth, gave her away. It stirred their excitement, drove them higher.

  They all came together. She opened her mouth to howl out her own orgasm. Linc took that moment to finish himself off right there, coming into her mouth and then down her neck to her breasts. The others did the same, directing her fists to finish the job, stroking out their comes. They splattered too, into her mouth, against her cheeks, her neck, her tits.

  She fell back in triumphant glory, her shoulders collapsed onto the bed, her cum-splashed tits, she couldn’t help but notice, on proud display.

  Her guys stood over her, or mostly stood. Austin and Ben both propped themselves up with a hand braced on the bed near her head.

  Only Linc entirely supported himself. She made eye contact there, and his bone-deep satisfaction was readily apparent.

  She’d serviced them all, handled them all.

  It had been his idea, or, at least, he’d take credit for it. They could and would share her. She could and would please them all.

  He’d won.

  “Turn over.” He was playing with himself, making his cock hard again. And with her, showing his dominant self, demonstrating his ownership, his mastery of her. “If one of you wants pussy, get on the bed and get it up now.”

  Ben moved first, sitting at the edge of the bed and lying back, so she was between his legs. He worked his cock back to life, too, though it didn’t appear to take much.

  She glanced up at Austin. His cock already thrust up, apparently not needing any help. He looked back at her, his face severe. It wasn’t that Ben had moved faster. It was that he was waiting his turn.

  Delilah couldn’t hold back a shudder in the face of it. Lincoln was going to fuck her ass while Ben had his cock up her pussy.

  And as soon as Linc was done, Austin would be there doing the same thing.

  She let out a moan but moved compliantly as Lincoln pulled her to her feet and turned her. He assisted as she climbed onto the bed, straddling Ben and taking his big cock into her cunt. Ben encouraged her, humming out his contentment, but it was Linc who controlled her, who pushed her hips down those last inches so she was completely taken, completely impaled.

  “You know what’s going to happen, baby, don’t you?”

  She was at the edge of the bed, her ass hanging right there, ready for the man who stood behind her. Austin had moved to retrieve the lube from her bedside table, but he was back now standing beside Linc.

  It was clear to her what they saw. Her pussy, stuffed full, stretched around Ben’s cock. And the pucker of her anus on display for them, waiting.

  Oh, yes, she knew. “Yes.”

  “You want it, don’t you? You want me to fuck your ass. Then you want Austin to do it, too. Don’t you?”

  “Yes. Both. Yes.”

  “Hard. You want both of us to fuck you hard.”

  She did, God help her. She was nearly weeping for it, anticipating the gritty taking that somehow meant something so important. That she was theirs, no holds barred. That she was their woman. And they were her men.

  “Yes. Linc. Yes. Hurry.”

  The thought of it, the anticipation, was so tantalizing. Ben’s cock already stretched her cunt hard, and he, the devil, had started toying with her. He fucked a little into her, not waiting around for her and Linc to finish their enticing side conversation. He had a knuckle at her clit and held a nipple between his fingers, strumming it with his thumb.

  If Linc didn’t hurry they’d leave him right behind.

  A shot of lube up her ass told her she needn’t have worried.

  Linc seemed aware of her urgency. He didn’t pause, didn’t give a chance for that lube to warm with her body heat. He just put his hands on her hips and his cock at her opening and shoved in.

  Deep, all the way, a hard stroke that forced room for himself in her already distended body.

  She cried out, the abrupt taking painful in that gritty, overwhelmingly erotic way. “Oh. Oh, oh, oh.”

  Right away he was banging into her, long strokes that reamed her sphincter and filled her hard. He drove her, his hard fucks pushing her against Ben’s knuckles.

  He kept thrusting, driving them both to orgasm. He growled each time he speared into her, faster until it was a constant howl and then a deep roar as he came. She screamed out her own climax as he blasted into her, shooting his cum deep into her.

  She rocked and spasmed, glorying in that primal taking, blissed out to accept his essence into her body. “Yes! Yes, yes!”

  Linc collapsed down hard on her, his heaving chest heavy against her as she was sandwiched between him and Ben. Ben had moved his hand from her clit, giving her respite in what she knew was only a short breather before the next round. Before the third of her men fucked her ass.

  A very short break.

  Lincoln groaned and withdrew from her, no doubt prodded into it by his buddy Austin. He went around the side of the bed and leaned onto it, watching what happened next.

  Austin stepped up behind her. He spoke to her, but over his words she heard the sound of him coating his cock with lube.

  “You fucking slay us with that ass of yours, girl. And you like it, too, don’t you. Thank God, ’cause I don’t think we’ll ever get enough of it.

  “I’m tak
ing it now, baby. Feel this.”

  He did it then, pressed the big head of his cock right into her ass. He stopped there, breathing hard, pulsing at her sphincter in little reaming motions.

  He didn’t go further himself. Instead, he reached around her, circling one arm around her waist and the other across her shoulders. Then he pulled her up until her back arched against his chest.

  The action brought her ass down on his cock, not him taking her so much as her fucking herself on him. It was incredibly provocative, wickedly intense. It had her sitting up on both of them, impaled by both cocks.

  Her breasts thrust out between Austin’s forearms. That drew Linc’s attention. He came onto the bed on his knees and started playing with them, covering them with his hands, then pulling one up to his mouth.

  She groaned, rolling her head back onto Austin’s shoulder, arching to make her tits more available. The movement brought her down harder on both cocks.

  “That’s it, sweet bitch. Ride us. Fuck us. Ass and pussy. Come on.”

  She did it, wallowing in the heaven of it. That sweet, sexy adoration of her tits. That incredible, overwhelming double penetration of her body. She lifted up, feeling those big cocks simultaneously withdraw, then sat back down on them, accepting, inviting, welcoming as they possessed her again.

  She groaned, impossibly hovering at orgasm again. Ben helped her lift again, grasping her hips, and thrust up as he brought her down hard, fucking her. Austin added his own thrust with the next action, and she whimpered out a little edgy appreciation.

  Then he slid one hand to her clit and rubbed it with deliberate, knowing strokes.

  It was over for her. She arched back hard, her body wracking in a long, sinuous spasm. They fucked her then, both Ben and Austin, into her pussy and ass. She started wailing, peaking, she thought. But they drove her further, not letting her down but pushing her more. Higher. Higher.

  She felt the extreme stimulation of it everywhere. Her body was given over, theirs. They controlled it, wrenching more from it than she’d known was there. She strained, bucking, finally, with the wild ending of it.