Love Under Two Loners [The Lusty, Texas Collection] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Covington

  “She met him, and he became the focus of her world. She was a woman in love.” Donny’s words gave her a different perspective.

  Iris knew what it was like to focus on a man—or two—to the exclusion of all else. For the first time, she began to see how it must have been for her mother. How alone she must have felt before Tom Carson came into her life.

  She leaned her head against Rich’s chest. “I didn’t feel deserted, so much as I felt dismissed. By my sisters who’d turned into a pair of little snots even before they started college. And by my mother, who didn’t need me anymore to help support the family. And I’m not proud of feeling that way.”

  “You don’t have to be ashamed of it either, Iris. I promise you this. Donny and I both will cherish you, especially that part of you that wants to give to us. We’re going to do our best to give you all that you need. We want you happy. Hell, we plain, flat-out want you.”

  Iris sat up and met his gaze. “I want you, too.” She looked at Donny. “I want both of you. And I want…” She paused, not knowing if they’d understand her or not.

  “You can say anything to us, baby.” Rich kissed her forehead.

  “I want to know what it was those two subs felt. That woman and Rory. It was more than just sexual pleasure…at least I thought it was.”

  “What do you think it was?” Donny asked.

  Iris licked her lips. They’d discussed this in Houston, but now the discussion had become more specific. Rich and Donny wanted her to say, flat out, what she wanted. A part of her understood that, understood that they needed her to state clearly what she wanted. “Subspace. I didn’t believe in it when I read about it. But after last night, after seeing what I saw…I know it’s real. And I want to know what it’s like.”

  “That’s what we want, too. Have you thought of a safe word?”

  “Red is good enough.”

  “Red it is.” Rich grinned, and his smile set the butterflies loose in her belly. “Impact play isn’t the only way to subspace. We have a much better idea in mind. And we’re going to show you that, now.”

  Iris wrapped her arms around Rich’s neck when he stood and then carried her toward the stairs.

  Chapter 12

  “Proper seduction appeals to all of the senses.” Rich’s words, kissed along the ridge of her shoulder, shivered through her. “Sight and hearing, scents and touches and tastes.” He straightened up and looked down at her.

  Naked, straddling her while she lay supine, he met her gaze. Passion filled his face, and in that instant, Iris agreed with the words he’d just spoken. The sound of his words aroused her. She could see him and feel him, and, yes, when she inhaled, she could even smell the bead of precum glistening on the tip of his cock. I’d love to hear him groan as I take his cock in my mouth and taste it.

  As if he knew where her thoughts had gone, he smiled and shook his head. “For the moment, Iris, we’re going to take away one of your senses. It’ll enhance the other four.” He reached out, and Donny handed him a piece of black cloth. “Lift your head for me, baby.”

  She did as bid, unable to hold back a shiver when he secured the blindfold in place. He pressed gently on her shoulders, and she relaxed against the mattress.

  “Can you see anything?”

  “No, nothing. It’s complete blackness.”

  “Excellent. Now, we’re going to restrain you.”

  She nearly said that would take away her sense of touch. But she realized while she couldn’t touch them, they’d be able to touch her anywhere, everywhere, at will. Iris heard the jingle of metal. Then the bed dipped, and she imagined Donny getting onto the mattress beside her.

  “Raise your arms over your head please, sweetheart.” Donny’s voice came from her left and just above her.

  When her arms were above her head, he fastened something around one wrist and then, after a pause, the other. Handcuffs, but they’re not just metal. The softness of the restraint let her know they were ensuring her wrists didn’t chafe. A light tug told her the cuffs were fastened around something to keep her in place.

  “Fur-lined handcuffs might be a cliché,” Rich said, “but they’ll protect you while we gorge ourselves on you.”

  His words electrified her, and she was nearly at a loss for words. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome.” She heard the grin in his voice. She guessed it was kind of funny, being blindfolded and restrained and then saying “thank you,” but that was her. And actually, she was grateful to cede control so completely.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Good, Sir.” When neither man said anything, she wondered if they wanted more. “Not being able to see isn’t what I thought it would be like. I thought it would make me anxious. But it actually is kind of restful. The same with being restrained. Is that strange?”

  “No, it’s perfect. Now we want you to relax and just rely on your other senses. Listen and smell and taste but, most of all, feel.”

  Rich’s voice drew closer as he spoke. When his mouth brushed across hers, she parted her lips slightly, inviting a deeper connection.

  His tongue delved in, a strong, sleek organ that slid inside her mouth and danced with her own. He tasted of coffee and man. She felt the firmness of his lips as he used them to suckle her mouth slightly. Then he broke their kiss, leaving her hungry for more. He moved, and she knew he no longer straddled her. The mattress jiggled slightly, and she cocked her head, trying to figure out what would come next.

  What came next was another kiss, this one gentle, questing. It brushed the corner of her mouth and then moved down to buss her cheek, to taste the sensitive area just below her ear. Hands caressed her from neck to stomach, around her breasts, and sent a shiver through her. She felt her nipples tighten, as if drawing attention to themselves.

  “We like, very much, that you’re bare.” Rich’s voice sounded deeper. Fingers brushed over her mound. Iris felt her pussy clench and a tiny bit of nectar seep out of her. “It’s a nice surprise,” he said. “What made you decide to wax yourself?”

  “Tam and Jill dared me to…about a week before I met you.” Come to think of it, that was odd, wasn’t it? She and Tam were close, but the extremely personal nature of the dare had surprised her.

  “That cheeky cousin of ours,” Donny said. “What do you want to bet that she’d already decided to set us up?”

  Iris didn’t need an explanation since some of the research she’d done told her some Doms preferred their subs to be waxed. She felt uncomfortable with that thought, as if it was drawing her away from the moment. She didn’t want to be drawn away or distracted. “I don’t actually want to think about that right now, Sir.”

  “Good girl. It’s time for us to get serious.”

  Iris felt the heat draw near, and then a mouth closed over her right breast. A tongue flicked, teeth nipped, and then a deep, strong suckling set more shivers through her. Another mouth, open, wet, blazed a path down the other side of her body. Hands caressed, fingers stroked and then pinched.

  Her own hands held fast, her sight blocked, Iris felt herself falling into the world of sensual delights these men laid upon her.

  A soft whisper sent air across her moistened nipple. “Lick your lips and keep them parted.” She didn’t think as her tongue rimmed her lips. A drowsy kind of haze began to fall over her as her arousal sparked and swirled and she simply surrendered.

  Lips brushed her own, a tongue delved, and she responded, a soft, almost ethereal dance of pleasure. Lips brushed the flesh just above her clit, making that tiny nubbin pulse with desire. A warm, wet, and slightly rough swipe of a tongue brought more nectar from her pussy. She could smell her own arousal, and she smelled theirs. The delectable aroma of masculine musk teased her, making her mouth water.

  Fingers slid into her pussy as lips closed over her clit, giving a strong suckle and then another. Horniness soared then retreated as that mouth lifted, even as the fingers moved in and out, fucking her.

  The
n those fingers were gone, but in a heartbeat, wet with her essence, they stroked her bottom lip. “Taste.”

  Her tongue lapped up her juice from the fingers in her mouth, and the flavor sent her arousal even higher.

  Over and over, they touched and teased. Fingers and lips, tongue and teeth stroked and kissed, licked and nipped, mapping her flesh, raising her arousal until she was certain she shimmered. On and on and on, the pleasure grew and spread. When lips and tongue settled on her pussy, when fingers delved inside her and the brush of a cock on her lips compelled her to suck, an orgasm burst over her. Wave after gentle wave of Eros excited and soothed, cradling her in a cloud, suspended and free.

  Sensations blurred until there was only joy and freedom and sweet, sweet affection. She felt a cock slide into her, her legs lifted and held, her bottom resting on hirsute thighs. Her mouth drew in the other musky cock, the brush of fingers on her head encouraging, even as they anchored. With each deep draw she gave, she felt the cock inside her surge. Totally open, completely surrendered, she relished the shivers and the quivers, the scent of sex, and the sounds of male striving. She floated and soared and rejoiced in this wondrous place of freedom in which she found herself.

  “Swallow.”

  Another whisper drew immediate compliance, and Iris sucked and swallowed, drinking down the spurts of semen. Her own rapture rolled through her again, even as she felt the cock in her pussy stiffen, even as male voices raised in triumph serenaded her soul… This has to be what heaven is like. She lost all control and allowed herself to soar.

  Iris opened her eyes slowly. On either side of her, her lovers knelt, gently stroking her wrists. She blinked, realizing the blindfold was gone, as were the handcuffs. When had that happened?

  “How do you feel?” Rich asked.

  “I don’t think I have words. Did I…?”

  “Take a little trip to subspace? You sure did.”

  “Wow.” Both men chuckled, and then nestled down beside her.

  “That was beautiful, the way you just surrendered to us. Thank you.” Rich kissed her.

  “I really should be thanking you this time.” She frowned. “It’s kind of like I zoned out on you, though. I guess I thought…”

  “What sweetheart?” Donny stroked her cheek.

  She turned to meet his gaze. “I guess, despite everything I read and heard, I thought being a sub meant I was supposed to serve you.”

  “Oh you did, trust me.” Donny bent over and kissed her.

  “Watching Donny lose himself in your hot little pussy as you sucked me off was a wonderful gift.” Rich used a finger on her chin to turn her head so she faced him. “If you’re not too tired, we’d like to reverse those positions.”

  It wasn’t just their words that filled her with pride. It was the way they looked at her, the way their hands stroked her, not in a sexual way, but more in a loving way.

  “I’m not tired.”

  Rich grinned. “Good. Let’s shower.”

  Iris giggled when Rich bounded off the bed then scooped her into his arms. Donny reached the bathroom ahead of them, turning on the water. She loved this shower, the way the large, round showerhead rained water down right over top of them. Add the other fixtures sending out spray from each end of the large cubicle and this wasn’t just a shower. It was an experience.

  “You don’t even care about getting your hair wet, do you?” Donny asked.

  “Nope.” She’d had her eyes closed, her face turned up to the shower. Now she lowered her head, swept her hair out of her face, and looked at him. “I guess that makes me kind of unsophisticated, doesn’t it?”

  “No, it makes you natural and unaffected.” Donny leaned in and kissed her. “We’ll take that over sophisticated any day.”

  Rich slid his arms around her from behind. “I’ll wash your hair, baby, while Donny takes care of bathing your front. Just tilt your head back and leave everything to us.”

  It was hard to say no to an offer—or maybe it was a command—like that. Iris sighed as Rich worked shampoo into her hair. She loved having her scalp massaged. He rinsed and then applied conditioner, taking longer to work the lotion through her long, fine tresses.

  With her head tipped back and her eyes closed, she let herself relax completely, not even twitching when soapy hands covered her breasts. Those hands did a very thorough job and then smoothed down her abdomen. At her mound, they came together and gently caressed over her pussy. His touch tender, he ensured every part of her got clean. Never had she imagined being cared for so exquisitely.

  Rich rinsed her hair and then let his hands play down her back. He cupped her hips and then rubbed his cock against her bottom. Donny stepped away and then took down one of the shower wands to rinse the soap from her body. She giggled when the spray hit her pussy straight on.

  Rich leaned closer and kissed her shoulder. “You should wash Donny now, baby.”

  Iris straightened, opened her eyes, and met Donny’s gaze. He lifted one eyebrow, a silent entreaty.

  “Yes, I should.”

  Rich offered her a bar of soap, and she wasted no time making suds between her hands. She set the bar on a high shelf and then smoothed her hands across Donny’s pecs. His chest hair was dark and thick, and Iris enjoyed the sensation of her soap-slicked hands on him. His nipples beaded, the pebbled flesh just visible through the bubbles. She ran her fingers gently back and forth over them and watched his face for his reaction. “That turns you on?”

  “Very much. Pinch them.”

  She did and didn’t have to ask him if he liked that when his cock bobbed in response. Or maybe it was just jealous of her attention going elsewhere.

  “Yeah, that feels good. But I think you should spread your affection around a little bit.”

  Iris grinned and then slowly worked her hands down his body. He sucked in a breath when she used both hands to grasp his cock. Working the suds up and down his shaft, she decided to use both of her hands to her best advantage. So while her right hand fisted his cock and began a slow, rhythmic pumping, her left hand cupped his balls, her fingers working to massage cleanliness into them.

  “I think I’m clean, sweetheart. Why don’t you rinse me off and then replace your hands with your mouth?”

  “I can do that.” In fact, it was the one thing she wanted most to do.

  Iris turned to reach for one of the wands, but Rich was ready for her, handing the tool over and then taking it back again once she’d washed the soap off his brother. He must have adjusted the shower controls because the water slowed, becoming a gentle, misting trickle, the water now falling in a way that reminded her of a gently tapering spring rain.

  Rich put his hands back on her hips and eased her back slightly. “Spread your legs, baby, shoulder width apart, and then bend over and suck him off.” Rich kissed her shoulder again and eased just slightly away from her, giving her room.

  Iris bent over and once more fisted Donny’s cock. She pumped it, taking a moment to admire the smooth, velvety hardness. The purple head produced a tiny bead of precum. Her tongue slid out and over that small hole, scooping that drop, caressing the tiny eye, and then painting an invisible circle around and around and around his cockhead.

  Donny made a tiny sound in the back of his throat, a sound that spoke to her on an elemental level. Heeding his non-verbal demand, she leaned a bit closer and then took his cock inside her mouth.

  Up and down, her mouth followed her hand so that she treated him to the twin sensations of a hand pump and the wet seduction of her mouth. He tasted salty, definitely a different flavor from his brother, but just as good. This time, she didn’t stay passive as her mouth was fucked but used her tongue and her lips to caress and suck, to give as much pleasure as she knew how to give. She relaxed her throat and took him deeper than she’d taken any cock before. She focused on breathing through her nose, on giving, on pleasuring.

  Rich ran his hand up and down the cleft between her ass cheeks. His finger pressed against h
er anus, and she stopped moving. “I’m going to fuck your cunt and begin to get your ass ready for our cocks by stretching it. Keep sucking.”

  The sound of a foil packet being opened echoed in the shower stall. She heard him roll the condom into place. And then she sensed him reaching up to that high shelf again for something more.

  Iris closed her eyes as Rich used the fingers of one hand to explore her pussy, to reach forward and coax her clit out of hiding. At the same time, he used the fingers of his other hand to spread something slick and cool into that crevice between her cheeks and back and forth over her anus.

  “Your mouth feels fucking fantastic.” Donny placed both hands on her head and held her, not forcing her movements so much as following them. “Now I know why Rich was crossing his eyes earlier when you had his cock in your mouth.”

  “It’s hot watching you, Iris. Knowing exactly how what you’re doing to my brother feels for him. You are one hot and sexy woman.”

  The words just added another level to the experience of being between these two men. She loved their praise and loved giving, making them feel good.

  “You’re so wet, baby. So ready for me.”

  She’d felt her wetness coat his fingers as he’d pushed them into her. Then his condom-covered cock brushed against her slit, and she moaned around the cock in her mouth as Rich used one slow, smooth motion to slide his cock deep into her pussy.

  Rich held her, a hand on her front, a hand stroking her anus, as his cock slid in and out, in and out, over and over again. Iris relished his slow and powerful fucking of her pussy, just as she relished the feeling of Donny’s hot and hard cock in her mouth. He took over the motions so that she was a vessel, being fucked at both ends by these two Kendalls.

  “I’m close, sweetheart. Drink me.”

  The heat of his balls in her hand, the way they seemed to tighten, signaled his release even before his words. The fingers playing on her clit began to flick and pluck, and Iris knew her own orgasm was just a moment away. So she bumped her hips back to meet Rich’s thrusts and sucked deep to draw out Donny’s.