Selena's Men

by Elle Boon

  Malcolm replaced his tongue with two thick fingers, attacking her clit with vigor.

  She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on the unique flavor of Max that flowed onto her tongue.

  “I’m going to come, Lena, I want you to swallow every drop.”

  She nodded. When he hit the back of her throat, she breathed through her nose and swallowed on the head. He groaned, rewarding her with a twitch of his dick and the first spurt of his orgasm.

  He pulled back and pressed back inside. She lapped and suckled him as he grunted and his strokes increased. Hearing his shout, she swallowed repeatedly, his whole body shook as she drank him down greedily.

  Lapping gently at his softening cock, she continued to lick him clean, not wanting to waste a drop of his pearly liquid. He sat back on his heels and looked at her. She couldn’t decipher what the look meant, but Malcolm prevented her from doing or saying something stupid with his incredibly talented tongue.

  He pressed a third finger inside and stretched her further. She felt ready to explode with his lips surrounding her clit and his fingers filling her. She cried out as he pressed a finger to her bottom hole. His fingers moved in tandem, each stroke over her ultra-sensitive flesh sending her flying higher with each thrust.

  His features were so hard, intensifying the blue in his eyes. The sensations reached inside her and every feminine instinct came forth. Everything strengthened, every lick, every breath, every look designed to send her into the most pleasurable place.

  “Malcolm. Oh, it’s so good. So good,” she moaned, and fell apart in a kaleidoscope of colors.

  Chapter Eight

  Malcolm watched Selena come apart and waited until she came back down. He stared up her body and saw the flush that covered her rosy nipples, all the way up her high cheekbones. With short, jerky motions he removed his slacks and briefs and climbed onto the couch between her spread thighs.

  Her juices coated his face, and he didn’t want to lose one drop. With an impatient hand he gathered the evidence of her pleasure onto his hand, before rubbing the moisture into his chest. Poised over her body he waited for her eyes to open. They flared wide when she saw his naked body and he exulted in her appreciative stare.

  Rubbing his leaking tip across her smooth flesh had them both groaning. Max had a look that could only be called love blazing from him in waves, the same feeling echoing in Malcolm. His brother leaned forward and captured the gasp of surprise Selena uttered as Malcolm entered her.

  She squeezed him so tight he held the first inch of his cock inside, until she relaxed to take a little more. Max’s lips traveled down her throat and stopped at her breast.

  Malcolm gripped her clit between his fingers and rubbed them back and forth, trapping the swollen bit of flesh.

  He felt her body relax and he pushed a couple more inches inside. “She’s so fucking tight. I can barely get inside her,” Malcolm panted.

  Max slapped Malcolm’s fingers off of her and replaced them with his own. Malcolm pulled her hips off the couch and rested her ass on his thighs. Her juices coated his dick and dripped down to his balls, making his entry easier with her slickness. He pressed forward, then pulled back, only to slam back inside when she started to come.

  “Gods yes, baby. Come all over my dick, Selena,” Malcolm said.

  He increased the pace of his thrusts as Max continued to strum her clit through her orgasm. Both men were so in tune with Selena’s body that when she became too sensitive for his brother’s touch on that oversensitive bit of flesh Max removed his hand. He trailed it up to her breast, leaving a path of wetness in his wake.

  Selena’s nails dug into Max’s arms and Malcolm could see the look of possession on his brother’s face when she gave herself to them without a second thought. She lifted her breasts in offering to Max’s devouring mouth, and Malcolm wanted to feel her pussy squeezing his dick again.

  He reached under her and pressed his thumb to her tight little pucker. With the fluid that trailed down the crack of her ass lubing his finger, he pressed the tip inside. She stilled her movements, but when he pulled out and then pushed inside again, she relaxed and eased his entry.

  He wondered if she’d ever had a man take her ass, but decided he didn’t want to know yet. They needed to prepare her to take them both at the same time. He pulled his finger almost all the way out as he shoved his cock back inside. His balls drew up. The tingling in his spine heralded the arrival of his own orgasm.

  He wanted her to explode one more time before he fell over the edge. Removing his thumb and dick, he inserted two fingers into her clenching vagina. Pulling out, he pressed the well-lubed digits into her ass and pushed them back inside.

  Her shoulders lifted off the couch and a scream escaped her throat before Max covered her mouth, taking it inside of his own.

  Malcolm aimed his cock for home and slammed back inside. He shafted in and out at the same time as his fingers. Selena burst apart under his assault.

  Pumping harder, he answered her cry with his own deep, hoarse shout. He threw his head back, letting go. His cock pulsed deep inside her clenching pussy, milking him of his seed. He looked up to see Selena’s eyes had closed, and her body shivered.

  Pulling out, he carefully removed his fingers. Selena whimpered. He didn’t know if it was from pain or pleasure.

  “I’m sorry, baby. Are you all right?”

  She opened her eyes and smiled at them with a nervous look. With her arms flung above her head, she looked like a goddess. “I’m so much better than all right. I’m fantastic…”

  Selena’s phone buzzed from the pocket of her skirt.

  He could see she struggled with embarrassment. Malcolm didn’t want her embarrassed. He wanted her sated and happy, he wanted to feel her mouth wrap around his cock. What the hell…Looking down, he saw junior standing up and ready to play.

  “Shit,” Malcolm and Max said at the same time, making Selena laugh.

  “What are you laughing at, woman.” Max growled.

  “You guys.” Still giggling, she wiped a tear. “You guys look like your mommy said it was time for bed.”

  “Hmm…I think I agree. It’s time for bed,” Malcolm said. He could see her lying on top of his bed with her arms spread wide, waiting to welcome them into her body.

  “What? Oh no, we can’t…I have a club to open in—” She looked at the clock and scrambled up.

  Max held her still and asked, “What are you doing?”

  “I need to get up.”

  Selena squirmed so hard Malcolm feared she’d hurt herself. He looked at Max and his brother must’ve decided the same thing.

  “You’re right. We’ll finish this later.” Max used his most authoritative voice, making Selena shake her head. Big brother’s man voice didn’t seem to faze her. Malcolm wanted to howl with laughter, but knew that if he did Max would retaliate. Malcolm didn’t want to fight Max, he wanted to spend the next century or so learning all the things Selena liked.

  With a puzzled look, she swung her legs over the side and reached for her panties. Malcolm couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face when she picked them up and shot him a dirty look.

  “What?” he asked, trying to look innocent.

  “I can’t go back down there without any underwear on.”

  Max opened his mouth and closed it. Malcolm dropped his head back on his shoulders and shoved himself to his feet.

  Knowing Max would distract her, Malcolm turned around and walked over to her desk. He hoped like hell she had been too preoccupied when they entered her office to notice anything amiss. With a thought he created a pair of panties for her that covered more than the damn thong she’d worn, and turned with a tiny box in his hand.

  Malcolm silently applauded Max’s efforts. He certainly had Selena’s attention, if the rosy flush covering her gorgeously tanned skin was anything to go by. The way she held his brother’s shoulders with her nails digging in, Malcolm knew she’d leave crescent-shaped indents. A
pang of envy hit him that he didn’t have them too.

  “I bought these for you,” Malcolm stated, walking back to the kissing pair.

  She jerked her mouth away from his brother, causing Max to shoot him a dirty look that Malcolm completely ignored.

  “A present for me?” she asked, reaching for the box.

  Opening the lid, her silver eyes widened. She pulled out the snow-white, French lace panties he’d made her. She looked at him, then Max, and then at the underwear lying in her palm.

  “How? Why?” Selena sputtered.

  “I picked them up in Dubai.” It wasn’t a lie. He had picked them up. He just didn’t buy them at the time. But he remembered when they slipped through his fingers, and he’d pictured his fantasy vision of Selena wearing them for him.

  Her phone buzzed again. With a snap, she shut her mouth. Looking around, she grabbed her skirt then pulled the phone out. At her groan, Malcolm had a pretty good idea who the caller was.

  “Hi, Tam.” She listened, and then said, “I’ll be right down. Give me ten minutes.”

  Malcolm could hear the conversation and wanted to laugh at the merriment in Tamara’s voice, but didn’t want to alert them to his ability. Max started dressing, but Malcolm stood with his arms crossed as he waited for her. Had it really been over two hours? The digital clock on the wall confirmed that indeed it had been well over that.

  “I gotta go.” She turned and came to a quick stop.

  He hid his smile and turned to pick the rest of her clothes up. Max walked out of the bathroom with a warm washcloth and bent to clean her. She stood completely still and bit her lip. Malcolm wanted to replace her teeth with his mouth, but she looked on the edge of bolting.

  Max stood, gave her a quick peck on her lips before he turned back to the open door of the bathroom.

  She blew out a breath and held her hand out. Malcolm shook his head and stepped forward to help her dress. She slapped at his hands, but finally allowed him to draw the cups of her bra together and snap them in place.

  “I don’t think I like this job as well as the undressing part,” Malcolm murmured. Without making it obvious, he and Max used their ability to ensure nobody looking at Selena would be able to tell she’d been well-fucked. Although they wanted everyone to know, they were smart enough to realize Selena wouldn’t.

  Max held up her boots. With a huff, Selena sat on the edge of the couch and couldn’t hide the wince of pain. Max saw it and shot a look over his shoulder.

  Malcolm opened his mouth, but Selena held up a hand.

  “I’m not hurt. It’s just been a long time since I’ve…” She bit that damn lip again, and it took every ounce of his control. He wanted to march over to her and begin removing her clothes again.

  “Good…” Max said. He folded his arms across his chest.

  “Max, why don’t you escort our…” Malcolm stopped at the look she shot them. “I mean take Selena back down while I finish dressing and cleaning up a bit.”

  Selena held her breath as Max reached out and trailed his finger down her cheek. She let out a moan when Max’s hand caressed her breast and tapped her nipple through the thin layer of clothes. Malcolm wanted to rip them off her and saw Max’s thoughts mirrored his own.

  “Listen, I’m a big girl and nobody needs to escort me anywhere. Just because we…um, you know.” She gestured at the couch and continued. “Just because we fucked doesn’t give either of you the right to go all He-Man on me.”

  Malcolm burst into laughter at the look of horror on Max’s face. They’d been compared to or called many things, but He-Man was not one of them. He wiped at his eyes and crowded into her space.

  “Sweetheart, if we went all He-Man on you, I can guarantee you one thing.” He growled. “You wouldn’t be going back down to your club. You really don’t want to push Max on this.”

  Malcolm saw his brother clenching his fist so hard his knuckles turned white. Neither man wanted to let her out of their sights. When you searched for one thing, for hundreds of years, thinking you’d never find it, only to have it dropped into your life, you could be forgiven for wanting to hold on and never let go.

  “Whatever. I’m going down. Maybe you should get dressed first,” she said to Malcolm.

  To his astonishment, she looked him up and down and licked her lips. He felt his cock jerk and he wanted nothing more than to strip her bare. He shook his head and grabbed her shoulders, jerking her to him before he covered her saucy mouth with his own.

  He lifted his mouth and licked her lips, then stepped back and turned her toward the door with a tap on her ass. “Go with Max before we change our minds.”

  Max linked their hands and headed out the door with her, leaving Malcolm alone to dress and clean up their mess. His body still tight with need, he knew he would never get enough of her. Ever.

  Max could see the war Selena waged with herself and their demands. He felt sure she’d never experienced what he and Malcolm had just done to her, but with her mind blocked, he couldn’t be sure. The only people he couldn’t read, unless they allowed it, had been his fellow Ravens. Selena puzzled him, and he didn’t like puzzles.

  “So how long are you in town for?” Max asked.

  “Oh…um…I’m not sure.”

  “Where are you staying?”

  “What is this? Is this the first degree, Max? Just because we—”

  He pressed a finger to her lips, stopping her words. “Don’t demean what we just did, Selena. You know it was more, just as Malcolm and I do.”

  She opened her mouth and when he rubbed his finger on the inside of her bottom lip, she licked the tip, making him groan.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  They reached the top of the stairs and in a move she couldn’t have stopped, he spun her back to the wall. He gripped her chin, bringing her face up to his, and brushed his lips over her mouth in a soft caress.

  “Don’t lie to me or yourself, Selena.” He kissed her hard, and then stepped back. “Next time you lie, I will spank that delectable ass.”

  “Kiss my ass, Max.”

  “Oh I’ll do that, too.” He laughed at her look of outrage.

  “Let’s go before your friend storms up here.” He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles.

  Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Max released Selena’s hand. He rubbed his chest and ached to touch her again. He met the dark gaze of Selena’s best friend across the room as she sidled her way over to them.

  “Hello, you two,” Tamara said.

  “I was just showing…” Selena trailed off.

  “Oh, I think I know what you were showing them.”

  Max pulled Selena into his side, sliding a possessive hand around her waist to hold her close and shield her from her friend.

  “Don’t even start with me, Tam, I have so much dirt on you, your own mama would turn gray.”

  Tamara sniffed. “Ha, my mama would never turn gray. We Mejias never turn gray.”

  Max’s face hardened. “Leave her alone, Tamara.”

  Tamara patted his chest and laughed. He saw the merriment in both women’s eyes and realized they’d been teasing him. He really needed to break down the walls both ladies had around their minds. He hated not knowing what others thought.

  “I’m just messing with Lena. She’s too serious, and it’s taken long enough for her to climb back on the horse, or horses, in this case.”

  Selena shoved her friend and made a slashing motion with her hand across her neck. Tamara obviously had no problem deciphering it. What the hell had she been talking about? Max promised himself he’d learn all there was to know about Selena and her friend.

  He needed to talk to Malcolm. Selena had to be their Fated, but they hadn’t completed the circle that would combine their souls. He needed to talk to Zeus or one of the other gods, but didn’t know how. Zeus said they would know, but didn’t say how…Shit. More puzzles did not make Max a happy boy.

  He looked up at the
ceiling and prayed to the gods and goddesses alike for guidance. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t feel Malcolm’s approach until he laid a hand on his shoulder. Startled, he turned and shoved Malcolm backward.

  Selena gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. He opened his mind to Malcolm, and grimaced at the silent laughter ringing in his head.

  “Sorry, bro. Did I interrupt you?” Malcolm sounded not the least bit sorry.

  “Fuck you, Mal. Let’s step outside so we can talk.”

  They both reached out and took hold of one of Selena’s hands and placed them on their chest.

  Her eyes flared and her breathing sped up. She smiled up at them, making Max’s heart melt a little more. Sharing a conspiratorial look with his brother, he motioned toward the door.

  Max bent to kiss her cheek, then strode away, trying to clear his head of one silver-haired angel who was bound to be the death of him.

  He shoved the door open and paced. Gripping the back of his neck, he looked up at the sky and wondered for the millionth time if the gods were fucking with them.

  They’d kicked them out of Mount Olympus when they had no longer been needed. No goddess wanted to mate with a being the gods created. Sure, they could fuck them and kill for them, but mate with them for life was not an option in their book.

  Max didn’t mind all that much. They were treated with respect and affection, but he learned early on they weren’t good enough for a happily-ever-after with one. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned as Malcolm stepped outside.

  He stared at his brother, and knew without words Malcolm felt the same way toward Selena.

  “What are we going to do?” Malcolm asked without preamble.

  “Damned if I know. They didn’t give us a manual for this shit.”

  “I’m not gonna give her up. I don’t know how it works, but she’s a part of me.”

  Malcolm raised his hand and rubbed his chest in a gesture that Max mirrored.

  “Who says either of us has to give her up?” Max growled.

  “Hello…Can you say society?”