Awakening Her Racy Passion [Racy Nights 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

“Oh God…” She wasn’t afraid at his words. Rather, she was so aroused by them that her pussy got wet all over again. How did they do that? How could they turn something that felt impossible to accomplish into something she wanted to fail at on purpose, just to experience a new sensation at their hands?

“Choice number two, we eat you out and agree that you may come, but then we tie you to the chair again and make you watch us each beat off. No dicks in your pussy, no dicks in your mouth again, and no dicks in your ass.”

“You two are pure sadists.”

Wyatt moved so that she could see his face. “No shit. You just figured that out? And aren’t you supposed to be asking permission to speak, and calling us ‘Sir’?”

“I am. I mean, yes Sir. I’m sorry.”

He kissed her on the forehead. “You’re adorable when you apologize all over yourself. Do you know that?”

“She’s adorable no matter what she’s saying,” said Trent, “but right now, I’m waiting for her answer. Which choice is it?”

Ria sighed as she gazed into his eyes. There was no way she was going to give up having those dicks inside her just for a silly orgasm. If she came, she’d accept the flogging, because deep down she was dying to know what it felt like. “I choose number one, Sir.”

She laughed when they high-fived each other, but her laughter soon turned to moans and screams of frustration as both men began to lick her pussy and clit. They sucked on it, alternating that with rubbing it just right with their fingers, watching her face the entire time. They were enjoying this. When they began to put their fingers inside her pussy and then Wyatt slid one into her asshole as well, she grabbed fistfuls of the comforter as she tried to hold off the climax.

But there was no fucking way. They were too good at this, and they knew exactly what they were doing. Sweat poured down her face, and she thought she was going to prolong it a bit more until Trent began to stroke his cock. She lost it then, and her orgasm exploded in a dizzying display of flashing lights, as wave after wave of contractions rocked her body to the core. She swore each of her fingers and toes had a climax as well.

They let her finish, and then Wyatt asked if she needed a bathroom break.

“Yes…please…and water. Please?”

Once she was finished in the bathroom, they gave her two bottles of water to drink, and then told her to lie on the bed. “We won’t restrain you for this,” said Trent. “You’re too tired to move anyway.”

She sighed at the humor and lust in his voice, knowing the tone of it would follow her down into her dreams tonight, and every night for the rest of her life, no matter how long this lasted with these two. And she didn’t mind that at all. This was every fantasy she’d ever had, all rolled up into one delicious concoction of gorgeous alpha male twins with killer bodies and dicks that didn’t quit. What chance did she have against them?

Wyatt brushed a flogger with thin falls against her tender ass cheeks, and she moaned. “Just to review, we will not stop until you safeword. And then we will fuck you six ways to Sunday. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

The first few strikes stung like mad. It was as if they’d let fire ants loose on her ass, and Ria wasn’t sure how much she could take. But then Trent stood behind her and swung a flogger with thicker falls, and although the sensation was similar to being struck with a paddle, it didn’t hurt nearly as much as that implement had. Either she was used to this already, or he wasn’t throwing it very hard.

“Which one do you like better?” he asked.

“I like them both, Sir.”

They took turns with them, and the one with the thicker falls was soon more like a massage that soothed the burn of the other flogger. Ria drifted off to a place where she was conscious of the stinging, but also as if she were floating above the scene, watching it. She had the same sensation as earlier, when the pain became the pleasure and the pleasure became the pain, and she hoped they were enjoying this as much as she was.

But soon the pain began to overwhelm her. She grabbed the comforter again and gritted her teeth, but it was beyond pleasurable now. Would they be upset? She hoped not. “Red.”

They stopped, and helped her sit up. Trent held another bottle of water to her lips while Wyatt gathered her in his arms and stroked her hair and back. “I am so proud of you. Do you realize how many strikes you took?”

She shook her head.

“I’m not sure I should tell you.” Wyatt kissed her neck until she began to squirm against him, all hot and bothered again within seconds, but all he did was hand her off to Trent who cradled her on his lap as well.

“I’ll tell her.” Trent stroked her hair and back, and then whispered in her ear, “You took fifty from each of us.”

“You’re kidding.”

Trent laughed and held her closer. “No, I’m not.” He gently laid her on her back and gazed down into her face with so much pride and lust that Ria wasn’t sure how to react. So many emotions bubbled up, all competing for attention at the same time. Wyatt crossed the room and opened a dresser drawer, and when he returned to the bed, he carried condom packages and a bottle of lube.

She smiled and wrapped her arms and legs around Trent’s warm, muscled body. He kissed her, moving his lips and tongue over hers in practiced precision, slowly, as though he were in no hurry at all. She moaned and cried out in frustration as he released her mouth and began a torturous descent with his tongue over her collarbones, across both breasts, over her abdomen, and then back up again. “Someone is impatient.”

“Yes, Sir. I am.”

Wyatt tossed a condom at him. “Well so am I. Fuck her already. Or get off her so I can.”

Ria giggled as Wyatt sheathed his dick in a condom. Trent sighed, sat back on his heels, and did the same. “Fine. If that’s really what you both want me to do.”

He smiled into her eyes as he slid his cock into her pussy, rubbing her clit the entire time, and by the time he was all the way in, another intense climax was building. She had no clue if she needed to ask permission to come a second time, but right now she couldn’t even think let alone form a coherent question.

As Trent fucked her, Wyatt played with her breasts, and soon Ria tossed her head back and forth as wave after wave of desire coursed through her body. Sex had never been like this. Not even close. This was heady, and sweet, and her arms were actually sore from clutching Trent’s body.

He pulled out before he came, and Wyatt took his place. As he slid his dick into her, he massaged her clit, watching her face the entire time. “You feel incredible. Are you ready to come again?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “Please tell me I can.”

He cut his gaze toward Trent, who stroked the sides of her breasts tenderly. Trent nodded. “Go for it.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Ria closed her eyes and let the contractions take over. Wyatt fucked her faster as she started to come, but he didn’t finish either. He pulled out and Trent took his place, then Wyatt kissed her deeply as the climax washed over her. Ria clung to both of them as she rode the waves, knowing that no matter what happened after tonight, her life would never be the same again.

When Trent pulled out again, they asked her to lie on her stomach. “We won’t hurt you. And you can safeword out of this if you want, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.” She knew what they were going to do, but she wasn’t afraid. She wanted this. He filled her asshole with lube, first using one finger, then two, and he was so careful and gentle that there was no pain. Only a delicious sense of peace and fullness that had her moaning softly by the time she felt the head of his sheathed dick tease the opening.

Trent slid his cock into her ass carefully, while Wyatt stroked her hair and whispered words of encouragement the entire time. Ria nearly cried again at the tenderness and care both men were showing. Trent’s groans became more urgent, and his thrusting quicker, until finally he cried out and she knew he’d come.

When he pulled out, Wyatt repeated the lube first with his fingers, and then he slid his dick inside her ass. He fucked her a bit rougher than Trent had done, but it still felt incredible and Ria couldn’t do anything except enjoy it. When he came, he kissed both sore ass cheeks, then her back, and then he pulled out and kissed her mouth like one would kiss a cherished lover.

The men each used the bathroom, then she did, and when she returned to the bed, they pulled her close and took turns holding her and stroking her back until she drifted off to sleep, totally sated, and happier than she could ever remember being.

Was this how all of them felt? Kari, Alexa, Julie, Annalise, Marisol, Cherilyn, Gina, and Olivia? She wanted what they each had. She knew that now. She’d always known it, somewhere deep inside, but she’d never had the courage to seek it out.

Was it even possible for her? Was this night the beginning of those wishes coming true? Ria wasn’t sure, but right now, cradled against both Wyatt’s and Trent’s warm, sexy bodies, she could pretend that she was already their lover and their sub. She could pretend that her fondest wishes had already come true.

Trent woke up and couldn’t remember where he was, then memories from a few hours ago came tumbling back, and his dick began to get hard within seconds. He was in Wyatt’s bed, and sleeping between them was the beautiful Ria. He crawled out of bed and peed before his hard-on prevented that need, then climbed back in next to her and watched her chest rise and fall.

He could hardly believe everything they’d done to her, but more amazing than that was her response. How long had she been harboring these fantasies?

He hadn’t known how he’d react watching Wyatt fuck her, but it had been such a crazy turn-on, and that surprised him. Apparently watching your twin make love to another woman, when you were in the mix consensually, wasn’t the same thing as walking in on your sub having sex with two men that you hadn’t given your permission for her to fuck.

Trent shook his head to clear the memories. Ria wasn’t Deanna, and Wyatt wasn’t the two whose names he refused to acknowledge out loud, or even in his own thoughts. That part of his life was over. He had no idea what was going to happen now, but he sure hoped it included more of what they’d done together, because he was smitten. And now that he’d made love to her, there was no way he was going to be able to walk away from Ria. He knew that as surely as he knew that all he wanted to do was make love to her again, right now.

She smelled like sex. They all did. But he didn’t mind that as he kissed her hair, then her neck. She’d liked that earlier. Would it be enough to wake her up now? When he licked her nipples, alternating, she moaned softly in her sleep. Would Wyatt wake up? He slept like the dead, so probably not. Maybe he should take Ria into his room? Would Wyatt be upset by that? They hadn’t really talked this through, or decided who would do what with her, and when. And since he’d never shared a woman with anyone, he had no clue what proper protocol was.

But all thoughts of unspoken protocol were pushed aside for the moment when she rolled over and smiled at him. There was just enough light from the street lamps to see the expression on her face. The candles had all burned out, but Wyatt hadn’t closed the drapes.

“I thought I was dreaming,” she whispered.

He brushed a finger along her face. “I thought this whole night was a dream.”

“Should we wake up your brother?”

He shook his head, then climbed out of bed and crooked his finger at her. She followed without making a sound, and when they reached his room across the hall, Trent closed the door and turned on the small lamp on his dresser. “Are you okay with this?”

“It’s not my decision, is it?”

“Sure it is. I mean, I don’t know. Wyatt and I didn’t get this far when we talked.”

She watched him for a few minutes, as if trying to make up her mind about something. “It’s your call, Sir. I don’t know either of you as well as you know each other.”

“I don’t know what he’d think of this. All I do know is that I want to make love to you again.”

He watched her eyes go all soft, which made his dick even harder, and then she moved closer to him and kissed him. As her lips and tongue moved over his, he stopped worrying about what Wyatt might or might not say, and instead he tangled his fingers in Ria’s hair and pulled her body against his.

Her soft moans drove him to distraction. The woman was not only an incredible kisser, but she enjoyed sex so much it was almost unbelievable. Now he knew why Deanna had never seemed to enjoy that part with him as much as she did the play. She was too busy fucking other men. Trent pushed away thoughts of Deanna again as he took Ria’s hand and led her into the bathroom.

He turned on the water and stepped inside, pulling her close again to kiss her. The warm water washed away his cares and worries, and there was only Ria, her lush body, and the taste of her mouth on his. He released her mouth to trail kisses down her neck, and was rewarded with her hand encircling his cock. “Oh God, that feels so fucking good.”

“So does that,” she said, arching her head back so he could reach her tits as well as her neck now. She pulled on his dick as he sucked and gently bit her nipples. Her soft moans became loud cries, and Trent wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on.

She massaged his balls with her other hand, and he cried out as his climax began to build. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she’d jerk him off with her hands. He backed her up against the wall and shoved a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit and her soaking wet pussy. He’d never seen a woman get so wet, so quickly. She was so damn exciting and fun. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Oh, God…yes, Sir.”

“Ask me then.” It gave him such a rush to hear her call him ‘Sir’ and to command her. She seemed to love it, and he hadn’t expected that from her. Where had she been hiding this part of herself? Did anyone else in Racy besides Wyatt know this side of Ria?

“Fuck me, Sir. Please. Make love to me.” She looked into his eyes, and Trent’s heart gave a weird lurch. This girl would be his undoing if he wasn’t careful. “Make love to me.” Her voice was soft, sexy, almost reverent. He couldn’t stop staring into her eyes. He’d known her his entire life, and never had he imagined it would be like this to hold her or touch her.