Chase, Zara - Tigers' Temptation [Impulse 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

“Let’s do this thing,” Mikael said, lifting his head from her swollen nipple. “Lay on the rug, babe.”

Still wearing her skimpy panties, Layla did as Mikael asked. When he was being so dominant, it wouldn’t have occurred to her to refuse, anyway. She lay there and looked up at them both, rubbing her thighs together and moistening her lips as she waited to be told what to do next. With a rumbling growl, Philo crouched on all fours over her face, his ass high in the air, his solid cock dangling over her face. She darted out her tongue and ran it across his balls. Philo moaned. Mikael laughed. She hadn’t heard him laugh before and the sound gladdened her heart. She sensed that they all had different, pressing problems to wrestle with. What better way to let off steam than a little mindless sex-play. She grasped the base of Philo’s cock and slid its head into her mouth, wishing he’d offer to slide it into her pussy instead.

“You’re so damned good at that, babe.”

Philo groaned as she drew him deeper into her mouth, tickling the underside of his cock playfully with her tongue and kneading his balls with the fingers of one hand. She could just see Mikael in the full-length mirror on the wall opposite. He had a tube of lube in his hand and was applying a liberal amount to the crack in Philo’s ass.

“That’s it, lover boy,” Philo said. “You know what I need.”

“When don’t you?”

Mikael dropped his head and rasped Philo’s ass with his tongue. Then he held the base of his cock and eased its head into Philo’s anus. Philo pushed back against it, almost pulling himself out of Layla’s mouth. She sucked him back in, watching the show in the mirror as she did so. Mikael was huge, even bigger than Philo, but he sank easily into Philo and rammed himself all the way home. Then he lifted one hand and slapped Philo’s backside in time with his thrusting. His other hand reached forward and found one of Layla’s tits. Their gazes clashed in the mirror as he pinched her nipple hard. A vortex of desire lanced through her, juices flowed from her pussy, her breathing fractured.

“Like that?” Mikael asked.

“Yes,” she said. “I like it, and I like watching you fuck Philo.”

She wanted to ask if it would be her turn next, but wasn’t sure how to put the request into words. That was just plain dumb. She was a journalist, for goodness’ sake. She made a living out of wordplay, but was too embarrassed to ask if one of them would be kind enough to fuck her next. She mentally groaned as her insecurities resurfaced, deciding she didn’t deserve to be let out on her own.

Mikael picked up the pace, thrusting harder into Philo, his balls slapping against Philo’s buttocks. Layla took her cue from him and increased the suction she was exerting on Philo’s cock.

“Shit, I’m gonna come for you both!” he yelled.

Philo’s sperm hit the back of Layla’s throat in a massive gush. She struggled to swallow it down quickly enough, conscious of his entire body rocking as Mikael continued to pummel his anus and thrash his ass.

“That’s it, buddy, let it all go. I’m gonna come, too.”

Mikael’s eyes were closed as he threw back his head and shot his load deep into Philo’s ass. Philo pushed back against him, encouraging him deeper with throaty growls that sounded otherworldly.

When Mikael finally stopped coming he pulled out of Philo and rolled onto his back.

“Shit, that was good!”

“Glad to oblige, lover.”

Philo leaned over and kissed Mikael deeply on the lips. Layla felt surplus to requirements now, like she was intruding on a private moment, and wondered what she ought to do. Had they forgotten she was there? That she had needs, too? Before she could indignantly ask the question, they broke the kiss and returned their attention to her.

“Looks to me like our guest’s in some pain,” Philo remarked.

Mikael nodded his stripy head. “Seems that way.”

“What do you need from us, honey?” Philo asked, dropping his head and capturing her lips in a light kiss that felt almost more like a nip.

“What are you offering?”

Mikael and Philo shared a look. “Now there’s a question you don’t hear every day,” Philo said, grinning.

“How about we get rid of these?” Mikael tugged at her panties and Layla lifted her hips to held him remove them. “They look pretty wet. Not much use for anything.”

“That’s just about the cutest damned pussy I ever did see,” Philo said, taking a long look at her shaved pubis and smiling his appreciation.

“Why don’t you spread your legs for us?” Mikael asked. “Then we’ll see what we can do to ease your discomfort.”

“You need to trust him,” Philo said, his grin widening. “He’s a doctor.”

Is he?

Mikael scowled, but it gave way to a reluctant grin. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

Layla would have enjoyed their banter, but for the fact that she had other, more pressing, matters on her mind. She spread her legs and brought her knees up. They seemed to like looking at her, so she’d give them a damned good view. She’d never been this brazen with a man before. No, make that two men. Perhaps that explained it. She’d never been with two men, period. Their identical expressions of approval would be enough to turn any girl’s head, never mind one who hadn’t had sex since before the invention of the wheel.

“I’ve got this,” Mikael said.

Oh joy, he’s gonna fuck me with that huge cock of his.

He knelt between her legs and made a sound that was a cross between a growl and a deep purr.

“Bring your legs over my shoulders, babe.”

Layla did as he asked and was rewarded by the feel of his long tongue lapping against the lips of her pussy. He seemed to absorb her rather embarrassing flow of juices, sipping them as though they were the sweetest nectar. Layla moaned, rotating her hips in the hope that his tongue would reach all the places she most wanted it to. Her clit was swollen, desperate for the rasp of it, but he teased her by avoiding it. Instead he separated her slick folds with his fingers and his tongue delved deep inside her, curling around the walls of her vagina, heightening her need until she was panting with desperation.

She closed her eyes, the better to absorb the sensation Mikael had caused to streak through her. Even so, she squirmed when Philo’s tongue homed in on one nipple and his fingers massaged her other breast, kneading it harshly, causing pulsating passion to join the vortex of desire already running riot inside her body.

“Tell us if we’re being too rough with you,” Philo said in a sexy drawl. “We like it hard ourselves, but if you don’t—”

“I do. Just don’t stop.”

“Then you must tell us what you want us to do to you.”

“Just make me come. Please!”

“She sounds desperate,” Philo said conversationally, as though discussing a scientific problem.

Mikael had his mouth full and didn’t respond. But his hands were free and he brought one down lightly on her buttocks.

“Argh!”

“Did Mikael hurt you, honey?”

“Yes. No.” She screwed her eyes tighter shut as she thought about it. “Actually, it tingles, and it feels pretty good.”

Mikael brought his hand down a little harder. This time he also flicked his tongue across her clit.

“Yes!”

“Not yet,” Philo said, squeezing the tit he’d been massaging. “No one comes in this establishment until Mikael gives them permission. He’s in charge.”

Like hell he is!

He slapped her a third time but also sucked her entire clit into his mouth, or so it felt, his tongue delving and agitating its sensitized depths. Layla screamed and shattered to a climax in Mikael’s mouth as he feasted on her pussy. Her body felt as though it was on fire as the tremors struck from all angles, building to a crescendo and hovering there. She rocked her hips against Mikael’s magical mouth as exquisite shards of intense sensation coursed through her, again and again. Time after impossible time, cresting and then building to such impossible heights that she thought she’d lost her mind. It was so intense that it was almost too much to bear.

When the final convulsion subsided, Layla let out a deep sigh, opened her eyes, and smiled at both men. They were sitting at her side with their legs spread at odd angles, smiling at her.

“Better?” Mikael asked.

“Yes, thanks. I guess I needed that more than I realized.”

“No question about that.”

He got up and disappeared into his bedroom without another word. Layla sat up, wondering what had happened to the relaxed Mikael. The Mikael who had laughed, who truly seemed to appreciate her, who knew how to suck an orgasm out of a girl until she cried with carnal pleasure.

Philo lifted her into his arms and carried her to the nearest sofa, collapsing onto it beside her. They were still both naked, but it didn’t appear to bother him so why should she care?

“He doesn’t like me, does he?”

“It’s not you, babe. It’s what you do for a living.”

“He doesn’t like reporters, I got that part. A lot of people don’t, as it happens. But he doesn’t know anything about me.”

“He had a bad experience with the press and has never gotten over it.”

“What happened?”

“Oh, it was some years ago now. He was newly qualified—”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Philo gave her an exasperated look. “Do you wanna hear this or not?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, he was newly qualified but already disillusioned with mainstream medicine. He had ideas about alternatives and wrote such authoritative papers on the subject that he attracted enough research money to look into it seriously.” Philo paused, threw his head back, and sighed. “He’s not very good at public relations—”

“Yes, I got that part.”

“Well, a journalist who was supposed to do a write-up on his work for a respected publication asked him one too many stupid questions and Mikael basically told him to fuck off.”

Layla clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh dear!”

“Right. The journalist didn’t appreciate having his intellect called into question and did such a hatchet job on Mikael’s ideas that the funding was pulled.”

“Ah, that would explain it, I suppose. Did you know him at the time?”

“No, if I had, I wouldn’t have let him shoot his mouth off like that. We met later.”

“Is that why you came to see me when I called here and not Mikael?”

“Yep. Anyway, don’t worry about him. He’s warming to you.”

Layla rolled her eyes. “You could have fooled me.”

“He just gave you a bone-melting orgasm, didn’t he?”

“True, but he didn’t stick around for long afterward.”

“Mikael has good reason to be wary of journalists, but I’ve never seen him have sex with one before.” Philo flashed a full-wattage smile that made her feel weak at the knees. “That’s progress. Trust me on this.”

“You know him best.”

“I do, and my advice to you is to be completely honest with him about your reasons for being here. You do that and I’ve got a feeling his attitude will change pretty damned quick.”

“But I have been honest.”

Philo looked at her for a long time, cream hair flopping across intelligent blue eyes that looked disappointed by her response.