Club Saturday: Contemporary Menage Romance (Sarasota Sin Series Book 2) (22 page)

“I don’t know what to think about that.”

Evan and Drake stoking different parts of her body was one thing, but to have them concentrating only on her sex was overwhelming. The blood was rushing downward to meet their demands, making her dizzy. Vania groaned, “Can’t think anymore. Can’t… talk.”

Chapter 24

“Breathe, Baby. Don’t forget to breathe.”

Vania took a frantic gulp, and then slowed her breathing as much as possible. “I can’t seem to get used to… all the hands, two mouths.”

“I know. Keep breathing.”

When Evan and Drake started entering her throbbing pussy with their combined fingers, Vania twisted to get away from the all-consuming sensation.

Drake kissed her as Evan took her breast with his mouth, sucking the nipple across his tongue until the ensuing sting caused her to gasp in Drake’s mouth.
 

“There isn’t one part of you I would change,” Drake breathed. “So gorgeous, no one else has eyes your shade of blue.”

“I’m rather attached to your eyes, too,” she murmured against his lips, “but they’re not what I’m thinking of right now.”

“Hmm, I like the way you think.” Drake kissed her.
 

Vania’s thighs tightened around their hands.
 

Evan growled. “
Vania
.”

“Sorry.” She unclamped them.
 

“There you go,” praised Drake. “Give us room to love you.”

“This is slow,” Evan assured her, “we’re taking it nice and easy.”

“Okay.”

“And we’re going to try this face up.” Drake reached for one of the pillows as Evan lifted her hips. “So we can connect better. But if I need a better angle, I’ll turn you over. Understood?”

“Sort of.”

“Relax. Let us take care of everything.” Evan stroked her forehead with light fingertips while Drake positioned her on the pillow.
 
“Just expect and accept sensation.”

“Let your muscles go, starting with your scrumptious ass,” Drake said, reaching beneath her ass and angling her.
 

Vania closed her eyes. Hands pushed back her legs as far as comfort allowed, completely exposing her.
 

“That’s it.”

“Perfect.” A fingertip swiped the divide of her sex.
 
A tongue flicked over her clit — there and gone. “You are pretty down here, Vania.”

She swallowed audibly.

Four warm hands glided over her body, two moving between the pillow and her buttocks, soothing and molding her ass
 
— gripping slightly, releasing, repeating.
 
Then hands moved from her lower back to the top of her thighs. They were massaging her, she realized, loosening muscles to prepare for anal sex.
 

When Vania opened her mouth to say they should be working on the inside and not the outside, a tongue traveled the length of her cleft, delving down until it stopped at her anus.
 

“Oh!”
 

While hands still massaged her ass, the whole area started humming with anticipation.
 
Her pussy pulsated from the sudden mouth on her clit that almost sucked her too hard.

“Hmm.”

The knot of muscles one tongue was pressing through at her anus started releasing. Hands kneaded and flexed with more demand. One of them moaned with Vania, the sucking on her clit becoming savage.
 

But no one had dipped a finger in her sex for a while, so she reached inside her legs and pushed at someone’s head. “Tongue in me, fingers, too.”

“You’re not in the driver’s seat, Baby.” Evan said, kissing the palm of her hand to ease the sting from his words. He placed it over Vania’s head and lifted her other hand to join the first. “Keep them there. Patience is its own reward. I can prove it in a few minutes.”

“I can’t wait a few minutes. I need to come.”
 

She writhed when Drake dolloped lubricant on her puckered opening.
 
He gently worked the tip of his finger into her rosette. Drake circled lightly, easing her into the foreign sensation that was erotic and forbidden, but the building ache in her sex was fast becoming frustrating.

“Please.”

“Patience.”

Fingers retreated, and then plunged back in, pressing and circling. A fluttering sensation answered deep within her sex, awakening unfamiliar nerve endings.
 

Evan’s mouth moved back to her clit, taking it with his teeth and biting gently. The subsequent burn made her gasp. Vania tried to push away, but both men held her.

She couldn’t fight those exhilarating pins and needles that climbed up her sex. “Ah!”

When Evan released her clitoris, Drake’s fingers were buried entirely in her ass. She was full, overly full.
 

“What did you do?” She knew Evan had distracted her. “It’s odd.” The pleasure was growing.
 
The pins and needles drifted away, a tingling in her spine taking hold.
 

“I have three fingers in your virgin ass, Vania,” Drake said, moving to the middle of her legs and working lube on his beautiful cock with his free hand. He twisted his closed fist over the head, squeezing. His eyes were on her ass, where his fingers were lodged.

Evan kissed his way up her torso, mouth playing lightly with her breasts. But his hand stayed at her pussy, pinching and releasing her clitoris in matching rhythm to the clenching of her internal walls.

“Mmm.” She closed her eyes again, trying to breathe through it all. But there was no staying calm, no fighting what was happening. “Um!”

“It’s coming,” Drake whispered. “She’s clamping down hard.”

“I’m… I’m!” Vania couldn’t believe it.
 
Her head thrashed back and forth until Evan caught her face with his hands.
 

“Vania, stay with it.”
 
His coaxing grounded her, when every muscle in her body wanted to shatter with pleasure-pain. “You’ll release fully with it. Just try.”

“I’m… trying.” Her body hit a painful peak, her empty pussy rhythmically gripping on nothing since Drake was focusing on her ass.

Evan fastened his lips over hers, plundering her with his tongue until her muscles started to give way. “Mmm,” she groaned in his mouth as she soared higher and then… relief! “Evan!” Her muscles turned to goo when her sex flooded with her orgasm. “Drake!”
 

“You’re there,” Evan whispered. “Let yourself float now.”

Drake lined up his cock to her anus and plunged in what felt like feet, when she knew it was the barest inch or two. Her tension started returning to her body, the burning sting of his invasion making her teeth clench.

“No,” Evan said, his hand rubbing her jaw then lowering down her body to find her sex. “Don’t tighten on Drake.”

Vania gasped. “It hurts.”

Drake stilled.
 
But he kept her legs high and spread, his fingers pressing into her flesh. Anyone could see that he wanted to dig in, to take and give, but Drake was holding back by a thread.
 

“Burns or hurts?” Drake asked hoarsely.

“Burns,” she hissed. He was too hard, too thick, and too
everywhere
.

“Do you want to stop?”

“I don’t think so, not yet anyway.”

Evan looked where Drake and Vania were joined. “Lean some, Drake.” Evan spread her lower lips apart before spearing two inside her vagina. “Looks like you’re halfway in. She’s stretching nicely, should be okay.”

“Halfway?” Vania gasped, but the circling of his fingers and the gentle rocking of Drake’s cock started working favorably for her.

Slowly, Drake threaded deeper inside Vania as Evan’s fingers found her sweet spot. When his thumb strummed her distended clit, playing around with the sensitive bud, it counteracted most of the burning sensation Drake’s cock caused. The slight relief took away that slice of pain and replaced it with something darkly erotic, usually forbidden, and…pleasurable.

She began rocking with Drake, lifting her hips as he inched in a little more… more… more. “MmHmm.”

“Vania’s about to come again,” Evan said. “She’s rippling around my fingers. Fuck, I want her around my dick.”

Drake murmured, “Hold on, Love.
 
Anal orgasms are deeper.”

“I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can,” Evan coaxed.
 
“Drake, I’ve never seen that expression on your face.”

“I can’t tell you how incredible her ass feels. There.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “No.” Thrust. “Words.” He stopped with his balls pressed firmly against her ass, savoring.

“Drake!” she cried out.
 

 
Evan pulled his hand from her pussy to give Drake room, his mouth dipping to trace the circle of her navel as his hands traveled up to twist and tug her nipples. Then he started working his cock, his eyes darting to where Drake tightened his hold on her and moved in closer, deeper, pressing his pubic bone against Vania’s clit before starting down on a slow, maddening glide.
 

“I’ll take you in my mouth.” Vania was eager to taste Evan, to make him explode on her tongue.

“I don’t want to blow yet,” he said, “and if you put those pretty lips around me, I will.”

“Ah!” Clouds were lifting her, higher and higher. “This one
does
feel different.”

“An anal orgasm,” Drake reminded. He picked up speed. “Different but good, yes?”

“Yes,” she cried, “almost there!”

Evan licked a bead of sweat trickling down her cleavage. “I love how she flushes when she comes, and the way her eyes flutter.”

“Incredible, so fucking incredible.” Drake shuddered over her, the tendons in his neck straining. “Come with me, Vania. Do it now.”

 
Their bodies glided in the most primitive way, slicked with sweat, lubricant, and her orgasm. Vania locked eyes with Drake and fell a little deeper, a little harder, and it had nothing to do with sex but everything to do with her heart.

She cried out when white lights blurred her vision. Evan groaned next to her, burying his mouth against her neck, while Drake emptied his scalding seed in her.

And Vania felt so right that tears burned her eyes.

“Vania?” Drake’s voice sounded ragged to her ears, but she heard his concern. “Did I hurt you?”

Evan shot up, cupping her face. “Why are you crying?”

“Girl thing.” She shook her head. “Emotions running rampant.” Licking her lips as Drake left her body, she asked Evan, “Can you make love to me now?”

“Make love?”

“Please.” She nodded as the first ray of sunlight sneaked in the bedroom. Another day in Florida, she supposed, but she’d never experienced a sunrise quite like this. “Take your time, okay?”

“Yes.” His smile was secret, a certain edge to it that made her pause. But he pressed his fingertips to her lips when she opened her mouth, and then plunged into her pussy on a smooth glide, not stopping until he reached the very top. “I would make love to you, Baby, for as long as you’ll keep me.”

She wrapped her arms around Evan’s shoulders, drawing him in tight, and wondered if he meant forever.

Chapter 25
 

At nearly noon, Vania sat between Evan and Drake on the way to The Easton Hotel. A five-minute trip had turned into a twenty-minute roundabout due to the driver’s attempts at losing the paps.
 

Both men had phones pressed to their ears. From what she could hear, Drake was speaking to one of his private attorneys, while Evan was dealing with a publicist.
 

Though each held her hand, infusing Vania with warmth, a sense of helplessness chilled her bones.
 

“That’s our statement, Olivia,” Evan said. “Miss Lange is not Dr. Lambert’s wife. Nor was she with him when we started dating. Flip this thing around. Turn her into the shining princess of Sarasota.” He laughed without humor. “I don’t care how you do it, or how much money it takes to make this happen. That’s what I’m paying you for.”
 

Vania sipped her coffee, wishing she added cream to stop her stomach from howling. After the three had woken from a mere two hours sleep, a breakfast delivery had arrived from The Easton Hotel.
 

They feasted on lobster quiche and citrus sweet breads. The whole scene had been domestic, a slice of what she wanted in the future with them… until the phone calls, emails, and texts started arriving, blowing everything apart in minutes. Now, Drake and Evan were stuck putting her life back together while she hung on a cliff by her fingernails.

Evan’s shoulders tensed. “As soon as I get upstairs, I’m emailing you the attendee list for tonight’s fundraiser. Weed out the press. Limit to six at most.” He sighed. “The press will slaughter me if I cut them out? They do that anyway. This time, however,” he said before he hung up, “they’ve gone too far by involving Miss Lange in
this
way.”

“I’ll send the email to your publicist,” she said to Evan.