Dark Desire in Elk's Crossing [Sequel to Ecstasy in Elk's Crossing] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (16 page)

“I forgot to bring towels,” Sven said to Joshua as he got down on his knees. “Would you mind getting a couple towels? I’ll need a damp one and a dry one.”

While Joshua walked to the private bathroom off Sven’s executive office, the big Norwegian grinned at Annika, let his gaze slither slowly downward toward her pussy, then bent low and began easing his tongue in and out of her slit, lapping at her cream.

A second ago I had a different handsome man licking my cunt. What kind of slut gets a wet pussy from getting tied up? They’ve turned me into a tramp.
But it was a lie that she could not even pretend to believe. Her pussy was seething, and she didn’t feel the least bit guilty for it.
No they haven’t. They’ve taught me how good sex can be, and that’s just one of the many reasons you love them.
She closed her eyes and issued a slow, tremulous sigh of resignation.
Fuck! I am in love. That’s the one four-letter word I most wanted to avoid with these two.

Joshua returned with a damp towel that had steam rising from it, and two thick, dry, terry towels.

“This should do the trick,” he said, handing Sven the moist towel. “Let it soften the hairs for a little bit before you start shaving.”

“Of course.” Sven folded the warm towel into a square and placed it over Annika’s pussy. “We’re in no hurry, after all, and she’s not going anywhere until she admits that she needs us as much as we need her.”

In a quiet voice, Annika said, “You two are completely insane. You’ve lost your minds. This is so
completely
not going to work.”

The heat of the towel, placed directly over her pussy, was nearly as sensual to Annika as it was having her lovers licking and sucking on her clit. In the back of her mind, she wondered whether Sven had ever shaved off a woman’s pubic hair before, then she forced the thought away. Even the most fleeting thought of either Sven or Joshua being with another woman caused nasty, jagged-edged jealousy to grip her insides.

She watched as Sven carefully smoothed shaving cream over her pubic hair then methodically put the razor to her, not stopping until she was perfectly smooth and completely hairless.

“There,” Sven said as he dried her skin with a terry towel. “Now we’re ready for phase two.”

Annika closed her eyes and whispered, “Oh, fuck.”

The men chuckled and replied in unison, “That’s right.”

They can’t really mean to go through with this.

Even Annika realized it was a foolish notion to think that men like Sven and Joshua—and there weren’t really a lot of them in the world, after all—wouldn’t follow through with what they intended to do to her. These weren’t the type of men to make idle threats, to have dreams they did not intend to fulfill, to have desires they did not sate.

She watched as Sven bent low and once more brought his mouth to her slit. Just as promised, she discovered firsthand that, when freshly shaven, her body was even more capable of feeling the most minute sensations. When Sven dragged his tongue through the cleavage of her pussy lips, she began to shiver. When he reached her clit, captured it between his lips, then sucked on it, she felt an orgasm of epic dimensions begin rushing at a breakneck pace toward the forefront of her consciousness.

Something spongy touched her cheek. When she turned her face in that direction, Joshua tapped the head of his erection against her lips. Annika turned her face away, refusing to give in to the temptation his cock always represented, though the thought of taking his delicious flesh between her lips and deep into her mouth made a fresh burst of honey ooze from her pussy and onto Sven’s frisking, ever-active tongue.

“Don’t be petulant,” Joshua said. “Give me a little attention. You know how I love it when you suck my cock.”

“No.” Annika was quite pleased with her tone of voice. She sounded quite put upon and rather highbrow. “And what you love or do not love being done to your cock is no longer any of my business.” She huffed indignantly. “Or interest.”

“We’ll see about that,” Joshua replied.

Sven added, “The night is young. Before it’s through, you’ll see things the way Joshua and I do.”

“You’re only going to break my—”

The word “heart” was on the tip of her tongue, but when Sven brought his mouth to her clit and sucked it between his lips, and Joshua captured the crest of her breast and put a firm suction on her nerve-laden nipple, speaking coherent words was impossible for several seconds. When she finally could speak, Annika wasn’t pleased with the results.

“Oh, fuck, that feels incredible!” Annika heard the words spoken, but it took several seconds for her to realize that she’d actually been the woman to speak them. In an effort to negate the damage already done, she said in a voice nearly a shout, “I didn’t mean that. I didn’t fucking mean that.” She looked down at Joshua, his handsome face pressed into the lush mound of her right breast, his cheek hollowed in suction, and added, “I’ve got to stop saying ‘fuck.’”

Under any circumstance, it would have been an erotic experience to have Sven giving her sweetly delivered cunnilingus while Joshua sucked on her nipples, but to have them doing it when she was securely bound, when she couldn’t avoid their oral caresses, heightened the impact on their senses a thousand-fold. She could move her knees only a little inward. Her ankles were tied to the legs of the solid chair, and they weren’t moving at all. Her wrists were tied together with Sven’s silk necktie, and since Annika had already given it four or five serious attempts and had accomplished nothing, it was clear that her wrists were bound until the men untied her.

She literally had no choice but to sit in the chair and allow these men to pleasure her however they wanted to.

No matter how many times they make you come, don’t forget that eventually they’ll break your heart.

She grasped that concept like a mantra, but even as she thought it now, with Sven’s tongue slithering lightly from side to side over her clit and Joshua’s tongue grazing lightly over her right nipple while he tugged and twisted her left, the thought of having one’s heart being broken was difficult to embrace. When an orgasm is rushing at you like a tsunami, simple heartbreak seems inconsequential.

“This is so unfair,” Annika said wearily, thinking her climax was, at most, thirty seconds away. Could she possibly have one without the men knowing about it? She doubted it. They were far too attuned to her body’s responses to their caresses for them to not notice. Just then she felt a thick finger ease between the slick lips of her pussy then curl inside her to caress the smooth inner front wall of her vagina, where she was particularly sensitive. “Oh, fuck…you got me.”

Her words were almost casually delivered, but an instant later she was shivering in the chair, tugging at the binds tying her ankles to the wooden legs, leaning far forward so that the plump, trembling mounds of her breasts pressed against her knees. Throughout the climactic spasms, Sven never once stopped sucking and licking on her clit, nor did he stop the progress of the finger that tantalized her from the inside.

When the fifth and final convulsion went through her, Annika begged them to stop.

“I…need time…to catch…my breath,” she said between gulps. “Please, don’t be cruel. I need some time.”

“She’s right,” Joshua said, getting to his feet. “We’re trying to change her mind, after all, not fuck her to death.”

Disoriented by the force of the climax that had just gripped her, Annika looked up at Joshua and asked in a low voice filled with fear, “Have you actually fucked someone to death?”

He shook his head. “No, darling. Just a not-very-clever turn of phrase, I’m afraid.”

Now that both men were standing, she had the chance to see that both were
really
ready to be put to action. Their cocks were as hard as she’d ever seen them, angling out from their bodies like a knight’s lance, waiting to penetrate her body wherever and however they wanted. Tied up as she was, Annika was in no position to dictate the terms and conditions of how she got fucked.

The conscious awareness of her own vulnerability made her shiver with a combination of lusty submission and genuine fear.

* * * *

Joshua stepped to Annika’s right, and Sven to her left. Joshua liked how the big Norwegian seemed to know instinctively where to move. It was like they had choreographed their moves. Or, and he smiled at this thought, they moved like a pack of hunting wolves. The predator in Joshua liked the imagery.

He looked at Annika as she breathed deeply, recovering from the heights of her wrenching climax. She was flushed, a faint sheen covering her exposed body. Her breasts trembled softly.

“I know what I want,” Joshua said quietly as he straddled Annika’s bound body with his legs.

He watched as Sven turned Annika’s face toward him then eased the plump, ruddy head of his cock between her lips. Annika put forward a little resistance, but it wasn’t much. Just enough so that she could tell herself she hadn’t simply given it up without a struggle. But Joshua knew she loved what they were doing to her. He could see it in the way her eyelashes batted against her flushed cheeks and in the soft, mewling sound she made in her throat when she drew a suction on the cock that filled her mouth.

When Sven began pumping his lips, Joshua had to turn his face away briefly. It was too erotic to watch that big, thick cock sliding slowly and sensually between Annika’s pink lips, her lovely face in profile, her features lewdly, salaciously distorted by what she was doing.

It took several seconds for Joshua to recover his self-discipline. When he was confident he had control of himself once again, he bent his knees enough so that his erection was nestled between Annika’s breasts. Reaching down, he forced her breasts together around his cock. When she moaned, he knew she approved what he was about to do.

“Such beautiful breasts,” Joshua said through teeth clenched in sexual tension. “Big and firm and beautiful.” He licked his fingertips then moistened the inner slopes of her breasts so that his cock would slide more smoothly through the tight valley. “Your breasts were meant to be made love to.” He pushed forward far enough so that the tip of his crown brushed the underside of her chin as she sucked on Sven’s cock. “Made love to, yes.” He chuckled lustily. “But also fucked. Tits like these were made for fucking.”

* * * *

Annika shivered as she listened to her lover’s coarse words. Coarse, to be sure, but every word he spoke made her clit tingle and sent fresh cream to a pussy that ached to be filled with the cock that was, at that moment, either sliding back and forth between her breasts, or filling her mouth.

When Sven pulled back so that only the tip of his cock was still between her lips, Annika used her tongue at the slit and received a salty drop of pre-cum for her efforts. Another tremble went through her. Though she didn’t particularly find the taste of Sven’s cum pleasant, what thrilled her was that it was a sign of his lust for her, and that was a thousand times more important to her than just something not quite “pleasant.”

The slow, measured thrust by Sven filled her mouth completely. He pressed the head of his cock against the opening of her throat then put a little more pressure behind it. Annika tried to take him deeper, but her body just wouldn’t let her. When her breath was expelled in a gush, Sven withdrew instantly. Obscenely, Annika opened her lips wide in silent invitation, her body having abandoned all efforts to pretend that she didn’t want this to happen. Sven thrust at her open mouth, and she moaned her appreciation, tightening her lips around the thick, pulsing shaft. A moment later, Sven withdrew completely then moved around Joshua to where she could no longer see him.

She looked up at Joshua as he slid his cock between her breasts. It was sexy to feel him taking her in that manner, Annika decided. He’d always shown a fascination for her breasts, complimenting her on their size and shape and firmness. It seemed only natural to her now that he should want to make love to them.

Is this how he wants to come? By fucking my tits? Does he want to come on my face? In my mouth?

The thoughts shocked Annika, and for a moment she closed her eyes. Annika suddenly felt insecure. There was so much about being in a
ménage à trois
love affair that she didn’t understand. All she was certain of was that she wanted to please her lovers in any way they wanted and that she was willing to do anything and everything to give them complete and total satisfaction.

Her thoughts were in disarray, but they became extremely focused a moment later when she felt the crown of Sven’s cock spreading the lips of her pussy.

“Oh, God!” she gasped as she felt delicate tissue stretching to accommodate Sven’s unyielding flesh. “Yesss!”

The invasion was slow, smooth, made easy with the amount of slick honey flowing to Annika’s cunt. From deep in her throat, a high-pitched sound of unbridled passion escaped her. She looked up at Joshua. His face showed the sexual strain of holding back. He pressed her breasts a little more tightly around his cock and shoved it toward her face. Impulsively, Annika tilted her face down, and when the crown was closest her mouth, she licked its tip.

“Vixen,” Joshua groaned, “you’re my addiction.” He thrust between her breasts again but this time didn’t until he pushed the head of his cock between her lips, filling her mouth. “Your mouth feels so fucking good!”

Annika felt consumed by the men as they went at her, Sven’s hips churning between her wide-spread thighs as he filled her pussy with his masculinity, and Joshua driving his cock between her breasts and into her mouth with rapidly escalating fury.

It wasn’t just having two handsome men giving their all to satisfy her, it was being bound and helpless, unable to do anything but be both the cause and the receptacle of their feral lust, that made the encounter electrifying.