Edwards, Willa - Midnight Mirage (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

His hands threaded through her hair, using a slight pressure to direct her movement upon him, showing her the rhythm he enjoyed. She wrapped her hands around him, clutching his hard ass, using her grip to move up and down along his length until he groaned.

“Baby, that’s amazing.”

“I told you.” Gabe winked from between her legs before returning to her pussy to eat her up with such determination she erupted into a full-body shiver.

Lincoln chuckled as she paused midway down his cock, concentrating on breathing as Gabe hit a particularly sensitive spot.

“She’s so responsive,” Lincoln groaned as he tweaked a nipple, gasping when she stabbed her nails into the muscle of his ass in retaliation.

Outside the crowd started to scream, calling out the number ten as the countdown to the New Year started. Above her Lincoln smirked, his devious thoughts outlined in his eyes.

“Think you can make her come before the New Year, Gabe?” Lincoln’s rough voice was shaky and strained. She could almost hear the threads of his control breaking in his tone. Mallory chest swelled in triumph at the sound, her pussy clenching. Gabe shifted back, his warm breath gusting along her slick cunt. His gaze met Lincoln’s with a smile. Mallory’s temperature flared as his eyes dropped back to her warm, naked body. “Definitely.”

His fingers slid along her sweat-covered thighs, holding her open and helpless to his assault. “How about you, love? Can you make my mate come before midnight?”

Lincoln stroked her cheeks, staring down at her with fiery midnight eyes. His hips thrust forward plunging into her mouth, helping her take him deeper. “Up for the challenge, baby?”

Mallory’s gaze skated back and forth between her two men. She wanted to make them both come. To drive them both as mindless with pleasure as they had her. But she’d start with one.

She nodded around the rock-hard cock in her mouth as she sucked harder in challenge.

“Six,” the crowd chanted outside the bus as Mallory swirled her tongue around the tip of Lincoln’s dick. Gabe’s tongue plunged inside her, deep and forceful, pounding out a dizzying rhythm.

“Five.”

Mallory increased her rhythm, moving faster up and down Lincoln’s shaft, circling her lips tighter to increase the friction against his cock. She scraped her teeth along the sensitive underside as his fingers tightened in her hair. Sweat gathered along Lincoln’s upper lip and chest. If her tongue hadn’t already been on him, she’d be lapping up that salty perspiration, along with his unique masculine taste.

“Four.”

Gabe’s tongue circled her pussy in quick, tight movements before withdrawing entirely as Mallory groaned in dismay. He blew a long, hot breeze along her slick, moist flesh, watching as her muscles contracted beneath the teasing brush. Mallory buck her hips beneath his grip, desperate for more contact. Had he given up on his goal? Was he intending to let her win? Yet before Mallory could complete the thought, his mouth latched onto her clit, sucking so deep and hard she would have screamed if not for the cock jammed down her throat.

“Three.”

Mallory circled her fingers around Lincoln’s balls, fondling his sac lightly. He grunted. His eyes slammed shut. His jaw clenched as he fought giving into the sensation. She tugged lightly on the globes, and he was lost. He fisted his fingers in her hair, slamming his cock deep into her throat, and then released. His thick cum washed down her throat. She swallowed deeply, desperate to drink him in as much as air.

The chants continued outside as Lincoln pulled his cock free of her mouth. He slumped to the ground beside her, like a balloon on January third, and buried his face in her hair. His warm breath tickled her nape as his rough breathing slowed to a normal beat.

“One.”

Mallory screamed as Gabe’s teeth scored her clit. Her legs shook beneath his tight grip. If it hadn’t been for his palms pressing her thighs to the ground, they would have been wrapped around his neck, pulling him down and keeping Gabe right where she wanted him. Instead he smiled up at her, holding all the control, and reveling in it.

Bright starbursts covered her vision. Her back bowed as the explosion inside her raged, fiery and consuming. She felt everything around her and nothing at the same time. Every sensation rolled together into one blissful movement.

She was only vaguely aware of Gabe releasing her legs and easing up from her thighs. The cheers for the New Year howled outside in one incoherent noise, masking the rip of the foil wrapper and the slip of the condom down Gabe’s cock.

Her pussy opened easily for him, slick and swollen. The muscles in her stomach and cunt continued to spasm as Gabe slowly pushed inside her body, increasing the intensity and duration of her orgasm with his furious rhythm. Her body felt boneless, her muscles a mass of heavenly quivers and ecstasy-inducing spasms. Her ass and shoulders burned from rubbing back and forth across the rough carpet, but she felt none of the friction, her body overwhelmed with sensation. She cried out, wrapping her legs around him without thought, losing herself to pleasure.

As the last crest and convulsion of her orgasm receded, Gabe screamed above her, blocking out the sax’s deep rendition of “Auld Lang Syne.” His body stiffened against hers. His cock jerked inside of her as he came, until he tumbled down to her chest. Mallory wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her limp, depleted form.

If she’d had the energy, she would have caressed him all over again, as she cemented every sensation to memory, but the complete exhaustion that swept over her made such movement impossible. Her muscles burned sweetly, her shoulders absent of weight, as her problems drifting away on a sea of pleasure.

She’d never felt like this after sex, or during it, for that matter. She wanted to remember the complete contentment of the moment, to save it forever for when these men were gone, traveling the road and picking up more girls to bestow this pleasure on. And she was once again alone.

Mallory took three deep breaths, a sudden giant weight the size of the Times Square ball sitting on her chest. The realities of tomorrow flooded her mind and overpowered her emotions. She had no right to be upset, to demand more, no matter how much she wanted it.

As Mallory’s breath slowly calmed, Lincoln rolled closer, picking up his head from her neck to place a chaste kiss on her lips. “Happy New Year, baby,” he whispered on a sigh as he fell back to the rough carpeted floor.

A second later Gabe rose up, placing a kiss on her lips, sharing with her the musky taste of her arousal and his own salty, sweet sweat. “Happy New Year, love,” he whispered before ducking back down to her chest.

“Happy New Year,” she responded to the room in total disbelief.

In the now-quiet room, Mallory couldn’t remember exactly how she’d ended up here, surrounded by two hard male bodies, with two midnight kisses, wishing she could stay this way forever. The stiff carpet prickled beneath her back. A chill bit at her nipples, nose, and toes as their bodies cooled. Yet it was all insignificant to the warm, comforting affection she felt in these men’s arms.

She had to agree with her gorgeous rock stars. The screams of pleasure still chiming in her ears were by far the best way to ring in the New Year.

Chapter Six

Gabe smiled down at the woman sandwiched between him and his best friend. Her lips were soft and open in deep, sleeping breaths, her breasts rising and falling beneath the rich emerald sheets. Her warm body molded into his, soft curves pressing into all the right places. The idea of getting out of this bed, even for a minute, to get the feast of stuffed mushrooms, chocolate truffles, and goat cheese pizza they’d ordered for her was as fleeting and ridiculous as the novelty glasses and hats the crowd wore in the streets outside.

Sometime after all their sexual escapades, they’d managed to wander to the back of the bus, and onto the smooth, king-sized bed residing in the bedroom, unable to stop touching or tasting as they walked the few feet. But it hadn’t been long before Mallory had fallen asleep, completely exhausted, in their arms, where she still lay.

“So what do think of our girl?” Lincoln whispered to him across the bed.

Gabe looked up at him surprised, unaware his friend was awake. “Well worth the wait.” He smiled, curving his hand around her breast, surprised even in sleep her nipple responded.

“I’m glad you agree.” Lincoln smirked. He was always impossible when he was right, and he’d certainly played this like a dream. “Now there’s just the issue of telling her our plan.”

Gabe nodded, smoothing his hand down her soft stomach. They still hadn’t told her their plan for the future. If they didn’t perform this explanation with the same finesse they had used to seduce, they might lose her. Amazingly, after one night of having her in their bed, Gabe wasn’t willing to go without her. Failure was not an option. They had to make this beauty theirs, for good.

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“Why are they chanting?” Mallory’s voice croaked, coated in sleep. She could feel the eyes of both her men upon her, slowly awaking to their whispered words above.

Beside her Lincoln chuckled, skimming the wisps of hair back from her face and curling the long strands behind her ear. “It’s New Year’s,” he whispered. His warm breath wafted across the sensitive skin of her throat, every nerve in her body shivering with the touch.

Her lips curled in a wicked smile. Mallory squinted her eyes closed, feigning sleep as two sets of hands explored her body beneath the sheets. “If it’s New Year’s, what was that other countdown for?”

Behind her Gabe laughed. His hand skimmed across her backside and pinched her ass. “It’s New Year’s in L.A., you little minx.”

Mallory squealed at the pinch, not hard enough to hurt. She wiggled away from Gabe’s grip, enjoying the intimate, playful squeeze almost as much as rubbing against these two men.

Lincoln wrapped his arms around her, calming her movements. He leaned over her, whispering with a sensual roughness that created a shudder up and down her body. “Want to play the same game?”

Her skin heated hotter than a sparkler. Her body remembered how both Lincoln and Gabe had worked so hard to bring her to orgasm, for a second time, to the chanting voices outside ushering in the New Year.

“Not enough time,” she whispered, half hopeful they’d ignore her denial.

“I don’t know about you, Linc, but that sounds like a challenge to me.”

She could hear the smile in Gabe’s voice, but when she opened her eyes a slit, all she saw was Lincoln’s intense stare, his dark head dropping in an agreeing nod.

“I’m sleeping.” Mallory slammed her eyes shut again, pretending to fall back asleep, though sleep was the last thing on her mind.

“Then we’ll just have to wake you up.” Lincoln’s voice was husky with desire. His fingers smoothed along her neck, traced her collarbone, and explored farther. Her entire body sizzled liked she’d been covered from head to toe in champagne.

Mallory’s eyes fluttered open on a moan, the sensation of her nipples being fondled, and pinched rousing her awake faster than a cheer in the dead of night. This was definitely the way to wake up. Her body shifted, pushing into their caresses, demanding more.

Mallory didn’t allow herself to think that this might be the last time she woke up this way. There was no point in focusing on the future when the present looked so good.

“Your nipples seem to have woken up.”

Gabe’s elegant accent dotted each word, the sound alone enough to make her wet all over again. She looked up to meet his warm honey eyes. A cocky, crooked grin, exemplifying his leading rock star persona, covered his face. His hand stroked her breast, twisting the very tip between his talented fingers.

Gabe’s warm body circled her left side. The hard muscles of his stomach and chest pressed up against her own flush form. His knee pushed between hers, opening her to the cool air, the soft breeze brushing across her tender, damp cunt. She rolled her head on the fluffy down pillow toward the heat and touch of Lincoln, on her other side. His hand gripped her closest inner thigh, massaging with deep, penetrating fingers, his hold moving in tandem with Gabe’s touch.

She’d imagined being with two men occasionally, never with any real intention of fulfilling the fantasy. She was sure many other women did the same. Now that she had, Mallory knew all those other women were dead wrong. She’d been wrong. There was no way anyone could imagine the intoxicating sensation of having two men at once. Even the differing movements of these two men’s hands running over her body was so erotic and overwhelming, she thought it might be possible for her to come by the sensation alone.

But it was more than just sensations. More than hands and tongues and cocks. The most addictive part was the look in Lincoln and Gabe’s eyes. Her heart skipped a beat at the emotion that radiated from their gaze, as if she were the center of their world, the most beautiful woman in the world. She’d give anything to make it last, to keep this feeling, but she knew it would come to an end. All good things do.

Gabe leaned over, pinching her nipple hard as he whispered into her ear, “Ready for more?”

She moaned, both from the sensation and words whispered into her ear, thrusting her chest forward for more. Gabe groaned with her, gripping her tighter, while Lincoln’s fingers smoothed along her thigh, racing up to graze her pussy. Only the tease of a caress. Gabe lifted his head to meet his friend’s gaze over her naked, flushed body. Her breath desperate and panting as the two men smiled in unison. Their appreciation vibrated through the air, as if her cries were a new hit song they’d never heard before.