Mating Rituals [Impulse 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

Kane grunted something unintelligible and then flashed a sexy smile. “Not a damned thing.”

Rochelle returned to clear their plates. “Was everything all right?” she asked.

“It was wonderful,” Aisha replied. “It’s a good thing I don’t live here all the time or I’d gain pounds on your cooking in no time flat. It’s impossible to resist.”

Rochelle smiled. “I’m glad you liked it. Are you ready for dessert yet?”

“Give us a moment,” Kane said in a strained voice.

Rochelle flashed a knowing look his way and withdrew. “You won’t be disturbed,” she said. “Shout when you need me.”

“Now then, Ms. Carlton,” Kane said the moment they were alone. “I believe in being fair, so you should know that you’ve just earned yourself a good spanking for taking matters into your own hands.”

She giggled. “This particular
matter
seems in urgent need of handling. I look upon it as a mission of mercy.”

“In that case you can finish what you started.”

She blinked back her surprise. “What, here?”

It was Kane’s turn to chuckle, and she thought that would be the end of it. She found out just how wrong she was when he unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans, and pushed them down his legs. He wasn’t wearing underwear and she now had full access to his most prized possession.

“You heard what Rochelle said.” Kane’s voice was curt and commanding. “We won’t be disturbed. Get on your knees.”

Kane spread his legs wide and pushed his chair back to make room for her.

“Do as Kane asks,” Tyrone said firmly when she hesitated.

“Yes, when we get back to the apartment.”

“Now and immediately,” Kane said. “Get your sweet lips wrapped around my cock and make me come for you, darlin’.”

They meant it. Kane actually expected her to give him head in the middle of a busy restaurant. True, they were in a quiet corner with dim lighting and the tables closest to them weren’t occupied, but even so, were they insane? Aisha weighed up her options, but it didn’t take her long to come to a decision. Since meeting these guys, something inside her had changed, and she rather liked the person she’d become. Insane or just plain horny, Aisha’s reckless desire to break the rules pushed caution from her head. She’d done the right things all her life and look where it had gotten her. Perhaps it was time to let go and simply have some fun.

Kane’s cock throbbed beneath her fingers and she urgently wanted to taste him. Wondering who this new carefree person was who’d occupied her body, Aisha slithered to her knees and, hidden from public view by the table, sucked the head of Kane’s penis firmly into her mouth.

She heard him inhale sharply as her tongue explored its enormous length. A thick vein ran the length of his cock and she sucked her way down its ridges as her fingers played with his heavy balls. One of his hands reached down and played with a breast, tweaking the nipple through her dress and bra so hard that sensation streaked straight through her. She wished now that she was naked. Nothing but his fingers in direct contact with her skin would be enough for her. Well, they’d implied that this game would continue when they got home, so she’d make damned sure she got what she wanted from them both then.

Aisha pushed his hand away so that she could squeeze his cock between her tits. He let out an elongated groan as the slinky material of her dress rubbed against it. It wasn’t enough—for him or for her. Gripped by a reckless disregard for convention, she pulled the stretchy fabric off both shoulders at once and pushed the top of her dress down to her waist. Her bra disappeared in a heartbeat. She screwed it into a ball and handed it to Kane.

“Seems our mate’s getting ideas.”

Kane’s voice resonated with a combination of amusement and desire. Spurred on by the approval she could detect in it, Aisha set to work on him. With her dress bunched around her waist and the vibrator throbbing inside her hot cunt, she pushed her naked tits together and trapped Kane’s cock between them. He groaned loud enough to disturb other diners. Aisha held it there, flicking her tongue across its head each time it peeked out, tasting the drop of salty pre-cum that leaked from it.

As she leaned farther forward to torment him at closer quarters she felt a hand—Tyrone’s presumably—reaching behind her to push the vibrator a little deeper. Frustratingly he didn’t up the speed. If she closed her legs together tightly it would be enough to make her come. And Aisha desperately needed to come. Her pulse was racing and blood flooded her veins like molten fire. The small area of her brain still functioning rationally recalled how much better the sensation had been when Tyrone had forced her to hold back that afternoon, which decided matters. She would put her own pleasure on the back burner.

For now.

Kane’s hand landed on the top of her head and forced her to suck him deeper. She didn’t think she’d be able to accommodate his entire length in her mouth. He was way too big for that. Somehow she managed it, kneading his balls harshly as she took him deeper and then a little deeper still, sucking, licking, and tormenting him with every trick Rick had taught her. After a series of increasingly desperate grunts, Kane lifted his hips to push himself deeper. If her mouth hadn’t been full, Aisha would have smiled because she was ridiculously pleased to have…well, to have earned his approval. And because he no longer seemed to be the master of control.

“She’s a fucking witch,” Kane complained. “That tongue of hers ought to be declared a lethal weapon.”

“Sounds like she needs to be punished,” Tyrone replied.

“For the rest of the night.”

“And right now, too.”

She released Kane’s cock, no longer quite so sure that she could take this without getting some relief herself. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so turned on by anything or when she’d last thought about her own needs before others’. Her only objective up until now had been to please Rick.

“Help me, Tyrone,” she said, her voice sounding strained and needy. “I’ll take any punishment you like later, but right now I really, really need to come.”

“What do you think?” Tyrone asked Kane in a conversational tone. “Shall we have mercy?”

“Actions have consequences, babe,” Kane said in a voice that made it sound as though he was having the time of his life. “We’ll make you come now, but you’ll have to pay for asking later.”

“Anything.” She felt ready to cry with frustration. “Please!”

“Okay, darlin’,” Tyrone said. “Carry on helping Kane out and I’ll see what I can do for you.”

She felt Tyrone’s hands pulling her dress above her waist and once again her panties finished up around her knees. She opened her legs to give Tyrone easier access to her cunt and sucked Kane back into her mouth. Tyrone’s hand landed hard on her ass, causing her to jerk forward and almost bite Kane’s prick in half.

“Take the pain, sweetheart,” Tyrone said smoothly, “and wait for it to turn to pleasure. Can you do that for me?”

She couldn’t speak with her mouth full but nodded vigorously, even though Tyrone couldn’t see that gesture either.

“Yeah, I knew you could. Do you feel that tingling? It’s spreading from your ass straight to your pussy. Ain’t that right?”

She sucked harder and nodded emphatically.

“You want me to spank you again?” She clawed at Tyrone’s leg with one hand. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Get ready, sweet thing. Here it comes.”

His hand landed harder this time and Aisha’s head swam with a combination of the pleasure and pain that zinged through her.

“More? You want more of that?”

Kane’s cock was now halfway down her throat, his hips were moving in time with her sucking motions, and his breathing was fast and ragged. She wiggled her butt to indicate she wanted as much as Tyrone was willing to dish out.

“When we get you home we’ll be spanking you with more than just our hands, darlin’. I reckon you’ll enjoy being tied up and flogged. How does that sound?”

She made the only noise she could, which was a cross being a choke and a gag. Tyrone laughed.

“We’ve got a live one here, buddy.”

“And she gives head like a fucking god,” he said, sounding like he was in agony, which was probably true because Aisha sensed that he was deliberately holding back his orgasm. “Keep doing that, darlin’, I’m close.”

“Then I guess you’d better come together.”

Tyrone turned the vibrator up to maximum speed. It jumped inside her cunt and her reaction went off the scale. At the same time he flicked his thumb across her throbbing clit, which was all it took. She opened her mouth wide to scream as her body went into spasms. Then she closed it down tight around Kane’s cock and sucked as hard as she could.

“Shit, here it comes!”

An endless stream of cum spurted into the back of her throat. Aisha could barely swallow fast enough to keep up with it. And all the time her orgasm continued to consume her. It was like nothing she’d ever imagined, even in her wildest fantasies. Her limbs trembled, perspiration peppered her brow, and every nerve ending in her body sang with pleasure. It was so intense, so all consuming, that she didn’t think her body could withstand it.

As the thought filtered through her brain the sensation started to fade, and, perversely, she resented the fact that it was leaving her. Tyrone turned the vibrator almost but not quite off and pulled her panties back up. She adjusted her dress, Kane helped her back to her seat, and she wiped her mouth on her napkin. He kissed her deep and then refastened his jeans. The moment their lips parted, Rochelle appeared with plates of delicious-looking desserts, as though she’d been summoned, although no one had actually spoken.

“You look happy,” she said, flashing an amused glance at Kane. Aisha hoped she wasn’t blushing and that her hair didn’t look too wild. “Hope you like whipped cream, Aisha.”

“She likes,” Kane and Tyrone said together.

“Just imagine the fun we could have had with all this cream.” Kane flashed a wicked grin at the siren who’d just given him what Tyrone guessed had been the blow job to end all blow jobs. “I could have smeared it all over my cock and you could have licked it off with that evil tongue of yours.”

Tyrone laughed. “She’d have done it, too.”

Aisha looked up from her plate and grinned. “Only to be polite,” she said in a pious tone that belied the mischief radiating from her sparkling eyes.

Tyrone was totally lost. How the fuck they were supposed to take her back home and not actually fuck her was beyond him.

“We can do it.”

As always Kane knew what he was thinking.

“I have serious doubts,”
Tyrone pheromoned back.

Aisha finished her meringue, pushed her empty plate aside, and patted her flat abdomen.

“That was orgasmic,” she said, sighing deeply.

“Again?” Kane and Tyrone asked together.

“A different sort of orgasm,” she said loftily. “I wouldn’t expect any man to understand a woman’s complex relationship with chocolate and cream.”

“You’re giving me ideas, darlin’,” Tyrone said, waggling his brows.

“I haven’t noticed you ever being short of them,” Aisha replied.

“Ah, well, you have me there.”

“Come on, it’s getting late.” Kane stood up. “Let’s get back on home.”

“Er…what about—”

“It stays where it is,” Tyrone said. “We already told you that.”

“But I can’t walk with it inside me,” she hissed, aware of other diners looking up at them when they made preparations to leave. “It might slip out. How embarrassing would that be?”

“Close the walls of your sweet pussy around it, darlin’, and walk slowly. It’ll be fine.” Tyrone took her arm, leaned in close, and inhaled the heady scent that so defined her. “Go on, admit it, it makes you feel as sexy as hell.”

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Well, just a bit, but I can’t waddle like a duck. People will wonder what’s wrong with me.”

Both men laughed as they took an arm each and guided her from the restaurant. “Take a moment to look how some of the other women move,” Kane advised.

“What is it about this place?”

“Trust me, honey,” Tyrone said, “you wouldn’t believe us if we told you.”

They offered compliments and thanks to Rochelle and eased their way into the crowded bar. Aisha waved to a few people, but Tyrone was in no mood to linger and kept her moving. The sight of her unfettered tits through the fabric of that dress was driving him crazy.

Rafe stopped them just as they reached the door.

“Tomorrow afternoon,” he said quietly to Tyrone.

“She’s agreed to come?”

Kane shot him a look, presumably because he could hear the surprise in Tyrone’s pheromone. They both knew the instinct for Impulse’s shifters to obey commands from their leader even when they no longer lived in the colony was compelling. They just hadn’t realized just
how
compelling.

“Of course,”
Rafe pheromoned back.

“
The kids?”

“
Sorry, not this time.”