Opulent Match [Ménage.com 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

Brody didn’t answer and instead climbed onto the bed. Her juices were spilling onto her fingers and Brody used his tongue to lap it up. His teeth bit into her knuckles and she pulled her fingers out, giving him access to what he wanted. Licking his way up her folds, his mouth latched onto her clit. Her back involuntarily arched and she reached for his head. The stubble on his head was obviously too short for her to grab onto, so she let go and twisted her hands into the sheets.

“How about you hold on to something else,” Cooper whispered in her ear.

Cyn opened her eyes to see Cooper beside her, sitting up against the headboard. Reaching over, she grabbed ahold of his cock, using his pre-cum as lubricant. Sliding her palm down his shaft, he felt like the nickname he had given her. Actually, he felt softer than silk and she tightened her hand to get a better grip. His cock was as hard as steel, and as long as she remembered. He had a slight curve, which was perfect by her, since it hit her G-spot every time. She looked forward to that feeling again.

“Is Brody making you feel good, Silk?”

“Ummm,” Cyn answered, because she couldn’t form any words.

“Then let him make you come. We’ve missed those wild screams of yours,” Cooper said, reminding her that she tended to be a little loud during her release.

Brody pulled her clit in between his teeth and started to rub his tongue repeatedly over the little nub. Without any warning, her body exploded and Cyn screamed. The muscles in her thighs trembled and her toes curled. She tightened her hand on Cooper’s cock and rode out the waves. By the time Brody wrangled the last contraction out of her pussy, Cyn was a wet noodle. The only thing that kept her going was the need to taste the pre-cum that now coated her fingers. Cooper had a slightly different taste than Brody, but just as exotic—it was delicious.

“That’s our girl,” Brody said, urging her to get to her knees.

She situated herself between Cooper’s legs, taking his cock into her mouth, but not before having licked her fingers clean. He was long, so she was only able to get him halfway in before he hit the back of her throat. She loved pleasuring him. Sucking gently, Cyn made her way back up, using her tongue to smooth her saliva over his tip. Once he was lubricated, she pulled in her cheeks and drew him back in.

Cyn heard something tear and then felt Brody situate himself behind her. He didn’t need to tell her what he wanted. She lifted her ass in the air, giving him full access to her pussy, all the while not letting go of Cooper’s cock. She brought her hand underneath to fondle his sac, loving the weight of his balls. Manipulating them, she gently squeezed while increasing the pressure of her mouth.

“That’s right, Silk. Suck me hard.”

Cyn looked up, seeing his muscles move underneath his tattoo. She hadn’t been surprised to see that it was the marine corps symbol of the EGA. The eagle, globe, and anchor fit perfectly on his chest and shoulder, with the wings spread out so that one was in the direction of his neck and the other travelled down to his bicep. It was sexy as hell.

Brody’s cock was now at her entrance. He had placed his hand on her back, helping her arch a little more. He was broader than Cooper and she knew she would feel the burn when he entered her. His thick shaft slowly worked its way in, stretching her pussy until she thought she could come just from that sensation alone. Inch by inch, he fed her his cock until their skin was flush. She felt full, but needed more. She rotated her hips, hoping he got the idea that she wanted him to start thrusting.

“Let me get used to you, Cyn.” Brody placed both hands on her hips to keep her from moving. “You feel like heaven.”

“She’s our angel, that’s why,” Cooper said.

Cooper pulled her head down, but kept her hair out of her face. She knew he had always liked to watch her as she gave him head, and it was nice to see that he hadn’t changed. It aroused her that he liked to watch as she took him in her mouth and pleasured him. She pulled him to the back of her throat, forcing herself to relax her muscles. Her intent had been to slowly deep throat his cock, but Brody chose that moment to pull out of her and slam back in. Cooper’s cock went deeper than she had planned and the only way to keep herself from gagging was to swallow.

Cooper shouted, tightening his hold of her hair. The light sting sent zings of pleasure through her body, as well as the taste of Cooper’s cum on her tongue. She kept consuming his seed, savoring his taste, satisfied that she had pleased him. By the time he was semi-hard, Cyn had sucked every last drop from his cock.

Resting her head against Cooper’s abdomen, Cyn spread her knees a little wider, loving how Brody’s dick was sliding in and out of her pussy. He wasn’t going too fast or too slow, but just the perfect speed. When Cooper reached down, she felt his fingers pinch her nipples. Hissing, she enjoyed that the bite of pain only increased her pleasure. He pulled them down, stretching them until she had to grab ahold of his wrists. Cooper didn’t let go, but rather started to roll them in between the pads of his fingers.

Cyn had gotten so used to coming on her own, with only stimulating her clitoris, that her body was elated for something diverse. Her pussy started to clinch in spasms, trying to reach that superior place. Brody kept up the unrelenting pace, his fingers digging into her hips. Letting her body drift, Cyn reached that pinnacle.

“Ahhhh,” Cyn screamed, burying her face in Cooper’s abdomen while she tried to control the spasms that had taken control of her lower half.

Brody increased his pace, prolonging her orgasm. By the time she felt him stiffen behind her, Cyn’s throat felt hoarse. The base of his cock grew and then started to pulse inside of her. A part of her wished that he didn’t have a condom on, so that she could feel the warmth of his seed. She knew that wasn’t wise, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to know what it felt like.

Brody gently pulled out of her and lay down beside Cooper, pulling her in between them. Cyn pulled one leg up over Cooper’s, loving the way Brody snuggled in behind her. She knew that he would have to get up soon and dispose of his condom, but she relished their embrace. She just hoped they didn’t ruin it by talking. Wanting her body to have a chance to enjoy what it had been given, Cyn pushed aside all thought. Hell, she had lost reason a while ago.

“Silk—”

“Not one word, Cooper,” Cyn murmured against his chest. Reaching behind her, she grabbed Brody’s arm and pulled it around her waist. He was smart and kept his mouth shut. At least one of them had brains. She was worse than Cooper, though, and now had to figure out a way to get out of this with her heart intact. First, she needed to sleep. Closing her eyes, Cyn let their warmth surround her.

Cyn heard a phone ringing and tried to roll over. Something warm and solid stopped her. Opening one eye, she found the room dim and an arm around her waist. Cyn suppressed a groan as she slammed that one eyelid shut. How the hell did she get herself into these messes?

“That wasn’t the agreement.”

Both eyes popped open as she heard Cooper talking to someone in a low voice. He was angry. She could make out his body just enough to know that he was pulling on his jeans while holding his cell phone by his shoulder. Behind her, Brody’s body tensed, making her realize something truly was wrong.

“We said we wanted your buyer at the meeting and you agreed.” He was too far away for her to hear the voice on the other end. Cooper grabbed his shirt up off of the floor and proceeded toward the door. “If you can’t make that happen, then the deal is off.”

Cooper left the room before she heard any more of the conversation. Sitting up, Cyn turned toward Brody. There was no pretending she hadn’t heard, so she might as well ask what was going on.

“What was that about?”

“Business,” Brody answered, sitting up and rubbing his head. There was that telltale sign of when he was frustrated or worried. “Do you want to take a shower? I’ll go downstairs and see about what to make us for dinner.”

“No, I don’t want to take a shower,” Cyn snapped. “I want to know what is going on. First, you lie to me about the reason you missed Thanksgiving dinner and now you are blowing off that phone call. It sounded serious, Brody.”

“Cyn, it’s regarding business.” Brody got out of bed and started to walk across the hardwood floor toward the bathroom. “Now, if you want to talk about the fact that you kissed Cooper and what it has led to, I’m more than open to discuss it. Or, you can join me in the shower. But those are your two choices.”

Cyn squinted her eyes in irritation as Brody walked into the bathroom. She heard him pull the shower door open and start the water. If he thought that was going to be the end of the discussion that she wanted to have, he was sorely mistaken. Hopping off the bed, she reached for her red thong. Sliding her legs into it, she pulled them up and situated the strip of fabric in between her crevice.

As she stepped into her red leather skirt, Cyn remembered what she had been thinking about before she had fallen asleep. She had been contemplating going along with this thing between them, at least sexually. Her body had forgotten how good it felt to be touched just right and now that it had, she wanted more. What was the harm in having a sexual relationship with them? She would just make sure she protected her heart and all would be good. But having them lying to her wasn’t exactly how she pictured this thing starting out.

Zipping up the skirt, Cyn stood with her hands on her hips. Maybe they were having financial difficulty with the store. Was that why they were delaying the opening until the beginning of the year? Did a sexual relationship warrant knowing things about their professional life? Cyn leaned down and snatched her black sweater off of the floor. Yes, she decided, it did. She couldn’t rationalize that answer right now, but she would come up with a logical reason later. Right now, she wanted to know what was going on and if Brody wouldn’t tell her, then she’d get it out of Cooper. Picking up her shoes, she carried them by their straps and headed for the door.

* * * *

Cooper was leaning on the sink, both hands on the counter with his head bent, when he heard her footsteps from down the hall. He could pretty much guarantee that Brody hadn’t told her one thing about their consulting assignment with the ATF, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t cave under her questioning. He hated lying to her, but he also knew that it was for her safety. He took a deep breath and stiffened his resolve to make sure she stayed safe.

“Cooper, do you need money?”

That was the last question that would have come to mind, and it got him to turn around faster than he would have thought. Answering her flew right out the window when he saw her standing in the doorway. Her long black hair was tousled from their earlier lovemaking. Her brown eyes were wide with worry and anger, presumably about being kept in the dark. He knew that she wasn’t one who liked to be sheltered, but that was how it had to be for now. She licked her lips, drawing his eyes down to see that they were red and puffy. Would she still taste like him if he kissed her? Her stilettos dangled from her hand, while the other rested at her waist, showing a little bit of that spunky attitude that he loved.

Shaking his head, Cooper slowly walked toward her. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about the phone call with Jones. Cyn opened her mouth to pose the question again, but Cooper couldn’t wait any longer. Swooping in, he pulled her to him and claimed those swollen lips. His taste was no longer there, but her constant sweet nectar spilled over his taste buds. He heard her high heels hit the floor and then felt her hands climbing up his chest, cinching around his neck.

“I need you,” Cooper whispered against her mouth. Hoping she heard the desperation in his voice and wouldn’t stop him from having her, Cooper swung her up and deposited her on the kitchen table. “Fast and hard.”

“Yes,” Cyn agreed, “fast and hard.”

He pulled her sweater over her head, appreciating that she hadn’t put on her bra. Her breasts spilled free from the material and he leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. Drawing it in, he suckled on the little pebble. Her nails dug into his neck and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Reaching in between them, he unbuttoned his jeans and slipped down the zipper. Pulling them down just enough to release his cock, Cooper used his other hand to pull aside her thong. In one thrust, he was inside of her.

“Fuck me,” Cyn cried out, digging her heels into his ass.

“With pleasure,” Cooper said against her breast. Not releasing her nipple, Cooper starting driving his cock deep inside of her. Her heat surrounded him while the spasms of her pussy tried to milk his cock. It hit him that he hadn’t used a condom. “Shit, Cyn, we aren’t protected.”

“Just pull out when you come,” Cyn whispered. Throwing her head back, she said, “Don’t you dare stop now.”

Cooper grunted and drove into her again. Latching onto her nipple, he used his teeth to clamp down. When she went to move, he didn’t let up the pressure. Knowing how much she liked to have a bite of pain with her pleasure, Cooper bit a little bit harder. Cyn screamed. Her pussy muscles closed in on him, creating a pressure so intense, he exploded. Pulling out, the first stream of cum landed on her stomach.

“Fuck,” Cooper yelled out when he felt Cyn take his cock in her hand. She finished the job, holding him in her fist and pumping until there was nothing left. Breathing hard, he rested his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry. I should have realized—”