The Sextet Presents... Bound by Voodoo [Legends] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (11 page)

Miles broke their connection to nip her earlobe. “Come all over Win’s face so I can lick it off.”

His naughty words sparked another contraction, and she squeezed her thighs together to hold Winston in place. Why had she ever thought sex with one man could satisfy her?

Giving her nipple a light pinch, Barrett climbed off the couch and tossed a throw pillow on the floor. He stretched out on his back with his erection standing up for her. “Ready to play cowgirl, Rory?”

Caught between the overwhelming need to have a cock inside her and wanting Winston to keep licking and sucking her clitoris, she let her dirty mind lead her. If she mounted Barrett, she’d finally experience a real cock in her ass when Miles joined them—
and
she’d get to taste the interesting lump she often noticed in Winston’s pants. Besides, with her pussy juices streaming along the crease of her butt cheeks, she was plenty lubed for a rear entry.

Turning to give Miles’s ear a gentle bite, she rotated her hips for a last trip over the tongue still exploring her cunt. “How about I get acquainted with the Leaning Tower of Penis while you clean the mess from Winston’s face?”

Barrett laughed. “A pet name for my dick. I think I like it.”

Miles helped her to her feet when Winston eased away, and she took a few seconds to gain her balance before walking to the center of the room to stand over Barrett. His erection bobbed as she stepped over his waist to straddle him.

He reached up, linking his fingers with hers. “You’re sure you want all three of us at the same time?”

“I’m very sure.” Her heart pitter-pattered at his consideration that she might’ve changed her mind. She knelt over him and leaned down to press a kiss to his well-muscled chest.

“Shit! Condoms. We’re all clean, but disease isn’t the only consequence of unprotected sex.”

“I’m on birth control, and I got tested after the last loser I dated.” Dragging her nipples across the light dusting of hair across his pecs, she lowered herself onto the length of his cock an inch at a time. Damn, she’d gone too long without a real man. “You feel
so
good.”

He filled her, and rocking his hips upward, he stroked her inner walls. “Mm-mm. No barriers. We’re going to make you feel even better. Miles, you ready?”

A glance to the side told her Miles was raring to go. He’d speed stripped while she was busy with Barrett, and a thick dick jutted out from low-hanging balls. She raised an eyebrow at him. “He looks ready to me.”

Miles pumped his shaft twice in his fist. “I’ve never made love to a woman’s ass. You’ll tell me if you want me to slow down or stop? I don’t want to hurt you.”

How could she have gotten lucky enough to have three lovers concerned for her wants and needs when she’d gone years without even
one
considerate man? “You know I’d tell you if I didn’t like anything you did. And I can promise you I’ll enjoy everything you do to me. Don’t you remember I said I love having my ass fucked? Winston’s going to find out how much I love sucking cock.”

Building mate number three shed his jeans with a grin. “Hopefully as much as I love eating your sweet pussy.”

“Do you like blowing Miles and Barrett?” Months of curiosity and the night’s total lack of pretense allowed her to ask the question out loud.

“Oh yeah. Having my bare butt whipped is a huge turn-on, too. You don’t happen to have your flogger handy, do you?”

She’d found the perfect men—open-minded and into the activities she taught her clients to use to spice up their sex lives. “It’s in my office. I’ll have to go get it later.”

He sauntered over to kneel at Barrett’s head as Miles settled in behind her. Pre-cum oozed from the top of Winston’s long, lean erection, begging her to taste it. He ran his thumb along the slit and then held the drop of nectar to her lips. His pleased smirk suggested he knew exactly what she’d been thinking.

Licking his thumb, she savored the salty flavor. “Yummy. Move closer. I want your lollicock.”

With a grin, he lowered his balls to Winston’s chin, his dick even with her mouth. “Do I get a two-for-one?”

Rather than answer, Barrett laved the clean-shaven sac.

Rory ignored Winston’s question as well, closing her mouth over his slick crown as Miles rubbed the head of his erection between her ass cheeks. When it bumped past her anxious hole, she groaned and arched toward him, hoping he’d take the hint.

His palm followed the curve of her hip, and she fought the urge to back up until he entered her.

I’ve waited a long time for loving like this. A few more seconds won’t kill me.

Barrett rocked upward again, finding her G-spot.

Well, maybe.

Sudden pressure against her anus stole the last of her patience. She drove herself backward, and Miles’s impressive girth breeched the outer ring of muscles and glided deeper in a smooth motion. He lined up next to Barrett, filling the void inside her.

Her trio of lovers began to move in unison. The synchronicity seemed choreographed in its precision, as if they’d been created just for her. Miles and Barrett pumped into her in a steady rhythm, massaging every erogenous zone inside her. Winston matched their tempo, his cock swelling against her tongue and lips with each forward pulse. Even their moans blended to make an erotic symphony.

She closed her eyes and drowned in the amazing joy they gave her, quick contractions in her center becoming drawn-out tidal waves of pure ecstasy. Surrounded by her men, she let the tide carry her higher.

Heat exploded through her body, and she jumped off the edge as hot cum shot into her throat, her ass, and her pussy. A chorus of throaty yells masked her muffled cries, but the sound of her men experiencing the same rapture was music to her ears.

Now she was complete.

Collapsed in tangle of arms and legs on the floor, Rory poked at Winston’s rippled stomach when it growled in her ear. Her finger bounced off his hard abs. “You make a noisy pillow.”

He combed his fingers through her hair and chuckled. “I kind of got distracted from supper. Not that I’m complaining.”

Fingers smoothed up her calf—probably Miles since Barrett lay stretched out flat on his back beside her, his closest hand still linked with hers. “Rory, would you like your food reheated? I can pop it in the microwave after I go clean up.”

She levered up on her elbow to smile at Miles. “I’m sure it’s fine. Hurry back.”

Dragging his fingertips down her ankle, he pushed to his feet and walked toward the guest bathroom. His fabulous glutes flexed with every step.

Winston hummed as he stood. “He has a great butt, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah. So do you and Barrett.” Swallowing a contented yawn, she rolled over to press her lips to Barrett’s defined bicep. “Do you suppose the DVD player will work now? I’m in the mood to sit with my business partners and watch
The Mummy
marathon.”

A hint of a blush crept up his neck, confirming her suspicions about their intention to seduce her by faking problems with her electronics.

With an exaggerated cough, Winston bent to study the TV hookups. “Hm. I sort of recall accidentally knocking a cable loose earlier. I could make sure I reconnected it correctly.”

Rory couldn’t hold in a giggle. “
Accidentally
?”

Footsteps had her glancing toward the hall to the guest bath. Miles shook his head as he reentered the living room. “You two are terrible at pulling off a conspiracy.”

Pushing to her feet, she patted Winston’s cheek and gave him a quick peck on the mouth. “But it was a truly inspired conspiracy. I’ll be back in a minute.”

On her way to the bedroom, she kissed Miles on the cheek. The warmth in his gaze told her he wasn’t bothered by her discovery of their plan, and the look sent her heart into palpitations. She’d seen enough lust in her sex therapy sessions to know these men felt at least that much for her.

In her bathroom, she closed the door and retrieved a washcloth from the drawer to wash off the trickle of semen dribbling along her inner thighs. Although she was by no means sore from Miles’s and Barrett’s double penetration, a pleasurable ache radiated through her hips to remind her of the most enjoyable sexual experience of her life.

Her washing done, she splashed cool water on her face to chase away the postcoital drowsiness. She wasn’t wasting a minute on sleep after finally realizing her dream.

Drying the water from her eyes and chin, she hung the towel on the rack. A flash of white against the honey-oak stain of the front of the cabinet caught her attention, and she frowned at the electric cord hanging out the top of her toy stash. She hadn’t done a pubic trim that day, only resorting to her favorite vibrator. How had the cord gotten outside the drawer?

Her neatness gene forced her to open the drawer to tuck the cord back inside, but the sight of her voodoo dolls froze her in place. The four effigies were positioned identically to how she’d had sex with Winston, Barrett, and Miles. She’d tossed her likeness on top of her toys that afternoon. How could they have arranged themselves with her in the middle?

Another detail jumped out at her. The cord she always coiled when she put away her trimmer was a wild mess, and several curly reddish-brown hairs were sticking out from the blade assembly.

The guys were in my stuff.

* * * *

Donning his boxers, Barrett sat on the couch to wait for Rory to return. His greatest wish had finally come true, and he wanted to spend every possible minute with her. Yes, he’d enjoyed sharing her with Miles and Winston, but he hadn’t been crazy in love with them for over a decade. Not that he didn’t see himself falling for both of them. The attraction and affection were there, but he needed to get to know them better before he took that plunge.

Rory strode into the living room, her stern expression setting off a slew of alarms in his brain. The oversized T-shirt she wore tried to divert his attention from the warning, especially when she stopped in the TV and crossed her arms below her generous tits. “What were you guys doing in my bathroom?”

Caught.

His heart dropped to his feet. Had they screwed up their perfect relationship with her?

“We were getting to know each other.” Miles set his beer on the coaster and let out a gusty sigh. “You deserve the whole story of how this happened.”

Leaning forward to brace his elbows on his knees, he steepled his fingers beneath his chin. “Winston and I have been lovers for the last six months. Neither of us was sure how serious the other was, so we kept it casual. And we didn’t know how you’d feel about living with a gay couple. Then I found Win and Barrett together this afternoon. Barrett’s just getting his head wrapped around being bisexual, and it was his first time being with a man.”

For some reason, Rory knowing that fact didn’t bother Barrett. He was almost relieved to have the admission out there. Maybe he was coming to terms with his sexual preferences with the help of his new building mates.

Winston picked up where Miles paused. “I was attracted to Barrett when he came to look at the property, and we went to lunch today. One thing led to another, and Miles walked in on us. During the…
discussion
that followed, we decided that since we all wanted you, we should see if you were open to us sharing you.”

Her eyebrows rose. “That still doesn’t explain why you were rooting through my things.”

Swallowing to wet his dry throat, Barrett continued the story. “We planned to ask you if you were interested in our offer tonight, but then you had to leave. Miles said I needed a crotch trim, so I checked your bathroom for scissors. The trimmer was in the drawer with your toys and three voodoo dolls in a bag. Each one had something belonging to the three of us pinned to it. The female doll was lying loose with nothing pinned to her for an identity. We used one of your hair ties to make her you in the hopes we could influence you into wanting all of us.”

Biting her lower lip, she seemed to stare at each of them in turn as if to read their motives and truthfulness. Then she stomped her foot. “Damn it! Why didn’t you just tell me you wanted me?”

Winston laughed. “Why didn’t you tell us? I’m guessing you got those dolls in New Orleans, and you’ve obviously been trying to manipulate us. Did you fantasize about watching us have gay sex, Rory? Does it turn you on?”

A pretty pink blush crept up her pale skin. “Of course it does. I spend day after day counseling people on their sexuality and teaching them kinky ways to improve their sex lives. And I haven’t had a man in my bed for a year. What do you expect a girl to do?”

“Be neighborly?” Barrett crooked his finger at her, certain she wasn’t really angry. She was much too nice to hold a grudge for something so trivial. “Forgive us, and we can make it all better in a third of the time.”

Her lips twitched as if she was holding in a smile, and she stepped closer. “I won’t need you anymore in four months? I doubt that. By then, I’ll be addicted.”

Miles tugged at her shirt, pulling her onto his lap. “Let’s just enjoy every day we have together. No looking for the end.”

She draped her bare feet over Barrett’s legs, and he couldn’t resist touching her silky skin. “I’ve been waiting for this opportunity since we were sixteen years old. Nearly half my life. I want to focus on the moment for now.”