Three Men and a Woman: Evangeline (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (21 page)

It was fucking hot as hell, hearing her little mews of surprise and discomfort turn to hot, needy exclamations. She rocked hard, jiggling her tits, making him work them harder. She humped his leg, giving herself more pleasure.

“Come, Evvie. Do it. Do it for me.”

She couldn’t say no to it. She practically collapsed, held up by his leg shoved up under her pussy, his fingers sunk into her ass, and the one arm she slung around his neck. She shook all over, making the most of every bit of stimulation she was getting, both his and her own.

She chanted his name, crying out until it was a scream, a hoarse, sustained wail of orgasm. Moaning and shuddering, she crumpled, falling into him.

“Good girl,” he said. “Good girl.”

He soothed her, sliding his fingers out of her ass and easing up on her tit. She was tucked into him, still whimpering. He let her have a couple minutes, then he took her earlobe in his teeth and nipped to get her attention.

“Now go over there and put your hands on the back of the sofa. Step away until you’re bent ninety degrees at the waist. If you walk around naked under that hot little skirt, you’re gonna have to expect to get fucked.”

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He left her there waiting. She’d lifted her head to look at him after his stern, uncompromising instruction. He looked back coolly, expectantly, letting her know she was playing with the big boys now.

Chase stayed where he was as Evvie followed his bidding. She knew he watched, expecting her compliance. Her little swing skirt was short, and she didn’t mistake what his intent was. When she rested her hands on the couch, she moved back, way back, so her arms were stretched out and her back was flat, parallel to the floor. Bent that way, her skirt didn’t stand a chance of covering her ass. He was getting a good damn glimpse of her pussy.

He walked over and stood behind her. Without touching her, he took hold of her skirt on either side, lifted it up, and draped it over her lower back.

Now she was complete bare to him.

“Spread your legs a little.”

He’d kicked out of the leather sandals he’d worn and put one of his bare feet between hers. He nudged, one foot then the other, until she was spread just as he wanted.

“Now arch your back. Present your cunt to me.”

Evangeline shuddered. She liked that little twist of domination. Giovanni was playful and would boss her around out of a pure heart, enthusiastic for his pleasure or hers. Briggs was more intense and thoughtful. He guarded his heart, but he was a very caring man and had a deep need for love that showed in his lovemaking.

Chase had a little dark side. He was brilliant and mildly calculating and would always consider what was in a situation for him. He enjoyed being in control and would like expressing a little mastery.

He’d get pleasure from having her submit.

So he positioned her, exposed her, and left her waiting.

Evangeline didn’t object. His cool instructions, his wicked urges aroused her. She’d barely recovered from that first, driving orgasm, and already her body was heated and primed for more. Her breasts, still exposed, were swollen, the tips achy. Her pussy was wet, needy.

Chase walked away from her. He went to the downstairs powder room and left the door open while he ran water at the sink. He was washing his hands and letting her know it. His fingers had been in her ass and now he was going to use them on her again, whenever, wherever he wanted.

Without speaking he came and stood behind her—and stood, and stood. She bit her lip to keep from whimpering, but she knew what he saw. She couldn’t hold back. His presence there, with her so exposed and submissive, was incredibly provocative. Against her will, her cunt clenched, probably her ass, too, spasming in need. He gave a little grunt of satisfaction, pleased with that physical display of her desire.

Silently he reached between her legs and grasped her clit. She jerked with the shock of it and couldn’t hold back a gasp. For long moments he did nothing but keep her in a firm grip.

It was wickedly erotic, that silent domination. Without any further stimulation than that hold on her clit, Evangeline’s breath started huffing out. Tension thrummed through her body, and involuntarily she arched more.

She’d done what he’d instructed—commanded—when he’d told her to present her pussy to him. She arched her spine, tilting her pelvis so her cunt was open to him, flaunted. Like a she-wolf to her alpha, she’d submitted.

She gave him more now, sinking her spine lower, offering all.

Still he did nothing more than keep his grasp on her. Her offer meant nothing. He was in charge.

Finally, subtly, he started drawing on her clit. Just gentle tugs as first, but enough to make her whimper. Then more—longer, harder pulls. Evangeline was powerless to resist. Excitement shivered through her, and her breath caught, each exhalation now a needy moan.

Then it stopped. He took his hand away. She groaned in frustration, and, mindlessly, her body flexed, rocking, seeking.

He stood for a moment and then walked away.

She huffed a needy, dissatisfied breath and let her head hang.

She didn’t move otherwise. He’d given her no further instruction, and she instinctively knew she was meant to stay as she was.

He was gone for a while. She heard him go upstairs, and she was certain of where he went and what he was doing. He was in her room, rummaging around in that second drawer of her bedside table.

There were some new items there now. On her own, she hadn’t explored beyond a couple erotic novels and a basic vibrator. But on Wednesday, Briggs had brought along a little shopping bag. His tastes were more exotic. There were some things they hadn’t tried yet, and certain items she wasn’t even sure what to do with.

Thinking of the things Chase would find there, and what he would do with them, kept a nervous hum running through her body.

When he came back, he patted her ass and said, “Good girl, Evvie.”

There. His little stamp of approval for her good behavior.

“Briggs went shopping, didn’t he?”

“Yes.”

He walked past her to the table at the far end of the couch. He made a little production of setting his treasures there, clattering each one down onto the table so she’d hear. One. Two. Three. Four.

“Have you been enjoying his purchases?”

“Yes.” She was enjoying this, too, his wicked teasing about it, but she didn’t admit that out loud.

“It looks like he has a fondness for things that vibrate. I especially like the looks of these.”

He was standing at her side now, and he ran something over her nipple.

She knew right away what it was—a vibrating nipple clamp. Covered in velvet, it had a spring like a clothespin, opening to fit around a nipple then biting down with good pressure. A tiny switch turned on the vibrator.

She had the experience to know it was wildly stimulating.

And there were two of them.

Soon, they were both applied to her nipples. He put them in place, taking exquisite care, tugging on her nipples to elongate them before attaching the clamps. Once they were in place, he palmed her, massaging with his hands, working the clamps to intensify their effect. Then he turned on the vibration.

He stayed at her side, talking to her as he casually worked open his fly. “You like that, baby, don’t you? You love to have your nipples stimulated, don’t you? I noticed that the first morning we fucked. You have a lot of erogenous zones, babe, but nothing turns you on faster than getting your tits worked over. “

He was right, damn him. And he knew exactly what it was doing to her, having those clamps nipping down, vibrating. He made matters worse. His cock was out now, hard and hot, and he ran it over her. He took it along her ribs, then slid it under her until he found the tip of her nipple with it. He circled there, rubbing her nipple, sharing the vibration.

“That’s good, baby, isn’t it?”

Oh, yes. Yes, it was.

“Chase.”

“I know, baby. You need me to fuck you, don’t you?” He put one hand on her ass, gripping, rubbing his thumb over her until he brought it to a hard pinch. “It’s all good, baby. We’re getting to that.”

He stepped away to the table. When he came back, he stood behind her. “Get ready for this, baby.”

But there was no readying when she didn’t know what was coming. She felt sudden pressure at her anus and cried out with the quick, hard jolt of cold lube spurting into her.

“Good girl.” He walked away again. From the table came the sound of a switch, and then her vibrator hummed. “Cock and vibrator, babe. You’re going to get fucked with both. Which do you want in your pussy?”

“Chase.”

He moved behind her again. “My cock’s big and hard, baby. Tell me where to put it. Hurry. I need to fuck you. Tell me. Cunt?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“Fuck me.” He nudged her—that wasn’t enough. “In the cunt. Fuck me. With your cock in my cunt.”

“Good girl. My first choice, too.” He put his cock at her opening and pressed in as she groaned in blessed relief. He didn’t give it all to her, though. He stopped when he’d just breached her, leaving her stretched around that big cockhead.

“You know where this is going, don’t you?” He had the vibrator in his hand and stroked it along her side, then down her belly. And then, of course, to her clit.

“Yes.” She shuddered at the pleasure he gave her there.

“Say it.”

“In my ass.”

“That’s right. You want it there, don’t you?”

“Yes. Yes. Please, Chase.”

“You’re such a good girl, Ev. Such a sweet, fucking bitch.” He told her that, his words admiring and appreciative rather than mean, as he moved the vibrator.

Still stretching her pussy opening with his cock, he put the vibrator at her back hole. He let it pulse there for a bit, then dipped it in. He left it there, letting her get the feel of it inside, letting her adapt to it.

He started fucking her with it. He reamed it around her opening first, loosening and stimulating her. Then he pushed it in deep, in and out.

Evangeline started to rock, loving what he did to her ass, needing more of him in her cunt. She moaned, telling him of her need.

“Good, baby. Yes, I’ll fuck you. I know you want it.”

He gripped her hip hard with one hand, stabilizing her. He used his other to secure the vibrator in her ass.

Then he fucked her. Hard, praising her along the way, telling her how hot she was, how good she felt, how tight her cunt was.

Evangeline cried out, a long needy, greedy wail as he plunged into her. She was so stimulated already she started coming with just a few thrusts.

But he wasn’t done with her, wouldn’t give up even as she started to collapse.

He left the vibrator deep in her ass and arched back. He lifted her, both his forearms wrapped around her. Suspended there, she was helpless as he fucked into her.

It was an exquisite, incredible taking. His cock was huge and hard and hot, filling her to her depths. The vibrations at her nipples and her ass drove her further. She shuddered, convulsing in wild, glorious orgasm.

He flailed into her, urging her on. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah. Fuck. Fuck!”

He was howling, too, slamming into her, each thrust a complete taking, a complete fuck.

He fell, too, in the end. He collapsed to his knees, taking her to the floor, covering her as he finally went over, filling her with his cum in hot, deep spurts. He roared, harsh, almost pained cries as he shuddered into her.

They ended with him draped over her, their breaths harsh gasps for air. He rubbed his hands and arms over her like he was trying to take her in, make them one in more ways than that very basic intrusion of his body into hers. One hand skimmed over her, gently removing the clamps from her nipples. He arched a little to make room so he could take the vibrator from her ass, but he didn’t pull out of her. He kept himself stuffed into her, like he wasn’t about to let that connection go.

On their knees, her chest collapsed down onto the floor and his body covering hers, they slowly settled. She was within the circle of his arms as he leaned over her, still filled by him, entirely content. His fingers stroked her, his lips gently touched.

She’d have happily stayed there forever.

“Didn’t you offer me breakfast, sweetheart? What happened to that?”

She smiled to herself. “It must have been your imagination.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t. Did you hear that? My stomach’s growling.”

There was a clear tease in his words. “Poor baby,” she said. “You must be starved. You can’t even hold yourself up.”

She felt a rumble in his chest. “That, my darling goddess of sex, is entirely your fault.”

She grinned, proud of herself. She, who until the age of twenty-nine had been the next thing to a virgin, was a sex goddess.

And she’d cook breakfast for anyone who said so.

Still, Chase seemed more than content where he was. Or almost—just a little bit after her knees had started to complain, he gently pulled out of her. He kept her in his arms, lifted her, and walked around to the other side of the couch. He sat, tucking her into his lap.