Chase, Zara - Tigers' Temptation [Impulse 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

“Yes.” She gulped and moistened her lips, hoping they couldn’t see just how freely the juices were flowing from her pussy as Mikael’s hypnotic voice and the featherlight touch whisked her into a frenzy of need. “I’m sure it is.”

“The color of the lighting can enhance moods and create specific illusions. Green, for example, can slow down a man’s erection time, and red can speed it up, but could also trigger arguments.”

“You’ve done a lot of research.”

Philo laughed aloud. “Guess who he uses to experiment on.”

“Never heard you complaining,” Mikael replied, reaching across Layla to twitch Philo’s erection.

“Nope, and you never will.” Philo grinned. “Bring it on, big boy.”

“As you can see, Philo has lit candles for us inside colored glass holders. Let’s see what it does for you, shall we?” Mikael dropped a kiss on her nipple, and then bit it lightly. “You have gorgeous tits, darlin’. I reckon they’re big enough for you to be able to lick them yourself. Am I right?”

“I…I’m not sure. I’ve never tried.”

“No time like the present,” Philo said.

The two men moved to sit together at the end of the bed, watching her.

“Take one of your breasts in your hand, Layla, and see if you can reach it with your tongue for us.”

“I’d rather you did it with your tongues.”

“And we’d rather you did as we asked.”

“Oh.”

Layla wasn’t sure how she felt about that. They wanted to play with her, but they’d made it clear they didn’t want to have actual sex. Why? It made no sense. She could tell by their appreciative expressions that it turned them on to watch her. Their attitude made no sense at all. Even so, she did as they asked, desire swirling through her as she performed for them and wallowed in their reaction. Their gazes were focused on her without blinking. Their erections were enormous—long, cut, and thick. It was a criminal waste not to sink one of them into her needy pussy. Still, it would happen. She refused to believe they’d be able to resist.

“You’re making yourself hot, aren’t you, sugar?” Mikael asked, reaching across to grab Philo’s sac. “Just like I’m doing to Philo. Does it feel good, knowing we’re watching you and loving what we see?”

She lifted her head from her breast and nodded. “Yes, but it would be better if—”

“Uh-huh, no suggestions. We’re in charge, remember.”

“Yes, sorry.”

“Still, I think I might know what’d make it feel even better.” Mikael leaned over the side of the bed, pulled out a drawer, and dangled clamps in front of her. “Know what these are, darlin’?”

“Yes, nipple clamps.”

“You’ve tried them before?” Philo asked.

“No, but I did a feature on a BDSM club once, so I saw them being used.” She giggled. “And a lot of other stuff, too.”

“Well then, you know they restrict the blood flow to your nipples and make them even more sensitive, right?”

Layla nodded, wondering how she could possibly feel more sensitized than she did right now, with two naked hunks watching her every move with such obvious approval. Mikael grabbed her left breast and applied lube to the areola. Philo did the honors on the other side. Then they carefully attached the clamps.

“How do they feel?” Philo asked.

“Strange. Nice. Odd.” She shook her head. “All of the above.”

“Do the thing with your tongue again, sweetheart,” Mikael said in an authoritative voice she was powerless to disobey.

“Oh!” She probably looked as dazed as she felt when she ran her tongue across her nipple just once and shivers of liquid excitement swirled through her body. She opened her eyes wide in astonishment and stared at Mikael and Philo. “I had no idea.”

“Trust us, baby,” Mikael said, looking smugly satisfied by her reaction. “You ain’t felt nothing yet.”

No, but I’m not going to feel your gorgeous cocks, am I, which seems like a criminal waste of decent erections.

“Tell us how you like to be fucked,” Philo said.

“Well, er…I, that is, I haven’t had that many men. Not after Amy’s dad. His attitude kinda put me off.”

“But you’re very sensual, sugar, so I’m betting that you usually bring yourself off.”

“Yes, that’s right, I do.”

“How often do you need it?” Philo asked.

The two men were now kneeling, cocks held together and rubbing rhythmically against one another, but their heads were turned to face her.

“Quite often.”

“What do you use?” Mikael asked. “Do you have a vibrator?”

She smiled. “Doesn’t every girl?”

The guys exchanged a smile of their own that excluded her. Mikael leaned over to access his drawer again and returned to his original position with a few toys.

“Get on your knees, darlin’.”

Ah, so he
was
going to fuck her after all. She knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out. Layla got into position and waggled her ass in their direction. Both men laughed. One of them rapped it hard.

“Naughty!” Philo’s voice said.

Lips plastered her backside with kisses on one side, and a hand slapped it on the other. The amalgamation of the two sensations was explosive.

“Oh, God, that feels
soooo
good.”

“How does this feel?” Mikael asked.

She felt something cool shooting over her backside and being rubbed into the crack in her ass. She tensed when a cool finger rimmed her anus. Mikael’s low, entrancing voice ordered her to relax.

“Let me in, darlin’. You’ll love it.”

She so didn’t want to disappoint him and forced her muscles to relax. His finger gently eased its way past her tight coil of a muscle, burning, irritating. She sucked up the slight pain, determined to see this thing through. She was a journalist. It was research. Besides, it was high time she extended her limited sexual horizons. Philo was lying sideways beneath her, feeding on her clamped nipples, gently tugging the chain that connected them. Hell, they were driving her wild. She’d never felt so abandoned, so free to express herself and go after what she wanted—needed—before now. She writhed against Mikael’s hand, vaguely aware of a second finger joining the first.

Then they were gone. A small cry of protest slipped past her lips. Before it had even died, something took the place of his fingers.

“A butt plug,” he said, nipping at one cheek of her ass as he spoke. “You like?”

“Hmm, I think I could get used to it.”

“Move onto your side, darlin’.”

She did so, watching as Philo inserted a huge vibrator into her cunt, sinking it all the way in before switching it on to a low speed. Mikael, behind her, was plastering her spine with hot kisses, one finger gradually pushing the plug in her ass deeper.

“My turn to feed off your sweet pussy,” Philo said, kissing the end of her nose.

“Go right ahead.”

“Oh, I intend to,” he said, chuckling. “But I ought to warn you that I get pretty damned hungry after a night on the prowl.”

He ducked his head and sucked what felt like half her vulva into his mouth, while pushing the vibrator in and out of her pussy, faster and faster. At the same time, Mikael continued to push the butt plug deeper, reaching across to agitate her clamped nipples until she thought she’d die from an overload of pleasure. Their hands, mouths, and tongues appeared to be everywhere, alternately brutal and gentle, demanding and soothing. Layla was on fire. She’d never known such sublime sensations before. Ambiguous ecstasy built within her as she let herself go and thrust first against Philo’s vibrator and then Mikael’s plug, ready to explode at any moment.

“It’s like being fucked by two men at once,” she said, panting to get the words past the obstruction in her throat.

“That’s kinda the point.” Mikael chuckled, upping the pace.

Sparks ignited into a raging fire. She screamed their names, they pushed the toys deeper, and she came like she’d never come before. Pulsating, she rode the burning crest of her incandescent desire as it reached every nook in her body and vibrated through it like a rolling ball of thunder. Her limbs trembled. Her heart palpitated. Her mind kept telling her it should have been the two of them doing this to her with their massive cocks.

“Hell,” she said, when she finally stopped flinching. “What did you just do to me?”

* * * *

Mikael leaned over her to steal a kiss as he removed the plug from her butt.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” he said.

Philo removed the vibrator and took his turn to kiss her. “We give complete satisfaction or your money back,” he quipped.

“Based on that performance, I doubt whether you get asked for many refunds.”

“Not recently,” Philo agreed.

“Er, what about you two?” she asked, glancing at their rock-hard cocks.

“Oh, I would imagine that Philo has designs on my ass,” Mikael said easily. “Just as I have all sorts of wicked ideas about you sucking my cock.”

“But you could—”

“No arguments, remember?”

Mikael could see how confused she was by their disinclination to fuck her. He could sense how desperately she wanted them to.
Not as much as we want to fuck you, babe.
Never in all his tiger years had he been more tempted to risk breaking the rules. He reminded himself what rode on the outcome and temptation gave way to common sense. His life wasn’t his own. He had responsibilities, skills that were vital to the colony, and the consequences would be catastrophic for everyone here if he blew it. Nope, he simply couldn’t take the chance. Still, Philo’s huge cock rammed tight up his ass wasn’t a bad consolation prize.

“Lay back down again, babe,” Mikael said, removing the nipple clamps. “You’d best not wear these any longer. Not the first time.”

She reached up and traced her fingers through the hair on his chest, tugging at it. She circled his nipples, her fingers teasing him—deliberately, he was sure—with her gentle touch, promising him without the need for words that she was his for the taking.

If only!

“That’s it, honey,” Philo said from behind him. “Play with Mikael’s gorgeous chest. He loves that. I do it to him all the time. He adores having his nipples sucked.”

Mikael growled, lowered his head, and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth before she could do the same thing to him. He wasn’t sure he could withstand that much temptation. The little minx made matters worse when she wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed her cunt against his cock. Shit, that felt so damned good! Philo squirted lube over his backside and wasted no time easing his cock into him. It would be so easy to slip his into Layla, what with her hanging around his waist, all but asking him to.

“Suck my cock,” he said to her tersely. “Wrap your sweet lips around it for me, sugar.”

She mumbled something he couldn’t quite hear, released his waist from the death grip she’d been holding it in with her slim thighs, and slithered down to do as he asked. Hell, that was even worse! Philo had been right—she was a natural at fellatio. She tickled the underside of his cock with her tongue while her fingers sank into his loaded sac, cupping his balls and putting just enough pressure on them to make him growl. Her tongue snaked across his glans, causing tingling exhilaration to flood his senses. Philo’s thick cock hit his prostate, and his balls slapped against his ass as he drove into him.