Empowered [Sexual Magic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (13 page)

Her butt stuck up and out, one bare foot flat on the floor.

Another waft of musky feminine excitement tickled his nostrils and surged through his dick.

“Shift a little bit,” Gabriel ordered her. “I want your tits to hang off the edge.”

She inched up, eyes sultry and just a hint combative until her beautiful breasts spilled over and dangled along the couch.

“Perfect,” he rasped.

“Madelyn?” Noah murmured.

“
Oui
?”

“No teeth, no biting. You’re well trained, do not embarrass me.”

A pink flush crept over her neck and cheeks. “Yes, Sir.”

“Go ahead, Gabriel.”

It was an invitation, not an order. Taking his dick in hand, he stroked it back to absolute hardness, not that he’d lost much of his stiffness in the intervening moments. He stepped to her, fisted her hair in his other hand, and pulled slowly until her neck arched like a beautiful swan.

Rubbing the slick head of his cock against her full, deep red mouth, he pushed slowly inward. “Open up, little slut. Take my big dick and enjoy it.”

She moaned over his length as he burrowed inside, her hips moving in time to his small thrusts.

“Christ,” he muttered. “You’re so fucking hot. All spread out and just waiting for us to use you.”

Her lips spasmed on his flesh, and he shivered. She tapped her tongue to the underside once more, pulling another round of appreciative groans from him.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Like hearing what a hot whore you are.”

The words tumbled out of their own volition. He gave them no forethought, but apparently, they were the right ones. Her fingers snaked up his legs and cupped his balls while her mouth went to work double-time, lashing at his aching cock.

He stiffened and leaned back, staring down at her through half-slitted eyes. This unbelievably beautiful woman sucked cock like a starving kitten suckled a teat.

“Get ready,” Noah cautioned. “Only reason I’m announcing is so she’s not startled and lays into you with her teeth. They’re damn sharp.” He flashed a humor-filled grin, which threw Gabriel off a little bit.

Noah had a sense of humor. That was unexpected.

“Appreciate that.”

He pulled his gaze from Madelyn’s eager mouth and watched Noah. As before, the other man’s hand was a blur of motion as he struck her full ass. Over and over his palm came down, striking left, right, and in between.

Each blow caused her to moan around his dick. She wiggled and sighed, back arching and head sliding deeper and deeper on him.

“She’s getting hot,” Noah observed. “Her sweet juice is running down her thighs. Are you satisfied with her performance?”

Gabriel looked down at her. Hell yeah he was satisfied, but he suspected that was the wrong answer. He fisted himself so he wouldn’t accidentally injure her and pushed forward.

She froze, eyes going wide, and stared up at him. Her throat worked as he fed her more of his length, and he gasped at the sudden constriction when the head hit the back of her mouth. Her muscles clenched tight and he felt her gag. He almost pulled out but forced himself to remain still.

Within seconds, she’d stopped gagging and the head of his dick slipped past the ring of muscles.

God, she was tight, hot, and damned talented. She worked the long shaft, making him throb painfully. Her eyes were closed and bliss covered her sweet face. Behind her, Noah continued to wale on her butt and thighs, which were now a deep scarlet. She pushed back in time with his blows.

Obviously they were in perfect sync with each other.

He wanted that kind of unspoken communication, he realized. Wanted a woman to offer herself so openly to him, someone he could connect with on the level they shared.

Madelyn shuddered and her nails dug into his sac.

“Fuck,” he muttered and dropped his grip on his dick. He wound his fingers through her luxurious, soft ebony mane and pulled, forcing more of his cock down her throat. An orgasm boiled in his balls, and he wanted to shoot his load into her sweet mouth, flood her lips and throat with his seed.

She bucked backward in silent protest, but he wouldn’t allow her escape. Her eyes snapped open, and she stared up at him, silent pleading in her eyes.

He wavered. The sheen of tears over her beautiful ocean-blue gaze tore at him, but then he looked deeper and saw the unadulterated lust mingling with calculated deviltry.

“Damn minx,” he said. “You’ve got a talented mouth, but you can take more, can’t you?”

She shook her head slightly.

He frowned and pulled at her hair, enjoying the spasmic tightening her wince caused. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? How’s her pussy?”

“Wet as a waterfall,” Noah said with a slight pant. He straightened up and shook his hand, but he was grinning widely. “How’s her mouth?”

“Hot, wet, and tight.”

Noah laughed and brought both hands loudly down on her butt. “Yeah, it is, but not as tight as her ass.”

His balls bunched at the thought of sinking into her ass. He’d only tried anal sex one time, but he remembered how breathtakingly snug the girl’s sphincter had been. They’d been too damn young to know what a good thing they were onto and gave up after a few uncomfortable moments.

“Hell yeah,” he said and pumped his hips. “I bet you are tight, aren’t you, slut? Mm, how deep do you think my cock would go, huh?”

She moaned, and her eyes widened then she resumed bobbing and sucking, her fingers clenched on his shaft.

She worked him up and down, and the double sensation was more than he could take.

Gabriel gasped and groaned, showing her the correct rhythm by pushing and pulling on her hair.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he muttered. “Suck my cock. Just like that. Yeah, oh fuck yeah.”

His dick swelled and she gagged again. He held her mouth firmly on his flesh. “Take my cum, baby,” he said as he jerked and spurted.

She choked, her teeth scraping along the ultrasensitive skin, and he grunted as he slowly drew out of her mouth, spraying cum down her throat and along her tongue.

She gasped for breath as he pulled free, head hanging low over the couch.

Noah walked up and clapped him on the shoulder as he stared down at her. “Not bad, rookie, not bad at all.”

“You did well, little one,” Noah told Madelyn. They lay in the big bed, cuddled together in the middle of the soft mattress. Gabriel had opted to return to his own room, a decision Noah both respected and admired.

The offer of free, unrestricted sex was a hard one to pass up, but he’d said he needed to sort through all they’d taught him. More apt to say he was going to dissect every action, reaction, thought, and word from the scene. And he would probably read through the books Noah had given him.

Noah grinned in the shadows of the room. Gabriel was just that kind of anal-obsessive guy. That trait was probably what made him such a stellar and astute businessman.

Madelyn shifted in his arms and nestled her head in his shoulder. She slid her fingers through the black thicket on his chest. The top of her hair tickled his nose and he brushed the soft strands away.

“Madelyn?”

“Hm?”

She sounded distracted.

“What are you thinking about?”

Though she didn’t really move, he felt a stillness pervade her body. Even her fingers slowed their stroking motion.

Unease snaked along his spine, and he edged her away, pulling her upward and onto the pillows next to him.

Moonlight streamed in from the balcony window, enough for him to catch the worry on her usually placid face.

“Sweetheart?” He sat up and flipped on the bedside table lamp.

Madelyn pushed to her elbows then scooted backward and flattened against the headboard. “I’m fine,
chéri
.”

“Bullshit.”

She blinked at his harsh rebuttal but didn’t offer any defense.

His palms dampened, and a tremor wracked him before he shook the sensation away. “Are you worried about Krista?” he asked hoarsely. He’d managed to evict the bitch from his mind during their scene with Gabriel—a remarkable feat in itself—but in the dark she easily returned to torment him.

Madelyn shook her head. “No, she is of no moment. Security has been alerted, the Council is aware, we are on our toes. Krista is not a danger to us any longer.”

“Then what’s troubling you?”

Her blue eyes cut toward him, and she plucked at the down comforter. “What makes you think anything is wrong?”

“For fuck’s sake, Madelyn, I know you. This is me. The man you’ve belonged to for almost a decade. I know you inside and out. So, don’t give me that shit about nothing being wrong. Tell me.”

She touched her throat, finger pressed against the hummingbird beat of her heart. “Ten years,
mon coeur
? Has it truly been that long?”

Another wrench and another drip of cold sweat down his back. “It feels like only days,” he murmured.

“Yes,” she agreed and finally looked at him. Her eyes were wide and luminous in the grayness of the half-lit room. “I like him.”

Those simple words tore at Noah, nearly shredding his heart. “What do you mean?” he rasped.

“Just that—I like him. He’s kind and sweet and sexy and will make some lucky woman a very good Dom.”

But not you.

He held the thought inside. In all their years, he’d never feared this moment. Perhaps he should have. In his arrogance, he’d always believed she’d never leave him. Was he wrong?

“Yes, he will.” He kept his tone neutral and unemotional.

He meant it, too. Gabriel was a natural talent in this arena. He learned quickly, applied the lessons even quicker, and had a voracious appetite. Though he’d not engaged in any actual discipline, Noah could see the hunger for it in Gabriel’s hazel gaze.

Madelyn sighed and scooted closer, wrapping her arm around him and laying her head on his shoulder. She placed soft kisses on his chest, her tongue darting out every now and again. “Relax, my love. I am not going anywhere. It was an observation, nothing more.”

For one more agonizing minute, he could not break the paralyzing fear gripping him, then he exhaled on a sharp, rueful laugh and cuddled her close. He kissed her crown, inhaling the sultry-sweet scent that belonged solely to Madelyn. “Am I that obvious?”

Her laugh went straight to his cock, which stirred in his white boxers.

“
Oui
.”

He pulled her hand down and molded her fingers over his erection. “Make love to me, Madelyn.”

She winked, her smile full of temptation. “Yes, Sir.”

* * * *

The next morning Noah woke with a pounding headache, a nagging worry, and absolutely exhausted.

The latter, he knew, was thanks to Madelyn’s ravenous appetite. Even at his most virile, he was hard-pressed to keep up with her. It had always been this way. Thank God for vibrators and myriad sex toys. Though she claimed they were not as satisfying as flesh-and-blood cock, they usually serviced her well enough to exhaust her.

He rolled from the bed, leaving her snoring gently. He grinned as he brushed a lock of hair from her face. She would kill him if he ever told her she snored. She would deny it emphatically.

But he found the tiny little noises she made during sleep adorable.

He made a pot of coffee, flipped on the news, and wandered into the bathroom. Steaming mug in hand, he stared at himself, wondering if he was getting too old for this. Though only thirty-eight, he felt much older. When had his hair changed from black to gray shot? And those lines around his eyes and mouth were more pronounced than just a few years ago.

He sighed and set his coffee down and set about shaving with his favorite straight blade and specially blended cream. Madelyn had it made for him each year. Infused with eucalyptus and bay spice, he always loved how it smelled. How each breath reminded him of her.

He patted his face dry, relieved to see the worry lines appeared to have eased. He threw the white towel to the floor even as the action bit at him. He hated doing that, but the last time he’d folded the towel and set it on the floor for cleaning, the maid left a note asking if it was clean and asking him to not do it again.

Noah chuckled as he wandered back into the bedroom and stood next to his still sleeping partner.

“Wake up, Madelyn,” he whispered. “We need to meet Gabriel at the pool for breakfast.”

She rolled over, eyes wide and bright in an instant. She was the utter definition of a morning person. She grinned. “Good morning,
mon couer
. What a beautiful day.”

He smiled in return and pulled the sheets back. “You say that every day, even when it’s raining and the sky is green with tornadoes.” He love tapped her naked flank. “Come on, then, up and at ’em. It’s not good to keep a Dom waiting, you know.”

She winked and rose, stretching her arms. Her full breasts rose and swayed. His breath caught in his throat at her innocent beauty. Even after all this time, she made his heart swell and tighten, glad to be with her.

Glad to be around her.

She was exquisite and his perfect match.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said.

He froze. “Don’t know what?”

She winked as she passed by and smacked his butt in return. “Keeping a Dom waiting is a great way to earn a morning spanking.”

He laughed, his tension disappearing in an instant. “Saucy wench.”

Her lilting giggle floated on the air as she shut the bathroom door.

Noah pulled the covers to the foot of the bed, rooted around, and found the three vibrators he’d used on her last night, and took them to the sink in the kitchenette. He rinsed and cleaned them in the hot water then patted them dry and replaced them in his drawer. There were some things you just didn’t ask a maid to do, even at a free-for-all sex resort.

Ten minutes later, Madelyn emerged from a billow of steam, still naked, and strolled to the closet.

His cock jerked in his jeans, and he moved behind her, cupping her breasts as she perused the hanging clothes.