Hanging On 2: Surreal Neal [Awakenings 6] (Siren Publishing Menage and More) (13 page)

Drew chuckled. “Everywhere.”

I poked his side, where he was ticklish. He flinched away from me. “Flirt later,” I said. “Tell him I wasn’t being mean.”

“She wasn’t being mean.”

Neal peered at us doubtfully.

Drew took pity on him. “When she stops trying to seduce me, that’s when I’ll worry. You two were damned hard to resist.”

“But if that’s one of your limits”—Neal frowned—“then we should respect it.”

“It’s not a limit. I’m sure one day she’ll succeed. It’s incentive for her to be creative, and it keeps things fun.”

That seemed to satisfy him. He glanced at me, and I knew he was on board for further schemes. Drew caught the meaning of the exchange. He must have been envisioning what a planned, dual seduction might look like because his cock grew hard against my stomach.

“Hey,” I said. “Want to do something with that?”

He canted his hips, thrusting against me. “I propose another challenge.”

I didn’t know what he had in mind, but from the glint in his eyes, I knew it had to be good. “I’m listening.”

He looked at Neal, and his grin grew larger. “We make her orgasm six times before either of us get to finish.”

Drew liked to watch me come. While he had held out that long before, he had been the only one in the room with me, so he hadn’t been just an observer. Neal appeared intrigued. He shifted to his side and propped himself on an elbow, looking to me for permission. I nodded.

“What happens if one of us fails?”

I took this one. “Then I’ll spank you until you’re hard again and set you back to work.”

He pointed to Drew. “What if it’s him?”

Drew grinned. “I’m not the submissive—you are.”

I liked the devious way his mind worked. He might not like to top anybody, but he sure thought up great games.

Neal stroked his lower lip as he thought. I was so tempted to rip his hand away and kiss him again, but I refrained. He’d already misunderstood my motives once today.

“So there’s a good chance I’m just consenting to a spanking here.”

Drew scoffed. “Don’t give up so easily.”

My words to him after the shower must have come back to him. He pushed Drew’s shoulder, rolling him off me. “I’m up to the challenge.”

“All right, then. Let’s do this.” Drew’s smirk gave me pause. “Let’s start with mirroring. Whatever I do to this side of her body, you do to your half.”

Though I had played this game with Drew and a submissive before, I thoroughly objected to being the one in the submissive position. I narrowed my eyes at Drew. “Seriously?”

“It’s fun.” He winked at me. “You’ll like it.”

“You expect me to lay here and let you do whatever you want to me?” I injected as much dryness into my question as I could.

His grin morphed into a smirk, and I understood the depth of his cunning. Between the two of them, they could easily give me six orgasms with their hands and mouths—and I had learned how much these culinary geniuses liked my flavor. If I didn’t cooperate, then I could make it difficult for one or both of them to achieve the objective.

“‘You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant.’” I laced my hands under my head in a casual pose. “Good luck.”

“‘Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?’” Drew fluttered the trace of a kiss over my lips. Neal did the same.

“Yes,” I answered. “You certainly do.”

Drew traced his fingertips down my ribs, and Neal followed suit. I wasn’t ticklish, but they did give me gooseflesh. Together, they stroked down my body, exploring my stomach and thighs before they scooted down. They massaged my calves at the same time, and I swear I’d never felt or seen anything so erotic.

Watching them work in tandem was a beautiful thing. So in tune with one another, they barely glanced at each other as they lifted my feet. I groaned as they massaged from heel to instep, and I gasped when they put my smallest toes into their mouths. That Drew would do this didn’t surprise me. He liked my feet.

But having this done to both at the same time blew my mind. Between my legs, juices flowed. I was ripe and ready, a spring straining for release. Both men caressed my legs, reaching up as far as my thighs, as they savored each toe. By the time they closed their lips around my largest toes, I was on the edge. The sight of two sexy, naked men sporting wood did nothing to encourage my patience.

I was ready to play dirty. Drew had conveniently left the pile of condoms within reach. I grabbed on and held it up. “Neal, put this on.”

His attention had already been focused on me, but something in my voice took him from hot to blazing. He released my toe and set my foot on the bed. “Yes, Mistress.”

Once he was dressed for the party, I settled him between my legs. He hovered above me, holding his weight on his arms. Drew moved to lie next to us. He stroked Neal’s cock as he positioned it at my entrance. “Pace yourself, Neal. This is the first one.”

He grunted. I wrapped my legs around his hips and urged him forward. Wonderful sensations filled me, like coming home after a long day of work to the aroma of a mouthwatering treat. The only person who’d ever made me feel this way before was Drew. At the time, I hadn’t wanted to have strong feelings for or a connection with anybody. Half of me wondered if having Drew lie next to me and caress my arms and chest was part of the reason I felt so close to Neal. The other half of me just wanted more.

I closed my eyes and sighed. “Yes, oh yes. Make me come.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Neal twisted his hips and thrust home. This move made me lose control every time. My eyes flew open, and I gaped at him. He grinned, cockiness seeping from every angle of his body.

The ability to speak deserted me, and Neal repeated the action. Again and again, he drove it home. Drew wedged his head between Neal and me, plumped my breast in one hand, and latched onto my nipple. The combine sensations were too much, and I didn’t bother trying to hold out. A high, keening wail ripped from my depths, and my vagina clamped down on Neal’s cock.

A sound—a moan mingled with a grunt—came from a distance. Neal pulled away from me slowly, and without having come.

“Lay with your head at the foot of the bed. I’m going to put her over you. If we can keep her in this blissful state, she’ll orgasm faster and harder each time.” Drew chuckled, a gleeful laugh that told me exactly how much he was enjoying this.

He lifted me into his arms, draping me across his lap. I pried my lids open in time to see Neal position himself with his feet near the headboard.

Drew kissed my forehead. “Ready, darling?”

I guessed what he was doing, and it puzzled me. While Drew often topped my submissives, he didn’t usually deviate from the script this much. I wondered if the fact that we’d met Neal together—he wasn’t mine before he was Drew’s—had anything to do with his changed attitude.

His cheeks were smooth under my fingertips. I spent a moment caressing along his jaw line. “I’m good, but have you recovered enough to go again?”

He snorted, scoffing at the suggestion he wasn’t ready, willing, and able to rock my world. “Have you met me?”

Turning me over, he placed me facedown across Neal’s abdomen. Two sets of hands positioned me comfortably with my ass lifted and my knees apart.

“Play with her breasts. They’re very sensitive, especially when she’s about to orgasm.”

“Yes, Chef.”

I started at the way Neal used Drew’s title as, well, as a
title
. It wasn’t the commonly recognized “Sir,” but it did the trick. Drew didn’t miss a beat, so I wasn’t sure he’d caught the evidence of Neal’s submission to him. He slid into my pussy, which was wet and swollen, and not yet sated.

Turning my face to Neal, I gasped. He’d left me a little more sensitive than I’d thought, and Drew’s slow thrusts halted my descent into relaxation. Neal deftly slipped his hand between my breasts and the wrinkled sheet, cupping my flesh. He kneaded in time to Drew’s rhythm, and at some signal I didn’t see, he zeroed in on my nipple.

Behind me, Drew thrust home again and again. My second orgasm was small, and I pushed back to let him know I wanted more.

“Stroke her clit too. She needs a light touch right now.” Drew had amazing stamina and control. He wasn’t even breathing all that hard.

“Yes, Chef!” Neal’s belly moved beneath mine, and I felt his still-hard cock throb against my hip.

I was so close to number three. The edges of my vision blurred, and low, guttural moans issued from deep in my throat. At precisely the right moment, Neal twisted my other nipple. Arching my back, I cried out, not bothering to temper my volume.

Drew pulled out of me, and Neal’s fingers filled my pulsating hole. Unable to remain with my knees under me, I fell forward. The fingers inside me multiplied, both men moving slowly and gently. I wanted them to stop, to give me a break, but I didn’t want to rain on Drew’s parade. He rarely contributed anything significant to a scene. While this wasn’t really a scene—though it looked like we were both topping Neal—it was something we’d planned.

Even as thoughts of Drew’s new role gave me a temporary reprieve, Drew and Neal hadn’t stopped. With a coordinated effort, they pushed me off the cliff and into orgasm number four.

They turned me over. I protested with a groan. “How about we take a break?”

“Are you kidding?” Drew laughed. “I can taste victory.”

Neal regarded Drew with a mixture of awe and wariness. “What does victory look like?”

“Three people having an orgasm, all at the same time, and everybody is so sated that nobody can move.”

Moving already was proving difficult for me. “I think I won.”

“Not yet, honey, but you will.” Drew handed Neal another condom. “Try for two this time. She’s easier to get there after each one.”

Neal brightened, and I hoped it was more from the fact he was up next to fuck me and not because he saw light at the end of the tunnel. He rolled the fresh condom onto his cock and turned to me, eyes lowered respectfully.

“Mistress, may I pleasure you?”

I liked the way he asked. It was refreshing, and it made me feel wanted. I was so used to ordering submissives to do everything that I had forgotten what eager anticipation and genuine desire looked like on anybody who wasn’t Drew. Suddenly a new wave of energy washed over me. Hello, second wind!

Parting my legs, I held my hand out to Neal. “I love how nicely you asked. Yes, you may pleasure me.”

He settled into position and slid into me. That pleasure he talked about burned through my tissues. “Thank you, Mistress.”

So different from Drew, he thrust slowly and reverently. Drew’s passion burned hot, a fire needing to be fed before it consumed him. Neal’s passion was a steady flame or a comforting blaze.

As Drew had promised, it wasn’t long before my body gave him what he sought, pulsing around his long cock.

“That’s four,” Drew said.

By my count, it was five, so I figured he was counting the two he’d given me as one long one. I heard him moving around the bed, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from Neal’s face, hovering above mine, long enough to see what he was about. When the bed dipped between Neal’s and my legs, I figured things out quickly.

Drew was a naughty, naughty man.

Neal’s breath hitched, and he breathed out. “Oh, fuck. There’s no way.”

“Say something, Neal?” Drew hooked his arm under Neal, interrupting his rhythm as he pressed his cock into Neal’s ass.

“Yes, Chef. Thank you.”

Giggling, I smoothed a stray lock of Neal’s silky hair away from his face. “You can do this.”

“Yes, Mistress. I will try my best. I’ve never been in quite this position before.”

I let my hand trail down his chest. Drew thrust forward, driving Neal into me. “Is this your first threesome?”

“Yes, Mistress.” The veins in Neal’s neck stood out. He managed to establish a rhythm that complemented Drew’s.

Drew loved to fuck a man whose cock or face was buried in my cunt, and I loved watching Drew drive a man to the brink. Given what we’d already done, it didn’t take long for Neal to get there.

I stroked his face and chest. “I’m close. Put your hand between my legs and play with my clit. That’s it. Circle with your—oh, God!” The pressure built. I was so wet that heat seared me inside and out. I bucked and screamed.

Drew rode Neal harder, and he, in turn, thrust into me with more force. My fifth orgasm immediately followed my fourth. Neal and Drew’s shouts followed my own, and the sounds came from the other end of a long tunnel.

I passed out.

Sometime later, consciousness intruded. The first thing I noticed was the soreness between my thighs. The sheet covering me shifted, brushing against my well-used sex. I am not partial to pain, but this kind of ache made me sigh with the memory of recent passion.

The sight greeting me when I finally opened my eyes reminded me that more passion was on the way. Neal lay next to me on his back. Drew leaned over him, teasing Neal with light kisses and nips on his lower lip. From the way Drew’s hand moved under the sheet, I figured he had it wrapped around Neal’s cock.