Jackson [Wolfe Brothers 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (6 page)

“One guy?”

“One guy, one time. He was really small, but I’ve used toys that were bigger than he was.”

“Fuck!” Caleb hissed as his hand squeezed at the base of his cock to keep from coming too quickly. “Don’t mention masturbating right now, darlin’. I’m ready to pop already.”

“Anal?” Jackson asked as he positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy.

“No, sir.” She arched her hips, needing him deep inside her body.

“And you want us, right, honey?”

“What?”

He refused to push forward. “I’m making sure that you want this, that you want us. We’re a package deal, honey.”

“Yes, sir! Please.”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me, sirs. Please fuck me!” She screamed as he breached her entrance and pushed the first couple of inches of his long, thick cock into her cunt.

Caleb carefully turned her head until he could push his cock into her mouth. He pushed more and more of his cock into her mouth, and he could feel it reaching her throat. While he was fucking her face, he reached down to tweak her nipple. He plucked at the hard tip and squeezed with enough pressure that she was moaning around his cock.

Jackson was still trying to work all of his cock into her snug pussy. He’d gotten three-quarters of it inside, but her cunt was so constricted that he was sure that she was going to peel the condom and two layers of skin off of his cock. His teeth were set as he fought not only the urge to come but the need to slam his whole length inside of her. Instead, he slid his hand between their bodies and rubbed her wet, swollen clit.

As she came, she could feel him push the rest of his cock in. She screamed, or tried to, but couldn’t with Caleb in her mouth, all that came were muffled, intense vibrations that had him shooting cum down her throat. She could sense his body was taut against her.

Jackson picked up speed, thundering his cock in and out of her pussy, hitting her cervix with each powerful movement. He lifted her legs until her feet rested on her shoulders. As Caleb moved out of the way, Jackson braced his torso above her. His hot mouth fell to the crook of her neck. He bit down as he slammed into her again and again until his body arched against hers and he pumped his seed into the condom.

It took them a few minutes to catch their breath, but as they did, Jackson went to the attached bathroom to dispose of his condom. While in there, he turned on the huge shower to get it warmed up. Caleb must have heard the water because he carried a limp Onalee into the bathroom and climbed into the shower with her.

His big hands worked all over her body as he lathered her up with the sweetly floral soap. By the time he was done, she felt pampered, cared about, and recharged. She used the same soap, lathered her hands up, and began to wash his hard body. His cock awakened with a vengeance, begging for her attention. “Jackson’s turn,” she directed with a giggle. Caleb wasn’t impressed as he backed her up against the shower wall. She felt the cool marble at her back and his hard, hot body at her front before he melded their mouths together in a fiery kiss.

“It’s my turn next, dammit!” He gave her a swat on her ass before he left the shower.

Within a couple of minutes, Jackson was in the shower with her. She made sure she washed and teased every inch of his sculpted body. “Are you ready to wrap those lips around my cock?” he asked her as she knelt before him to wash his large feet.

“Nope.” She smiled brightly as she answered him.

“You know this means punishment, don’t you?” Jackson slammed the water controls off, but he was grinning with anticipation rather than frowning with anger. He helped her out of the stall then dried every inch of both of them. He even brushed her long hair out but refused to allow her to blow dry it. He took her hand in his and led her back to the other room.

Caleb had several ropes laid out under a pulley system that she hadn’t noticed before. Jackson and Onalee walked until she was standing under the pulley. Jackson left her there while he pulled up a seat to watch. “Okay, Cal, get to work.”

She looked up at him with apprehension in her eyes. Caleb’s tawny eyes smiled down at her. “Nothing to fear, pet, I won’t do anything you won’t like…eventually.” He looked over at Jack. “Hey, buddy, you going to sit on your ass while I do all the work, or are you going to help?”

“Shibari is your thing, not mine.”

“Bring your damned chair over here and shut up.”

Smirking, Jackson brought his chair over and waited to see what Caleb had up his invisible sleeve. He heard Cal order her to bend over the chair then smiled as Cal pulled out his special gift for Onalee and a bottle of lube.

“Okay, darlin’.” He coated the ball on one end of the hook while Jackson dribbled oil on his fingers. “Jackson’s going to play with your anus for a minute, and then I have a special surprise for you.”

Jackson ran his fingers down the crease of her ass until he felt the tight pucker of her hole. He circled the tightly closed opening as she whimpered and pushed back against his touch. He spread her cheeks and dabbed his tongue into the opening. When she cried out, he thrust his tongue inside and wiggled.

His finger replaced his tongue, and in one motion, his finger was seated deep into her ass. “Oh damn, sir, please!” she begged as she pushed back against him. She wheezed a little as he added another finger. This time, it was a little uncomfortable, not a true pain, but a slight stinging sensation.

“That should do it, Cal,” Jackson informed him as he removed his finger and stood up. After a quick smack on her ass, he stood back as Caleb brought the anal hook over. With the one-and-a-half-inch ball placed at her anus, Caleb carefully pushed the anal hook into her anus as she whimpered. “Onalee, stand up.”

Carefully, she pulled up straight, shivering as the motion of the hook caused flutters in her ass which went directly to her clit. The eye of the hook was in the middle of her back and was ready for whatever rope design Caleb decided to use.

Caleb began wrapping and knotting ropes in an intricate design. She could feel the ball resting inside her, and with each tug of the rope, she felt the slight movement of the device inside her. When he was done with his design, her breasts were outlined to their best advantage—right before he set the hook of the pulley into her rope.

“Holy shit,” she gasped as her feet left the floor. She hung before them, suspended in the air.

She heard Caleb speaking. “Hand me that blue rope.” Shortly after that, she felt someone grab her foot, the rope wrapping around it. Her leg was then bent backward and tied into place. The process was completed with the other foot.

“Damn, doesn’t she look good like that?” Jackson observed. His cock was already hard and needy, but he needed to wait.

“Yep, punishment begins now, our little pet.”

“Punishment for what?”

“Putting yourself down.”

“Doubting that we want you.”

“Not following orders.”

“Being a smart-ass.”

“’Cause we can.”

“Because we want to.” They threw out their reasons one after another. Jackson’s voice trailed off as he walked to the other side of the room but came back with a remote-controlled bullet. He managed to slip the device behind the ropes so that it was resting against her clitoris. There was a knock on the door, and as Caleb stopped to put something on, she began to protest.

“Please don’t answer the door.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m naked, dammit!”

“We’re going to have to do something about this,” Jackson said while Caleb slipped on a towel. When he came back, he had a red ball gag.

“Like hell” was all she got out before he jammed the gag into place and buckled it behind her head. Now all her protests were muffled. “I could really get to like this,” Jackson told Caleb.

“If you’re too uncomfortable with something we’re doing, nod twice,” Caleb directed.

McCajah, a bartender from Hell’s Place, had a couple pizza boxes as he walked into the room. His eyes immediately fell on her. She felt herself turning red in both shame and arousal. She never thought she’d ever consider herself to be an exhibitionist. As his eyes met hers, he whistled. “Boys, you need any help?”

In response, Jack turned on the bullet. Her body jerked as the vibrations against her clit set her to moving, and every movement was intensified by the anal hook. She had to stay still. She had to stay still. Oh fuck, he turned it onto max speed. She shook as her climax started to build. And he shut the device off.

She’d have been panting if she could. Oh damn, her body shook with the need to come, and those jackasses did this to her with the bartender from downstairs watching?

“I think we’ve got it under control,” Jackson stated as he waited for her body to relax again.

“Our girl here doesn’t think that men like women with curves,” Caleb informed McCajah with a sigh. “It doesn’t matter what we seem to do or say, she thinks we have a thing for skinny toothpicks.”

“Not me.” The tall man walked toward her, adjusting his cock as he walked. “I love my women to have something for me to hang onto. Large breasts, nice ass, and thick thighs to wrap around my head as I eat her juicy little pussy.”

Onalee thought he was going to reach out and touch her, but he didn’t. It could have been the fierce frowns both her men were displaying, but she wasn’t sure. She didn’t get much time to think about it either. Jack turned the device on at its lowest level and waited. She lost her focus on the men as he adjusted the speed every few minutes. Pretty soon, it was going full speed again as she whimpered and cried out behind the gag. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she neared her climax yet again.

And again, he shut it off before she could fall over the edge. Tears seeped from her eyes because she’d never been this frustrated before.

“I better get back to the bar.” McCajah gave her one last longing look. “But remember, if you need any help…”

“Dream on, asshole!” Jack gave him a not-so-gentle shove out the door. He came back to them with a smile on his handsome face. “Think our little pet has suffered enough?”

“She still looks too damned angry and not repentant enough, if you ask me.”

“Good enough.” Jack began again, starting off the device on a slow vibration as he and Caleb left her to grab a piece of pizza. They both positioned their chairs so they could watch her as they upped the vibrations periodically.

Her eyes pleaded with them. She burned with the need to come for them. She tried to beg, but the damned ball garbled her words. This time, Jackson let her come, and her body jerked and swayed as it hung on the pulley, causing another, more powerful orgasm to crash through her body as the anal hook intensified her reactions.

As the last of the tremors drained from her body, they released her from her bonds. Jack had to help her stand because her legs had turned to a shaking bowl of Jell-O. Caleb worked as quickly as possible to remove her ropes and the hook, but he wasn’t done. He lubed up a small butt plug and gently seated it in her ass.

Jack carried her to the table. He held her as he fed her pizza and had her sipping on a Coke. In that moment, she’d never felt so cherished.

She slowly floated back to earth between nibbles of pizza. Jackson made sure that she’d eaten at least two whole pieces before they carried her back to the bed. At first, she just enjoyed lying there with them, one on each side of her as she relaxed against them. But slowly, their touches changed from soothing to sensuous.

Caleb’s mouth brushed across hers. His constant five-o’clock shadow tickled against her face as he increased the kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, dueling and feuding with hers.

While he was kissing her, Jackson moved down her body. He licked across her nipple, flicking the point of his tongue along the edge of the tip. It hardened automatically into a tight nub. He sucked it into his mouth, and his teeth bit down gently as his fingers moved further down her body.

The fingers traced down, circled her naval twice before dipping in. He slowly trailed them further down as he spread her legs open. She whimpered, either from what he was doing or from Caleb releasing her mouth and latching onto her other nipple. Jackson dragged his mouth from her nipple and followed the same movements of his hands with his tongue. He dipped his tongue into her belly button then followed his fingers to her cunt.

He tongued her wet slit and hummed as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Caleb was cursing on the other end. “Dammit, hurry man!”

“She tastes too good to stop,” he moaned as he took one last long slurp. He flipped over onto his back and pulled her on top of him. He quickly grabbed a condom and slipped it on before issuing his next order. “Ride me, honey.” His voice was rough as he spoke, and it went straight to her clit. “Go slow, Onalee.” One large hand slid down to hold his cock up for her while the other moved to her hip. “You’ve still got the butt plug in, so it’s going to be a hell of a lot tighter.”

“Are you going to take it out, sir?” she asked as she eased herself down on to him. Fortunately, she was wet enough that, while there was discomfort at first, it wasn’t true pain.

“I will in a minute,” Caleb replied as he put his own condom on. He dribbled some lube down his shaft then smoothed it on. “But my cock is a lot bigger than that plug. We need to work with it for a while.”