Ménage Material [La Belle sans la Bete Ménages] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (21 page)

It was with relief when five minutes later they’d been dropped off outside the apartment block and had made their way to the penthouse. She just needed to get on with it. She’d built it up in her head, so much so that the hype was petrifying her.

The instant the doors of the elevator slid open, she rushed from it, and into Alex’s waiting arms. Minutes later, feeling selfish because her lovers hadn’t had the chance to greet each other, she started to move away from him but he tutted and continued the gentle stroking of his hand down her spine.

In her ear, he whispered, “If you are not ready,
ma petite
, you must only say.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she whispered, not seeing Sebastien’s concerned and surprised glance at his wife’s quivering self.

“You are nervous. It is quite natural. You’ve never done anything like this before. It is, how you say, a momentous occasion.”

Even though she still felt nervous, Devvy chuckled against his chest. Pressing her nose into the crisp linen of his shirt, she scented the pure essence of the man. He wore a pair of freshly laundered slacks, the shirt, and nothing, as usual, on his feet.

He looked, felt, and smelled richly casual. A wealthy man in complete control.

The same went with Bastien, who wore a thin silk jumper in a shade of cream that augmented the amber of his eyes. Underneath, a white, V-neck T-shirt peeked out at the throat. His jeans weren’t the thirty-dollar bargains that she herself sported, but five-hundred-dollar, designer gear.

In comparison to her work clothes of a ratty T-shirt and discount jeans, she was sadly underdressed.

A feeling of inadequacy assailed her, but she knew it was her nerves talking. Working against her. Undermining her defenses. It was a voice that sounded just like Miranda Nelson’s. A voice that picked and prodded. A voice that demanded perfection at all times, and Devvy was anything but.

She shivered a little when Alex’s hand slipped further down her spine to roll over the curve of her behind. She pressed her face into his throat and nuzzled slightly. They’d spoken on the phone, but she’d refused to visit him these last few days. On principle.

It was good to simply breathe him in and realize how much she’d missed him. How deeply he’d entrenched himself in her days, and in the shortest space of time! She recognized at that moment she’d reached the “no going back” part of a relationship. This man was hers now, just like the one behind her was.

Once she got today out of the way, once her nerves were settled, she knew this was the beginning. And the idea thrilled her. Just being with him made her earlier fears dissipate. The rest would go as soon as she saw the two of them together, because now that she was here, she was very confident of that.

He smelled of aftershave and man, as well as soap with a faint hint of O-zone from his lab. A peculiar combination but one that made her tingle nonetheless.

The soft skin of his throat beckoned her lips to press against the sinews and she rubbed them back and forth, feeling daring when they parted and her tongue slipped out to gently swipe across the delicious expanse of recently shaved flesh.

A faint groan escaped him and that sound acted as a trigger. Sebastien was suddenly behind her. Close. So close, she could feel his cock nudging her butt.

He pressed his torso to her back, completely sandwiching her in between the pair of them and just like that, her uncertainties fell away. Her nervousness disappeared.

At front and back, there were two cocks pressing against her with urgency. Active reminders that as inadequate as she might be in her mother’s eyes, a vision she’d brainwashed Devvy into sharing, these two men wanted her. They wanted the unpolished creature who slobbed about in cheap jeans with stained patches on the knees from her work in the garden. The ratty T-shirts that were a few sizes too big, and that were misshapen from over-washing.

She remembered Alex’s reaction to her in a pair of shorts a few days ago.

How the pair of them were reacting now, when she was hardly at her most elegant.

The simple truth of it was that they
got
her.

They clicked with the real woman.

And just the thought had heat flushing through her, with, as Alex himself had said, the acknowledgment of this momentous occasion.

“I want to watch,” she whispered, carefully tilting her head back to rest against Bastien’s shoulder. Her gaze ricocheted between the pair of them. “I need to watch you both together.”

Just saying the words made her heart pump a little harder. When she saw Alex’s devious grin, the wickedly amused slash of his lips at her perverse need to play voyeur, she flicked her finger against his shoulder and said, “Don’t tease!”

The grin disappeared to be replaced by a look of innocence. “I wasn’t!”

She rolled her eyes. “You were so! I know it’s strange to need to see you both, but I’m interested. Intrigued is a better word, I guess.”

Behind her, Sebastien chuckled. “I think we are experiments to be viewed and studied, Alex. Specimens. Does that bother you?”

Alex shook his head, a wide grin on his chops. “Not at all. I’ll willingly dedicate my body to science.”

When Bastien laughed again, Alex stepped back, and the instant he did, Devvy realized how much she’d relied upon him to support her. Her legs jolted, the muscles trembling at his abrupt departure. She had to stiffen her knees and spine to keep herself from falling forward. Not that she needed to worry. Bastien would have caught her if the starch in her joints had completely disintegrated.

Sebastien moved away too, lingering to make sure her legs hadn’t turned into limp spaghetti, but reaching for her hand within seconds. The pair of them followed Alex as he moved away from the elevator, and they all walked down the barren hall, passing the lounge, the lab, and the gym, all to approach the bedroom. All places Devvy had explored frequently during Bastien’s absence. Not that there was a lot to see.

The minute they crossed the threshold, Sebastien squeezed her hand, then released her fingers. He strode forward, the steps rapid, urgent, filled with need as he neared Alex. From being separate entities, suddenly their arms clung at one another and their torsos smashed together in an effort to be as close as physically possible. Mouths fought, clashed. Lips nipped and caressed. Tongues played and teased.

She’d seen them kiss before, but never like this, because this would have a satisfactory ending for both of them. Before this, they’d kept it relatively innocent. For her benefit. But that was gone now, in the past, and there was an urgency and a need to love one another. That need ratcheted up by the length of time they’d been apart.

Their chests arched back as they began to tear at each other’s shirts. Buttons popped, threads groaned as they were stretched. Alex gripped the hem of Bastien’s sweater, tugging it up, baring the corrugated expanse of muscle. His fingers plied and massaged his abdomen. Sebastien’s own fingers went to work on Alex’s lower back. Those digits had kneaded her flesh, teased and caressed her. And while she was both astounded by the aggressive tenderness—an oxymoron, she knew—Devvy was also energized by the display.

The desire, the lust inherent in this…they’d invited her to see it. They wanted her to be a part of this beautiful madness.

Panting breaths tore them apart and Bastien took the moment to tear at his sweater and T-shirt and practically rip it overhead. She grimaced as the misshapen garment, no longer as pristine as it once was, thanks to Alex’s fumbling fingers, landed on the floor. Bare skin kissed bare skin. Hard, male nipples brushed against hard, male nipples. Cocks, hidden behind slacks, rubbed against each other as their hips jerked back and forth, inciting more need.

The groans they made, the deep, bass sounds echoed through her, down to her very soul. She rested against the doorway, using it as a support, but when their hands went to their belt buckles and fingers tore at zippers, and cocks appeared, weeping heads screaming of their torment as they popped out behind their flies, she slowly sank to the ground. Her body humming with need.

Alex’s hand shot out and he grabbed both their dicks. He made a tight circle with his fist, and the pair of them rocked their hips, forcing their shafts through that tight surround. She just knew the pair of them were imagining fucking her, only the thin membrane between her ass and pussy separating them. The thought had her biting her bottom lip, gnawing on it as desire flushed through her veins.

As lips and teeth clashed, pained grunts escaped them as their lust for one another reached fever pitch. Desire throttled them, she could sense it, and when Sebastien muttered something in French, something to which Alex chuckled, she knew it was the beginning of the end.

Alex pulled away and knelt in front of Sebastien. Devvy’s entire world caved in as he took Bastien’s cock between his lips. She watched in awe as he slurped and swallowed, sank down the shaft, swallowing him whole. She saw the protrusion at his throat as Alex took every inch of him. More pained sounds escaped from Bastien—it was hard to believe that they were pleasure-filled.

His hands wafted inelegantly in the air, clenching and de-clenching. At one point, they reached up to grip his hair, and they tugged as though insanity were a mere breath away. Then one dropped down and fingers pulled and played with Alex’s soft silky locks.

“
Pas plus! Pas plus
! No more!” he shouted when Alex ignored him. He jerked back, forcing Alex into releasing his cock. It glistened, almost purple as it throbbed and quivered an inch away from Alex’s plump, wet lips.

For a second, he hovered there and Devvy knew her husband was trying to regain control. Then he strode over to the bed and pulled out the tray Alex kept under the mattress. It nearly shot out across the floor in his haste, and he swore a litany of curses as it slid over to Devvy’s side of the room.

His steps were measured, slow. He was fighting for control and winning. He bent down, and amid the paraphernalia Alex kept on the tray, he grabbed the lube. As he drizzled it over his shaft, ensuring every part of him was wet with the solution, his eyes caught hers. Fire fought fire. Her eyelids fluttered down to half-mast at the hunger in his face.

At that moment, she could have stepped in. Asked to play a part in this. She chose not to. Intent on seeing the pair of them together without her interference. It almost killed her to stay back, every part of her singing with the desire to be at the center of both men’s attention. The prudish creature of before disappearing in the face of such glory. She forced herself to remain silent and realized, when Sebastien nodded at her, he’d been checking in. Even at that intense moment, he’d wanted to make sure she was okay, that she was with them, not freaking out.

Somehow that made it harder to stay quiet. Alex had once told her that she had power over Bastien, and it was only now she realized he was right. She mattered to her husband. She was important.

With his cock sopping wet from lube, he returned to Alex’s side, grabbed him by the arms and with a force that shocked her, pushed him onto the bed. Alex laughed, the sound light, carefree. A sound she knew was rare. Something that only escaped him when he was in Bastien’s company. And now hers.

Bastien forcibly turned Alex over onto his belly and dragged his jeans down to his ankles. He stood to the side so she could watch as he poured lube down the crack of Alex’s ass. She watched as the pucker tensed and released, Alex’s hiss telling her how cold it was, and how very much it aroused him.

Sebastien’s fingers prodded and thrust deep, fucking him with the elegant digits. Alex had spread his legs slightly for balance, but Bastien kicked them closed. There was little play, because she could tell both men were on the edge. Soon, Bastien’s body was in the way, but she heard Alex’s small cry as he was penetrated, the low groan as Bastien’s cock forged deep, and she herself knew how that felt. Knew how intense a feeling that was. Something that almost made every part of her scream with need of her own.

Bastien’s hips shuttled back and forth, his butt clenching as he began to fuck the man that both he and his wife had taken for a lover.

Alex’s grunts and moans were a song of their very own. A song that made Devvy stand on trembling knees, every step difficult to take as she neared them. Her muscles were weak, quivering as she forced herself to move around the bed. She climbed up onto the mattress to watch them from the front.

Her husband’s face, beautiful as always, was filled with the pleasurable pain that only sex could bring. Alex’s eyes were clenched shut, his mouth working as ecstasy ripped him in two. He kept on shaking his head as though physically rejecting how good his lover was making him feel. As though it weren’t possible to feel so much.

She continued crawling forward until her breath brushed his lips, and only then did his eyes pop open. There was a dazedness to those luscious amethyst orbs. When he realized she was there, inches between them, a hair’s breadth between their mouths, flames suddenly shot into the striations of his eyes. As beautiful as they always were, at that moment, they seemed iridescent with color.

She caught his gasp with her mouth and tongue. Forging a path of her own in his mouth. She refused to close her eyes, as she wanted to see everything, didn’t want to miss a second. And as she looked up and saw Bastien watching her, a look of pride and intense relief on his face at her acceptance of what was happening, the feeling she’d known would come when she was with these two appeared.