Ménage Material [La Belle sans la Bete Ménages] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (35 page)

Now, tears really did gather at the corner of his eyes. The need to come was inches away. His climax of the previous night seemed to have occurred a lifetime ago. His balls throbbed, pulling tight into his body with the need for release. When a callused pair of hands fondled them, before grabbing them and twisting roughly, an embarrassing whimper escaped from him.

“Now, now,” Alexei cautioned. “Not so fast, Bastien.” To Devvy, he said, “Don’t let him come too soon,
mignonne.
”

She pulled away from his shaft with a breathy moan.

“If he needs to cum as badly as I do, then you’re being cruel, Alex,” she told him, her voice high.

“Soothe the ache,
petite.
You’re more than welcome to some pleasure. Bastien needs a little punishment,
non
? After all his secrets, he can wait a while longer. It might teach him to be more honest with his lovers!”

Devvy chuckled breathily at Alexei’s pithy remark. She climbed higher up Bastien’s lap and settled herself so her pussy was an inch away from his cock.

He grunted at the sensation of heat gathered just a few centimeters away and groaned as her hand captured him.

He prayed for the silken cunt that had pleasured him so often during his marriage. Instead, she tortured him. Sliding his cock through the clinging lips of her sex, using his cockhead instead of her fingers to rub her clit. Her panting breaths increased his torture as she used his dick to get herself off.

The sounds reverberated around the room. They were pleasure-filled and so beautiful because of it.

It amazed him that such a dire start to the day had led to this, but he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He let Devvy “punish” him for his secrecy. Hell, it was the least he deserved. Not that his cock agreed.

Her pussy was slippery with her juices as well as his own. Every time she tapped the glans against her clit, or almost breached the gate to her cunt, his heart came close to stopping.

How long she teased him and herself, he didn’t know. Only when his breaths had turned into heavy gulps did he contemplate saying something. Then, Alexei moved. Their lover had been quite content to kneel on the bed, hand on his cock, desultorily stroking himself as he watched Devvy tease Bastien.

Almost as though he sensed Bastien’s surrender, Alexei moved. Within seconds, Bastien had a cock in his mouth. The shaft’s length hit the back of his throat before he could even say, “Please!” And Bastien greedily gobbled the throbbing cock. Sucking and licking, pleasuring and torturing with little nips, hard sucks and flicks of his tongue.

For a minute, he was distracted. Then, Devvy moved.

He felt his cock head at her cunt, felt the glorious pressure as she struggled to accept his girth. The amount of times he’d almost come from that alone, her body’s acceptance of him, was a joke. That tight pressure had him closing his eyes and grunting as she worked herself on him, slowly impaling herself on his cock.

Her frustrated cries and high mewls told their own tale. She had little patience, did Devvy. It was usually why he was in control of penetration. The few times she’d ridden him, she’d managed to burst into tears before she’d managed to get his cock inside her. This time wasn’t much different.

With implosion imminent, it was with relief that her cunt finally accepted him. She slid down, taking all of him in, and crying aloud at the sensation.

His groan vibrated along Alexei’s shaft, causing him to cry out too.

The sounds were a delicious accompaniment to the sexual tableau occurring on the bed.

His eyes were closed, the bright light of the morning making them ache. But blindness just enhanced all of his other senses.

His ears rang with the sounds of their pleasure. His nose was filled with the earthy scent of Alexei’s cock, and in the background, the sweet, floral essence of Devvy’s juices teased his sense of smell.

He could taste Alexei’s musk. That unique scent that triggered thousands of memories. Some sexual, some sweet. All loving. The pleasure of those sensory memories made his hands fist. When he released, and pressed his fingers between Devvy’s legs, intent on touching her clit and driving her to madness of a different nature, one that had nothing to do with anger or irritation, he felt the slippery slide of her skin against his. That silk was softer than the robe she wore after her shower. It was sleeker than the softest velvets and more satiny than the most tender of flower petals.

A sudden groan from Alexei dragged him from his thoughts. Combine it with Devvy’s fingers nudging his, their slickness telling him half a tale, he opened his eyes, curious to see why Alexei’s groans had grown deeper, harder.

He saw that Alexei had moved. No longer astride his shoulders, simply fucking his face. Now, he’d toppled over onto his hands and knees, giving him a perfect view of Alexei’s dangling balls and a slender hand moist with her own juices, making mischief with their lover’s butt.

From nowhere, Alexei began to fuck his mouth. His hips bucked, sliding his shaft into Bastien’s throat.

As cum spewed from the tip, Alexei’s groans turned into degenerative grunts, while Devvy milked him for all he was worth.

The panting sounds of Alexei’s endless orgasm combined with the tangy taste of his lover’s cum, had Bastien’s own hips rocking. He fucked Devvy, not waiting for her to once again take control. He slammed his butt into the bed and thrust. She sobbed as he pulled out, then fucked her deeply, going in to the hilt.

Three more thrusts like that and she shrieked, a fourth one combined with her clamped-down muscles, and release poured through him, too.

As ecstasy ricocheted behind his eyes, erasing any and all traces of pain from his head, he grunted with relief. When Alexei finally moved away, taking his cock with him and emptying Bastien’s mouth, he whispered, “I think we’ve discovered another way to get rid of my migraines.”

The comment had Devvy and Alexei sniggering. Bastien was too damned tired to do more than grin.

As his orgasm freed him from the earlier tension, burning away the shadowy memories with fiery-hot blasts of delight, he sank deeply into the bed and allowed himself to relax.

When she lifted her leg and slipped his shaft free from her cunt, a small, nameless sound worked at the back of his throat. It quivered down into a sigh when the two of them curled up either side of him, tucking themselves against his body.

He’d always known that he’d be the foundation of such a relationship. Be it because he was the partner who had brought the trio together, or simply because of his age. But these two were his to love, his to protect.

He’d done a piss-poor job of it by not paying the blackmailer, even though deep down he’d never wanted to pay the ransom. As Devvy had said, that was no way to live a life. Forever waiting for the next demand.

When he had the strength to actually move, sit up and read the headlines, he knew he was ready for whatever hit him.

He had to be. It was his job to safeguard these two.

He sighed at the thought, one that filled him with pleasure rather than irritation. There was nothing else he wanted to do, nowhere else he wanted to be than here. Right at this minute.

When he considered all the euros he had in the hundreds of banks around the world, none if it held any value in comparison to this. The fruition of a long held dream, where reality was sweeter than the original aspiration.

A stubbled jaw rasped against his arm, jerking him from his thoughts. Alexei’s silent nudge made him sigh. “Go on,
cher.
Hit me with it.”

He grunted. “It’s both worse and better than we thought.”

“Straightaway, it’s pretty damned shit. That means there’s definitely something in the papers!” Devvy complained, although she didn’t sound too perturbed. He watched her sit up, noticed the delightful sway of her tits as she moved. His mouth watered, but he pushed the spark of arousal to the sidelines. Now was not the time.

Even if his cock didn’t agree.

It was probably a sign of what this woman did to him. Without even meaning to, she switched his attention from a major calamity and reverted it to herself, and the delight he found in her.

The papers rustled as she read the headlines, and with a sigh, he focused on the article. “Well, I don’t understand all of it.”

Alexei snorted. “I need to enroll you in a French course. Either that, or coerce you with sex to learn it.”

She blew a raspberry. “Some of us can’t walk on water, Saint Alexei!”

“
Enfants, enfants
!” Bastien chided.

Devvy chuckled. “I understood
that!
” She rubbed his leg. “Like I said, I don’t understand the headline, but the picture says it all. Honey, you didn’t have a hope in hell of stopping the blackmailer from releasing this. One of the pictures is from yesterday afternoon. It’s of Alexei and me coming into the house.”

At that, Bastien frowned. He shot up, relieved that the action didn’t have his head pounding, and grabbed the paper.

Ménage Material
read the headline. He grimaced as he sloughed through the text, reading gossip and rumor, all of it libelous.

“You’ll make a pretty penny out of the libel court,” Alex remarked.

“Like we need more money!” Devvy retorted, leaning over to slap her hand down on Alex’s calf.

“You can give it to your favorite charity,” he defended himself. “My foundation is always in need of more donations.”

“One of your better ideas, Alex,” he told him and turned to page three, where more pictures could be found.

There was a picture of “Madame Jacques” entering the building where “Monsieur Ivanov’s” mother lived. Another picture of Sebastien and Alexei at a charity function, stood beside each other as they watched over the event. They’d never hidden their relationship from the press, nor had they made anything public. The shadowy depths of their partnership enabled the papers to form an opinion of their own and create a slant that suited the headline.

“At least they haven’t come out and called you gay, Bastien,” Alexei said. “I mean, that would be a lot worse for Devvy, wouldn’t it?”

Devvy grimaced. “Let me see, I can be painted as the poor wife, having to endure a cheating husband’s affairs. And not just with other women, but
men
! Or I can be a slatternly wife, too greedy just to have the one man in her bed. I need two!” She paused a second, obviously thinking her words through.

The minute she laughed, Bastien felt faint with relief.

She climbed onto her knees and knelt in front of them, bold, proud, and uncaring of her nudity. She clapped her hands in delight. “Oh yes, I far prefer this angle. I can’t wait to hear what my mother has to say.” Devvy grinned. “She can hardly accuse me of being unattractive now, can she? I’ve got two men in my bed!” She rubbed her hands together. “And not just any men. Sebastien Jacques
and
Alexei Ivanov!”

“I think she’s far too happy about this,” Alexei commented wryly.

Bastien shot him a quelling look. “Don’t complain,” he muttered under his breath in French.

Alex shook his head, a wide grin creasing his jaw. “I’m not,” he told him. “Look at her, she’s brimming with confidence.”

“Stop talking in French, you two!” she complained, her head bowed over the papers. “Don’t you know it’s rude?”

“In fairness,
petite
, we can’t always help it,” Bastien told her softly, tugging the second paper from her hands to study its contents.

A La Belle sans la Bête Marriage Or Merger?
read the next headline. The article following this one was far more cautious, not as libelous and damaging, even though they had mentioned the company.

The pictures were the same, although they’d dug up a few from five years ago, when Bastien and Alexei hadn’t exactly separated, but had taken a time out from one another. There was nothing blatant about the image, but Bastien was surrounded by men in a nightclub filled with men and a handful of women. Where the hell they’d managed to get such a photo, he wasn’t entirely sure. That was probably more damning than the other pictures put together!

Alexei, thanks to never going out, was relatively unscathed from the photographic attack. Aside from the pictures of his and Devvy’s visit to his mother’s apartment and their entering
Les Fenêtres
, that was it.

He grimaced at the picture of him in the gay nightclub. “The one time I even go into such a place and some fucker took a photo.”

“Should I be jealous?” Alexei asked, brow cocked as he studied the photo.

“Hardly!” Bastien snapped. “That was the time I went to London, remember? For that conference. The one where, the night before, you decided you needed some space.” He glared at Alex, still affronted by the memory. “Space! God, we’ve never even lived together and he asked me for space,” he complained to Devvy, who merely patted him on the knee.

Alex grunted and reached for the two final papers. He glanced through the articles, looked at the photos, and sighed. “I think we are relatively safe. Although, it’s unusual for each paper to have the same shots of yesterday,
non
? They’re hardly exclusives.”