Powerful Awakening [L.U.S.T. 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (2 page)

“That’s not so wrong.”

How could he say that? Hadn’t he heard what she’d said to Michael before she said the same words to him? “Of course it’s wrong. A woman can’t love two men.”

Michael’s fingers danced up the side of her neck, then slowly followed the same path down again, sending embers of flaming need raining through her system. “Can you live the rest of your life in happiness without one of us?”

Rebecca shook her head. “I can’t imagine living my life without either of you.”

Andrew nipped her earlobe. A quiet moan escaped her as a shiver ran through her clean to her toes. “Then why would you?”

She narrowed her eyes at Michael. “How can he ask me that?”

“The same way I can, should I choose to repeat the question.”

“I love you, Rebecca,” Andrew whispered.

“And I love you.” Michael brushed his lips to the tip of her nose. “How could we ask you to live without either of us when we are not complete men without you?”

“How can I do anything different? I can’t have both of you. It’s not right.”

Andrew’s hands tenderly kneaded her hips. “It is if we say it is.”

She stared at Michael, unable to believe what they were saying, what they were offering. “You would share me? The two of you and me, we would be together?”

“Andrew and I have always shared you, my sweet. You simply did not realize that.” Michael hesitated, then asked the question that sent shivers of astonishment and excitement racing to her toes. “Would you share us?”

“Share you how?”

“With each other.” Andrew let go of her hip, reaching around her to grip Michael’s side. “Michael and I love each another as much as we love you.”

Rebecca slowly angled her head back and up to look at Andrew, certain she hadn’t heard him right. The softness and hope swirling with truth in his eyes told her she hadn’t been mistaken. “You’re lovers?” She looked at Michael again, her head spinning even as an odd sense of happiness filled her.

Michael nodded.

“I suppose that’s something else I hadn’t realized.”

Michael sighed. “I will admit that we have hidden it from you. We did not know how it would make you feel.”

Rebecca thought for a moment. “It makes me feel...right.” It did. Everything she’d perceived to be wrong and improper paled now. It was as if everything was falling into place. Nothing else seemed to matter but the love she felt enveloping her. “And jealous,” she added. “Have the two of you...”

Michael lifted a brow and waited for her to go on. His lips twitched when she started to blush. “Have we what, my sweet?”

“Have you made love? Did you do it without me?”

Andrew laughed. “You
are
jealous.”

“I told you I am. It’s not fair. I love you. I love Michael. You both say you love me and yet you’ve shared a passion together you’ve excluded me from.”

“Would it help if I told you that it has never felt complete because you have not been with us?” Michael asked.

“Some.” Rebecca threaded her fingers through the hairs at Michael’s nape. “It would help more if you show me.”

She saw their gazes meet, felt Andrew’s slight nod, and watched as a pleased grin unfolded on Michael’s lips. His hand glided over the material of her bodice to cover her left breast. Andrew’s hands returned to her hips, his palms framing her sides as they grazed up before pushing between her body and Michael’s to splay on the front of her thighs. His thumbs were barely an inch from her pussy, and lightning bolts of need shot from between her legs, beckoning his fingers to touch.

Michael’s nose bumped hers before he captured her mouth in a kiss that was demanding and possessive and so hot she wondered how the air didn’t sizzle around them. When he wrenched his mouth from hers, she gasped in protest and sheer satisfaction, in a plea for more and a thanks for the toe-curling arousal.

Her vision blurred as her hormones skyrocketed. Michael held her gaze for a meaningful heartbeat, then she watched in awed anticipation as he leaned over her shoulder to kiss Andrew with the same reckless abandon he’d just kissed her. It was savage, a carnal exploration of tongues that fed her building hunger. Needs curled inside her as fire ignited in her core. Her nipple beaded against Michael’s palm and she ground her body against Andrew’s stiff cock pressing into the small of her back.

Andrew broke his kiss with Michael and immediately bent his head to hers. His lips brushed hers in a tender caress, his tongue licking the outline of her mouth before easing its way inside. He tasted sweet and gentle with the lingering primal flavor of the kiss he’d shared with Michael. The taste of her men combined to drive her to a point just short of madness. Who would have thought seeing two men together, seeing
her
men together would be such an incredible turn-on?

“Are you certain you want this now?” Andrew asked against her lips.

She felt him shaking, sensed him struggling to hold onto his control, and marveled at his restraint. She dragged the backs of her fingers down his cheek and smiled. “I want this. I want both of you. Now.”

“You’re a virgin. We don’t want to hurt you.” Even as Andrew spoke, his hands switched places with Michael’s. Andrew’s moved up her front between her body and Michael’s until both of his palms closed over her breasts. Michael’s hands dropped to her hips, gathered the material of her skirt, and bunched it up until she felt the slight chill of Andrew’s breeches through her bloomers.

She understood what Andrew meant. She wasn’t completely naive in the ways of sex. She’d heard women at the local brothel talk and knew there was more than one way, more than one opening where a woman could take a man’s cock.

“The pain won’t last, right?” She thrust her hips forward enough to press her belly more firmly against Michael’s rigid cock.

A low growl rumbled from his throat and his eyes closed to slits as his features tightened with obvious torture. His hands found the waistband of her bloomers and he eased them down her thighs. Andrew’s hands squeezed her breasts and her head fell back on his shoulder, her eyes drifting shut as erotic sensations and darts of fear shimmered through her.

“The pain in your pussy, no.” Andrew’s voice sounded thicker now, strained and deeper than normal. “The pain in your ass, should one of us take you that way tonight, would be worse. Making love to a woman anally takes time and preparation.”

“Then Michael will make love to me while you make love to him.” She felt Michael’s hands still and opened her eyes. “Or the other way around.”

“Are you sure that is what you want, my sweet?”

“Yes. God, yes.” She wanted to feel their hands on her everywhere. She wanted to feel one of their cocks invading her virgin channel, taking away her innocence and bringing her a level of satisfaction she’d only dreamed of. She wanted to watch them make love to one another.

Michael crushed his mouth to hers, his tongue plunging between her lips in a vicious thrust of control and hunger. Her bloomers fell away and her senses scrambled as her men worked together to undress her. Naked, on fire from the inside out, she made a sound she’d never heard herself make. Andrew gently pushed a hand between her legs to find the soft patch of her pubic hair. Michael splayed his hands on her butt cheeks, squeezing and drawing her closer until his groin pressed Andrew’s hand more firmly to her pussy. As Andrew’s fingers slipped between her sodden pussy lips, she realized he was somehow managing to tease the bulge of Michael’s cock even as he played with her cunt.

Juices flowed, pinpoints of pleasure ignited. Rebecca fisted Michael’s hair as Andrew reached farther between her legs and eased a finger into her drenched opening.

Michael’s hands glided over her buttocks, one finger pushing between her butt cheeks to dance over the tight rim of her anus.

She froze and groaned her surprise into his mouth as his tongue overtook hers in a wild dance of passion and possession. Andrew lightly scraped a nail over her sensitized clit and she gasped as he licked a long, narrow path from her neck to her jaw. Michael pulled back a fraction of an inch and then Andrew’s tongue joined theirs.

It was exquisite, a mind-altering fascination that left her so crazed she couldn’t differentiate one sensation from the next. Their tastes combined on her tongue, one silky sweet, the other white hot and demanding. Andrew’s finger wiggled, curved, and pistoned inside her pussy, drawing a low cry from her lips.

Andrew broke the kiss, expelling a quietly rumbling, “Ah, yes,” as he drew back, eyes closed and an expression of total pleasure on his handsome face.

Rebecca realized Michael had turned one hand toward Andrew and was fondling the man’s cock through his pants. Andrew’s finger stilled inside her pussy, but she was too mesmerized by the sight of his pleasure, the feel of Michael stroking him against her rear that she didn’t protest. She wanted to watch and started to tell them so, but before she could utter a word, Andrew pulled his finger free of her opening and stepped back far enough she no longer felt the heat radiating from his body.

Michael’s eyes glinted with amusement. “I believe our lover is reaching the end of his patience.”

Rebecca giggled and glanced at Andrew over her shoulder. “Then perhaps both of you should get naked so we don’t keep him waiting any longer.”

“Perhaps.” Michael smiled, a warm curve of succulent lips, and she felt its effects circle her breasts and stretch to her pussy.

Her gaze followed his hands as he started to strip, revealing a solid chest and corrugated abs so perfect she couldn’t draw her attention away. He shucked his pants down his lean hips and powerful thighs, letting them fall to his ankles before kicking them aside.

Rebecca gulped as her focus landed on his cock, slightly curved, magnificently long, and gloriously thick between his legs. A bead of pre-cum glistened on the slit of his cockhead and she licked her lips, the craving to taste so acute she wasn’t surprised when she heard a growl.

“You’re teasing me and you don’t even know it.” Michael dragged his thumb over her bottom lip as he moved by her, leaving a tingle of fire that traveled straight to her core.

She watched him walk to the bedroom, realized he’d been the one who had growled, not her.

Michael stopped at the doorway to the bedroom, turned, and extended a hand. “Come with me, my sweet.”

Andrew stepped to her side as she turned and she shot a pointed glance down his body. “You’re still dressed.”

“I’ll fix that when we get to the bedroom.” He wound an arm around her waist and guided her toward the bedroom just as Michael disappeared through the doorway.

“And he says I’m teasing and don’t know it,” Rebecca muttered as she followed Michael into the room with Andrew at her side. She found Michael positioned in the center of the bed, his back leaning against the wall. His legs were outstretched and spread wide, his cock long and hard against his flat stomach. He patted the bed between his legs.

Rebecca glanced at Andrew, then took a longer look as he started to undress. Her gaze moved over broad shoulders, a solid chest, ripped abs, and a spectacular cock that made her mouth water anew.

“Rebecca?”

She tore her attention from Andrew at Michael’s summons and walked to the foot of the bed on legs that threatened to buckle. Eagerness warred with apprehension in her system. She felt Andrew watching her and saw Michael’s gaze travel leisurely over every inch of her flesh. Sheer appreciation filled Michael’s eyes and she sensed the same from Andrew. It made her feel empowered, beautiful, and gave her the confidence to be just a little bold.

When Michael’s eyes lifted to hers, she daringly licked her lips, battling the urge to giggle at the low growl that definitely came from him. His stunningly handsome expression grew tortured as she dropped to her hands and knees and began to crawl from the foot of the bed to the spot he’d indicated between his legs.

“I was apparently wrong.” Michael reached for her, lacing his fingers in her hair. “You do know it.”

Rebecca angled her head into his hand, loving the slight twinge of pain as he fisted her hair, and continued to position herself between his legs. “That I’m teasing you? I know it now.”

“He likes it.” Rebecca felt the foot of the bed dip behind her as Andrew crawled onto the edge. “Don’t let him tell you he doesn’t.”

“Oh, I do.” Michael pulled her face to his, bit her bottom lip, then licked the spot before sweeping his tongue into her mouth. “I want you bold, confident, and comfortable enough to tell us what you want.”

“I want you.” Rebecca returned his bite with one of her own, loving the slight tremor she felt move through him at the act. “I want Andrew. I want to watch the two of you. That’s all I desire.”

Michael released his hold on her hair and skimmed his hands down her sides until they settled on her waist.

She shrieked when he lifted her, flipped her over, and folded himself on top of her in a move so swift and practiced she hadn’t seen it coming. He wedged his hips between her legs, spreading her pussy wide as his upper body hovered over hers, his mouth so close she felt his breath fan her lips when he spoke.

“I would rather take my time. I would rather Andrew and I keep you on the edge of release for the next several hours.” He rested his forehead against hers and sighed. “I cannot do it, not this first time. I feel like I will die if I do not get inside you now.”