Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (15 page)

“Tie her hands to the chair,” Logan ordered.

She tensed remembering their conversation about bondage.

“Don’t worry, your legs will be free, not that you’ll want to kick anyone away.” She heard the humor in his otherwise lust-thickened voice.

She bit her bottom lip with a sudden bout of worry as her wrists were lashed to the chair.

“That’s it, baby. Let them tie you down.”

She couldn’t believe how hard she creamed at his soothing tone of approval. When she tried to move her wrists, she realized that if she pulled really hard, she’d be free. She decided not to. If Logan got turned on by watching her arms restrained, then that was all that mattered. She was here to please. All of them.

Calloused hands nestled upon her thighs and without warning two sets of mouths nestled over her breasts, warm, moist lips taking her nipples hostage, making her moan at the delightful sensations zipping through her body. Wow! She hadn’t expected this!

A hand cupped her pussy, hot and heavy, and once again she tensed, her senses raw and alert, wondering what was going to happen next. The pressure of a palm increased, and whoever touched her there began a slow, erotic grinding motion against her clit. The touches had her breathing faster and creaming harder. She leaned her head back and turned her face to find Logan’s mouth. He kissed her, his lips dominant and confident.

Once again, the men touched her skin, fingers exploring her every crevice as they massaged and caressed. Shock waves of wonder snapped through her like live wires. She’d never been touched by so many hands before. So many men. Incredible sensations lashed at her and she was suddenly just a body enjoying pleasure. A blank mind. Nothing else existed but their touches, their mouths, their teeth biting her nipples, tongues lashing and licking her breasts. A firm, hot palm grinding against her pussy.

She felt someone’s hands in her hair. Logan’s kiss intensified. The palm left her pussy. The mouths abandoned her breasts.

She heard the rip of foil. Condom. Thankfully, they were thinking. Anticipation raced through her as a sheathed cock nudged against her vagina. The hands in her hair tightened some more. Logan’s kiss intensified. His tongue slid into her mouth, dueling with hers. It seemed as if Logan wanted to make sure that she knew he was here for her. That despite someone else about to fuck her, he was the main guy. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking on her part, but that’s what she was feeling.

The cock coming into her vagina was big. Understandably a tight fit, due to her ass being impaled on Logan. She whimpered as the pressure built. Felt hard, powerful hands nestling beside her bound wrists on the armchair. She pictured the man bracing himself with his arms so he wouldn’t put his entire weight on her and Logan. As the cock in her pussy withdrew, fire raced through her.

She whimpered into Logan’s mouth, curled her hands into fists, and instinctively arched her hips, accepting more of this man’s solid girth. She wondered which one he was. Cassidy? Or Spencer.

From somewhere nearby, she heard the other one toss more wood on the fire. It was getting really warm in here now with Logan kissing her and the other one fucking her pussy. He started with slow thrusts, and then quickly moved faster with more confident plunges.

Logan stopped his kiss and cried out in protest. But his hands were holding her tight, angling her head a little, and to her shock, she felt hard, smooth flesh press against her lips.

A cock? How in the world?

“Open your mouth for Spencer, sweetness. He’s up on the table beside the sofa, all nice and ready for you,” Logan groaned.

She did as he asked, and her lips stretched wildly to accommodate his hugeness.

“Nod when I hit the back of your throat, baby,” Spencer said in a low, guttural voice. When his thick, smooth cockhead touched the back of her throat, she nodded. She realized he would be wrapping his hand around his cock at one point, ensuring he didn’t go too far in. That thought totally relaxed her. She knew they were thinking about not hurting her, and finally, she allowed trust to melt through her.

She would enjoy this and not doubt them. She would accept what they did to her. This was good.

And, as if her body sensed her mind accepting, she exploded into a fantastic orgasm. Her mind shattered, and she moaned around Spencer’s plunging cock as he pistoned into her mouth and Cassidy fucked her pussy. Beneath her, Logan moaned as she bucked and gyrated, eagerly accepting Spencer’s and Cassidy’s thrusts.

“That’s it, baby. Go with it,” he said between gritted teeth.

He said other words in a soothing tone, but she was oblivious. She was arching her hips, tightening her legs as she opened herself up more for Spencer.

“Fuck, yeah,” she heard Spencer growl. His thrusts became faster, more powerful.

Beneath her, Logan’s cock pulsed and tightened and she realized Spencer’s pounding onto her pussy was causing some sort of friction for Logan, too.

Cassidy drove his condom-covered cock into her mouth, pistoning into her in the same fast and confident rhythm as Spencer. Having three cocks inside her encouraged her to go wild. She thrashed beneath them and simply gave in to her instincts. Became lost in her senses as a female, a woman being made love to by three strangers.

Spencer kept up his hard bucks, powering into her. His strong hips pounded against her hips as he stroked his long, thick cock in and out of her. She heard the slurp of her juices as he pistoned. Heard all three men moaning and groaning as they fucked her.

She grew heady and hot. Her lips felt swollen from Cassidy’s swift plunges. Her tongue grew tired as she continued licking underneath Cassidy’s cock and suctioned her mouth tighter and tighter every time he plunged into her. Then he gave out a strangled groan, and she felt his cock swell and tighten against her tongue. Felt the condom begin to bulge as it filled with his heated release and then he withdrew.

Suddenly the blindfold was ripped away and she opened her eyes to see Cassidy’s naked form move away from the table beside the armchair. She turned her head and watched Spencer as he continued to thrust into her. His eyes were closed and pure, raw pleasure wrenched his face. Her tummy hollowed out at the sight that a man could look so erotic while he fucked her.

“Hey, babe, kiss me. I miss you,” Logan moaned and she angled her head so their lips melted together again.

Spencer’s thrusts increased, and she could feel his lower half tightening against her widespread legs. Logan’s lips pressed harder into her, and his body also tightened as Spencer’s pistoning became more powerful. Within seconds, both men’s cocks seemed to thicken inside her and they cried out in their heated release.

She was drained, her body covered in a sheen of perspiration. Aside from heavy breathing, the crackling of the fire and someone getting dressed, the silence in the room was overpowering.

“Make a bath for her,” she heard Logan say as Spencer withdrew from her. Someone untied her wrists, but she was too tired to move her hands or keep her eyes open. She must have drifted off because she didn’t remember being removed from Logan, and when she came to, she was being carried in a pair of strong arms. Instinctively she knew he wasn’t Logan. He didn’t smell like him, but from the tender way he held her, she knew she was safe and snuggled up against a strong, hot, naked chest.

“Where are you taking me?” she mumbled sleepily, not wanting to open her eyes. Not wanting to know who was carrying her. Oh, heck, who was she kidding? She was feeling all embarrassed now that she’d had sex with three strangers.

“Getting you a nice hot bath,” the gruff male voice she recognized as Spencer said. Yes, the beauty of having a solar-heated water tank. Always hot water for a bath after her clients visited. In this case, three clients. Wowsa!

Balmy steam curled around her as they entered the bathroom. She smiled, feeling giddy and sexually satisfied and oh-so-pleasantly sore, yet unpleasantly sticky between her thighs and ass as he gently lowered her into the water. To her surprise, little bubbles snapped and burst and caressed her sensitive ass and pussy.

The lavender scent of her favorite bubble bath, one that she hadn’t used since the Catastrophe, wafted up from the steam, and for a split second, Teyla thought of the man placing her in the tub as being Logan. Logan as her husband and they were about to enjoy a bath together.

That lovely thought disintegrated as the warm water whispered over her flesh and her eyes snapped open to gaze straight into Spencer’s dark green eyes.

Wow, he certainly did have the nicest color of eyes, she thought as he tenderly set her into the tub. And damned if her face didn’t feel way too hot as another shot of embarrassment whipped through her. This man, this complete stranger, and his friend, as well as Logan, had just fucked her. And now he’d lowered her naked body into a tub of water and maybe even wanted more sex. She was tired. Kind of, anyways, and suddenly she wished she could just sink her head into the froth of bubbles and not come up until he was gone.

“Okay, so what are you doing with my woman?” Logan’s voice echoed from the doorway.

To her surprise, Teyla sighed in relief at having Logan nearby. Not that she didn’t not like this guy. She just didn’t know him. It felt awkward, and she wondered where the other one had gotten off to.

“Hey, I thought we were sharing,” Spencer grinned down at her and winked. He looked so sexy and friendly when he did that, and Teyla instinctively realized this guy would never harm her.

“She’s too pretty to share. Now get out. I’m feeling like a bath myself.”

“Looks like room enough for three in the tub,” Spencer replied as he unfolded his tall body and stood.

My, oh, my, he was a tall one
. Even taller than Logan, Teyla realized as she looked up at the giant of a man.

Logan ignored his comment, his gaze snapping to hers and holding it.

“You stay there. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Her heart thumped with wicked anticipation as both men left the bathroom. Logan had called her pretty. Too pretty to share. A giddy warmth gushed through her and she chastised herself for thinking such silliness.

He was just being nice. That was all. And maybe wanting to have more sex?

She didn’t have time to contemplate that last thought when the door burst open wider and Logan stepped back in. He carried a tray she recognized as one she kept in her kitchen closet. She spied a wine bottle, two wine glasses, and a small vase of wildflowers.

“Now where in the world did you find those?” She hadn’t seen wildflowers since before the Catastrophe.

“Well, I could take the compliment myself and pretend I ordered them especially for you, but it was Cassidy who found them up in a sheltered field in the next valley on their way over here. He picked them for you. He just didn’t get the chance to give it you, since I told him I wanted more alone time with you.”

Logan wanted more alone time. How sweet. And she wanted some more with him, too.

“I’ll have to thank him for the flowers when I see him.” After the bath. After another romp with Logan. The flowers looked gorgeous. Goldenrods and some purple ones that looked like mini daisies. She didn’t know the name of them, but she knew they were both fall flowers. And it was only June. Crazy weather.

“And this,” he said, holding up the bottle of red wine, which these days must have cost a fortune, and grinned, “is to celebrate your first time in a ménage.”

“A most wonderful time,” she replied truthfully, although her cheeks must be getting so beet red, because they felt awfully toasty with him staring at her the way he was. Like a man who wanted to feast upon her again. Although she’d only known him now for almost twenty-four hours, she already recognized the look of desire and need in his eyes. The look of wanting sex from her. It made her shiver and warm and excited, all wrapped up like a snuggly blanket.

She watched him pour the wine and accepted the glass, giggling.