The Sextet - Sharing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (24 page)

You do ride astride, don’t you?”

Anna couldn’t stop laughing. “I prefer to sit astride, especially on

a long…hard ride.”

“Then mount up, my love, and hang on tight.”

“I’ll help you into the saddle, darling,” Connor said, scooping her

up in his arms. He lifted her onto the bed and helped settle her on her

knees, straddling Devon’s hips with her pussy poised over Devon’s

cock.

Anticipating what she wanted, what her body demanded, Anna

leaned forward and began to rub her breasts back and forth over

Devon’s face, periodically hesitating just long enough for him to

catch one of her nipples in his mouth. Small, breathy gasps stole from

her throat, and lightning bolts of desire sent sizzling currents racing

through her body as he sucked and tugged on her nipple with his

teeth. Closing her eyes, she slowly lowered her hips until she felt the

head of his cock pressing against her pussy.

“It’s time to ride, Anna,” Devon breathed, his voice sounding

husky with anticipation. “Don’t forget to post energetically.”

Reaching between her legs, Devon spread the lips of her pussy

open with one hand and, holding his cock in his other hand, stroked

back and forth, tantalizing her but not letting it slip into her cunny.

Anna loved the way his penis felt sliding between the swollen,

sensitive, and wet lips of her pussy. Her pulse raced faster and faster

and faster each time the large head of his cock hesitated for a moment

at her hole. Her pussy was soon quivering, fired by her excitement

and eagerness to be filled with Devon’s cock.

She tipped her hips forward another fraction, and this time the

broad head of his penis slipped a fraction of an inch into her pussy.

Barely able to catch her breath, she whispered, “Yes, yes, fill me,

Devon. My pussy has missed you so much. Fuck me.”

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Devon began to lightly rub the tip of his middle finger over her

engorged clitty as he raised his hips and inched his prick deeper and

deeper inside her. “You’re so wet, so tight, so ready for love,” he

breathed, beginning to drive his cock in and out of her in long, slow

strokes, completely filling her with each thrust.

As her pussy stretched to accommodate his length and breadth,

Anna gripped Devon’s shoulders, and with each thrust he made, she

arched her hips and drove her pussy down to meet him. She kept pace

with his cadence, riding each plunge and retreat of his cock. He pulled

her closer until she almost lay fully against him, feeling his cock

probe deeper and deeper.

“Yes, Anna, ride him,” Connor urged. “I want to see his big prick

sliding into your beautiful pussy. I want to watch your face as you

take every inch of him over and over again. I want to see your sweet

juice make his prick all shiny and wet.”

Suddenly Anna realized that Connor had stepped behind her. She

felt his hands, slick with fragrant almond oil, glide over her skin and

raise a field of gooseflesh all over her body. She gasped as he touched

her small, tight hole, and slowly slipped one finger and then a second

into her, the slick oil easing the way. She took a deep breath and

relaxed her muscles, allowing the wonderful sensations to possess her.

She felt Devon’s cock throb deep in her pussy, and she moaned, the

uncomfortable pain turning to pleasure, as Connor’s fingers began to

stroke her, pushing deep, deeper and coating her inside with oil.

Connor slowly slid his fingers out of her and Anna could feel him

move even closer until the tip of his cock was touching her nether

entrance. Burning with a wildfire of excitement, Anna could barely

breathe. “Just the touch of your cock feels so…wonderful.” She

moved her hips, impatient for what she knew was going to happen

next. Every nerve in her body was alive and blazed with wanton heat.

With every movement she made, she felt Devon’s penis rubbing

inside her pussy and Connor’s cock touching her nether hole, hard

and eager to fill her. Almost overwhelmed by being surrounded by

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hot and solid male flesh, Anna thought she would lose her sanity with

joy.
Is this really happening? Or am I dreaming the most wonderful

dream of my life?
“Don’t stop, I want both of you to love me.”

“Don’t worry, precious,” Devon whispered, sweeping his tongue

across her lips. “Relax, sweetlin’, relax and feel the splendor of every

sensation. You are about to know more love than you ever imagined

possible.” He wrapped his arms around her, moved his hands lower,

and spread her buttock cheeks apart. “You may feel a little pain at

first, but it will soon go away. Just let your body relax.”

She had never felt such heat, such wanting, and such passion.

Every sensation was so much more than she had ever experienced

before.
I want to come with both of them inside me…but can I survive

the ecstasy?

“We love you, Anna,” Connor said softly. “Our love may be

unique, but it is a perfect love that will bind us together, always.”

Devon lightly pinched her clitty and kissed her, caressing her

tongue with his own, as Connor pressed the head of his cock against

her oiled virgin hole.

At first Anna only felt the pressure of his cock, and then she

realized that the head of his penis had slipped inside. Her first reflex

was to hold her breath but her hungry body had other demands, and

she relaxed and drew a deep, calming breath. “More, please, give me

more, Connor. Give me all of your cock.”

She felt another drizzle of almond oil touch her and immediately,

Connor’s cock slid up inside her. An involuntary gasp rushed past her

lips. She had never felt such intense, yet wonderful, pressure and

pleasure. She moaned again as Connor began to move, slipping his

cock deeper in and out of her, his balls slapping against her. Her

moans turned into excited cries as Devon began to match his brother’s

thrusts, and both cocks pistoned in and out of her pussy in unison.

There was no sane thinking at this point and she rode the exquisite

sensations that grew more and more urgent, demanding that she give

her body the release she had held at bay for over an hour.

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“I can’t wait…any more,” she whimpered. “I’m going to

come…now.” She felt Devon’s cock swell in reply, and before the

muscles in her pussy began to spasm, she felt Connor ram his strongly

throbbing cock deeper into her.

The exquisite little ripples began somewhere deep inside Anna’s

belly. They quickly grew into uncontrollable tremors and spread

throughout her body, becoming more and more intense, igniting a

blaze that grew and grew until she thought she would explode into

millions of brilliant, glowing pieces. Clutching the bed linens on

either side of Devon’s head, she arched her back, impaling herself

further onto both hard cocks in her body, and let herself soar. “Now,

now…come…together!”

Wave after wave of intense pleasure burst throughout her body,

propelling her out of reality and into paradise.

At some time, either seconds or minutes, maybe even an hour

later, cradled in bed between her two lovers, Anna breathed a simple

oath,
“Tous pour un, un pour tous.”

THE END

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Ginger O’Brien has spent most of her alternate writing life

penning award-winning paranormal and romantic suspense romances

for a major New York publisher. Always eager to set out on new and

exciting ventures, she is thrilled to now be writing for Siren

Publishing and exploring the wonderful varied facets of love and

desire. Not one to just dabble in her many interests, Ginger has been a

professional entertainer, has raised and shown champion horses, and

is a galleried artist. As long as her muses continue to tempt her with

new heroes, heroines, and new stories to tell about their intimate

relationships, she will gladly share them all with you.

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Annie Morgan

DEDICATION

To Brent, for love, understanding and too many other things to list

here.

To my critique groups. You guys keep me on track more than you

know.

Thanks to the rest of The Sextet, the best group of writing partners

a girl could hope for.

Chapter 1

“You want what?”

She’d finally done it. Here amidst the usual Friday night

controlled mayhem of their favorite bar, Jennifer Delaney had

surprised the unflappable Special Forces sniper team.

Jen snickered. “Did you, or did you not, offer me anything I want

for my birthday that you have the ability to give me?”

“Well, yeah, but I thought you’d pick something like dinner at that

swanky Italian place you’re always talkin’ about.” Trey’s Texas

twang thickened as he fidgeted with his beer mug.

“Umm, dinner at Bella Luna would be wonderful, guys.”
And a

helluva lot safer on my heart.
“But that’s not what I chose.”

“I had you figured for one of those spa days your friend Cindy’s

always going on and on about.” Wil’s blue-gray gaze still darted

around the room, looking at everything but her.

What if she’d misjudged…? No, she was off the porch now. Time

to run with the big dogs.

“Those are great ideas. But I want a night with you both for my

birthday. You and Trey. Naked with me. In bed. All night long.”

Trey pushed back his Stetson, bringing his emerald eyes into

view. “Be careful what you ask for, Jenny. Are you certain you can

handle both of us?”

“Certain I wanna try.”

Jen still wasn’t sure where she’d found the nerve to make the

request. The guys had asked her a week ago, sitting right here at this

very table at Charlie Mike’s. Seven days from now would be her

twenty-ninth birthday, and they’d offered her anything she wanted.

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And she wanted them. Both.

“So, fellas, what’s it gonna be? Yes? Or no?”

Wil leaned forward against the back of his turned-around chair

and glanced over at Trey. The men could communicate more with

silent glances than most could in hours of conversation. Trey cocked

one blond brow, and Wil slowly nodded.

It was Trey who answered her. “Then you’d better be ready.

You’ll get your night with both of us. But it’s for damned sure gonna

be on our terms.”

A shiver raced up her spine. She stared across the table at her two

friends. In that moment, she could see a laser intensity in the emerald

and sapphire gazes. These men had coolly taken out targets, both man

and machine, at hundreds of yards. Now she’d asked for them to

focus that intensity directly on her. Had she made the biggest mistake

of her life? Could she hold up to these two together?

Jen lifted her margarita glass. Trey’s mug and then Wil’s joined it

with a soft clink.

“Take your best shot, boys.”

* * * *

Two days later

Trey peered through the precision optics of his rifle scope to

where the fine crosshairs met in the center of his field of view.

“Target acquired.” He slowed his breathing, and he could swear even

his heart rate matched the cadence.

“Send it.”

At Wil’s terse instruction, Trey let out a breath. Before drawing in

another, his finger slowly tightened against the trigger of the .50-

caliber weapon. Even as he felt the recoil, he could see the distortion

of the air as the projectile sped toward its target.

“Hit.” The range master called out the results. “Team two, clear

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your weapon and turn in your results.”

Trey worked the bolt without chambering another round. Glancing

back over his right shoulder, he asked, “How’d we do?”

“Only Kelly and Daniels can even hope to beat our score.” Wil

began packing away the spotting scope.

Trey levered himself up from where he’d stretched out prone to

make the final shot of the day. “Not today, they can’t.” He picked up

the heavy rifle to carry it back to its case.

After checking their weapons back into the team locker, both

headed to the parking lot. Wil’s Jeep sat parked alongside Trey’s

vintage Challenger.

“She should be getting off shift right about now.”

Trey glanced at his watch. “Perfect timing.” He pulled the cell

phone from his shirt pocket. “You left the envelope for her this

morning?”

“Taped it to the steering wheel of her truck at oh-six hundred. She

really should lock it at night.”

Trey was certain Jen had locked her truck. Just as he knew no lock

would stop Wil.

“Time for step two.” Trey hit the speed dial number for her cell.

He heard one ring, and then another.

“What are you two guys up─”

He could just imagine the confusion in her hazel eyes. “Be quiet

and listen.” He shot Wil a conspiratorial wink. “This morning, you

were given two-hundred dollars. We expect you to use it on lingerie