The Sextet - Sharing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

good, though they both had his hawk-like nose and cleft chin.

Lon shot a warning glance at Sar. “We should not have told her.”

Sar stood with arms crossed, his voice as firm as his stance. “You

may be happy with this life, but I am not.”

“Sorry I brought it up,” Nalira put in. “But do you mean that no

one else has ever questioned you?”

Sar shrugged. “Never.”

Nalira couldn’t imagine anyone not wondering, which meant that

if they always worked as a team, they must have had a lot of hard-

assed clients. Nalira knew the type, and as one who sorted out the

legalities of interpersonal relationships, she’d dealt with a few of that kind herself. Oh, yes, there were plenty of clients who wouldn’t have

made a comment, but then, humanity had never been particularly

humane.

Lon set the tray down on the small dining table next to the bed.

Nalira turned, grimacing as a cramp knifed her beneath the shoulder

blades. “Guess this means I need to get up.”

Sar took her hand and helped her to her feet. Nalira felt her knees

popping, and her lower back went into a spasm as she attempted to

stand. “You’re as young as you feel,” she quipped, “and right now

I’m feeling older than Sarlon.” Shaking her head in disbelief, she

added, “Clones! I still can’t believe that wily old man did this.”

Of course, considering who was involved, the fact that he’d

cloned himself wasn’t too surprising. Sarlon had clawed his way to

the top, running roughshod over anyone in his way, finally amassing

one of the largest fortunes in the galaxy. But cloning? She might not

have been surprised to hear that he had done such a thing, but the act

was criminal, and “bequeathing” them to a hotel to be little better than

servants—no, make that
slaves
—was horrific. After all, tissue cloning worked just as well, and didn’t require killing the host to harvest the

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vital organs.

Nalira was barely aware that she’d been escorted to her seat, but

when Lon placed a napkin in her lap, Sar’s hands landed on her

shoulders with the sizzling heat of a branding iron. Her yelp didn’t

stop him, though, and soon there were tears running down her

cheeks—tears that were wiped away by Lon’s gentle hands. These

two might have been a genetic match for Sarlon, but their

personalities were totally different. Sarlon was the type who would

have laughed at her for crying or told her to suck it up and dry her

own damn tears. These men would never be so unkind. Even their

eyes were different. Both had eyes that were softer, gentler, more

seductive…

Sar leaned down and kissed her on the neck. “You’ll feel better

soon.”

The touch of his lips sent thrills skittering across her skin and

elicited an answering throb from her clitoris. Even if he’d kissed her

there, the response couldn’t have been more immediate, or as

consuming. Nalira dumbly nodded her reply as Lon offered her a

drink, holding the glass for her. “Just sit still and relax,” he said in a voice as soft as velvet. “We’ll take care of you.”

As the meal progressed, the creamy pasta mixed with crab

triggered an orgasm of a different kind, making her wonder what sort

of magic sauce had been added to it. She wasn’t
that
hungry, but, then again, perhaps it had nothing to do with the food—and everything to

do with
them…

* * * *

Sar and Lon had worked together on many women, but Sar could

tell from Lon’s expression as he served her that something different

was happening here. A strong attachment was starting to form—an

almost palpable thread that wove between the three of them, binding

them together. His hands already seemed to know her, almost as

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though they had touched her before and would do so again—many

times. Wishing she had asked for more than dinner and a massage,

Sar wanted to spend the whole night with her, though she was clearly

tired to the point of exhaustion. He could never make the suggestion

himself, but he could—and would—do everything in his power to

make her ask them to stay.

Even her name had intrigued him.
Nalira…
And though older than

he and Lon by at least fifteen years, she was still as lovely as her

name. Many women didn’t take younger men seriously, but Sar had a

feeling Nalira wasn’t one of them, and if she was, he was more than

willing to convince her to give them a try.

He liked the way she looked, the way she felt, and the way she

smelled, but he was dying to get her naked so he could taste her.

Reaching forward, he slid his hands from her shoulders down to her

breasts and began to massage them, taking care to come close to her

nipples, but not touch them. Too much too soon and she might order

them from her room, which was to be avoided at all cost. Still, though

he might not have touched them, he could see their hard peaks

through the pale silk of her blouse and could look down through the

open collar to see that there was nothing beneath it but her—no

chemise, no bra, no nothing. Just hot, fabulous woman.

The muscles in Nalira’s back and shoulders were like hard knots,

and Sar used every technique his clever fingers had learned to release

them, but it was difficult to focus on his task when he was drowning

in her soft scent. The muted sounds she made were enough to remind

him that he was probably hurting her, but he was rewarded when she

finally began to relax—something Sar found impossible to do

himself. Nearly breathless as he anticipated the joy of having his

hands on her while she lay naked on his table, Sar contented himself

with a deep massage of her arms, though his uniform was already

becoming tight in the groin.

When Lon had fed her the last bite of her dinner, Sar took the clip

out of Nalira’s hair and pulled her head back to massage her face. He

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wanted to do it with his cock—wanted to paint her lips with his slick

fluids and then slide into her hot mouth. He loved having women suck

him. It was even better than when Lon did it, and his fellow clone was

very talented.

Lon caught his eye, and he nodded. He watched as Lon pulled his

shirt off over his head, his dark curls escaping to fall against the bare nape of his neck. Sar knew he was essentially watching himself strip,

but that had never bothered him. He was Lon—genetically identical,

perhaps, but a unique entity nonetheless—and he was
hot.

Lon knelt before Nalira, insinuating himself between her legs to

unbutton her blouse while Sar worked on her upturned face. Her eyes

were closed, her expression dreamy. She seemed to hardly notice

what Lon was doing—until he sucked a full, hard nipple into his

mouth.

Her eyes flew open, and Sar bent quickly to stifle her gasp of

dismay with a kiss. She tasted like wine, and Sar delved deeply,

tasting her, devouring her. With a swift downward glance, he saw Lon

suckling her breast, and his cock swelled almost to bursting. Would

she be turned on by watching two men fuck each other? Some women

hated it, but others went absolutely wild.

She offered no resistance as Sar slipped her blouse off her

shoulders, the moist, pink tips of her breasts tantalizing him. Lon had

her skirt pushed up to her hips, revealing her shapely legs as he kissed

his way to the apex of her thighs. Lon liked licking women as much

as he enjoyed sucking men, and in no time at all, he’d left her nipples

behind, had her panties off, and was going for her pussy.

Sar slid his tongue deeply into Nalira’s mouth and began a slow

thrust and withdrawal, fucking her with his tongue. Moaning with

mounting desire, she sucked it hard, and then backed off to flick his

tongue with her own. It was maddeningly erotic, but Sar pulled away,

sighing. “I wish you’d do that to my dick.”

Her voice was deep with passion, but even so, her reply surprised

him. “I will if you’ll put it in my mouth.”

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Needing no further encouragement, Sar pushed off his pants, and

his stiff shaft snapped up, revealing something else that had been

genetically enhanced. He and Lon both had big, beautiful cocks, but

his had a downward curve while Lon’s had a slightly upward bend, an

anatomical variation that made things much more interesting when

they were both inside a woman. The shape had other advantages, too,

as Nalira was about to discover.

“Let’s do it,” he said to Lon. Together, they stood her up,

stripping the clothing from her succulent body before laying her on

the massage table. Sar pulled her to the upper edge, dropped the

headrest to the lowest position, and settled her head in the cushioned

ring. This wasn’t the best position for a massage, but for cocksucking,

the angle was unsurpassed.

Sar teased her lips with the blunt head of his cock, his slick fluid

giving them a wet gloss. When her lips parted at last, Sar slid inside,

the downward bend of his cock following the curve of her throat, his

balls brushing against the upper part of her face. “Suck me, Nalira. I

want to feel your lips and tongue on me.” His eyes lost focus, but he

could still see her graceful neck fully exposed, her lips around his

cock, and her full, round breasts begging to be touched. Lon was

licking her pussy again, his fabulous eyes gazing up at Sar as he

fucked Nalira’s beautiful face. “Mmm…That feels
so
good…”

* * * *

Lon could never decide which was better, sucking cock or eating a

hot, wet woman. They were both good, but in different ways. He

could shove his tongue, fingers, or cock into a pussy, while a cock

would fill his mouth, his hands, or his ass. With respect to his own

cock, he liked putting it in any tight, wet place he could find. Sar was

a great cocksucker, but one of Lon’s favorite things was gazing at Sar,

panting and sated, after he’d pumped his ass full of cream—the mere

sight made him want go again, and again, and again…

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Deciding the time was right to discover whether or not Nalira

liked the idea of bisexual men, Lon crawled up over her and pulled

Sar’s dick out of her mouth. “Your pussy tastes like candy, but now

it’s my turn to suck some cock,” he whispered. “You can suck his

nuts.”

Nalira let out a groan, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her

voice was barely a whimper. “You guys are so hot I can hardly stand

it.”

“So are you,” Lon said. And she was. Her thick, dark hair fell in

seductive waves, and her deep brown eyes were glazed with passion.

Best of all was her big, round ass, followed by those gorgeous tits.

Lon had enjoyed suckling them, making his already stiff cock turn to

steel.

Sar’s balls dangled enticingly against Nalira’s face. Lon scooped

them up with a loving hand and eased them into her mouth. Then,

with a moan of pure pleasure, he licked his lips and swallowed Sar’s

penis. Lon loved having Sar’s hard, pulsating cock in his mouth,

delighting in the feel of every vein, every contour—things his ass

couldn’t identify.

With their dual assault on him, Sar was coming completely

unglued. Lon knew that all he needed was a finger in his butt and he’d

come like a fountain. Reaching for the massage oil, he took Nalira’s

hand. Coating her fingers with oil, he gave her a quick thumbs-up.

Her eyes widened, but the message was clear.

Reaching between Sar’s legs, she probed his ass and slowly

worked her fingertip inside. Sar’s next breath was more of a hiss as

Nalira began a steady push, followed by a slow, sensuous withdrawal.

She’d either done this before or had someone work on her, because, if

Sar’s reaction was any indication, she seemed to know
exactly
what she was doing.

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Nalira had never been with a man who liked his ass messed with,

but then, she’d never seen a man suck cock before, either, and had no

idea it would have such an overpowering effect on her. Her nipples

were tight and tingling, and her clit was still thrumming from the

sucking Lon had given it, but there was more to her arousal than mere

physical stimulation could provide. She was on the threshold of

climax from the visual imagery alone.

Nalira had only ordered dinner and a massage, but this was easily

the most exciting thing she’d ever done in her life. Harku was

completely forgotten as she sucked Sar’s hot, young nuts, knowing

that if Lon was anywhere near as talented with cock as he was with

pussy, Sar wouldn’t last long. Delighting in the feel of his balls in her mouth, she ran her tongue over the smooth surface as her body

contracted in orgasm after orgasm. She felt his climax building, heard

his swift intake of air and the sound of his voice as he groaned, “I’m

gonna come in your mouth.”

The tight grip of his anus on her finger and the way his testicles