The Sextet Presents... Bound by Voodoo [Legends] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

“Yeah, but I’d like your cock in my ass even better. Now quit teasing and get to it.” Barrett pushed backward against Miles’s hand, swallowing his finger in the snug tunnel.

Ready to get to it himself, Miles withdrew and guided the head of his dick to Barrett’s entrance. One gentle forward thrust took the crown past the taut ring of muscles. Another put him almost balls deep in the man’s amazing backside.

Barrett groaned. “Fuck, that feels good. Suck me, Winston. I’m about to explode.”

Leaning to kiss Miles hard on the mouth, Win grinned and then knelt in front of Barrett. “Wouldn’t it be hot if Rory came home now and caught us in the act?”

That thought stole Miles’s control, and he pumped in and out of Barrett, savoring the pulsing and clenching of the sphincter around his dick. His balls tightened. “Shut up and blow him, Win.”

Winston’s head disappeared behind Barrett’s thighs. Their moans echoed off the bathroom walls, and Miles fought to hold off his orgasm. Moments later, Barrett let out a yell, sending Miles right after him when Win reached up to grab his nuts. Hot cum shot from Miles’s shaft into the squeezing tunnel and satisfaction roared through his body, even as he lost all control.

Catching his breath, he couldn’t help but notice Winston’s smug expression. A verbal “I told you so” wasn’t necessary. The look said it all, and he was right.

Rory shook her head in an attempt to clear the images of naked and sated Amy and Carl from her mind. They’d obviously found a way to occupy their time while waiting for her to show up and cut them loose.

Must be nice to live out a fantasy.

The chances of getting struck by lightning were greater than the likelihood of her own fantasies coming true.

Climbing out of her car, she slung her purse over her shoulder and aimed for her apartment. If she couldn’t have a hot and sweaty round of sex, at least she’d get to enjoy some spicy enchiladas and good company.

She scuttled up the stairs to the second floor, hurrying along the hallway to follow the smell of chicken and chiles. Pausing at the door, she let out a resigned sigh. She shouldn’t be disappointed to have friends to share a meal and an evening with. Lots of people had no one.

The law of human nature…You always want what you can’t have.

Sliding her key into the lock, she opened the door, prepared to see the guys already eating since she’d taken nearly an hour for her errand. The door swung out of her hand as she stepped into her apartment.

“Come on. We were watching for you.” Barrett led her to the couch, slipping her bag from her grasp. “The movie’s ready to go, Miles is dishing up supper, and Winston’s getting you a glass of wine. Have a seat.”

How could she wish for more when she had such great building mates to look after her? She settled in the spot he indicated.

A pair of beer bottles stood on one end table, and a lone beer occupied the other end table. Winston set a glass of what looked like her favorite merlot on the empty coaster next to the single bottle. “Let me know when you need a refill.”

“Thanks.”

As he sat on the opposite side of her from Barrett, Miles walked into the living room balancing four steaming plates. He offered her a dish of enchiladas. “We have something really decadent planned for dessert.”

“You shouldn’t have gone to all that trouble.”

“No trouble. We’ll let you decide whether you want it or not.” He passed off the other servings to the guys, saving one for himself. A point and a click started the movie, and he sank down onto the floor between hers and Winston’s legs. The musky scent of the surrounding males almost drowned out the aroma of dinner.

Focusing on the TV screen, she cut a bite and shoved it in her mouth, barely tasting the spicy pepper sauce. The only dessert she truly wanted was her three guests naked in her bed. She could do without supper, wine, and the movie if they gave her even the slightest indication they were attracted to her. Decadence would be a trio of horny men ready for sex beyond any of their wildest dreams.

“Rory?” Winston rubbed his palm along her thigh, sending every nerve ending in her body into overdrive. “You in there?”

“Hm?” Her ridiculous imagination had obviously made her brain zone out.

He lifted one eyebrow at her. “The DVD player. It isn’t working right. Have you been having problems with it lately?”

Switching gears, she shifted her gaze back to the television. It glowed bright blue. “I haven’t used it since the last time we had movie night. Two weeks ago?”

“I’ll make sure the cables are all plugged in.” Barrett set his plate on the table as he stood. Striding across the room, he knelt in front of the TV stand and fiddled with the numerous cords. “Everything seems hooked up correctly. How long have you had it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe three or four years?”

“I’m guessing it died. How about we listen to some music instead?”

Miles’s fork clanked against his plate. “Sounds good. I’m not really in the mood to watch a movie anyway.”

“We could play strip poker.” The words were out of Rory’s mouth before they registered in her mind.

Oh. My. God. I didn’t say that.

Barrett grinned at her over his shoulder. “Only if you lose a few hands on purpose. We don’t want to be the only naked ones.”

Both Winston and Miles laughed with him, but the best she could manage was a cough. Surely he was joking. She gulped several swallows of wine to clear her throat. “You could just ask me to undress you know.”

Miles looked up her, his warm brown eyes reminding her of rich milk chocolate. “We could ask, but would you?”

In a flash.

What could she say to keep from having to answer his question? Stuffing another bite in her mouth, she stared down at her plate. Three pairs of eyes watched her. She didn’t have to scan the guys to know. An unscratchable itch was sending tingles up her spine. “You going to turn on some music, Barrett?”

“Sure.” He stood and began humming a classic striptease tune.

Nudging her with his elbow, Winston winked at her. “So, would you?”

Her heart skipped a beat, and every flight instinct reared its feathered head. She shoved more enchilada past her lips.

There! I can’t answer.

“Maybe we need to ask.” Miles lifted her foot, slipping off her shoe. He repeated the action with her left foot and then slid his hand inside her pant leg to caress her calf. “Rory, will you undress for us?”

Sucking in a breath at his question, she choked again, her eyes watering and her throat stinging. Her logical brain chastised her first.

Be careful what you wish for.

Then her pent-up passion and desire told her to rip off her clothes and take advantage of the invitation.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Shouldn’t I take it?

She set her plate on the end table, picking up her wineglass to drain it for courage. Not giving herself time to change her mind, she skimmed her hoodie over her head and reached for the hem of her long-sleeved T-shirt. Her hair flew in her face as she yanked off the top. Next, she stood and unfastened her jeans to shimmy them down over her hips. With a kick, they landed by the pile of her clothing, leaving her in her bra and underwear.

Glancing from wide-eyed Barrett to a gape-mouthed Winston to a lip-licking Miles, she unhooked her triple-D sports bra. None of the guys had ever made her feel self-conscious about her breasts, so she let the straps slide from her shoulders to free her endowments. Without losing a beat, she tucked her thumbs in the side strings of her panties and bent to remove the thong.

As she straightened, she put out her arms and spun in a slow circle. “Yes.”

Each man’s breath had gone from slow and steady to panting. She’d clearly been wrong about Miles’s and Winston’s sexuality.

Barrett crawled on his hands and knees to sit at her feet. “Damn, Rory. You’re so beautiful. And sexy. Holy shit, you’re sexy.”

Miles smiled up at her. “A whole lot of gorgeous to go with sweet and smart.”

Tracing the curve of her hip with his finger, Winston planted a kiss on her rear. “They talk too much. I’d rather show you how beautiful, sexy, and gorgeous you are. Do you mind if I eat your pussy and make you come?”

A flash of heat and wetness between her thighs almost made Rory lose her balance. Were Miles and Barrett going to watch or participate? Did they plan to take turns?

Miles stood, cupping her jaw in his palms. “I’d love to kiss your perfect mouth while Win goes down on you.”

Pushing up to his knees, Barrett cradled her tits in his hands. “These pretty nipples are going to need some attention too.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Swallowing hard, she tried again. “Please tell me you’re serious.”

Miles’s thumb brushed over her lower lip. “We couldn’t be more serious. We want to share you.”

“But you…and Miles…Aren’t you…” His light touch interrupted her train of thought.

He leaned in to press his lips to hers. “Miles, Barrett, and I want to include you in what we have.”

“Barrett, too?”

Can you tell if a man is straight or gay by looking at him? I’m such an idiot. I’ve known bi clients. How could I not have noticed?

Barrett flicked his tongue across her nipple, sending a shudder through her body. “Me, too. I recently discovered the joys of fellatio and anal sex.”

She held in a groan as her uterus contracted. Had she made him bisexual with her voodoo doll play? “I love sucking cock and having my ass fucked, too.”

Easing his hand between her thighs, Winston dipped into her cunt and wiggled his finger. “Will you let one of us love you here? Then we can all make you feel good at the same time.”

A moan escaped, and she locked her knees to keep from melting into a puddle. “You’re going to have a hard time doing that when you’re still dressed.”

Barrett stripped of his shirt in a single graceful movement then started on his pants. “Will you ride me while Miles fucks you from behind? I’m sure Winston would enjoy your lips wrapped around his tasty dick. He loves blow jobs.”

The freedom of hearing her desires spoken aloud and the invasion inside her triggered a sudden wave of pleasure so intense she doubled over as she cried out. Her muscles tightened around Winston’s finger, and he pushed deeper, prolonging the spasms. “Damn, that’s hot, but I still get to give you an orgasm with my mouth.”

Unable to resist the impulse, she hooked her hand around Miles’s head and dragged him close enough to kiss as she grasped Barrett’s now-exposed erection. Thrusting her tongue into Miles’s mouth, she savored his aggressive response, tangling and parrying until she had to pull away for a breath.

Multiple hands eased her back down on the couch, spreading her thighs and pressing her arms above her head. Winston nibbled his way up the inside of her leg, his finger still massaging her G-spot. Barrett traced circles around her nipple, and Miles licked a path from her jaw to her ear. Warm puffs of air heated her skin, and she almost closed her eyes to drown in the pleasure. Only the need to see that her fantasy was coming true kept them open.

Winston withdrew his finger, making her whimper from the loss of sensation. “Who wants a taste before I bury my face in Rory’s pussy?”

Grabbing his wrist, Barrett leaned down to guide the digit into his mouth. With a slow glide, he sucked the finger clean. “Mm. I want more of that later.”

“My turn for a sample.” Miles’s whisper tickled her neck.

Winston coated his finger with her juices again. This time he slipped up and over her clit as he lifted his hand to Miles’s lips, and she wanted nothing more than to pull him into position to repeat the action with his tongue.

Miles lapped the glistening wetness. “Delicious. I can’t wait to go down on you, Rory.”

“I can’t wait for Winston to eat me so I can fuck all of you. And I want to watch what you do to each other.” She’d been imagining Miles and Winston together for months. Would she finally get to see them making love?

“Anything and everything you want.” Grazing a path from her ear to her chin, Miles tipped Barrett’s face up and kissed him, the struggle for control between the men too apparent to miss. They abruptly separated, neither having conceded to the other. “You taste like Rory.”

About to spontaneously combust from the lusty glaze in their eyes, she arched her breasts toward Barrett. “Call me greedy, but I want another orgasm
now
.”

Without even a hint of teasing, he sucked on her nipple, tonguing the tip into a hard pebble and sending a zing of electricity straight to her cunt. His thumb flicked back and forth across the other one, and she shook from the current zipping through her nerve endings.

A moment later, warm breath caressed her labia, immediately followed by the slow glide of Winston’s tongue from her vagina to her clit. He fluttered over the sensitive nub, taking her higher.

Miles closed the distance between her mouth and his, and he dove through her parted lips to mimic the invasion she craved. The triple assault proved more than enough to chase her to the edge of bliss again. Every cell in her body exploded with sensual pleasure, and she screamed.