Ménage Material [La Belle sans la Bete Ménages] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (13 page)

She’d have liked to have asked them to make each other cum, but her confidence wasn’t ready for that move. Instead, she’d watched them kiss and once, Bastien had grabbed Alex’s cock through his jeans and jerked him off a little. To her disappointment, Alexei had stopped him and shoved his hand away, instead pushing it down her panties and urging him to get her off.

It was amazing how one could be sexually replete yet still need. She could only imagine how Alex was feeling, and it was the thought of how he must indeed be feeling that had her moving upright and onto her knees. She crawled to his side before lifting a leg and settling herself astride him. Low down at mid-thigh level.

Their eyes clashed. Her new position and his slouched one meant that she looked down on him. Subjectively, she knew it meant nothing. But that didn’t stop her feeling as though she was in control.

Swallowing at the thought, she forced herself to calm down. A few deep breaths and she was ready as she’d ever be. Her hands moved forward, almost of their own accord, and she reached for his belt buckle. His own snapped down to catch hers and he murmured, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Devvy.”

The very lack of pressure worked against her. Maybe she was being difficult, but she wanted him to roll her over and take control. Make the decision for her. And it was for that reason, she knew he wouldn’t. That would be for next time. Just this once, he would let her take each step for herself with no coercion.

Even though she wished differently, it asserted once again that if there was another man for her out there, besides Bastien, it was definitely Alex.

“I want this.” She wet her lips. “You’ve no idea how much. I wanted you that first day. Badly. But it was a lot to come to terms with. Going from rejecting the entire thing to wanting it in the space of twelve hours…I had to be sure, and now I am.”

“As long as you’re ready,
chérie,
” he rasped, his voice guttural as she went to work on his belt buckle, shoving his hands out of the way.

“I am.”

The certainty in her voice had relief washing over his features. That tension was replaced with need. Need for her.

The thought made her feel like a kid in a candy store, and as quickly as her hands would work, she pulled off his belt and threw it on the floor. The buckle jangled as it connected with the carpet. She ignored it, kept her focus on his fly. The stubborn ass thing wouldn’t budge an inch, and as her exasperation grew with each failed, fumbling attempt, she had to force herself to stop, take a few cleansing breaths to calm herself down, and keeping her eyes away from Alex—just in case, and she highly doubted it, he was smiling—she managed to work the zipper down.

His cock was reassuringly hard regardless of her miserable fumbling, and as it popped out to say hello, she felt her mouth water at the sight of it. It was the first time she’d seen it. The pair of them had remained fully clothed for the last two weeks, while she’d been in various states of undress. Sebastien hadn’t even fucked her at home. She’d orgasmed more times than she could count yet she was ravenous for this. She needed Alex inside her. Deep.

His cock was different to Bastien’s, who had an extremely thick and medium-length shaft. Sometimes, as he worked his way into her, filling her with his width, it was borderline uncomfortable. He seemed to spread apart her tissues and make them sit up and wave. The very thickness always had her pussy lips spreading and baring her clit, making it pop out of the hood.

Alex’s was thinner but longer. She knew, just knew, he’d fit perfectly in her ass. She could almost feel it. Sebastien in her pussy, Alex in her butt. Both of them touching places the other couldn’t, and each of them driving her insane with want and need.

Her hand shot out to grab his cock and as she clenched down, both of them groaned. Deep inside, everything turned to hot mush, whereas Alex’s corrugated belly clenched down. She could see it through his shirt.

She dragged her hand up and down his shaft, glorying in the silky sensation and the faint beads of pre-cum that had started to ooze out of the tip. Her mouth watered at the sight and she bent down, hovered and let her breath wash over the head. She waited one, two, three seconds and grinned when his hand gripped the back of her head, tugging at her hair. He was more patient than Bastien though, not that that came as much of a surprise. A beggar at a feast had more patience than her husband! Alex simply urged her head lower, and she accepted the slight pressure, slipping the tip between her lips and sucking down hard. His low groan and slight jerk of his hips encouraged her to continue in the same vein.

She pulled at the glans with the pressure of her mouth, sucking the very essence out of him and only giving him some relief when she flicked the flat of her tongue over the crown. He hissed out a breath as his fingers gripped and tugged at her hair. The sting caused a delicious zing of pleasure to whip through her.

Releasing her hands from his cock, she burrowed down between her own legs and tugged at the fly of her jeans. She seriously hadn’t planned this night right by coming to Alex’s in pants. What the hell had she been thinking? Why hadn’t she changed into a skirt?

Her grunts of exertion vibrated along his shaft and the tingles at her scalp as he pulled her hair had frustration replacing the pleasure as she couldn’t get the fly down. Fuck, ask her to make a goddamn anti-wrinkle potion and she was your gal. Pulling down a zipper apparently required an extra degree from college!

Her teeth scraped over the sensitive head of his cock as she whipped her head away. She practically leapt off the bed in her haste to rid herself of her jeans, and once standing, she managed to release the catch and in seconds was shucking free of the tight denim and her panties. Naked from the hips down, she climbed back onto the bed and moved astride him. She didn’t mess around, didn’t try to prevaricate and tease. She needed to feel his cock deep inside her too much to waste time.

She grabbed his dick and slid it along the length of her cunt, wetting the shaft with all the cream soaking her sex. Only as he nearly penetrated her did she remember a condom and froze. “Tell me you have a condom. Please God,” she gritted out and watched as he froze for a second too, before jerking his head in a yes.

His hand shot out and he fumbled for a second, blindly grasping something under the bed. He dragged out a box and the condom wrappers crinkled and sang as he grabbed one and handed it to her.

She sank back onto his thighs as she ripped open the packet with her teeth and spread the condom down his shaft, jerking her hand once, twice, before retreating to her earlier position.

As she slid down, filling herself with him, she stilled. For a second, the sensation of a cock so different to the one that had been fucking her for the last two years was so deliriously hot she wasn’t sure if she could come from that alone.

Alex’s shaft hit completely different places in her pussy. From the current position, her pelvis resting against his groin so that every inch of him was deep inside, Devvy realized she was content to just sit like that, impaled on his cock. Of their own volition, her inner muscles started to flutter, manipulating his shaft with a deep massage. They sucked down, rippled and played about the intruder invading her. Her head fell back and she used her hands, pushing them down against his belly, to keep her upright. It was only then she realized Alex was still dressed and she still wore her shirt. She’d have liked his hands on her tits, pinching her bare nipples, but she didn’t need it enough to move and make that happen. Devvy was quite content to just sit there, almost skewered by his long shaft in the best possible way.

It was only as she took stock of her body that she realized her eyelids were actually twitching with the overwhelming flush of exhilaration. Pleasure was too weak a word to describe the singing nerve ends that sizzled with the scorch of his penetration.

She lifted those twitching eyelids and stared at him, saw the strain on his jaw, the white tension that spoke of his own excitement. He was one of the sexiest men she’d ever seen. And that it was Alex Ivanov’s cock deep inside her, had her cunt clenching down on him with the force of a clamp. The resulting groan had her hissing with satisfaction.

She thought of the years she’d spent gawking at his pictures. Her pathetic teen crush on him had had her crawling the net for news on his experiments and the man himself. And here she was. He was fucking her.

In fact,
she
, Devvy Jacques, was fucking him.

The thought of her surname was a reminder of Bastien but it didn’t diminish her pleasure any. Instead, her mind leaped ahead, picturing a time when all three of them would be together and that image prompted her to roll her hips for the very first time.

“Yesss,” the pair of them hissed out in unison, backs arching as sensation shot down their spines.

Devvy whimpered as she lifted herself free from his shaft, hovering with only an inch of him in her cunt, before slamming herself down again. She repeated the move, enjoying the sensation of emptiness and then, fullness. She worked herself up and down, ignoring the ache in her thighs, using Alex’s taut belly as support and he just let her. He let her do whatever she wanted. He let her tease herself, let her use his cock for her own pleasure like she would have used a dildo.

And then, he snapped. As she rolled her hips, descending down his shaft in circular moves that had him touching all sorts of interesting places deep inside, his hands shot out to grab her waist. He pushed her down, sheer force slamming their sexes together. Before she could do more than whimper, he’d rolled upward, over, and then pushed her down so she was flat on her back.

He grabbed her legs and spread them, wide, holding them at the ankle and with sheer brute force, lifting her butt off the bed. When he fucked into her, his cock slid deep, deeper than before and she squealed. Her head lifting off the mattress and slamming into her chest with such speed, she knew she’d have a bruise above her breasts in the morning. He fucked her, fast, hard, taking every inch and claiming it as his and just like that, with no direct stimulation to her clit, no pinching of her nipples, she came.

Everything inside her clamped down. Her stomach muscles reversed into the mattress, her butt fought to retreat to the bed and her pussy, swollen with orgasm, turned into a vice. As he struggled to penetrate her, that struggle only jacked up her pleasure, so the blackness in her vision seemed to glitter and glow at the edges. Fire stole over her nerve endings, making the ones at the back of her eyes burn brightly, blindingly.

Suspended for countless moments, she was flung back into the moment as Alex yelled, his voice breaking as his body froze, his climax hitting him with the same one-two punch as had happened to her.

She watched, drugged from her own orgasm, as he was battered in the same pleasure storm as she had been.

Slowly, he sank down. First, his hips against hers, then his arms released her legs, and finally, his torso kissed her own. He slumped on top of her, and she reveled in his weight. In the heaviness of his frame. The deadweight of his lax body counteracted the battle of his softening cock. Their proximity ensured a few inches of him stayed lodged within her, and with that slight feeling of fullness, with his heaviness pushing her into the bed, with her blood singing with remembered pleasure, she finally dozed.

* * * *

Alex knew he was too heavy to rest on Devvy the way he was doing, but selfishly, he ignored the knowledge and reveled in her clinging arms and legs. She obviously wanted him as close to her as possible, and he used that to soothe the pangs of guilt.

She was like hot silk, every part of her that touched him. She branded him with her own innocence and he knew he’d never be the same after tonight. In that one act, the simple connection of cock to pussy, he reevaluated his sex life.

He enjoyed kink. Whether it was tying Bastien to the bedstead or being tied down himself. Be it a quick fuck in the elevator, wondering if someone was going to press a button and intrude or on the rare occasions they went out, giving Bastien a hand job under the table in a restaurant…. The sexy acts seemed sordid in the face of that innocent union. Of that tender connection that joined a man and a woman together with the sheer power of their mutual pleasure.

Oh, he knew he’d corrupt her eventually, and he looked forward to it. In fact, taking Devvy outside onto the terrace and fucking her as they stared down at the busy, bustling street, clamping a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as she came, made his drained dick twitch a little inside—something that had her mouth pouting into a happy smile. For sex, he always overcame his agoraphobia—it was worth it! And he didn’t doubt Devvy would make it more than worth his while. It was those moments of naughtiness that were part and parcel of learning every lover’s hot spots.

But this…it transcended what he’d imagined.

A part of him had always sought a third for Bastien’s sake. Alex was not the right partner for a man like their lover. He was selfish where his science was concerned, stubborn where his refusal to leave his apartment came into play. He loved Bastien with a depth that disturbed even him, but because of that love, he accepted that the other man would need something else in his world. Someone normal. Some hint of softness that Alex couldn’t seem to bestow upon his lover. Oh, they embraced and hugged and, in the aftermath of sex, their arms would tangle and their bodies would cling. But in daily life, Alex and Bastien might as well have been friends.