Three Men and a Woman: Evangeline (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (27 page)

Between rough, needy breaths, Evangeline did as he bade. She opened her throat and let him have her.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Chase arched, shuddering in excitement.

Evangeline would have howled if she could. They were there, all of them, penetrating her, finding ecstasy in her body. They were three incredibly handsome, powerful men. She was servicing them all, naked, bared, and exposed while they’d done little more than open their pants to release their cocks. That added something to the eroticism, the sense of domination as they took her, used her, while still in their dress clothes.

Briggs arched back, thrusting hard into her. He slapped her ass once, twice. The sting of it thrilled her, drove her closer to the cataclysmic end she knew was coming. Chase saw it, heard it—she could tell it excited him, too.

“Yes! Again. Yes!” He went over first, growling and shuddering, emptying into her mouth. Hot, sweet spurts of cum tore from him. He nearly collapsed, saving himself with a knee on the chair’s armrest. Keeping his grasp on her head, he brought her against his hard abs.

She burrowed there, wallowing in his scent.

But there was no escape. Chase himself would oversee her ruin. “Fuck her,” he commanded. “Fuck the hell out of her.”

Gio and Briggs didn’t hesitate. Growling, cursing, they plowed into her. Evangeline felt torn asunder, those hard cocks burning, piercing, more than filling her,
saturating
her. She felt drenched in it, drowning.

Her orgasm built, wicked, rampant shudders that shook her. But she was confined, impaled as she was on those two cocks, clenched hard against Chase’s hard body. She was helpless, unable to move.

All she could do was wrap her arms around Chase’s waist and cling. Then she was crying, wailing and crying as they sent her, splintered, shattered her. Her body rocked, accepting the hard fuck from one cock and then the other. She ground down, giving over, letting them take.

Briggs grasped hard, bruising fingers into her hips. Gio clasped her clit, tugging hard as he thrust into her.

They all three came together, loud, wild orgasms, in throes of passion. She screamed with those last hot, burning thrusts. Shivered as she felt their cum bursting into her, hot spurts deep within her body.

Feral growls and hard, muscular, masculine bodies surrounded her, penetrated her, and took her over.

* * * *

Evangeline knew she’d curled over onto her side when Gio had tucked her into Chase’s bed. She’d been asleep even as he’d pressed a kiss to her cheek.

When she woke, she was flat on her back, her arms and legs stretched out, and cool touches soothed—or, no,
stimulated
—her body.

She opened her eyes. Briggs was on his elbow, leaning over her, his lips skimming along hers. When he saw she was awake, he lifted back, and she could see better what was happening to her.

Gio was on her other side. Both of them were gently rubbing raspberries over her nipples, one on each side. The hot-cool sting at her clit came from the champagne Chase was dribbling over her. He was crouched between her legs, intent on his work.

If she felt too exposed, vulnerable, well, there was nothing she could do about it. Lifting her head, she saw that her wrists were bound with black silk ties that stretched out to the posts of Chase’s massive bed. Her ankles, too.

Chase was lapping the champagne from her now, and she shuddered. One berry pressed into her nipple, breaking and leaving its red juice to be licked up by Gio’s tongue.

Evangeline moaned and strained a little against her bindings. Chase’s fingers pushed inside her, carrying the burn and cool of the wine.

“Do you mind?” Briggs asked. “I’ve been imagining this ever since Chase and I double fucked you on your bed. Is it too much?”

“I’ve told you. I’ve told you all. I will always want you. Nothing will ever be too much.”

“I like the idea of all of us touching you, pleasuring you, doing whatever we want to you. And you just having to take it.” He smashed the berry into her nipple and then took it into his mouth, using strong pulls to devour the last of it.

“I like the idea of that, too.” Maybe she did. It was scary and thrilling at the same time—those silk bindings that held her, the helpless vulnerability, the imperative to trust.

Well, she did trust. And loved. Whatever they did to her, whatever pleased them would please her, too.

“We’re going to make you come,” Chase said. He slid his fingers between her ass and the mattress and started pushing in there, too. “Again and again.” He was lubing her, reaming gently and then not so gently. “And when we’ve destroyed you, when we’ve wrung that last, impossible orgasm from you”—he thrust something hard into her—“we’re going to roll you over and fuck your ass. Each of us, one by one.”

It was a butt plug, a big one. Evangeline groaned as he settled it in place, giving it a last little twist that she thought surely was gratuitous. “This will remind you,” he told her. “You’ll remember what’s coming.”

He was right—it did exactly that. They drove her from one hard orgasm to another, harder one. They used lips, tongue and teeth, hands and cocks, everywhere on her. In her. She cried out once while Gio and Briggs worked her breasts and Chase finger-fucked her pussy and sucked her clit to ecstasy. Again, when Gio fucked her, filling her with that huge cock of his, pounding, thrusting into her. He held himself up, stiff-armed, so Briggs could work her tits while Chase ravaged her mouth with his.

She was still panting, catching her breath from that, while Briggs took exquisite care placing nipple clamps just so. He caught her gaze as she rolled her head, barely aware of what he was doing until he flicked the small switches that had them vibrating.

He kept hold of her gaze as he moved over her, pushing his knees between her legs to open them as far as her bindings would allow, and then shoving his cock into her. He went to his elbows, lifting up just enough that he could watch her face, but letting his chest settle over her, driving those clamps harder onto her tits.

He fucked her, his hard gaze demanding that she let him watch what he did to her. She knew that Gio and Chase were on either side, also watching while they stroked their own cocks. Beyond that, her whole world was Briggs, fucking into her, watching, making those clamps bite down on her nipples.

And that butt plug, just as Chase had said. Reminding her of what was to come.

She’d thought that would be the last orgasm. When it came, it was brutally hard. She thrashed, pulling at the silken ties, trying to protect herself just the least bit from Briggs’s relentless onslaught. She arched and bucked and cried. But there was nothing she could do but take it, just as they had said.

She was exhausted when it was over, only just not enough to miss the exultation in Briggs’s face when he gave her one final, triumphant thrust and then pulled out of her.

It was so not the last of her pleasure. They found another vibrator and used it on her clit then fucked her pussy with it. They drove her up another time and then once more.

It was beyond her, at the last, to do more than lie rigidly where she was, spread-eagled, her body shuddering involuntarily, her mind grasping at its last threads of consciousness, when they finally sent her over. Wracked and ruined, she convulsed, her body flailing with the confines of the bindings, her mind splintering. She screamed until there was no breath left, until she could grasp nothing but slivers of sanity.

She was blinded, all but unconscious, still gasping for air, when determined, efficient fingers loosed her bindings. They turned her and brought to the edge of the bed, propping her in place because her legs were too weak for her feet to find purchase on the floor.

They stood behind her, her three men. None of them had come, not once while they had pushed her to sexual oblivion. She knew they were there, hard cocks waiting.

Someone drew out the plug. Then there was a cold jolt of lube. And then cock. Three of them in turn—steady urgent thrusts, grunts of pleasure, and then jubilant howls of ecstasy.

She was so far gone she didn’t even know who had her first, or second, or last. She was passive to it, their receptacle, their woman. One after another, she took their cocks, submitting as they fucked her, letting out a small, incoherent groan only as they reached their peaks, thrusting hard as they shot their hot cum into her.

Giovanni had slept with her—maybe he had been the last. In any case, she woke some time later wrapped in his arms, his body snugly spooning hers. He nuzzled into her hair when she started stirring.

“This is unbelievably good, Evvie.” He spoke softly, his hands gently stroking her. Warm and sweet rather than sexual. “The three of us loving you, you loving us. It’s the best thing in the world.”

Evangeline smiled, heart full, as content as it was possible to be. She turned her head so she could brush lips with him. “I love it, too. I love you, Giovanni.”

He patted her hip, possessively leaving his hand there. “Back at you, babe.” He rubbed his face into her hair again, breathing her in. He was an earthy, sensual man. “We have plans for dinner out. Chase thought you might like a little time in his fancy hot tub before. You’ve got about an hour and a half. Want me to fill it for you?”

That was sweet. Her guys taking care of her. “I’d love it.”

“You got it.” He gave another pat to her hip—more like a fondle this time—and rolled out of Chase’s big bed. She wallowed there until Giovanni came back.

He wore a pair of ragged cutoff jeans slung low on his hips—wickedly hot-looking—and held the little silk robe she’d tucked into her bag. “Up you go.”

Evvie smiled at the way he shepherded her to the bathroom. But he left her at the entrance with another kiss and the instruction to take her time.

The big hot tub was full and very warm and incredibly soothing. The room was scented with yet another vase of roses. Here the glass walls had been lined with glass block for privacy, up to about her shoulder level. Above that, there was nothing but sky and the very tops of the stately trees that surrounded Chase’s home.

Sunk into that heat, Evangeline touched herself. Her nipples and her pussy—those areas that had been used so aggressively. And other places. She’d stood naked before the full-length mirror and seen the marks of her lovers before she’d stepped into the tub. She had sucking bruises at her neck and on her breasts and a trio of them down low, just above her mons, where her men had marked their territory. She’d also seen marks left by strong hands as they’d grasped her hips to secure her for a hard fuck.

She’d seen them all—the imprints of her lovers, of their love—and touched them now. Her body felt like it was not quite hers anymore, or not entirely hers, at least.

It belonged to them, now, too. Her men.

She was content with that. In fact, she adored it. She loved that her body was theirs as well as hers, a source of profound satisfaction for them all. She was happy that they made use of it to bring themselves pleasure. That was a bone-deep thrill.

Oh, she loved the rampant ecstasy they gave her. They tended her needs, her desires so…
excessively.
But what she loved more, what she loved
better
was the grunts and groans of their excitement, the hard, muscled convulsions as they gave over to it, helplessly emptying into her.

She had the power to bring them to their knees with pleasure, to sink them, to lay them low. Now that—that was a freaking joyful wonder.

They were going to love her and let her love them.

The knowledge of that, the raw satisfaction of it, warmed her, soothed her soul just like the luxurious bath did her body.

She, little unloved, unlovable Evvie, had found her place in the world.

* * * *

They took her to Rooney’s for dinner, surrounding her with their hot, male presence in that romantic setting. They sat close together at a small square table. She had Chase across from her and Briggs and Giovanni to either side. Throughout the lovely meal, Chase’s gaze and endless touches from the other two kept her assured of their love. They made no effort to hide the nature of their shared relationship. Anyone who cared to truly observe them would have seen that she was with all of them.

They lingered at the meal, ordering several courses. There was much more food than Evvie could have eaten, but she had a lot of help. They shared bites of all of their dishes, and when she passed her plate around, it always came back to her empty. They had more champagne, and Briggs and Chase had brandies with their desserts.

Finally, the table was cleared but for their wine glasses. Gio held her right hand resting on the white linen. Then Briggs took her left hand and set something on the table.

“I went shopping in New York yesterday.”

It was a little blue box with a white ribbon.

“Oh.” She looked up into those green eyes, and then to those two such different shades of brown across from her and to her right. “You don’t need to do this.”

Somehow, she was sure that inside the box would be an excess of carats and precious metal. Briggs would never think to be
understated
in this expression of their commitment to her.