Fill Me [Dungeon Masters 3] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (5 page)

Asher was surprised at how sweet and almost shy she was. But surely a woman who owned an adult store and who came alone to an adult industry convention had to be well aware of the entire gamut of sex interests and issues. She didn’t seem to find anything here distasteful and she was taking the exhibitions really seriously, far more seriously than he and Elijah did. Maybe that just meant she was conscientious about her work, rather than that she was interested in sex itself. Or maybe she just needed people like him and Elijah to teach her how good sex with two men could be. Maybe she needed an adult store because the man or men in her life had never taken their job of bringing her to earth-shaking orgasms properly.

She had a lush, rich body, and he could already imagine shoving his cock deep inside that wet heat and making her scream with release. Over and over again. Preferably tonight and tomorrow night and maybe even the night after. If she was to be their mate it’d be every night from now on. But that was getting ahead of himself. First, he needed to learn a little more about her.

No other woman here interested him apart from her, so he was free to devote all his time and energy to her, and he knew Elijah felt the same. It had been extremely obvious Elijah wasn’t interested in any of the women they’d talked to before Ryia had arrived tonight.

“They’ll be starting the speeches soon. We need to go get our meals now,” said Asher, gently pulling on Ryia’s hand.

She made no attempt to stand up, remaining firmly in her seat and sliding her hand away from his. “I’ll be fine. Why don’t you both go and eat?”

“Are you too tired to stand in line? What would you like? I’ll bring you back some food,” said Elijah.

But she was shaking her head. Asher stared at her. She seemed almost embarrassed. He knew she hadn’t eaten already because they’d been keeping a lookout for her to arrive. And there’d been that thing this afternoon when she’d refused to have a second cookie. Maybe she was on a strict diet. She was well rounded. Some people would certainly say she was overweight. But he found he liked her generous curves and voluptuous breasts. However, he also knew people could be cruel. So maybe that was it. “I could bring you back a bottle of water and some salad if you’d rather not eat the other food,” he said, hoping she wouldn’t take it as him telling her she was fat. He happened to like her curves.

She looked down and said very softly, “Just the water will be fine, thank you.”

So, she was worried about her weight. Well, sex was excellent exercise. After they’d fucked all night she’d be ready for a hearty breakfast in the morning.

“We have to convince her to come back to our room tonight,” he said to Elijah as they filled their plates.

“Agreed. And we need to find out why she’s scared to eat. First the cookie and now this,” added Elijah.

“I love the way we think alike. I’d just made that connection, too.”

“I bet some asshole boyfriend told her she was fat. I like her curves.”

“Me, too.”

At the end of the table was a platter of fresh fruit. He and Elijah looked at each other and picked up a plate and piled it high with a selection of everything from the fruit tray. Surely she couldn’t say no to fruit. He also remembered to grab three bottles of water, one for each of them. He’d have preferred beer, but since they were going to be eating in front of her, drinking as well seemed unnecessarily cruel.

Scarcely had they settled back at the table with Ryia than the speeches began. Ryia pulled out her conference notebook and pen and scribbled notes from each of the speakers, but Asher didn’t think they said anything really important. He was more interested in getting into Ryia’s panties as soon as this session was over.

He also noticed that even though they offered her the fruit she ate very little, hardly enough to keep a mouse alive, although she drank her bottle of water. He’d talk to her about that when he knew her better. In his eyes, she was perfect the way she was.

As soon as the final speaker finished, there was a lot of noise as some people headed right back to the food and the bar, while others hurried out of the ballroom. Asher used the noise to take Ryia’s hand and say, “Would like to come up to our room for coffee?”

Her eyes sparkled and her smile was blindingly bright. “Thank you. I’d like that.”

Yeah, he would too. He’d have been really sad if she’d said no.

* * * *

The elevators were crowded with conference attendees and Elijah would have liked the excuse to press his aching dick into Ryia’s rounded ass, but he wasn’t quite brave enough to do it. Although he did notice a couple of other people with convention lanyards getting cozy together.

As soon as they arrived in their room, though, he let Asher prepare the coffee. He took her hand in his again, marveling at how small it was compared to his, and said, “Please tell me you don’t have a significant other waiting for you at home, or worse still, in your hotel room.”

“No significant other.”

“Good. Can I kiss you now?”

She laid her conference satchel on the small table and smiled. “I’d like that.”

“You said that before we came up here.”

“It’s true.”

That was all he needed to hear. He stepped right up into her personal space, tilted her chin up so he could look into her amazing violet eyes, and slowly lowered his lips to hers. She tasted soft and sweet, exactly as he’d expected. When he flicked his tongue along the seam of her mouth, she opened obediently to him, and he wrapped his other arm tightly around her back, pressing his dick into her belly as he slowly and carefully explored her mouth with his tongue.

She lifted her arms to hold his shoulders and made no attempt to move back from his body so he tangled his tongue with hers and tongue-fucked her mouth. She drove her own tongue back into his mouth and pressed her nipples against his chest. Even through their clothing he could tell how aroused she was.

Asher was standing beside him, patiently waiting for his turn, so he broke off the embrace and turned Ryia slightly so Asher could hold her.

“If we said we wanted to fuck you, here, now, would you still say you’d like it?” asked Asher.

Elijah felt a quiver of fear, worrying that it was too soon. She’d been very much involved in the kiss, but it was a hell of a big step from kissing to fucking, even at an adult industry convention.

“Both of you?” she asked, her cheeks turning red and her gaze dropping down the way she seemed to do so often.

This time it was Asher who put his finger under her chin to encourage her to look at them. “Both of us. All three of us in bed together. Both of us inside you together if you agree.”

Fucking hell!
Asher was racing ahead way too fast. He was going to scare her away at the speed he was moving. Whatever happened to slow and steady for fuck’s sake?

Ryia’s face was still red and she stepped back from them.

Damn, she’s going to refuse. I knew fucking Asher was going too fucking fast.

She pulled in a breath to steady herself and Elijah could see how she seemed to wrap a cloak of control around herself. Then she said, “You need to need to know I’ve never had two men before. I—You can see—Because I’m fat, my…my…ex-husband found my body didn’t…didn’t…I mean, once you see me undressed you might want to change your minds and I totally understand that.”

“Fuck that. Your ex was clearly an asshole. I’m glad you got rid of him. Now let’s get undressed and we’ll teach you how real men fuck a woman.”

Elijah kicked his fancy shoes off and tugged at his necktie and belt. He was naked in no time at all and stepped across to Ryia. She was looking at them both as if unsure what happened next.

“Do you need help unzipping that outfit or something?” he asked.

“No zippers, just buttons on the shirt.”

She pulled her long skirt off and unbuttoned the shirt, revealing a pretty, cream lace bra. Damn, her breasts looked inviting.

Asher was already undressed and had dragged the quilt off one of the beds, so Elijah scooped Ryia into his arms and carried her over to the bed. Her fingers gripped his shoulder and she looked almost scared as he picked her up and laid her on the bed.

He and Asher had shared women before. Not often, but at times women came into the club looking for a ménage and he and Asher had always been prepared to help out. There was something really special about sharing a woman with his best friend. But this was even more special than that. This was the woman he hoped would be their mate. Nothing he’d seen about her had changed his mind. In fact, everything he’d seen about her had just emphasized that she belonged to him, no matter what some asshole of an ex might have told her in the past. And from now on if she wanted a second cookie she could damn well have one.

He buried his nose in her cunt, tugging the cream lace panties down and off her legs and spreading those legs wide so he could have his tongue right where he wanted it. On her slit. He licked the line of her slit and her pussy lips quivered. So, she liked that. Elijah nudged her clit out of its tiny hood and sucked it hard. Then he held her labia apart and thrust his tongue deep inside her. Her cunt was full of her honey and her hips thrashed wildly as he tongue-fucked her, stopping occasionally to suck on her clit again.

He looked up and Asher’s blond head hid her breasts, so he didn’t know whether Asher was kissing her breasts or her mouth. Likely both. But the way Ryia’s hips were rocking, it wouldn’t take much to throw her off the cliff into an orgasm. And that’s what he wanted for her. He needed to get her highly aroused if they were both to fuck her and claim her. Yeah, claim her. She was theirs and he needed to place his mark on her so everyone here would know she belonged to him and Asher.

Elijah sucked her clit, nibbled on her pussy lips, and tongue-fucked her channel. Each area tasted amazing, and made him crave more of her. His dick was harder than a spike and he longed to slam into her and flood her with his cum, but now wasn’t the time. This was all about her. His wolf would have to stay hidden for a lot longer. There was no way he could mention claiming her and branding her with his teeth and seed for a long time yet. She had to accept them both as humans first.

He pulled on her clit with his lips. It was as hot and hard as a mini-cock. Lightly he bit it, soothing it immediately with more suction. Instantly she whimpered very softly, and more cream flooded from her cunt. Happily he lapped it all up.

He and Asher exchanged places on the bed, and he kissed her, wanting her to taste her own honey on his lips. She must have liked the erotic flavor because she kissed him back enthusiastically. He stayed there, kissing her eyelids, nibbling on the lobes of her ears, and flicking his tongue over the tip of her nose as Asher began to lube her ass. That suited him. He’d have her pussy all to himself, and Asher would claim her ass. This second time they’d give her a much better orgasm. One she’d want to experience from them both again and again.

* * * *

Ryia was limp and replete. She’d forgotten how wonderful a man’s mouth on her body could feel. Back in the early days of their marriage, before Miles had become so very angry at all her innumerable failings, occasionally he’d gone down on her but it had never been as wonderful as just then. Two men, touching her in all the right paces, nipping her clit just enough to blast her into climax. It was beyond amazing.

But before she could get her brain working to thank them, and to offer them both blowjobs, her feet were resting on Asher’s shoulders and his fingers were teasing her back door. He had big hands and thick fingers, but they were slick with lube and he stroked her muscle entry very gently, so that already she was aroused again. How was that possible? She’d only climaxed a matter of seconds ago.

Elijah’s sweet and gentle kisses on her eyelids and earlobes were becoming more demanding again as well, and Ryia found herself pushing her ass back onto Asher’s fingers and lifting her face up to Elijah’s kisses. Apparently eating her out was only the appetizer and there was more still to come. When Asher had said both of them, he must have meant both of them actually inside her at the same time. Wow. She’d never had two men before. Well, she’d never been fucked by anyone but Miles before. He’d certainly fucked her every possible way, and sometimes with a dildo as well as his cock, but whoa, baby, this was going to be something else again.

And she wanted it. Wanted them. Wanted both of these amazing, gentle, caring men. She could only hope they wouldn’t notice her tons of excess poundage until after they’d come. For a moment she shivered in fear that they’d lose their erections when they looked at her body. But hell, that was one thing she had a lot of experience in. Giving a man an erection. Miles had always blamed her when things didn’t go well in bed. And likely he was often right. But she sure as hell could arouse the deadest cock and make it stand up again. Miles had bashed those skills into her very thoroughly.

Ryia relaxed. Right now she was incredibly aroused herself. More than she could recall being for a very long time. Her cunt was full of her honey, her ass was ready to be penetrated, and her breasts were heavy and aching with need.

“I’m ready,” she whispered softly, hoping they wouldn’t object to her speaking in the bedroom. Miles hated her to speak. He said it destroyed his mood.

“You’re a quiet little thing, aren’t you? Maybe we can get you to scream when you come this time,” said Elijah, rolling onto his back and lifting her over his body. Instantly Ryia put her knees on the mattress and lifted her ass off Elijah’s hips so her weight wouldn’t crush him.

He gripped her hips. “No, sit on my hips. Take my cock in your pretty pussy.”

From somewhere he’d gotten a condom and sheathed himself. She had no idea when or where he’d done that, but obediently she raised up over his cock and held it at her entry, letting him stretch and fill her most deliciously as he drove deep inside her. Either he was a whole lot bigger than Miles, or else she’d grown much tighter over the past four years from not having had any sex. Likely the latter, she supposed.