Hanging On 2: Surreal Neal [Awakenings 6] (Siren Publishing Menage and More) (12 page)

I took Mistress in my arms, pressing my slick nakedness along hers. “I would like to kiss you.”

She smiled, and I knew I’d been right to ask. “You may.”

I started with an unhurried slide of my lips over hers, waiting for her soft exhalation before I went deeper. Drew had said she liked slow, and I aimed to please. She had great lips—soft and yielding, yet firm and authoritative. Sparks of heat burst throughout my veins. By the time she gave up a sigh, I was ready to beg for more.

When I delved into her mouth with my tongue, she moaned and wrapped her arms around my neck. I hadn’t been with very many Dommes, but none of them had been so swept away by my kiss before. It was a heady feeling that I struggled to contain.

I let my hands roam her body, luxuriating in the feel of her smooth skin. Her breasts were small, but her curves went on forever. I wanted to kiss every inch of her, get to know what spots made her giggle and which made her gasp or moan.

She made little sounds of enjoyment, though she kept her arms firmly around my neck. Breaking away was difficult—she was so enticing—but I managed to do it. Kissing her wouldn’t ensnare Drew and get him to forget that he didn’t like to have sex in the shower.

The floor was hard tile, so I sunk carefully to my knees. I didn’t mind bruises, but I preferred not to inflict them upon myself. This put my lips even with her bellybutton, which was perfect. Mistress had a sexy navel. I swirled my tongue around it before plunging inside. Navels were a sensitive place, so I kept my foray shallow and gentle.

She gasped, and it spurred me on. Hearing her do that was fast becoming addictive. Behind me, I heard something drop. I smiled, but I didn’t stop what I was doing. Seeing me on my knees in front of Sophie obviously affected Drew.

Reaching under her, I lifted her knee and slung her leg over my shoulder.

“Fuck.” Drew uttered a few more curses, and I realized I’d found his weakness.

I supported her with one arm underneath, and I used the other to spread her open. One lick, and I was hooked. She tasted divine. I meant to take it slow, but she made that noise again, and control skidded away. Opening my mouth wide, I went crazy, licking and sucking.

A loud bang shook me from my heightened state. I glanced up to find Mistress struggling to find a handhold. I should have set her on the tiled bench, but I honestly didn’t think she’d react so quickly. From the noises she was making, I sensed she was near climax.

Drew solved the problem. He shifted her to the side, forcing me to pivot to stay with her, and he leaned her against him. Now that he supported her weight, I let myself get lost in her essence, though I was conscious of his balls hanging inches from my face. Mistress had forbidden me from touching him in the shower, so I tried to forget that temptation.

She fisted my hair in her hand, pulling—which I liked—and gaining control of me. “Slow down, just a little, and add your fingers.”

I obeyed my Mistress, and I was happy that she’d instructed me. Insecure women who refused to take control of their pleasure frustrated the hell out of me.

Sliding two fingers into her, I curved them and searched for her sweet spot. The moment I found it, she let out a long moan and bucked against my face. Drew whispered words to her, but I only heard the sibilance of them, not the substance. I looked up again to find her tossing her head, and her other hand was anchored in Drew’s hair. The heavy-lidded rapture on her face made my dick throb harder. If I watched her for much longer, there was a chance I’d ejaculate on the shower floor.

She arched, stiffened, and cried out, but I didn’t stop. Not only did the evidence of her orgasm taste even better, but I had not achieved my objective. I lightened the pressure of my tongue and slowed the rhythm of my fingers.

“Christ.” This strangled oath came from Drew. “Fucking overachiever.”

Mistress giggled. “I think all chefs must have an oral fixation.” She stroked her fingers through my hair. “You’re doing fine. Drew’s cock is pressed so hard against my ass it might slip in by accident.”

“It wouldn’t be an accident,” he growled.

I questioned the wisdom of pushing him to do something he had resisted doing for so long, and suddenly I wasn’t so sure I wanted to win this challenge. Frankly I didn’t know Mistress well enough to give her my blind trust. I tapered off and kissed my way up her body, stopping to worship at her breasts. Now that I was on my feet, I went to kiss her lightly on the lips—I wasn’t sure how she felt about tasting her juices—but Drew cupped the back of my neck and pulled me to him.

With Mistress sandwiched between us, he licked her essence from my face and tongue. As if that wasn’t enough, Mistress wrapped her hand around my shaft. She alternated dragging her nail over the ridge at the head and pumping her hand up and down. I was so fucking close.

“Mmmm.” I moaned a warning.

“Are you close, Neal?”

“Mmm-hmm.” I tried to answer, but Drew showed no sign of releasing me. I felt his grin as he continued kissing me.

Light pain shot from my nipple to my core. She’d distracted me with a bite. It did nothing to sate my need, but it did let me get a better handle on my pleasure.

Drew palmed my ass and squeezed. I was sensitive there, and he negated the work Mistress had done. I thrust into her hand with renewed urgency.

“Drew,” she whispered. “You’re so bad.”

He broke off suddenly. “I’m bad? You’re both rotten. It would serve you right if Neal took you from the front and I took you from the rear. You’ve never had two men at once like that, Sophie. Is that what you’re angling for? Because I think I can talk him into it.”

There would be no arguing. If that’s what she wanted, I would do it in a heartbeat.

She twisted to face him. “Are we done in here?”

“Yep.” Drew pushed a button and the water ceased. “This works so much better on a bed.” He opened the door, grabbed towels, and handed them around.

I dried myself in silence. Neither of them seemed upset or angry, yet I felt I was missing something. Drew dropped his towel and disappeared into the bedroom.

I knelt at Mistress’s feet, seeking permission to speak.

She dried my hair with her towel, and then she ran a comb through it. “Neal, if you have something to say, you don’t have to seek my permission to speak. Sometimes I might impose a gag order on you, but not all the time. I like hearing your voice.”

“Is Drew upset about what just happened?”

She laughed. “No. I try to entice him all the time. It just makes him very horny instead of regular horny.” She tugged on my hand, urging me to my feet. “I’ve never seen him so close. He was seconds from coming on my back when you stopped.”

“You’re saying I shouldn’t have stopped?”

This time she shrugged. “I’m not complaining. I got off on what you did. Drew loves watching me get eaten out. Maybe we’ll get him next time.”

“But if he doesn’t like having sex in the shower—”

“He’s never done it in a shower. In an elevator, back room, car, closet, behind the garage at my brother’s house, the family room at a friend’s house, but not in a shower.” She shook her head at his antics, which cracked me up because she had to have been part of them too.

“Sophia!” Drew shouted from the bedroom. “You’re beautiful already.”

She slapped a handful of condoms into my palm. “Take these to Drew.”

I headed to the bedroom, but Mistress didn’t immediately follow. Drew waited for me on the bed, his naked body arranged decadently on his side. His hair was tousled and his cock—this was my first clear view, and good Lord it was thick—lay along his thigh. The sculpted muscles of his physique left no doubt that he worked out daily. I wanted to touch him everywhere with my lips and hands.

He crooked a finger, inviting me closer. I climbed onto the bed and handed him the condoms. He chuckled and let them cascade from his hand onto the sheet. “Sophia has set the bar high.”

I looked at the pile. It was more than a single man could use in an evening if he wasn’t concerned about his dick falling off. “She expects us to use all of them?”

“Yes. She’s insatiable. Now come here and kiss me like you did earlier.”

That kiss had rocked my world. I arranged myself next to him, our thighs and stomachs almost touching, and I kissed him. No tentative foray, no teasing—I dove right in. He rolled toward me, pushing me to my back, and settled his weight on top of me. Our hands roamed, seeking and exploring, sometimes moving quickly, and other times slowing down to savor a texture or reaction.

After a while, Drew sat up, kneeling between my legs. Wordlessly, I handed him a condom. From the foot of the bed, Mistress handed him a bottle of lubricant. I had been so wrapped up in Drew that I hadn’t noticed when she’d joined us.

She lay down on the bed, propped on her elbows, so that her face was near mine. “Do you prefer to be on your back or stomach for this?”

Between my legs, Drew rolled on the condom and squeezed a dollop of lube into his hand. I wanted to see him when he took me. “This is fine.”

She kissed me, a brief bout of passion, and then she moved her lips down my neck and over my chest. Then she skipped the good part and got to her knees. Drew captured her lips for a heated moment, and then she sat back out of the way.

He hiked my legs up to expose my anus. His fingers were gentle as he smeared the gel over and into that muscle. Mistress handed him a towelette, and he wiped away the excess. Then he positioned his cock at my entrance. The pressure almost sent me through the roof. My dick throbbed painfully. I needed to come so badly.

The moment he breached my opening, tingles shot up my spine. I exhaled a hard moan. “You feel so fucking good.”

He grunted. The veins on his neck stood out. He pushed all the way in.

Mistress translated. “He says you feel good too.”

Drew set a moderate pace, fast enough to keep me on the edge without pushing either of us over too quickly. Mistress sprawled along my right side, her dark, damp hair spilling onto my shoulder. She watched us both, alternating between studying Drew’s face and mine. Desire darkened her irises to nearly black.

When having sex with two amazing people, it was difficult to not have ADD. Everywhere I looked was hot and tempting. From Mistress lying next to me, stroking herself, to Drew, hovering above me as he thrust harder and faster. My gaze met his, and he ensnared me. I couldn’t look away as pleasure overtook him and he buried himself all the way. His body shook as he thrust one more time and shouted, spilling his seed into the condom. He withdrew and collapsed, rolling to my left side.

Mistress stroked my hair, moving the locks that were stuck to my forehead. “How close are you?”

Unable to catch my breath, I panted. “Seconds, I think.”

Her mouth was around my cock before I finished speaking. I had been about to assure her that I could hold out for longer, but the sight of her lovely lips wrapped around my dick did me in. Lifting my hips, I thrust into her mouth and came. She moaned, swallowed, and sucked harder, draining me of every drop. The edges of my vision went fuzzy.

When things cleared up, Mistress had her head on my chest. I wrapped her in my arm, letting her know that I was returning to consciousness and that I liked having her close to me. Drew returned to the room, and I figured that he’d cleaned himself up in the bathroom. He’d also fixed his hair.

Sophia

Neal smelled good. He gave off the scent of man and soap, a salty, tangy mix that I wanted to rub all over my body. He’d come hard, and I’d let him have some time to enjoy being senseless. I didn’t know if he was into cuddling, but Drew was, and I had grown used to being held after sex.

Drew had disappeared into the bathroom not long after Neal had come, so I had snuggled into Neal’s solid warmth. His hand came up to hold me closer, so I figured I hadn’t crossed a boundary we hadn’t discussed.

As soon as Drew came back, Neal’s chest began to quake beneath my head. I looked up to see what he was laughing at, but I only saw Drew, and he just looked good—completely nude and proud of his body.

Some people giggled after sex. I hoped Neal wasn’t one of them.

“Something funny?”

“You said Drew spent a lot of time grooming. At least he waited until afterward to fix his hair.”

I sat up to get a better view. Yep, Drew had fixed his hair. He had a love for hair gel that I couldn’t seem to change. I liked the tousled look, but he didn’t like feeling less than perfect. I stroked Neal’s thigh. “This is a break. You’re nowhere near the finish line.”

“Yeah,” Drew agreed as he pushed me back and settled on top of me. “I told you she was insatiable.”

It was my turn to laugh. “I’m insatiable? Pot and kettle, Mr. Snow.”

He palmed my breast and skimmed his thumb over my nipple. “You want us both to fuck you, don’t you, Mrs. Snow?”

I totally did, but we needed to address a small point first. “Drew, Neal thinks I was being mean to you in the shower.”

“Really?” He peered at Neal. “If I’m injured, are you going to kiss it better?”

Neal lifted a brow. He had thick brows, shaggy and wild. I liked that they were untamed. He seemed surprised by Drew’s playful question. “Maybe. It depends on where you’re hurt.”