Her Alpha Saviors [The Hot Millionaires #2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

“How long does this torture go on?” she asked breathlessly.

“For as long as I say it does.”

Judging by the weight of the erection she could feel resting against her thigh, it wouldn’t be for too much longer.

“Yes, sir. Only asking.”

“Well don’t.” He tapped her thigh. “Leave me to do my work.”

Easy for him to say.
He was a little too good at it, and she wasn’t sure how much she could take before all her frustrations amalgamated and exploded in a soaring climax. She rubbed her thighs together, anticipating the moment, only to receive another sharp tap. Then his lips landed on a nipple and sucked it into his mouth. She let out a startled moan. The feeling was intense as his tongue grazed over its sensitized peak, causing it to sear as though heated by a naked flame. A deeply disturbing jolt rocked her as his teeth closed over that same nipple, nipping and pulling in a manner that sent sensation upon sensation spiralling through her. Passion tugged at a level she couldn’t control as she pushed her breast deeper into his mouth, desperate for more.

One hand claimed her other breast, harshly moulding it and pinching at the solid nipple. Skye wanted harshness now, and Jay seemed to understand that. Her physical reaction to the emotional turmoil she felt was extreme as pleasure rioted on the edge of the agony that preceded blessed release.

“Jay, I need you. Now!”

She half expected him to punish her for her impatience. Instead he merely chuckled and levered himself from the bed, which seemed large, cold, and very empty without him in it. She leaned up on one elbow, watching as he delved into the pockets of his discarded jeans. He returned almost immediately, triumphantly clutching a small foil packet.

“You came prepared?” She tried to sound affronted but wasn’t fooling either of them.

“I used to be a Boy Scout.”

He ripped the packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom down his length. God, he was enormous! Doubts about her ability to accommodate him assailed her but were as quickly dashed when he lowered himself over her, taking his weight on his arms. He reached between them and parted her folds. She was hot, wet, and so desperate for him that she began to doubt her sanity. He slid several fingers inside her, as though making sure she was ready for him. She didn’t need cosseting. She just needing fucking, and she wasn’t prepared to wait a moment longer.

She spread her legs wider and lifted her hips toward his massive cock. She felt its tip graze her close-cropped pubic hair and then withdraw.

“Don’t tease me, Jay,” she said, thrashing her head from side to side. “I need this right now.”

“You do?” He gazed down at her, his words a teasing caress. “You should have said something sooner.”

“I’m warning you, Jay Blanchard. If you don’t fuck me right this minute then I’ll go wake Luke up. I’m betting he won’t be such a tease.”

“Hey, where’s the fire?” He eased the tip of his prick into her vagina, slowly, too slowly for Skye’s liking. She lifted her hips again and wrapped her legs round his waist. “And remember what I told you before. Playing Luke and me off against each other won’t get you anywhere.” His lips grazed her forehead. “We like to share.”

She licked her lips, momentarily distracted by the thought of the two of them sharing her. Her mind snapped back to the present when she felt Jay slide out of her again.

“I won’t break,” she said in an urgent tone.

Chuckling, Jay worked his way in a little farther. He slowly filled her absolutely, and she groaned as sensation assailed her from all sides. The fit was tight, so agonizingly tight, but Skye felt no pain. Instead, she felt exhilarated, alive, feminine to her fingertips, wanton—all the things she’d been too busy working to bother about in the past.

Or then again, perhaps she’d just never met the right man.

“That’s it, babe.” Jay no longer sounding quite so in control. “You have it all now. Hold me in there, Skye. Close the walls of your cunt round my cock and milk it.” They started moving in unison. “Take it right in as deep as it’ll go. You’re so fucking tight, you’re killing me.” He groaned softly. “Do you feel that tightness?”

“Yes, oh God yes!” But she wanted him deeper. “I’m close, Jay. I can’t hold it.”

“What do you need? Tell me what you want from me. I want to hear you say it. I love it when you talk dirty. It’s a real turn-on.”

“I want you to fuck me hard. Really give it to me.”

Jay reached for a couple of pillows and slipped them beneath her raised buttocks. “Put your legs round my neck, and I’ll give it to you harder than you’ve ever had it before.”

As soon as her legs were in place, Jay made good on his promise. He pummelled her hard, sweat peppering his brow as he controlled his thrusts, but it still wasn’t hard enough. Skye moved with him, pushing down on the crest of each thrust, desperate for it never to end.

Desperate to come.

Sweat poured from her body as Jay picked up the pace, at the same time slapping her raised ass with one hand. That did it. With a wild scream, her head thrashing from side to side, she exploded. Her senses fragmented as liquid heat shot through her body with heart-stopping velocity. Her orgasm reverberated like thunder through her extremities, the ambiguous ecstasy overwhelming her reason as it carried on building rather than abating.

“I need more!” she screamed, thrusting against Jay’s rigidity. “It keeps coming.”

“That’s it, Skye. You’re really being fucked now.” He pounded her hard. “Take it all, baby. Feel my cock inside you. Keep coming for me.”

Skye appreciated the selfless invitation but could see the strain on his face, the muscles standing out on Jay’s forehead as he struggled to hold back himself. She didn’t want him holding back. She wanted to see him lose control. She’d only known him for a day but was already aware that he didn’t cede control easily.

Her orgasm finally over, she devilishly rolled to one side, dislodging Jay’s engorged prick from her fanny. Before he could complain, she set herself on all fours and waggled her ass in his face.

“It’s your turn,” she said breathlessly. “Take me from behind.”

Jay’s teeth flashed white in the dim light of the loft. “Yes, ma’am.”

She felt his weight behind her as he adjusted his position and slipped smoothly back into her cunt. The next time they did this, he’d probably be wanting her ass—he’d already told her so—and Skye was now anxious to find out what that was all about. If nothing else, she thought as she felt Jay pounding himself home, it would mean he’d hang about a bit longer and she’d probably get intimately acquainted with Luke as well.

How bad could that be?

“I ought to spank that ass of yours for taking matters into your own hands,” he said breathlessly, pummelling himself as deep as he could get.

“I kinda hoped you might,” she replied, pushing back against him and, incredibly, getting turned on again.

“I’d better send Luke shopping,” he muttered, moving faster still.

“What for?”

“You’ll find out.”

His balls slammed against her buttocks in time with his cock fucking her cunt. The slapping and panting made her hot and wet, as sexy and liberated as hell. His breathing was laboured, and she knew he was close. Fuck it, so was she. Again!

“Talk to me, Skye,” he panted. “Tell me what you feel when I’m fucking you.”

“I feel alive. I feel liberated. Fuck it, Jay, I feel—”

“I’m coming, babe. I’m so fucking close. Come with me. Let’s do it together.”

With a feral groan, Jay ground himself into her, smacking her rear with his hand and his balls simultaneously whilst he came. The sound, the feel, of Jay losing his famous control was enough to send her over the edge yet again. Her scream echoed round the loft as a slower, more intense orgasm gripped her and she rode it for all she was worth.

Jay pulled her into his arms afterwards and covered their sweating bodies with the thick comforter.

“Hey,” he said, kissing the top of her head, “that was quite a journey.”

“Wasn’t it just,” she agreed, curling into a more comfortable position at his side and using his chest as a pillow.

“You’re not gonna throw me out, are you, now that you’ve gotten what you wanted from me?”

“Are you kidding?” She leaned up on one elbow, her sensitized nipples brushing against his chest as she offered him a sensual smile. “Do you happen to have any more of those condoms?”

Fortunately he did.

“Hell, I’d much rather stay here,” Jay muttered to himself as he slipped out of Skye’s bed before daylight, careful not to wake her. He glanced down at her tousled head, noticing the slight smile on lips swollen from his kisses as she slept soundly, probably more soundly than she had for months. His best friend stood at rigid attention, reminding him that he absolutely didn’t want to leave yet, but he had no choice. There was work to be done.

He made his way back to the main part of the pub, unlocked the kitchen door, locked it again from inside, and returned the key to its insubstantial hiding place. The place was still deserted. He got back to his room, freezing cold thanks to the broken window, and briefly hit the shower. Dressed in fresh clothes, he then went downstairs, found a local phone directory in the bar, and called a twenty-four-hour glazier. The man agreed to be there in half an hour to fix the window. He then raided the cleaning cupboard in the scullery, found a broom and dustpan, and sighing, took them upstairs with him.

He’d only just started sweeping up when he sensed a presence in the open doorway.

“Fucking hell, Jay.” Luke, still looking half-asleep, scratched his head. His fingers left his hair standing on end, like he’d had an electric shock. “I heard the racket you’re making through the wall. What’s going on?”

“You didn’t hear it happen then.”

“Nope, not a thing. When was it?”

“Someone doesn’t like us. Threw a damned great rock through the window.”

“Jesus, you should have woken me! Were you hurt?”

“Nah.” Jay shrugged. “Wasn’t anything you could have done, so I didn’t see the point.”

“Where did you sleep then?” When Jay didn’t respond, Luke shook his head, a slow smile spreading across his face. “That was fast work, even by your standards.”

“Hey, I was only being thoughtful.” He spread his hands in an innocent gesture that would fool few people, certainly not Luke. “She’s the boss, so she needed to know what had happened.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Yeah, of course she did.” He grabbed the broom that Jay had set aside and put it to use. “How was she?”

Jay smirked. “Cooperative.”

“I got that part. What I need to know is, will she play with us both?”

Jay’s smirk turned into a predatory grin. “Now that the seed’s been planted, so to speak, I think we’d have trouble stopping her.”

“I just knew there was a tigress beneath that efficient exterior.” Luke threw an admiring glance Jay’s way. “Even so, that’s gotta be an all-time record. We’ve been here less than a day.”

“Circumstances, buddy, just fortunate circumstances.”

“Don’t try being modest, Jay. It doesn’t suit you.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You absolutely sure about this business and pleasure thing?” Luke leaned on his broom and frowned. “I don’t want to talk you out of it, but I don’t want Skye to feel she’s being used either.”

“She’s a big girl.” He winked at Luke. “Trust me, I know about what I speak. She can make her own decisions.”

“What’s going on here?” They turned to see Hannah standing in the doorway, hands on hips. “Why did you go and smash a window? You’ll have to pay for that.”

“Not us, Hannah, but someone who doesn’t like Skye,” Luke told her.

The old woman looked genuinely shocked when she heard what had happened. “Who’d want to do that to her?” she asked. “She doesn’t have an enemy in the world.”

Yeah, she does.

“We thought you might have some ideas,” Jay said. “A few things have happened round here since her dad went into care, haven’t they?”

Hannah flapped a wrinkled hand. “They were just unfortunate accidents,” she said, clearly too shocked to think straight. She reached for the broom. “I’ll do that.”

“We’ve got it. If you want to help, you could strip the bed. It’s covered in glass. Help her, Luke, and be careful.”

“What about the window?” Hannah asked. “We can’t leave it like that.”

“Someone’s coming to fix it.”

“They’re here.” Skye appeared in the doorway, a man with a toolbox standing directly behind her.

“Morning, Skye.” Luke winked at her. “Sleep well?”

Skye blushed crimson, which amused Jay. It had been a long time since he’d dealt with a woman who still blushed.

“Yes, thanks.” She turned toward Jay. “There are four people downstairs saying they’ve come to work here. I told them there must be some mistake, and they referred me to you.” She followed Hannah’s earlier example and planted her hands on her hips. “What’s going on?”

“A waitress, a kitchen hand, a barman, and a guy for the heavy work,” he said pleasantly. “I thought you’d be pleased.”