Capturing Their Flame [Stone Passions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 5

  His lips closed over the peak. He sucked hard, drawing in flesh. She gasped. The pulling tug pulsed through her. She arched into him. His other hand covered her breast. His fingers tightened over the mound before beginning a slow massage of the flesh. Moans rolled from her. Her thighs tightened and she rubbed against him. The slow grinding pressure drew a low rumble from him.

  “Let’s get this dress off you and see how ready you are for me.” Isaac pulled back.

  That suggestion excited her. She’d like to peel off the rest of his clothes. The fewer barriers they had between them, the faster they could get skin to skin.

  Neil stepped back. His hands gripped her dress and pulled it up to her chest. She raised her hands to let him get the garment over her head. He pulled it up and tossed it away. She tossed her hair back reveling in the heat that blazed in Isaac’s eyes.

  “You’re gorgeous baby. I wondered if that light golden tone ran over your entire body. Not that I would have minded tracing a tan line with my tongue because that does sound delicious.” Isaac traced his fingers over her breasts.

  Only the clothes he wore and her thin flimsy panties separated them. She wanted them both out of the way. She reached down and flicked open the top button of his pants. He stiffened.

  “You’ll drive me right out of my head.” He put his hands over hers.

  “I don’t want to be the only one naked or nearly.” She didn’t move her hand, but she stopped trying to pull his zipper down.

  “I can take care of the nearly part in a moment.” Neil slipped in close and hooked his finger into the waist band of her panties.

  “I kind of need those. Let’s keep them in one piece.” She looked back over her shoulder at him.

  “Come here. I’ll take your panties off and keep you warm while he takes off the rest of his clothes.” Neil drew her back, holding her up until she found her feet.

  “I don’t think I’ll cool off in the small amount of time it will take him to remove his clothes.” She grinned. Not that she wanted to dissuade him from the plan.

  “Naomi, I’ll take any opportunity to touch you.” Neil leaned down and nibbled on her neck. “What do you think of his body?”

  “I like his muscled chest and the heat coming off of him.” She swept her eyes over that golden expanse. His chest rippled as he stripped off his pants.

  Neil’s hands moved around her and hooked into her panties, pushing them down her thighs. The sight of his hands close to her pussy teased her. The thought of his fingers drifting between her thighs sent a pulse of desire through her. For a moment, she wondered if she’d stepped out of her depth with these two men. Could she distract them and tire them enough to get away?

  “Push your panties down until they fall. Tell me what you’re thinking. I can smell the sweet scent of your arousal.” Neil’s hands roamed over her thighs.

  She did as he said, guiding the red lingerie down to her knees where gravity took over. She hesitated to tell him, but pushed past her lingering doubts. “I want you to slide your hand down between my legs.”

  “I can do that, baby, but you’re not coming on my fingers. Isaac wants that pleasure for himself.” Neil’s hand trailed over her stomach and down to her thighs.

  His hand slipped between her thighs. Warmth radiated from his palms. That heat sent desire surging through her. She widened her stance to give him more room. She gasped waited as anticipation heightened her awareness. He drew his fingers between the lips. The tips brushed over her clit. His fingers stroked over the bud.

  She shivered. With each flick of his fingers jolts of pleasure sent desire streaking through her. His fingers moved back and two sank into her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched around the thick fingers.

  “She’s wet and hot. Her juices are spilling over my fingers.” Neil nuzzled her neck. “I can’t wait until I get to sink into this sweet channel.”

  “That feels good.” She leaned back against him.

  “It will feel better when I’m inside of you.” Isaac stepped forward. “Do you know how I want you?”

  She tilted her head. She didn’t know and took a guess. “Astride you, so you can suck on my breasts?”

  “Exactly. Come back to the couch with me.” He held out his hand.

  Neil’s arms fell away, allowing her to edge back. His fingers leaving her made her want to go right back into his arms, but she also wanted to feel Isaac’s thick cock. She took his hand and followed him back to the couch.

  He sat and leaned back against the couch. She pressed one knee to the cushion beside his and then straddled him. His hands grasped her hips, guiding her down. The head nudged against her folds. A shiver ran through her. She reached down and guided him to her opening since he held her hips guiding her down.

  He pushed into her. She would have savored that sensation for a moment, but Isaac urged her hips downward. His shaft stretched her as her pussy walls clenched around him. He guided her down until her hips aligned with his.

  “Now, ride me as I taste these sweet little nipples.” Isaac leaned forward and swiped his tongue over the tip of one breast.

  She lifted her hips, rising above him. Sensation rippled through her as her inner tissues clenched around him. Heat blazed from his body. The warmth drew her closer.

  Her breath hitched. It exploded from her when his mouth closed over a nipple. She sank down on him. His teeth scraped over the stiff peak. Her hips jerked upward. Tingles radiated through her at the movement.

  She began a slow rhythm trying to savor the intensity. When his teeth nipped at the bud, she slammed down.

  “Faster, Naomi. You’ll feel a little sting whenever you don’t move fast enough.” Neil moved in behind her. “Isaac’s demanding and doesn’t mind using devious methods to get his way.”

  Isaac chose that moment to scrape his sharp teeth once again.

  “Fuck,” she breathed the word as she clutched at his arms. She’d never tell them that that sting hadn’t deterred her so much as set her on fire.

  She lifted her hips and began to ride him faster, grinding against him on each downward plunge. The building sensation felt like it would rip her apart. She dug her nails into Isaac’s shoulders. His hands began guiding her, pulling her harder against him. The lack of control frustrated her. She took his cock deep, but longed for more as her body tightened.

  The mounting pressure swelled within her. It exploded, washing over her body, and left her toes tingling.

  Isaac’s grip guided her hips in fast strokes that caused small bursts to extend the pleasure. When he came, his head snapped forward and his teeth sank deep into the muscle where her neck met her shoulder. She groaned at the sting that the pleasure didn’t entirely negate.

  She leaned her head against him and drew in shaky breaths. What the fuck had that bite done? She remembered something about bites from her studies, but she didn’t remember what it would do. Her shoulder burned, tingles radiating out from the pressure where his teeth remained embedded in her flesh.

  He moaned. The sound vibrated against her flesh. She tensed. He lifted his head. His tongue swiped over the wound. His arms tightened for a moment before he released her. He pressed kisses to her neck. She tilted her head.

  “Neil is going to pick you up. He’s been waiting impatiently for his turn.” His hands trailed up her side in a lingering touch as if he didn’t want to give her up.

  With the pleasant glow of pleasure surrounding her, she didn’t want to go anywhere. Hands slid over her shoulders drawing her attention to the man behind her. The muscle along one of Neil’s cheeks flexed. His hands clasped her around the waist, lifting her from Isaac’s lap. She gasped at the sudden loss of the thick shaft within her.

  Neil lifted her, turning her in his arms and carrying her out of the room. At first, she thought maybe he was taking her to their bedroom, but he didn’t climb the stairs. He strode to a door near the back of the foyer. The long gleaming dark wood table caught her eyes first.

  A dining ro
om. She could see a kitchen and the gleaming appliances beyond a half wall. During daytime, glass French doors along one wall would offer a view of what she suspected was their backyard. Now, she couldn’t see anything beyond the darkness right outside.

  Neil nudged a chair out of the way and set her on the table. The cool wood pressing against her skin caused her to stiffen. His hands kept her right where he wanted her.

  “It was a tossup how I wanted to take you. Face down over something. I’d love to ride you hard and sink deep. Or like this, spread out so I can enjoy your breasts for a little while and watch them bounce as I pound into you. Don’t worry though. I’ll get to every other position.” Neil leaned down and brushed his lips over hers.

  Damn, the man’s words burned through her. She’d never have guessed that her body could respond so fast right after one of the hardest orgasms she’d ever had. She could already feel her body tightening and the heat rising.

  Not wanting to sit there naked when he remained dressed, she began working on the buttons to his shirt. He let her finish unfastening his shirt. His mouth opened over hers.

  While her hands moved over his bare chest, she savored the warmth emanating from him. She wanted to snuggle as close as she could get. His tongue thrust into her mouth. The kiss claimed and demanded a response. She gave it eagerly.

  “I’ll take off the rest of it.” Neil captured her hands. “Watching you with Isaac made me hard. I ache for you. Before your fingers get near my cock, we have to heat you up a little.”

  “We?” She didn’t know if he meant her and him, or if he expected Isaac to join in sometime.

  “Of course, we. He helped me. I’ll be in here to help him. I would anyway. I’ll always be ready to touch and kiss you.” Isaac’s voice came from the doorway. He began striding toward them. He’d put on his pants, but remained shirtless. A pang of disappointment speared through her when she saw him dressed at all.

  Neil drew his fingers across the slope of her breast. “Soon we’ll both fuck you at the same time, but not until we’ve made sure you’re ready for it.”

  She gasped, and her inner muscles clenched as her mind filled with images of both men kissing her and touching her at the same time. The erotic image thrilled her. A rush of liquid slipped from her.

  “Lean back a little. We want to play with you.” Isaac moved up to the side of the table.

  She leaned back, bracing her weight on her palms. Isaac leaned down and drew his tongue around her nipple. Hot air feathered over the taut bud.

  Neil’s mouth hovered over the other peak. She expected a lick first. His mouth covered her nipple and he drew hard on it. She arched her back and a surprised moan fell from her lips. The sensation pierced straight to her core.

  A light brush of skin over her stomach drew her attention right before a hand cupped her pussy.

  “Hot and juicy. I can smell your rising arousal.” Neil’s lips left her breast as he drew his fingers over the hood of her clit. “I can’t wait for you to get ready on your own though. I need to speed this up.”

  His fingers circled the nub, grazing over it before his touch trailed downward. He pressed two fingers into her and settled his thumb over her clit. He flicked across the hood every time his fingers pumped into her.

  Her hips lifted taking his fingers into her and chasing that fleeting touch across the bundle of nerves. The sensation pierced through her. It left her wanting the pleasure the touch promised. She moaned and twisted, trying to get more.

  “Damn, it’s beautiful watching you fuck my fingers, but you’re not coming on them, baby. You’ll find that pleasure while I drive my cock deep.” Neil leaned down and scraped his teeth over the hard peak.

  Both Neil’s and Isaac’s mouths lifted from her breasts. Frustration tore through her. She looked at the two men as she drew in harsh panting breaths. She reached for Neil. He unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down. As his pants dropped, she stared at his thick cock. She licked her lips.

  He stepped between her legs, grasping her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the table. He reached down and guided his cock to the opening. The rounded head pressed at her entrance. Neil’s hands tightened as his shaft sank into her. His chest rose and fell in deep breaths and his jaw clenched tight. He looked as if he hung onto control by the merest thread.

  “This will be hard and fast, Naomi.” He remained still as he looked down at her.

  She nodded. As long as he did something, she didn’t care. He pulled back. His cock dragged over the sensitive tissues.

  A piercing demand rose within her, but she couldn’t find the satiation she longed for. She needed the more that hovered out of her reach. His hips punched forward. He set a quick rhythm. He drove against her. She rocked into each stroke, desperate to ease the ache roiling through her. He ground his hips against hers on every downward plunge.

  One of his arms swept around her pulling her up. He brushed his lips across her cheek before trailing kisses to her shoulder. His teeth grazed her shoulder once. A warning of what he meant to do. He withdrew and plunged deep. At the same moment, his teeth sank into her shoulder. The pain mixed with pleasure intensifying it. Her inner muscles clenched around him. The intense feeling seared through her. Everything within her tensed.

  The sensation exploded, washing over her. She held onto him as shivers raced through her body. Heat and pleasure seared her. He sank his shaft deep and ground his hips against hers, before withdrawing to once again slam into her. Each plunge caused aftershocks to ripple through her. His mouth tightened a little as he drove hard into her three more times. A groan rolled from him. He came. Tremors rolled over his big body as he held her to him.

  His teeth left her. His tongue swiped over the wound. His arms tightened briefly, pulling her closer, before he stepped back. She ran her hands over his arms. He smiled down at her.

  “Let’s go up to bed. We won’t go to sleep anytime soon, but I want somewhere more comfortable to enjoy you.” Neil slipped his hand under her butt and lifted her from the table.

  She wrapped her legs around him when he drew her close. He carried her upstairs. Her entire body had felt electrified. She hoped this sensitivity and focus on them was hot sex. Fuck. She didn’t want ties between her and these men.

  Chapter Seven

  Naomi blinked drowsily, coming awake. Fuck, she hadn’t intended to go to sleep. After another round of sex, they’d settled on either side of her, practically wrapped around her. She had decided to wait until they fell sound asleep. It had seemed to take forever. She’d closed her eyes intending to rest before she made an attempt to get out of there.

  She peered toward the window. It looked dark outside. She couldn’t see a street light. With a glance at the man on her right side, she decided to try to creep out of the huge four poster bed. She inhaled and tried to calm her nerves. If she could get out of bed and slip out of the house, she had a chance.

  She had to escape from their little community. Someone would guard the gates day and night. They hadn’t built that high wall to leave it unprotected because darkness had fallen.

  Naomi looked down her body hoping that they hadn’t rolled next to her again. She licked her lips when she saw that their legs rested next to hers. Sometime during the night, they’d turned onto their backs. Before that time, one of them had curled an arm around her and held her against him. That small bit of freedom offered a glimmer of hope.

  With a slow, silent exhale, she gathered her courage. She couldn’t stay here much longer without worrying about them waking up or wrapping themselves around her. The way they’d held her as they went to sleep made her wonder how many women they’d gone to sleep with.

  She eased into a sitting position. A quick glance to the left and then the right assured her they slept. She began slithering down the bed. It would be quicker to go over them, but also a sure way to wake them.

  Her mouth dried and her heart pounded against her chest as she inched downward with delicate shifts of her legs
and hips. She tried not to shake the mattress. Reaching the end, she slipped off the bed.

  Her toes sank into the cream colored carpet. The plush fibers cushioned her feet and silenced her steps as she edged away from them. As she reached the end of the bed, she let out a slow breath she hadn’t realized she’d held.

  She glanced around hoping they hadn’t brought her purse up here. She’d have to leave it if they had. She didn’t see it.

  Luckily, they hadn’t gathered the clothing from the floor before they’d come upstairs. Her dress and shoes lay on the floor where they’d been tossed. A lack of clothing would keep her here. Although the night’s temperature made it comfortable to wear few clothes, she wouldn’t run around naked.

  She crept out into the hall, sneaking when she wanted to run and put as much distance between them as possible. Silence was a necessity. They had hearing far superior to hers. Which was why she hadn’t closed the door to their room. She didn’t want them to hear the snick of the latch closing even though that barrier would blunt any sound she made.

  She stayed close to the wall as she stole down the stairs. She had no idea if any of the treads squeaked. If one happened to make noise, she hoped to avoid it if at all possible. Time seemed to drag and her muscles tightened. Tension formed in a knot right between her shoulder blades.

  Once on the ground floor, she went into that giant living room. Her dress, panties, and shoes should be in there. Then she had to see if she could quickly find her purse. She couldn’t hang around here, but she needed to find some way to call a friend for help.

  It would have to be a human. No Branal would come this close to the Gargoyle holding. If they did, the person risked being taken or taught a physical lesson.

  She found her dress near the sofa and pulled it on. Her heels lay on the floor in plain sight, but she didn’t pick them up. She’d make too much noise walking around in them. She looked around for her panties, but also skimmed her gaze over the flat surfaces in the room for her purse.

  The darkness blurred the shapes in the room, but she didn’t want to turn on a light. A rounded shape on the television stand caught her attention. She tiptoed over to it and smiled as she recognized her purse. She grabbed it. She wouldn’t waste any more time looking for her panties. She had the essentials.