[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, voyeurism, sex toys, HEA]
Cheyenne Alexander has wanted her neighbor Sean Conner since the first time she saw him. She’s waited patiently as he worked his way through the neighborhood spreading his charms. He seems to want every woman except for her. She’s also seen his sexy friend Hunter Williams—if Sean doesn’t want her, maybe Hunter will. Sean and Hunter have been closer than most brothers. Not only have they both noticed Sean’s sexy neighbor, but both men have always known that there was the perfect woman out there for them. After taking Cheyenne on a bike ride, they decide to push the limits to see just how far she’s willing to let them take her. To their surprise, she’s more than willing to allow them to explore her boundaries—and to show her a love she never dreamed possible.
A Siren Erotic Romance
She watched as Sean shut his bike off, nodded to his friend, and they both looked over her way. Oh my gosh! She could feel their gazes from her tiptoes to the tips of her nipples and everywhere in between. She watched as the blond one, Hunter, gave her a slow, sexy grin then backed his bike up. He gave a brief wave before driving on. She could feel herself losing control as Sean gave her a smirk before coasting into his garage.
You can do it, she told herself. He’s just a man. She smirked as she took another swig of beer. He was just a super sexy man with a killer body.
Beer firmly clutched in her hand, she walked next door, just in time to see those oh-so-muscular, long legs move the big bike backward, into his neat and tidy garage. After putting the kickstand down and shutting off the bike, he moved his massive form up from the bike. While not skinny jeans, his faded denims hugged every curve and bulge of his body.
She knew, absolutely knew, her mouth was dripping just as badly as her pussy. Damn, he was not only a handsome man but absolutely, ruggedly beautiful. From his dark-brown, long hair he’d tied back for the bike ride to his big, booted feet, he was the essence of sex.
“Why aren’t you out tonight, Chey?” Holy hell! His voice was deep, rough, and so titillating that it made her knees weak.
She shrugged, as if it was no biggie. She didn’t want him to know that most of her evenings were spent home. Alone. As a high school English teacher, she spent most of her evenings during the school year grading papers. During the summer, she was planning on what she could do to strengthen her students’ abilities for the next year. “Why aren’t you out tonight, Sean?”
The corner of his mouth tilted up as he reached out to take her beer. She watched as he took a long swig, his neck muscles working it down, but his eyes were holding hers as he answered.
“Well, I can’t get the kinda woman I want, and I’m tired of playing around without getting satisfied.” Shit, she could feel every sizzle, from his eyes to her pussy.
“What kind of woman are you looking for?” Chey asked without thinking, her voice rather croaky.
He paused for a minute. His eyes traced over every inch of her curvy body. “I really don’t think you would fit the bill, Chey.”
As he returned her drink, she continued to gaze up at him. “Why? Because I’m not a size two? Because I’m not beautiful?” She thought back to a couple of the women she knew he’d screwed and left.
He slowly advanced on her until he had backed her up against his workbench. Leaning down, he whispered, “Because I don’t see you taking orders, especially in bed.” His lips brushed against her neck, the bristles of his mustache and goatee sending shivers all the way to her pussy. “Or you baring your delectable ass”—she wrapped her arms around his neck as she suddenly found herself lifted up onto his workbench. His fingers pulled her closer as they sunk into the cheeks of her ass—“for me to spank.” As he bit down on her neck, she whimpered and wrapped her long legs around him.
Oh, crap! She could feel the massive girth of his hard-on. It made her whimper even more.
He stepped back and looked down at her, almost as if gauging her reaction to his statement. Long fingers caressed her neck to her breasts, where they traced her hard nipples through her shirt and bra.
“Do you like to take orders, Cheyenne?”
“I could try?” she suggested, not wanting to admit that most of her literature at home involved those very things…taking orders and a spanking, especially from hot, sexy alpha males!
“Nope. Not good enough.” He backed completely away from her. “Think about it, Chey.” He finished off the last of her beer. “I’d love to fuck that tight little pussy, but only on my terms.”
She shivered. From unease? She doubted it. Hell, she’d let him do damn near anything he wanted if it meant she’d get some relief from this horrible ache. Anticipation was a more likely culprit. She just couldn’t wait to feel him spank her ass. Would he tease it or make her pussy burn with each smack? Licking her lips, she hesitantly began to answer, “Umm…”
“Think about it.” He helped her down. “If you decide to become my woman, meet me here Saturday night. If you don’t think you can handle it, we can still be friends.”
“That’s all? No special orders to follow?”
Smiling, he looked down at her. “Well, since you mentioned it, wear a dress.” After placing a chaste kiss on her full, pouty lips, he continued with, “And not a damn thing else.” He swatted her ass as he ushered her out of his garage and hit the auto door opener as he rubbed his erection through his clothing.
Sean grabbed his cell phone out of his back pocket. It was about freaking time she showed some interest in him.
“What, bro?” Hunter asked as he answered the call.
“My sexy little kitten next door came over. Seems that she wants to try it out.”
“Both of us, or just you?”
“She didn’t mention you, but hell, bro, you know she was checking you out just as much as she was me.” Sean chuckled. “I don’t think we’d have any trouble convincing her to give both of us a try.”
“When are you going to take her out?”
“We’ve got plans tomorrow night. If all goes well, plan on being at my place the morning after. Maybe we can talk her into seeing things our way. I really think she’s the one for us.”
“Me, too, bro—me, too.”
Sean hung up his phone as he went into the house to catch up on some paperwork. S & H Contractors had a lot of business these days, which was amazing considering the current financial climate. But as he looked at the figures before him, all he could think about was Cheyenne. Tossing his pencil down, he headed for the shower. Hell, maybe after stroking one off, he’d be able to concentrate.
They were waiting for her outside the garage. Twin wolf whistles announced her arrival. “Good God Almighty. You need to lock her up, Sean.” She watched Hunter stare at her larger-than-normal and all-natural breasts, which were lifted by the leather demi-cup corset. Her sensitive nipples were barely covered by the material. And she knew these jeans, with holes in all the right places, hugged her figure, leaving little to the imagination.
She watched Hunter adjust his erection within the confines of his equally worn jeans. Her mouth dribbled a little at the sight. She couldn’t imagine that she had that effect on anyone, not even Sean, but here was Hunter acting as if he was attracted to her, too.
Sean chuckled. “You remember how to ride, Cheyenne?”
“Of course.” She had dated a couple of guys that had ridden motorcycles. Usually crotch rockets. Pun intended. They tended to go off without warning—quickly. She’d even had her own bike, an old Indian that she had gotten from a friend of her cousin’s, but it still needed work before it would run right.
The men climbed on their bikes almost simultaneously. Their muscular thighs hugged the frames before they cranked them up. Sean motioned for her to get on, and then she wrapped her arms around his waist before they took off down the road.
They rode for hours with Chey’s hard nipples poking him in the back. She reached around him, rubbing against his erection as he drove. He released a handle and managed to get the top button of his jeans to open his already unzipped pants so that his cock was released. He wrapped her fingers around it. Glancing over, she noticed that Hunter saw her stroking Sean, her fingers teasing the length of him. He smiled then motioned for them to pull over at a deserted park.
She found herself kneeling in front of Sean before she knew what was happening. His hard cock was in her face as Sean rubbed the wet tip against her lips. “Suck me, Chey.”
She shook her head and glanced at Hunter. He was still sitting on his bike watching them. He pulled his penis, hard and almost as long as Sean’s, out of his jeans.
“He won’t bother you. He just wants to watch.” His large hand traced over her head. “Remember what I said about following orders?”
Her mouth opened and her tongue reached out to swab the tip of his cock. She moaned and sucked more of him into her mouth as he wrapped her braids around his hands and arched into her. “That’s it, Chey. Suck his cock.” She heard the hoarse rasp of Hunter’s voice and glanced his way. He was stroking his impressive cock with the same rhythm she was using to suck Sean.
She took more of him into her mouth until she felt his short pubic hairs mesh against her face, swallowing rapidly to make sure that she didn’t gag. Moaning, she didn’t think twice as she pulled her nipples out of their confines. She twisted them and pulled at them with the same intensity as her sucking motions. Rapidly, she moved her head until he was almost completely out of her mouth then shoved him back down her throat. While she moved quicker and quicker with each stroke, she heard him groan and felt him hold her head tight in place. “I’m coming.” She swallowed every single drop, licking her lips and looking over at Hunter.
His cock was an angry red color. She wanted to know if he tasted as good as he looked, as good as Sean. She slowly stood up but didn’t move closer to him. She didn’t know how Sean would react. Would he think she was a slut?
Sean’s arms wrapped around her, pointing her toward Hunter. “Watch him,” he whispered in her ear. “He’s all hard for you. He wishes that it had been his dick your lips were wrapped around.” His right hand reached down between her legs, cupping her wet pussy through her jeans as his left hand tugged on and twisted her nipple. “His hand stroking your sexy cunt and teasing your nipples.” She bucked against him and whimpered just as Hunter started to come. She watched as seminal fluid burst forth, and Sean said, “Come now.”
Amazingly, she felt the tremors overtake her body. She cried out as her body went limp and would have fallen to the ground if Sean hadn’t held her up. “Damn, Sean, she’s hot as hell.” Hunter’s voice was hoarse as Hunter cleaned himself up. Chey found herself deposited on the back of Hunter’s bike with her arms wrapped around his waist and her bare nipples poking into his back. She quickly reached up to pull her corset back in place, and Sean didn’t stop her.
“Ride with Hunter for a while,” Sean ordered as he kissed her briefly before climbing back onto his bike. Within minutes, they were back on the road headed toward home. Chey laid her head against Hunter’s back, inhaling his scent as they traveled. His smell was so close to Sean’s that she found herself rubbing her still-hard nipples against his back as they rode, but she doubted that he’d feel them through the leather of her corset. The vibrations of the Big Dog were harder than the Harley and definitely more intense. She shifted on the seat, knowing that if she could find the right spot, she’d be able to come again.
Suddenly, Hunter was holding onto her leg. She couldn’t believe that he caught her, damn him. It wasn’t as if she needed too much stimulation! Of course, if she came, she might fall off the bike. He looked back at her, grinning as he stated, “Not yet, darling, not yet.” His voice was almost inaudible over the load roar of the bikes, but she tried to settle herself back and wait until she could get Sean alone. The ride back seemed to take a lot longer than the ride to the park. Hunter kept her arms wrapped around him, close enough that she could feel the heat from the erection he had. Her fingers itched to reach out and stroke it. Wiggling, she pressed herself closer to his back. Chey knew that her nipples were scorching him through her leather corset. She was horny as hell by the time they reached Sean’s house.