Three Men and a Woman: Annabelle (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free Page B

her. “Come, baby. I need you to hurry.”
    She felt him tightening, heard the urgency of his breath. Luckily, she was keeping up. His fingers moved between her legs, and she rubbed frantically against him, then back for the maximum depth of his thrust.
    They climaxed together, both of them spasming and crying out. He kept pumping into her, prolonging the orgasm, rubbing against her even as she started whimpering for respite.
    Finally he halted, leaning into the door, supporting her with his arms wrapped around her. He slipped out of her, gently stroking her while their breathing eased.
    When she had her legs back, she turned and slid her arms around him. After a while she lifted her head from his shoulder. “I’m going to go clean up and change clothes.”
    “No,” he said. “I want you to stay dressed tonight. And I’ll clean you up—in my favorite way.”
    Hmm. Well, she’d never object to that, cooperating again as he leaned her back against the door and went to his knees in front of her.
    Annabelle closed her eyes, her body impossibly readying itself for more pleasure. “Why am I staying dressed?”
    She started to lose her train of thought as Rowen hooked her skirt with his thumbs and slid it up her thighs, nails slightly abrading, just ahead of his tongue.
    “I have a friend coming by, a guy I knew in college.”
    “Mmm.” His words barely registered as he started to lick her pussy. It had come as a surprise to her, the way he loved to eat her, to taste her. But in a very short time she’d developed quite an appreciation. Now she kept herself shaved clean for him—not wanting anything to hinder his finding the way.
    Annabelle shook her head, trying to hold the thought. “When is he coming?”
    Rowen pressed harder, working his tongue between her thighs. “Open for me, baby. Let me have you.”
    Thus encouraged, she opened her legs and slid down a little. Always ready to help, Ro put his hands under her thighs to support her while she tilted forward, offering herself up to his pleasure. And, God knew, hers.
    “He’ll be here soon,” he said.
    But it was lost on her as he went seriously about his business. He licked at her, wiping up the wet traces of their lovemaking. Every so often he dipped his tongue into her, a gratuitous but entirely welcome gesture. Then he began circling her clit, coming closer and closer. From experience, she knew he was waiting for that change in her breathing that signaled her eager impatience. He loved it when she got a little feisty.
    Soon she gave little spontaneous jerks of her pelvis, wordless commands. Then she used words, swearing even. “Harder, Rowen. I need to come. Hurry, dammit.”
    If she had time to think about it, she’d be sure he was grinning when he thrust his thumb into her pussy and took her clit into his mouth. Tonguing her, sucking her, he had her moaning incoherently, rocking into him harder and harder, when suddenly he stopped.
    He gave her clit a good kiss and then stood up, fastening his pants and closing a couple buttons on his shirt.
    She shook her head, ears still ringing in want of pleasure. “What?” she said. “What did you say?”
    He smiled and reached to fasten her jacket, brushing her tender nipples with the silk lining. “I said, I guess now. I guess he’s coming now.”
    Still half stunned, and all the way hot and bothered, she responded automatically as he took her arm and nudged her aside. Then he opened the door.

Chapter Two
     
    Kevin Orcutt was not one to get in the way of a brother having a little pussy. But it had been a long day. He’d traveled from Bumfuck, Iowa or Indiana or somewhere, settling his troupe into their off, but not off, off-Broadway theater, and then making the hike with three bags from Grand Central. He’d waited patiently through round one. He’d leaned beside the door, fondly recalling some of the mind-blowing group fucks he’d had with his pals Rowen and Braeden. Ah, for the good old days. He got a