Zurlo, Michele - Two Masters for Samantha [Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

“Lex.” This time, she begged. She wanted her orgasm. It was so close. Though he didn’t move, he kept it near with the timbre of his voice and the unreadable expression on his face.

He nodded. “That’s better. It’s a start.” One hand cupped her breast. The pad of his thumb brushed over her nipple until it hardened. He released her breast to pay the same attention to the other. With his other hand, he lifted himself, widening the distance between their bodies.

Samantha whimpered. Yes, she liked the way he touched her. It was stimulating and sexy, but it did nothing to make her come. She needed the heat to move a little lower.

Stefano’s head eased between them. His hot mouth locked around her hard nipple. He sucked it deep into his mouth, stretching the areola. Sharp pleasure mixed with slight pain until she could stand it no longer. She cried out. Even then, he didn’t release it. He merely stopped pulling.

His tongue and teeth flicked over her sensitized nipple. Samantha wove her fingers into his dark hair. It was short, but still long enough to establish a tight grasp. She didn’t know if she should cradle his head closer or jerk him away, and she never got the chance to decide.

Alexei’s hands closed around her wrists. He pinned them above her head with one hand and watched while Stefano tortured her other breast.

Samantha writhed, alternately lifting her torso closer to beg for more and pulling it away to make him stop. The contradictory feelings clashed within her. She fought Alexei’s hold, but he was too strong. Something had to give.

“Oh God!” she yelled. “I’m sorry. For Christ’s sake, I swear I’ll ask next time. Just let me come. Please, Lex. Please fuck me.”

She was begging, something she never seriously thought she would ever do. Her pride and everything else deserted her. All she felt were the sensations they made her feel and the need that drove her desperation.

Stefano’s head lifted. Alexei shifted, and now Stefano pinned her wrists above her head. She didn’t care. She didn’t need her arms. She needed Alexei to thrust into her and to tell her to come.

“You can’t come,” he said. He withdrew and plunged back into her. “Not yet.”

Samantha tilted her hips to take him deeper. Her heels dug into the bedding. It was the traction she needed to meet his thrusts and to give him what he gave to her. She understood now that he wasn’t going to let her climax until he was ready to come.

She focused her attention on Alexei. His handsome face, twisted with determination and flushed with passion, hovered above her. On the periphery of her vision, Stefano waited, a promise in the wings.

Need pulsed, demanded, and insisted. “Please,” she whispered.

“No. Breathe through it.” His directive was delivered through gritted teeth and punctuated with harder thrusts.

Samantha inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth, her years of athletic training coming back to help her now. It had never occurred to her to treat an impending orgasm like a muscle cramp, but she didn’t want to disappoint Alexei or Stefano. She wanted to show them that she had just as much control as they seemed to have.

“Come.”

The order came from above her head. She closed her eyes, hoping it would help reverse the flow of determination she had used to avoid orgasm.

“Open your eyes.”

This was from Alexei. Lex. He liked when she called him that. She saw the flicker of pleasure in his eyes whenever she used that name. She commanded her eyes to open. Slowly, they obeyed.

“Come for me, Samantha.”

With a loud cry, she did as he commanded. Her body went stiff and she lifted from the bed. Alexei’s weight wasn’t enough to counteract the violence of her climax. Colors exploded behind her eyes, but she kept them open. She kept them locked to his.

Alexei didn’t stop. She thought his orgasm would follow hers, but he held it off. He thrust into her, slowing his motions to draw out her climax. Samantha shuddered each time he filled her. Stefano had released her hands, and she clutched Alexei with no control over how tightly she held him or how deeply her nails dug into his skin.

The cry she uttered went on and on until it faded. Survival instincts forced her to inhale. It was an uneven, ragged breath filled with smaller gasps.

Alexei rolled until she was on top of him. She had no energy to move. Her head rested limply on his shoulder, and he stroked her hair. He was still inside her, and he hadn’t ejaculated.

Samantha frowned against his collarbone. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, Sammy. You were perfect. We want you this way, nice and relaxed.”

Stefano had moved again. His voice came from somewhere near her feet. She felt his hands on her knees. His firm grip moved them, positioning them on either side of Alexei’s hips. This lifted her off Alexei a little bit. She whimpered at the sensations that rippled through her body even as she luxuriated in the fact that they weren’t finished with her.

Alexei spread his legs, brushing against the coverlet with a soft sound and widening her stance. The hands that had caressed her hair and traced circles over her back moved down to cup her ass. He squeezed and kneaded the cheeks before spreading them apart.

Samantha knew what was coming next. Despite the languor stealing her strength, she tensed as she felt the bed dip under Stefano’s weight. Somehow, she knew he would be the one to take her this way first. Alexei, for all his gruffness, was a gentle lover. He took great care to not hurt her.

Stefano, on the other hand, liked it rougher. He didn’t seem to mind doing things that caused small amounts of sharp pain that felt too good and made her want more.

She quivered when she felt the cold gel against her anus. “It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”

She whispered too softly for Stefano to hear. Alexei pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Just for a minute. Once he’s in, it shouldn’t hurt anymore.”

But what if it did?
She didn’t voice her question because she knew they would stop if she asked them to stop. Besides, she wanted this. She wanted to feel them both inside her at the same time. She wanted to know what made her friends sigh in remembrance.

She felt Stefano’s finger massaging the muscle guarding that entrance.
Sparks
traveled through her entire abdomen. Samantha gasped and her pussy contracted.

“That’s it, Sammy. Relax for me.”

A finger slipped inside, massaging the gel everywhere he touched. Then it was gone, and she felt his cock pressing. It seemed impossibly large, but she was more curious than afraid. She breathed, relaxing as much as she could. Her cheek rested against Alexei’s smooth skin and she inhaled his calming scent. The pressure increased and she felt the muscle stretch. It burned a bit, but in a good way.

“I’m in.”

It hadn’t hurt at all. The burning sensation was there, but she wanted to push against him. She wanted to feel him thrusting into her until the feeling burst into the flames of an earth-shattering climax. That, combined with the fullness of Alexei already inside her, had her panting with need.

“Yes,” she hissed as she pushed herself up until she was on all fours. The fire traveled, centering in her core and radiating outward. “Please don’t stop. Holy shit, don’t stop.”

Stefano’s strong hands grasped her hips, holding her in place and keeping her unsteady legs from collapsing. “Not yet, Sammy. I’m not all the way in. I don’t want to ream you until you’re used to it.”

“But it doesn’t hurt,” she said, ignoring the pleading note that crept into her voice. “It feels so good. You both feel so good.”

Alexei cradled her face in his hands and drew her down to him. When they were nose-to-nose, he changed his trajectory, angling his face to kiss her. The act took Samantha by surprise. Sure, they had both kissed her, but as part of foreplay. This was fucking, pure and simple.

Still, his lips were firm and demanding. Samantha had already surrendered to them both. She didn’t fight this show of affection. His tongue slid along her bottom lip and she opened to him. Stefano moved in her body, sliding deeper and deeper. Samantha moaned. Cream dripped from her pussy, coating the inside of her thighs and everywhere she touched Alexei.

They must have communicated using some kind of secret signal because they both started moving in her at the same time. At first, they varied the rhythm, one thrusting in while the other pulled out. It was like nothing she’d felt before. The orgasm blossoming inside her began where most orgasms ended. She knew she would be lucky if she didn’t pass out when she came.

Samantha whimpered. She wanted to move, too, but they wouldn’t let her. She might have been the novice in this scenario, but she knew what her body needed, and it needed to move.

Suddenly, she bucked against Stefano just as he thrust into her. It made his gentle stroke harder and deeper than he intended. He froze.

“Don’t stop.” She pleaded with him. “Please, I can’t bear it. I can’t stay still.”

He seemed to understand.

Alexei understood something, too. “You’ll come twice,” he said. “This time.” His thrusts came faster and harder. The rhythm he established with Stefano faltered as both men sought their own pleasure.

Pins and needles invaded Samantha’s extremities. She felt lighter, like she was floating, yet she could see where her hands made contact with the bed on either side of Alexei’s head. With an unrestrained howl, she came.

They didn’t stop. She felt like she was being splintered, torn into a million pieces, and still they didn’t stop. “I can’t,” she sobbed, not caring that her words were incoherent to her own ears.

Her back arched. Her knees dug into the mattress and her feet lifted until Stefano’s body stopped them. She felt Stefano’s shoulder against the back of her head. She froze, momentarily numb to all sensation. Every cell in her body seized for a split second, and then pulsed violently as she came again.

She heard their shouts, but they came from so far away and they made no sense. Her vision faded to black.

* * * *

“I think she liked it.”

Stefano withdrew from her slumbering body as gently as he could. She was going to be sore enough and he had no wish to add to her discomfort. “Yeah,” he said, agreeing with his brother. “She has a bit of a masochistic streak I’d like to know more about.”

“Stef.”

Lex was far too cautious sometimes, but in this instance, he was correct. Sammy had to want it. She had to ask for it, and not in general terms. She had to select some of the implements she wanted used on her and she had to approve the ones they wanted to use on her.

“At least we’re in town for a week. She’s gotta live close.”

Lex stroked her hair another time before he rolled her over so that he could pull out. “We’re not done with her yet.”

Stefano scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. He raked his gaze over her naked body. That luscious body advertized danger on every inch of her sinfully smooth skin. She was so incredibly sexy. “No, but she needs a nap. Twenty minutes?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to hit the shower.”

Lex nodded. “I’ll clean her up.”

She woke late. Being a morning person, Samantha’s internal alarm clock usually went off at the crack of dawn. This was a good thing, since she was in the habit of photographing sunrises.

She liked sunsets, too, but nothing compared to the way watching the sun rise made her feel. The dawn was full of freshness, new beginnings, and eternity. It was a promise yet to be fulfilled, a chance for something wonderful to happen.

Secretly, she was working on a book of sunrises. Many of them were photographed, but an increasing number were painted. She was in the process of experimenting with watercolors and acrylics. The vision she had for her book had evolved. Where she first thought to have it consist of photographs, she now wanted it to mostly feature her paintings.